Blah blah, don't own anything, except that ear technique in the previous chapter. That I do own, and I recommend it to everyone. It'll drive your boy/girlfriend crazy.

…And then I had a crazy fantasy…

We were naked in my bed

One fling, no strings

Moving all around the room

Chicka chicka boom boom

And then we did it on the floor

Against the door

Up on the sink where we did it some more

The sun was hot

And we were both burning red

We were naked in my bed

I gotta get you naked in my bed

On top, don't stop

-Frickin A

Hermione was barely able to look around the room before Malfoy flung her onto the bed in the corner. From what she could see, it was very much like her own private room, with a bed, desk, chair, and an adjacent bath room. The only real difference, she noted, was that it was decorated in silver and green, whereas hers was gold and red.

These thoughts were quickly pushed from her head by Malfoy who had stripped of his school robe and layed himself on top of her to resume his fondling. He grappled with the clasp of her robe and eventually ripped it off and discarded it on the floor. After roughly kissing her for a few minutes, he began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lavender lace bra. He trailed down her chest and arrived at her skirt. Hermione shivered in anticipation as he snaked his arm up her skirt. He brushed at the inside of her thighs causing electricity to shoot down her spine before he found and started to tease her clit. He worked at her expertly, but at the same time keeping eye contact, wearing an expression the displayed both hunger and daring. Daring her to stop him. As if she would.

Soon in addition to playing with her nub, he forced two fingers inside of her, causing her to gasp. There were just too many sensations down there for Hermione to keep her cool. She began to writhe on the bed and moan and gasp. Sensing she was near her climax, Malfoy cruelly stopped, knowing that she would do anything for more. Regaining her senses and out for revenge, Hermione forced him underneath her and straddled him. She ripped open his shirt, ignoring the two broken buttons that flew, and slowly lowered herself down until her face was at his crotch level. She began to unhurriedly undo his belt. It was all too agonizing for Malfoy, who began to regret that he had teased her so. Unable to wait, he undid his belt for her, along with his fly and kicked his trousers off. Hermione smiled a devious smile and pulled down on Malfoy's emerald green boxers, revealing his already erect member.

Still remembering his fault, she teasingly traced with her finger up the inside of his thighs until she reached his taint, causing him to moan. She massaged his package and granted him a few hand pumps, before she pulled her self back on top of him.

Realizing neither he nor she could wait any longer, Malfoy tore off Hermione's skirt and ripped off her panties. He flipped her over so that she was under him and shoved himself deep inside of her. Her reaction was just as he wanted. She gasped and smiled. He began to thrust, faster and harder, wanting to ram right through her. He could tell she loved it. He soon felt ready to go, but Hermione had other plans.

"Not yet," she gasped. She pushed him over and then straddled him once more. He smiled and helped insert himself into her again and she began to work, sliding up and down, and surprising and tantalizing him by occasionally moving in a clockwise way so that his shaft rubbed all around inside of her. Eventually it was too much for either of them. They both came and collapsed, sweating, on the bed.

Neither one wanted to speak, and so it was quiet for awhile. Eventually Hermione rolled over and announced she was going to take a shower. Malfoy just nodded.

As the water ran over her, Hermione thought disbelievingly about the recent events. She had to admit that it had been mind blowing, but she wasn't ready to admit it to Malfoy. No way was she going to hand that to Malfoy; it would only fuel the raging ego inside of him, she was sure of it.

Malfoy lay in bed after Hermione had gone off and didn't stir until she had gotten out. As she reached for her bra and panties, he spoke.

"Granger."

"Malfoy."

"I, er, think it would be best if this, you know, stayed on the down low."

"I quite agree," Hermione said briskly. She was surprised by his attitude. She thought that he would have been smugger. Or that he would have been eager to spread the news of his latest conquest.

"Right," he continued. "So if you don't mind…" he motioned to the door.

Hermione didn't know whether to be offended of relieved. Because it was Malfoy she chose the first.

"You know what, Malfoy, you think you're so great. But if you keep disposing of everything the way you do, you're going to end up one lonely old wizard. I knew this was a mistake," she said venomously.

"Hah," he replied dryly, "I bet it was the best mistake you've ever made. You seemed pretty happy about it thirty minutes ago."

"Screw you. You were loving it as well."

"I never said I wasn't, Malfoy said with a smirk.

With that Hermione stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.