AN:Guess who is back?

I hope you guys are doing well and managed to stay healthy. My life has been busy as ever and I am really sorry that the update took so long. Online university has been a mess and I simply didn't time to write anything except for research papers the past year. But in

the meantime I at least finished my BA and got a new boyfriend. Funny story, he didn't know he was into kinky stuff at the beginning of our relationship and I had to teach him everything about bdsm. :D

I can't tell when I'll manage to write the next update as online uni is as chaotic as ever and way more work than regular uni. But I will try to take less than a year this time.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I look forward to your comments. Stay safe!

Many thanks to my betas Nantai and chocomieux

"There is something I would like to discuss before you leave," Draco said while preparing breakfast. It was six in the morning and he was half asleep, but they had a lecture at eight so he didn't really have a choice other than to suck it up and drown himself in coffee. He was not a morning person most of the time and getting out of bed got even harder when you had a warm body pressing against you.

Hermione on the other hand was wide awake and reading news on her phone. She seemed completely relaxed, one leg up on her chair and playing with her hair as she read. Upon hearing his words she looked up in surprise. "Is something wrong?" she asked as she put her leg down slowly. Her guard was clearly going up again.

"No, it's nothing to worry about!" Draco hurried to explain. He hadn't realized how bad his wording had been. "It's about sex toys…" He was interrupted by a fake, loud cough coming from the doorway. They both spun around and Draco felt the heat rise into his cheeks. Blaise was smirking at them, his pyjama bottoms dangling dangerously low on his hips. It was a surprise he actually wore any.

"I am glad you get along well and all, but you shouldn't forget that you don't live alone if you don't want to be interrupted, dearest Draco," Blaise drawled, clearly making fun of the two of them. "Can I have some of the coffee?" he motioned to the pot Draco was still holding without missing a beat, as if he hadn't just walked in on a conversation about sex toys. Blaise was just like that. His ability to talk about anything and everything without batting an eye if he actually cared was legendary.

"Why are you even awake?!" Draco hissed at him as he filled up a cup with the dark liquid. If he had known that Blaise would be awake, he would have been more careful. "It's not like you to be awake at this hour!" He threw a quick glance at Hermione who was studying her phone again, obviously trying to pretend she wasn't there, before going back to glaring daggers into Blaise.

"I take the same class at eight as you two do, you idiot," Blaise took the cup from Draco's hand with a sly grin. "But don't worry, as I have this now," he raised his cup, the contents splashing around dangerously, "I don't need anything else from the kitchen this fine morning."

With this, he walked out of the kitchen, leaving an awkward silence behind.

Hermione stared at her phone. She hadn't read a single word since Zabini arrived and she didn't think she was going to before she left Malfoy's flat. The blood was pounding in her ears. Why did Zabini have such terrible timing? She could never look him in the eyes again.

"World to Hermione," Malfoy was waving a hand in front of Hermione's face in an attempt to catch her attention.

"Yes?" She blinked. Why did she even care what Zabini thought about her?

"As I was saying before Blaise interrupted us, we should talk about buying sex toys," he drawled as he sat down at the kitchen table, spoon in hand and clearly eager to eat his breakfast. Only then did Hermione notice he had already placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. It looked like a perfect Instagram meal with the fruits and syrup artfully placed on top of it. Who knew Malfoy had such talents?

She picked up her spoon, her eyes firmly on the food. "Why do you want to buy some?" When Malfoy didn't reply, Hermione looked up. He was holding up a hand, indicating that he was chewing and she should wait.

"Because they are fun," he said when he finally swallowed his mouthful. "I only have the handcuffs and a blindfold right now. At least some ropes are necessary as you were interested in shibari. But I think vibrators, dildos, plugs and even whips are a lot of fun. I don't mind paying for it all, but I need to know what you like. And if you already have some toys we can use."

Hermione's eyes darted to the door, but luckily Zabini was nowhere to be seen. "Do we really have to talk about it right now? I don't really want Zabini walking in again."

Malfoy was trying to hide his grin behind his coffee cup but Hermione could still clearly see it. She narrowed her eyes. Did he plan to embarrass her in front of Zabini? As if he read her mind, Malfoy spoke. "I don't enjoy Blaise walking in during such discussions either but I don't particularly mind as he is in that kinky chat with us and knows more than we want to admit. But we can discuss it later. Or you can send me some links to toys you think you would enjoy."

Hermione nodded, thinking it over. "I want to pay for half of the stuff," she said suddenly. "I don't think I would be comfortable with you buying it all. And don't you dare to protest!" she added when she saw that Malfoy opened his mouth to say something. She hesitated for a second but decided to continue. "And it's probably time to exchange numbers. It's more comfortable if we want to share links."

Hermione yawned. No matter how much she liked studying and understood its importance, some cases she had to work through were just plain boring. Luckily, there wasn't much left. If she pulled through, she could finish in an hour or two at most. Or at least that's what she hoped.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" a familiar voice brought her back to reality. Hermione suppressed the urge to lash out, an old reflex in any interaction with Malfoy, and shrugged. "Do as you please. But why don't you pick an empty desk? Isn't it more comfortable?" she asked curiously. Her notes were scattered all over the place and she hurried to make some room.

Malfoy laughed. "How long have you been zoning out?" he gestured around the library. "There are like three free seats left and I would prefer to sit next to somebody who has showered this week and hasn't built a fort out of books on their table, which leaves me with you. I won't complain about that."

Hermione looked around in surprise. She must have been in her own world for quite some time for the library to have filled up like this without her noticing. Every desk was occupied and even most chairs had someone sit on them. Of course, there were a few empty seats blocked by a bunch of notebooks, but even though most of the regular library users hated that behaviour, they couldn't change it.

"Maybe we could even study together?" Malfoy shot her his most dashing smile as he sat down. "After all, I assume you are going through the property law case, judging how bored you look."

Hermione didn't really feel like studying with someone. Usually, she was slowed down by whatever study partner she chose, but she knew that Malfoy wasn't stupid and the case was really boring. "Fine. We can try. But if you slow me down, you have to look for another seat," she said, resignation in her voice.

Malfoy proved himself to be quite a good study partner, especially as he managed to make Hermione laugh with some really dry comments about the case. Hermione was glad she had agreed. She would have fallen asleep over the books on her own. There was only one problem: she found herself staring at Malfoy, periodically zoning out. She studied his grey eyes darting over the books, the straight nose, and the shirt that fit him as if it was made for him, the ridiculously pale hair. It was hard to believe it was his natural hair colour, but unless he died his hair everywhere, it had to be.

"Is there something on my face?" Malfoy asked, touching his face.

"No," Hermione jumped out of her chair, fearing he would see the blush that spread over her face upon being caught staring. "I was just thinking that I need to get a book!"

Draco smirked, his eyes following Hermione before he closed his notebook and stood up as well. He hadn't expected that he would have such an effect on her, but he didn't complain. He had noticed her staring long before he said something, but had to wait till his cock calmed down before he dared to say something or even stand up, not wanting to let her know what effect she had on him. It seemed they had quite the influence on each other and neither wanted to admit it.

He walked over to the aisle where Hermione was looking for a book. He leaned against the bookshelf, hands in his pockets and ankles crossed and watched her, doing his best impression of being relaxed. He was anything but, as he was risking making Granger angry once again. He was horny and fucking in the library had quite the appeal to him. The thrill of doing something forbidden and risking being caught did weird things to him but he was sure she wouldn't agree. He wanted to try anyway.

It seemed Granger finally found what she had been looking for as she pulled out a book and turned towards Draco.

"Oh," she said, clearly not expecting to see him.

"How about a break?" he drawled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. This way, it was up to her to decide what would happen next. Even though he was the dominant one inside the bedroom, they stood eye to eye when it came to deciding when and where they had sex.

"Sure," Granger replied, running a hand through her hair but stopped mid-movement. Her eyes darted to Draco, brows furrowing. When she saw his best impression of an innocent face, her mouth fell open when she realized what exactly he meant. "Malfoy! There are people here!" she hissed, looking around nervously.

"Most left already. I am pretty sure there aren't more than two or three people in the whole building. You have been spacing out again."

Granger bit her lip. It seemed she hesitated.

"But we can get some drinks if you want," Draco said, not wanting to tempt fate. Knowing Granger, she would be mad if he pushed too much and he really didn't want to deal with that again. If he had to choose between no sex right now and no sex in the next few weeks, the choice was easy.

"That's.. not what I meant," she said, her eyes darting all around the place, but avoiding him and Draco almost fell over in surprise. But he caught himself soon enough and left his place against the bookshelf, walking over to Hermione in long, self-assured strides.

He pushed her against the bookshelf at the back of the aisle, pinning her in place and looked down at her. She was clutching the book she had picked but was looking him straight in the eyes.

"You sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

When she nodded, Draco couldn't control himself and captured her lips with his own. He pulled her arms up, pinning them in place. The book Hermione had been holding fell on the floor with a thud, but they ignored it as Draco's hand wandered under her shirt. She pushed herself against him, eagerly responding to his touch.

"How far are you willing to go?" Draco whispered, his lips hovering over hers. He was studying her, the flushed cheeks, the glinting eyes and the swollen lips. It was a beautiful sight he wanted to remember.

How far did she want to go? Hermione didn't know if she was honest. On the one hand, she wanted him to fuck her. On the other, they were in a library for god's sake… They should act like responsible adults and law students! They should…

Hermione closed her eyes, sighing in pleasure when Draco kissed her neck, all rational thoughts forgotten.

"Fuck me," she breathed out, opening her legs so Draco could press a thigh between them and his lips found hers again. She lacked the words to describe how much she enjoyed being pinned in place like this, allowing him to do as he pleased.

"On your knees!"

Hermione's eyes fluttered open when Draco let her go suddenly. She followed his command instinctively nevertheless, falling to her knees immediately, putting her hands on her back just as she learned last time.

"Good girl," Draco said in a husky voice, fumbling with his belt. "Now open your mouth."

She did as she was told, looking at him expectantly. His dick was already fully erect when he finally managed to free it from his pants. Hermione had the urge to lick her lips but the dick was in her mouth before she could.

"I am going to fuck your mouth," Draco said, his hands running through her hair. "Is that alright with you?"

Hermione barely hummed in response and he was already moving, holding her head in place. He wasn't gentle, but it didn't hurt either. It was degrading, being used like this, but the roughness turned her on. And the pleasure she could see on Draco's face.

"Hell yes," he moaned, his fringe falling into his eyes.

Hermione squirmed, desperate for friction herself.

Draco pulled Hermione up by her hair before he pushed her against the bookshelf again, kissing her vigorously. While he wanted to stay in control, he had to admit that he enjoyed it greatly when her hands tangled in his hair, pulling at it lightly. It was obvious that she wanted him as much as he wanted her and that made the whole thing even hotter.

His right hand wandered lower and he started rubbing her clit through her jeans. Draco grinned into the kiss when Hermione moaned softly. He opened her zipper hesitantly, but when she didn't stop him, Draco moved his hand into her pants, rubbing her clit, before a finger wandered into her, and then a second. Hermione threw her head back and Draco kissed her neck again. She was practically fucking herself on his hand now and it was glorious.

"Don't forget that you are not allowed to come until I say so," he whispered, before softly biting down on her shoulder. Hermione's nails dug into his shoulders as her leg pulled him closer.

"Shut up and fuck me," she whispered in response, making him laugh.

"It seems you have forgotten who is in charge, love," Draco retorted, his hand clasping around her neck, choking her carefully. He was so into it, that he didn't even notice what he had just said. "But as you wish."

He started pulling down her trousers. "Turn around," he ordered and let go, fishing a condom out of his pocket. He was glad he had remembered to take one with him when he decided to follow Granger to the aisle in the back of the library.

He opened it in record time, eager to finally fuck her again. If their little fling continued, Draco was sure that he would get addicted.

After some fumbling, he pushed slowly into her, kissing her cheek gently before he was fully inside her. His hand found its way around her neck again and he squeezed gently, closely watching Hermione.

"You have to beg me if you want to come," he said, increasing the speed. "Don't you dare to come without permission." He grinned, as his free hand started rubbing her clit again.

"Fuck, Malfoy," Hermione hissed, biting down on her lip.

"It's Sir. And now beg, princess," he whispered back, "or I'll be the only one who will come tonight." He emphasised every word with a powerful thrust.

Hermione was basically quivering under him, but she thrust her chin out, set not to beg. It was cute, really. But he wasn't going to let her go that easily and increased the speed of his hand.

"M-Might I cum?" Hermione whispered finally, obviously not able to wait any longer.

"Ask nicely," Draco retorted, glad that she finally gave in, as he wasn't going to hold out much longer and didn't really want to let her go home unsatisfied.

"Please, Sir?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"You are allowed to," Draco whispered, before kissing her temple. As soon as the words left his mouth she started quivering under him. Draco did his best to keep his pace as he was close himself and didn't want to ruin her orgasm.

Hermione's legs were shaky by the time Malfoy finally came. She was spent. Judging by how he had to hold onto the bookshelf he wasn't much better off.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Never been better," he replied with a grin and let go of the bookshelf. "But we should hide our traces."

Hermione nodded, already pulling up her trousers. She couldn't believe they really had sex in the library! It was a miracle nobody caught them! If anybody saw them right now, it would be clear what they have been doing! She looked at Malfoy. His face was flushed, his hair dishevelled, not to mention his clothes. He looked incredibly sexy like that, way better than his usual perfectionistic self. Like this, he was way more likeable. It felt as if he was showing her his true self.

AN: please don't fuck in your local (university) library