Winding one arm around Draco to pull him in closer, she used the other one to close the door behind them. A continuation of this morning's event ensued. However this time they had plenty of space to do something a little more and Hermione aren't resisting. Malfoy encircled Granger's waist and brought her in even closer, backing her towards the bed. Falling messily onto the edge of the bed, they tried to more in a synchronized motion to the middle of the bed without breaking their connection. Succeeding miserably, they moved like some anxious eight-legged creature, but they made it to the middle of the bed nonetheless. Limbs were everywhere, as if staying in one place is absolutely sinful. Roaming aimlessly, both parties try to cover as much unknown space as possible. Surprisingly, it was Malfoy who stop in the middle of the whole ordeal to ask a stupid question.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you coming on to me?"

"Because you are not the only person entitled to have urges."

"But you are Granger; you are not supposed to have urges."

"Don't judge me before even before you know me."

Malfoy fell silent. He stared into Granger's hole of melted chocolate (Eyes!) to see several emotions floating through it. Passion, lust and defiance. Something he had never seen before in a woman. Girls he met before had passion and lust for him, maybe even more so than Granger now. But none of them had defiance. Granger is different. She wasn't trying to please him or make him stay; she was doing this for herself, not him. This independence make her sexy and worthy in his eyes. Plus she is the first woman he had ever known to be on par with him in intelligence. Then why is he debating about whether he wants to continue with this.

"Granger, are you sure of what you are doing?"

"You talk too much for you own good."

That was the answer he needed. He dived back down to meet her lips with his, giving all that he had got to please her. Malfoy had that effect on her. He makes her want to be naughty and seductive to keep him around. She started whispering naughty things into his right ear when he was working on her neck. She was pitching a tent in his pants just by talking. Her voice, the words, the sheer naughtiness of it all, he could jack off on just these. No women ever did this to him. He was always the one whispering, the one in charge, not the one who was dizzy with lust and out of control. Clothes were ripped and thrown away. Their obstruction greatly unappreciated.

Malfoy had been licking her clit and pumping into her with his fingers for nearly five minutes now. All he heard were struggled groans and bit back moans. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get a proper sound of pleasure from her. She seems to have a higher threshold than most women. His ego felt threatened. Normally, most others would have came by now, weaker ones twice. But no, not her, she was able to resist all that, and that makes her worthy of his efforts. He thought that five minutes should be enough. Pulling her to an upright sitting position, he himself lay down before her, in all his glory. She stared at him, he stared at her. That lasted for a few seconds. He got the message; she is not going to pleasure him like he did her. Oddly, he wasn't pissed. Conventionally, he would expect a return favor from his women, but no, he wasn't angry about her stubbornness, no, he was turned on.

He pushed her down to be under him and looked at her for reassurance.

"Chickening out, Malfoy?"

She was outright challenging him. He pushed into her in one swift motion, filling her womanhood with his twelve inch pride. Thrusting, thrusting, he started at a slow pace to give her time to adjust to his largeness, unfortunately, Granger was unappreciative.

"Is that all you've got? And they say you are the Slytherin Sex God."

She was doing it again. She made him feel small and incompetent. Who knew Almighty Draco Malfoy would be turned on by that. He thrust harder, faster.

"You are not giving me all that you have got, Malfoy. You are not putting in effort."

Hermione brought her hand down to his white hot ass to spank him hard. He got harder if that was ever possible. This woman turned him on to no end. He was going crazy for her and all she did was belittle him.

"Make it hurt, Malfoy. Give me all that you have got. Give it to me, give it to me!"

He got harder still. This woman was insane and he likes her for that. Thrusting furiously, he tried to show her who's boss. Her nails dug into his back, clawing madly. Finally he was getting desired response from her; he felt a great sense of achievement. He thrust even harder and the bed shook violently below them. Granger dug her nails deeper into his back, drawing blood in its wake. Both were struggling with their build up. Malfoy bit forcefully at her breast to leave teeth marks, lightly stained with blood. That went for quite a while. And they came. It was violent. Both trembled and spammed like a fountain. However neither screamed.

If it was just an ordinary man, he would have come before Granger did. If it was just an ordinary woman, she would have come at least ten times tonight. But it was Granger and Malfoy and their timing were just right for each other.

say I'm bad, say I'm bad.