The chapter is done! I am more surprised than you are! Thank you for your continuing support! Even if I don't answer to your reviews and comments immediately, I read them and am very happy when a new e-mail arrives. You are what keeps me writing this story! As always, tell me what you think! I really hope you like it. If there is anything Hermione and Draco really should try out in the bedroom tell me. I am curious :D

A lot of thanks to my betas nantai and chocomieux who make this mess readable.

But onto to the now usual row of excuses for those who are curious: You have no idea how much has happened. Like, I tried to get this done, but I literally didn't have the time. I broke up with my now ex boyfriend, had exams, wrote 2 papers, went on an archeological project, travelled 6 countries in 2 months, am working 2 jobs and uni strarted again. And yeah, I am dating again too since I decided to try out tinder. So I am basically happy if I get home and get some sleep.

Anyway, enjoy! I try to finish the next one earlier, but no promises

Hermione scowled at the kink list she was going through. Some of the things on it were just… She couldn't believe people were into that. Ew… But then again, she wasn't in a place to judge. As long as it was safe, sane and consensual, they could do whatever they wanted.

She had agreed with Malfoy for each of them to go through a kink list and mark their preferences and limits. For Hermione, it involved a lot of googling and watching weird porn. She hadn't known that some of those things were considered kinks. Didn't most men like high heels? Why was it a kink?

Hermione ran a hand through her hair. She was investing way too much time into this. She should be studying, goddammit. But she knew it was necessary if she wanted to continue sleeping with Malfoy.

And filling out the form was still better than talking about it. Last time had been weird and if she was honest with herself, Hermione had to admit that she had learned about a few things she might be interested in she didn't even know existed.

But first, there was something she wanted to know.

Persephone: Do you have any experience with shibari?

Persephone: Oh forget it. We should talk in person. This is ridiculous. When are you free?

Not an hour later, Hermione was standing in front of Malfoy's flat, waiting for him to open the door. Her checklist had said it was okay.

She didn't want to admit it, but she had actually changed and made herself presentable. Why did she care? And it's not like they agreed to have sex today. She was here to talk about limits and boundaries.

Hermione's fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. She was excited and it freaked her out. She had never been this excited about sleeping with Ron.

Malfoy opened the door. His hair was still wet - apparently from a shower - and he hadn't even bothered to put on a shirt so he was standing there just in a pair of low cut jeans, which were hanging dangerously low on his hips.

Hermione was pretty sure he did that on purpose. He had to know how good he looked. And how much that fact pissed her off.

"Come in," he said and Hermione followed him into the flat and to the couch that was the main witness of their last negotiation. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll just fetch a shirt."

Hermione sat down, studying the decor - something she hadn't really done the previous two times she had been there. It tasteful and expensive. Clearly minimalist, but with a few extravagant touches. It was impossible to guess who was responsible for that - Malfoy, Zabini, Parkinson or Malfoy's mother? Maybe even Zabini's? They were all known for their style. The two women even occasionally appeared on pages of various fashion magazines among the best dressed of the rich.

"Do you want something to drink?" Malfoy asked, leaning against the couch casually.

"No, thanks."

"You know what? The kitchen is that way, you can just get it yourself if you want something. You don't have to ask me and I don't have to ask you."

Hermione nodded. She understood the sentiment. This politeness was weird considering everything. They really needed to get over it.

"So what happened that \ changed your mind and made you want to talk about it, instead of filling out that list?" Malfoy finally sat down. He leaned back, crossed his legs and looked expectantly at Hermione.

It was hard to put in words. It just didn't feel right.

"I think we need to learn to communicate better and that won't happen by avoiding it."

Malfoy bit his lip, but nodded. He looked more in thought than anything.

"Oh, hello Granger!" Zabini's voice came suddenly from behind her, and both she and Malfoy turned to look at him.

"Didn't you leave earlier?" Malfoy asked, his brows furrowed. It was hard to tell if he was angry, confused or both.

Zabini grinned, scratching the back of his head. "I forgot something and then couldn't find it. Pansy asked me to return a dress she left here and I am sure she would have killed me if I didn't bring it. 'It's a limited item, Blaise!'," he imitated her, quite accurately. "But I am going now, don't worry," he winked at Hermione and strode towards the door.

Hermione was so dumbfounded by the whole exchange she hadn't even managed to say a word. Zabini was already acting as if her being there was the most normal thing in the world, even though he knew exactly why she was here. Sure, he was one of the weirdest people she has ever met - not weird, of course, rich people were eccentric - but this was just too much.

Malfoy cleared his throat and Hermione turned back to him.

"We can meet up at a hotel or something if Zabini bothers you. Or we can even get into outdoors if you like that. I am not the biggest fan, but-"

"This is fine," Hermione cut him off. Malfoy was overthinking things again and she really didn't want to deal with that right now. "Let's just talk about our limits and what we want to try. We have already tried regular and oral sex. I haven't done anal before, but I would be willing to try if you want to. The thought is quite exciting. But maybe we could start with plugs?"

"Anal sex is nice, so I certainly won't say no since you are offering."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but continued setting the lines for what was fine and what wasn't, Malfoy occasionally making comments and asking questions, before they switched the roles. In most points they agreed, as they both weren't that extreme.

"But I would still appreciate it if you could send me the list, so I can look it up when planning a session. I wouldn't want to make a mistake," Malfoy said.

Hermione nodded. Now that they have talked it through, she felt better about it. They were kind of communicating on eye level. It was nice.

"Um," Malfoy started, not looking at her, "now that we are through with that, do you want to watch a movie or something?"

Hermione stared at him. He really was a master in making things really awkward real fast.

Draco wanted to kick himself as soon as the words left his mouth. Granger's expression went from relaxed to closed off instantly. Way to ruin the mood.

"You don't have to, you know. It was just a suggestion," he continued as nonchalantly as he could muster; an arm on the back of the couch, fringe in his eyes, grin. Basically he tried to mask his insecurities with his douche persona. He should really stop doing that.

For once, Granger didn't react to that at all. She stared holes into the coffee table instead and didn't say anything.

Draco, having no idea what else to do, waved a hand in front of her face. "Granger? You still here?"

Her eyes shot up immediately and pierced him with a fierce glare. "I am thinking. Was. Until you so unceremoniously disturbed me," she snapped.

"It's rude to ignore the host, you know," Draco drawled. This was exactly why they weren't friends. They brought out the worst in each other if they weren't actively avoiding it. And if he was honest with himself, he was tired of walking on eggshells around her. It was not his fault - well, it was if he was honest with himself - that Granger took everything he said the wrong way. Maybe it was their destiny to get at each other's throats all the time. Who was he to fight destiny?

"I was thinking about what kind of influence this would have on our arrangement," Granger said. "But the second I really think you want to be friends, you return to being yourself. Therefore it is probably a stupid idea to pretend we can stand each other."

Draco tilted his head. "But we can stand each other, don't we? When you didn't know it was me and didn't automatically try to take everything I said the wrong way we got along just fine. More than fine!" Apparently his mouth disagreed with his head. He was really trying to fight destiny. Who was he? Saint Potter?

Granger apparently didn't like his words one bit, judging by her expression. Her lips were pressed into a thin line and she was staring daggers into him. "I am not trying to take everything you say the worst possible way!" she hissed, "It's you who went back to insufferable douche the moment he realized who he was talking to! When we were messaging you were an entirely different person!"

Draco snorted an ugly snort. "If you haven't noticed, I am trying to show you that side of me. You just refuse to see it!"

"Oh really? How about that weird following me around? The thing you pulled with Oliver? That is the way you acted all along!"

"Sure, I made mistakes, Granger! But if you want things to work you should at least give me a chance to show you that I can be different! You know I can! If you hate me so much why the hell are you even here?" She was really getting to him and Draco didn't like that one bit. They had just gotten over their issues and they were fighting again. He was getting sick of it.

Granger fell silent. He had apparently struck a chord with her.

"Maybe you should come back after you have an answer to that," Draco said softly when she continued staring at him without a word and stood up. "Until then we are only going to yell at each other without reason and I really don't have the energy to deal with that."

"No, wait," Granger stood to face him. "I am sorry. You are right," she ran a hand through her hair. "This is just so hard."

"Do you think it's easy for me? Have you forgotten that I am living a life that basically goes against everything my family taught me as a child?"

Granger finally averted her eyes. She looked defeated, the way her shoulders slumped. "I know. We really should stop fighting."

Draco didn't know why he did that, maybe his brain believed it was time for a real peace offering, and therefore he pulled her into a hug. It was a move very uncharacteristic of him, but it felt right, especially when Granger's arms snuck around him and she hugged him back.

"We will make this work. Let's stop pretending with this "enemies with benefits" bullshit. We have no reason to be enemies anymore," he said.

For once Granger didn't fight him on it.

Being held by Draco Malfoy felt nicer than it should. But since the sex had been way better than it should have been, it wasn't that surprising.

His personality, if Hermione was judging him by his behaviour as ThePrinceCharming, wasn't half bad either. Not to mention his looks. He had always been pretty to look at.

Hermione jerked away. She was getting too comfortable. It scared her.

"What about the movie you mentioned?" she asked awkwardly.

After an incredibly long discussion and several almost fights about whether or not a film was watchable if the actors or producers or whoever were involved in rape-scandals and other despicable activities, they finally agreed on The man from U.N.C.L.E. The topics were safe, the actors were okay as far as Draco was informed and the movie was actually good.

And he was having fun. No matter how crazy those discussions with Granger were, he was really enjoying himself.

Draco put an arm around Hermione's shoulders, pulling her a bit closer. She didn't seem to mind, her eyes glued to the screen as she followed the movie with all of her attention. Obviously, she hadn't seen it before.

Draco was watching Hermione watch the movie more than he watched the movie itself. It was quite entertaining to see all her emotions on her face. And the way she bit her lower lip when she was fearing for the heroes' safety was really cute.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" Hermione asked suddenly. Draco did his best not to laugh. It took her almost the whole movie to notice that he had been watching her. Initially, he thought she just ignored it. He was wrong. She must have been really immersed into the plot.

"No, everything is fine," he said and pulled her to himself and kissed her forehead. Hermione gave him a weird look, but returned to watching the movie as if nothing had happened.

Draco knew he was testing his luck and didn't do anything else. Instead, he leaned back on the couch, content.

Hermione started squirming in her seat basically as soon as the end credits started to roll onto the screen. Draco rolled his eyes in the firm belief it was because she feared things would get awkward again.

When Hermione turned around, almost glaring at him, Draco was really confused. Only when she pulled him forward by his shirt, kissing him, did he realize that it was probably determination he had seen on her face. But he was certainly not going to think about that now.

He was not going to think about anything to be precise. Kissing Hermione was more important and definitely more rewarding.

Draco pulled Hermione into his lap, making her straddle him. He was sure she could feel his erection and honestly, she should. After all she was the cause for it. His hands wandered all over her body, one finding its way into her hair and pulling slightly, earning him a moan. "Let's move to my bedroom," he whispered in between kisses. While he was hot and bothered, having sex on the couch and risking Blaise coming in, wasn't on his bucket list. Moving a few steps to the room next door was a low price to pay to prevent that kind of embarrassment.

Draco didn't wait for a reply and stood up, lifting Hermione with him. She squeaked but her legs hooked around Draco's waist, allowing him to carry her without trouble. The hours he spent in the gym paid off.

They continued kissing all the way to Draco's room.

Draco basically threw Hermione on the bed, and pulled off his shirt.

Hermione was panting. She was out of breath. It seemed the kiss had kind of pulled a switch in Malfoy's brain. He wasn't really behaving like a dom right now, not like before, but like a very passionate lover. A rough one. But that was okay. She was certainly looking forward how things would develop.

His return onto the bed stopped any thoughts she could have had. Malfoy leaned over her, pinning Hermione's arms in place.

"You have been a bad girl," Malfoy whispered into her ear, "seducing me like this." He nibbled on her neck and kissed the spot under her ear. "Bad girls need to be punished."

Hermione squirmed. "I am sorry, sir." It was surprising how easy those words went over her lips. And how much she liked this dirty-talk. Maybe she had underestimated Malfoy's self-control.

Malfoy pressed himself against Hermione, so his crotch was against hers, since she had angled up her legs. She could clearly feel his erection against her pussy. Just what was he planning?

Malfoy's free hand wandered under Hermione's shirt and he pushed up her bra. He played with her nipples, sucking on one and even biting it while he used his hand to play with the other.

It felt good. Too good. And she still couldn't tell what kind of punishment he was planning. Or did he intend to do exactly that? Drive her crazy with that question?

Suddenly, he let go. "Don't move," Malfoy said.

Hermione remained obediently on the bed, her arms over her head, her clothing pushed above her breasts and legs on both sides of Malfoy.

Malfoy opened her jeans, and pulled them down together with Hermione's underwear.

"Tell me when you are close. You are not allowed to come without permission or move your arms," he said and started circling Hermione's clit.

Hermione bit her lower lip. This bastard knew what he was doing. For once, she found a guy who knew where the clit was and was not afraid to use that knowledge.

She squirmed.

Malfoy grinned and leaned down to suck on her clit, inserting first one and then two fingers into her pussy.

Hermione moaned. "I am close," she said, not sure if she should be happy or ashamed that it was so fast. She didn't have the time to ponder on that, as Malfoy suddenly stopped what he was doing, grinning at her from between her legs.

Hermione looked at him with wide eyes. Was he really going to do this? So it was never really about punishment, but about Malfoy wanting to play with her a little bit.

He resumed his ministrations and soon, the tingling spread again. And again, he stopped when Hermione said she was close.

They repeated the game five or six times and Hermione was really desperate for release. She had never just edged herself on before and she had to admit it felt good and somehow stronger every time.

When Malfoy stopped for good, Hermione feared she wasn't going to come at all. But he only took out a condom and opened his jeans.

As soon as Malfoy was fully inside of Hermione, he started pounding into her mercilessly.
"You are allowed to come now," he panted and started rubbing her clit again

"Thank you, sir."

Indeed, it didn't take long and Hermione felt her muscles tighten as the tingling feeling spread inside of her and she came. Hard. Her legs felt like jelly and she was overly sensitive. But Malfoy didn't stop and suddenly, a second wave hit her. She had never had multiple orgasms in such a short time.

Luckily, Malfoy himself didn't last much longer, or it would have been too much for Hermione. She was more than spent, even though she had barely moved the whole time.

"Are you okay?" Malfoy asked and Hermione nodded.

He kissed her tenderly and rolled off her to lie next to her and she cuddled herself up to him.

This was nice.