Disclaimer: I hate doing these disclaimers at the beginning of each chapter. Almost as much as I hate the fact that I do not own Draco. Or any of the other characters in the story for that matter.

You got an ass like I've never seen

And the ride…

I say the ride is so smooth

You must be a limousine

-Prince

"Yes, yes, YES! Dammit, keep going."

"Fuck, you're so tight, how do you keep it like this?"

"You like it tight?"

"Mmmm you know I do, baby, you know I do."

"God, go harder, oh my god, like that. Uhhhh."

"I'm coming, I'm almost there…."

This time they where actually in one of their rooms, Hermione's to be exact. Malfoy was sitting in her desk chair and she was straddling him, riding his strong shaft as he pumped her up and down. They both came and sat for awhile with him still inside of her. He kissed each tingling breast and then her red mouth. She returned by kissing each of his flushed cheeks. It was two days after she had leaked their secret to Lavender and she had not told Draco what she had done.

"God, that was amazing," he panted. Hermione just smiled and climbed off of him. As she pulled her panties back on, she heard a sharp knocking at the door and Harry's voice, "HERMIONE! Open up! I need to talk to you!"

Hermione gasped. "Shit! Malfoy! Get dressed and hide in the bathroom, or under the bed. Just disappear!" Malfoy, looking similarly panicked, threw on his tee shirt and pulled on his boxers. He then ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Now, Hermione could hear Ron's voice in addition to Harry's.

"Come on, Hermione! We've gotta straighten something out. Shits going down," he yelled.

They continued to pound on the door until Hermione, after quickly dressing and patting her hair down—she had learned her lesson—yanked it open.

"What?" she cried exasperated, "What could possibly be so important that you…"

"Is it true?" Harry interrupted.

"Tell me it's not," add Ron.

"Is what true?" asked Hermione, afraid that she already knew what they were talking about.

"It's all over school," Harry began, "that you and Malfoy have been, well, you know."

"Have been what exactly," Hermione prompted, wanting him to say it and get it over with.

"Screwing!" Ron spat out.

Hermione could only open her mouth in surprise. Fuck, she thought, I knew Lavender was a big mouth. Why did I have to tell her about me and Draco. Dammit dammit dammit!

Her friends took her reaction to be shock and dismay.

"Now, now Hermione, we knew it couldn't possibly be true! You know Lavender is just a one girl rumor mill," Harry reassured her.

"Yeah, don't worry, we'll sort this all out. We'll just start telling people the truth. You know, that you're not crazy and Malfoy is a prat." With a smile Ron pulled a still shell shocked Hermione into his arms. As she felt Ron's arms around her, Hermione broke down. She couldn't lie anymore to her best friends. She pulled herself away from Ron. She tried to look them in the eyes, but found she couldn't. So when she told them, she stared at their feet.

"It is true." She looked up, dreading what she would see. Funnily enough, neither one of her friends looked very upset. She soon heard why.

"Haaahaahaha," laughed Harry. "That's a good one."

"Really, can you even imagine," chuckled Ron.

Hermione had heard enough. "No, listen to me. The rumors are true. I told Lavender about it the other day after Herbology. God, I knew I shouldn't have. I knew something like this would happen."

The laughter was gone. In its place were faces filled with disbelief and dismay. A few seconds passed and felt like a few years. Finally Ron broke the silence.

"I can't believe this. Hermione, don't you have higher standards than that? I mean if you were so lonesome for a bloke, you could have just…"

"It did not just happen because I was lonesome for a bloke," Hermione said acidly.

It was Harry's turn: "Then would you mind explaining how in the hell this came about?"

"It's not like I planned it out! Do you really think I woke up one morning and said to myself, hmm, Hermione, what shall we do today? Study for an arithmancy exam, or fuck around with the arch rival of my best friend? I didn't expect this to happen. It just…did," she finished weakly. Ron apparently couldn't hear anymore. He turned on his heels and ran out the door leaving Harry and Hermione alone.

"Well then, it must be worth it," said Harry quietly. Hermione looked at him, tears in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"It must be some great sex if you've been willing to trade it for what we all have together," Harry looked back at her with a cold, cruel expression. She had never seen him like this. "Tell me Hermione, was it that good? Did you push him down and ride him like a jockey? Or is he usually on top?" He was speaking in a quiet, dangerous voice. The tears had started to flow down Hermione's cheeks. He stepped toward her, backing her into a wall and continued, "Did he go down on you. Show you a whole new world? Did you see stars when he flicked your clit? Did he push you down, or did you willing stoop and suck his dick for free?" He had pushed up against her, she could feel his breath on her face. "I hope it was worth it Hermione. I hope he fucks you so hard that you can't walk for awhile afterwards." Hermione could now feel something besides Harry's breath pushing up against her. It seemed like this little diatribe was getting him excited. And, surprisingly it was working for her too. "Is that how it is with him? Because if it is then it might be worth it. It might be worth every thing you, me, and Ron have been through together. And," here he paused, steeling himself for something, "and it might be worth what you and I could be having." He gave her a dark look, then backed off and walked out the door. Hermione slumped to the floor, not sure what to do.