FLASHBACK

Potions Class

September 1998

Contrary to what many had thought, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was fully repaired in time to reopen four months after a battle had destroyed nearly half of its buildings and grounds.

And contrary to what the school's Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, feared, all surviving students returned to continue their education and the number of first-years was as high as ever.

The 7th-year students who had abandoned school or were unable to sit their N.E.W.T.s the previous year were named 8th-years and given a separate Common Room with individual dormitories to help them escape unwanted attention and questions from their peers who hadn't fought in the war.

Other changes were made throughout the school; in its curriculum, Muggle Studies had become a compulsory subject for all the first three years.

Also, the Slytherin students who had returned had to take that class as part of their agreement with the Ministry.

No teenagers had been sent to Azkaban without a trial, and their trials were the ones who caught the most attention in the public's eyes.

But out of all the trials, no other caused the commotion that the Malfoys' did.

All three family members were cleared of their involvement in the war.

Why? How?

Two-thirds of the Golden Trio spoke on their behalf.

Harry Potter told the Wizengamot and the whole magical community how Narcissa Malfoy had saved him and how without her help he would've been killed before having a chance to kill Voldemort.

And Hermione Granger told them how Draco had refused to identify them when they had been captured. And also how disturbed he was during his sixth year – bringing forth that he had always been one of the best students in their year. "Only second to me." Were her words and that had been the first time he had smiled in a long time.

The Gryffindor Princess had defended the fallen Slytherin Prince; either the nightmare was truly over or Draco had gone insane while Voldemort lived at his house.

Lucky for him it was the first option.

But a lot of people didn't agree to the absolution of the Malfoys, feeling affronted by the full pardon they had been granted.

But that was how Draco returned to Hogwarts one last time.


The new promotion of House-Unity was great – for the first years.

For those who had already been there, it meant 1) to depend of their classmates change of heart or 2) suffering for being "wannabe death eaters".

For reason #2, Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Theo sat in the back of the Potions class, pondering how Slughorn's new rule would pay out for them; the Potions professor had ordered that no one could partner with someone from their own House in his class.

"Fuck." Cursed Theo. "Down the drain went my plans to let you give me good marks this year, Drake."

"Don't call me that." Draco growled.

"This stupid inter-House cooperation bullshit!" complained Pansy. "Now I get it why many of us willingly dropped out of Potions, they must have learned old Sluggy was going to do this shit."

"You need the Potions N.E.W.T.s to work with cosmetics, Pans." Blaise reminded her.

She just glared at him, mad he had reminded her she had to suffer through that to be able to work her dreamjob.

Slughorn had ordered the students to partner-up five minutes ago and, still Zabini, Nott, Parkinson and Malfoy sat alone in their desks – partnerless.

That was until Hermione Granger muttered: "For fuck's sake.", gathered her things, walked straight to Draco and sat beside him.

"Hi." She greeted him as she pulled her books out of her bag.

He frowned, completely unsettled by her behaviour.

"What are you doing?" he had to ask.

"Partnering up with you. It seems you haven't got a partner yet."

"Neither does Pansy, Blaise or Theo. Why me?"

Hermione blushed – and later she would admit that she had had a crush on him for years and for that reason had chosen him out of the four of them – but right then she replied: "I believe they think you're the worst out of the four of you."

He nodded, unable to argue with her explanation.

"Should I be flattered?" Draco bitterly joked.

Hermione smiled; seeing a crack in his mask of indifference. He was just human, after all, and that situation bothered him; beneath all those layers of hair gel, poise, delicious cologne and expensive attire, there was an insecure teenager.

After a second analysing him, she spoke: "If you mean you should be flattered by me wanting to partner with you, then, yes, you should."

He arched an eyebrow at her, clearly seeing she was jesting, and gave her a smirk.

"There will be rumours, Granger. And you might not like them." He warned her.

She looked around and certainly there were a lot of mad and confused stares being shot their way – specially at her.

"The professor is over there!" She sneered at her classmates and pointed at Slughorn.

The lab filled up with silent tension and Draco heard Pansy's soft gasp from the desk beside his: "Can we keep her?"

Hermione smiled at the Slytherin girl, who had found a partner in a Ravenclaw boy, and turned to look at Draco.

"I don't care about other people's opinions and assumptions, Malfoy." She finished organizing her side of the worktable and continued: "Let's just agree to hex whoever creates rumours and worry about our N.E.W.T.s. I need an Outstanding in Potions."

Draco had both eyebrows up in surprise. One glance at his friends and he could see something akin to curiosity in their eyes.

Pansy was mouthing: "Keep her."

And he chuckled, "Alright, Granger, I guess I can help you achieve that Outstanding."

She rolled her eyes: "As if I need your help. I'm perfectly capable of getting it myself!"

"So why didn't you choose any of my friends instead?" he needed to understand more about that.

"And do all the work for them?" She replied with a scoff. "No, thanks. I know you're able to brew any potion with your eyes closed. And so can I."

"Fair point, Granger." He nodded, accepting that explanation.

During the remainder of that class, Draco noticed her glaring at her friends, Potter and Weasley looking at him with suspicion.

Draco couldn't avoid feeling good for her choosing to work with him, reminding himself Hermione Granger had fought worse things than rumours in her lifetime, and if she walked around the castle hexing people for being obnoxious regarding their partnership in Potions, he was sure McGonagall would turn the other way and not punish her.

At the end of the class, Draco had to admit that, as a Potions partner, Hermione wasn't bad – not at all. She knew what she was doing, worked in silence most of the time and kept the table organized. They ended up with a perfect potion and something of a truce.


It was two months after that first Potions class, and the four Slytherins friends were enjoying a calm afternoon in their Common Room.

"Let's throw ball at the Quidditch pitch later." Invited Theo.

But Draco shook his head. "I can't, I'm meeting Hermione at the library to work on our History of Magic essays."

Pansy tilted her head at him, smirking, "History? I thought you were Hermione's Potions partner." She made sure to emphasize the girl's given name.

"Well," Draco exhaled, trying not to fall for that. "Hermione can study with her mouth shut, Pans. And I don't have to correct her work every two minutes. So, yes, I'm studying with Hermione on other subjects other than just Potions."

"You got it bad, man." tsked Blaise with a smile.

Draco glared at him, "Fuck off, Zabini."

"Oohh, so that's what this is about!" exclaimed Pansy, seeming to understand what was going on, "You're finally doing something about that crush then?"

"Crush?" Draco scoffed. "I don't have a crush."

All three friends looked at him with arched eyebrows.

But Theo was the one to speak first: "We all know about the aftereffects of her punch on third year."

Blaise groaned, "Everyday we had to hear about her, for the rest of the year! It was Granger this, and the mudblood that..."

Draco growled: "Don't say that word!"

"Just quoting you, man." Said Blaise with his hands up.

"You even moaned her name in your sleep!" added Theo.

Pansy snorted, "You two have no idea what I was subjected to after the Yule Ball."

Draco shot daggers at her and the two others looked at her expectantly.

"Spill it, Pansy!" said Blaise, closing his book and sitting up on his armchair.

"Don't." warned Draco.

But Pansy was already speaking: "Let's just say it was consistent with your 'moaning her name' comment."

Draco groaned low and the other two boys laughed at his expense.

"You definitively have a crush, man." Said Blaise, engrossed on his book once more.

"Fuck off, all three of you." Draco stood up and left the Common Room.


At the library that evening, Draco watched Hermione study; she read and took notes and occasionally asked for his opinion on one thing or another; he truly enjoyed studying with her, she looked a bit lost to the outside eye but he didn't dare take any open book from the place she had put them – he had learned that if she had five books open at the same time it meant she was reading all of them.

After nearly an hour in the library, Draco saw her frown at the book in front of her and begin to mouth the words she was reading.

"Need help?" He offered.

Hermione sighed and looked at him in awe: "How do you always know when I'm stuck?"

Because I am always watching you; I know how you frown when you encounter a problem, how you mouth words while you try to solve them, and how you sigh and blush when reading one of your romance novels. And the way you unconsciously maim your bottom lip before smiling as you finally find an answer on your own.

But he didn't say any of that out loud, he simply shrugged and pulled her book closer, seeing what had made her frown and helping her find the answer to her problem.

"Yes," she replied after he finished explaining it to her, "I see it now. Thank you, Draco."

Draco. He loved when she called him by his given name.

Yeah, Blaise was right – he had it bad.


Three months after that first class, Draco finally admitted (to himself) that he had fallen (hard) for his Potions partner.

He tried to fight that feeling but his resolve only lasted two days; all it took was Ronald Weasley standing very close to her in the Common Room one morning, asking her to spend the Holiday Break at his family home, and Draco felt about to combust in jealousy. His desire to punch the weasel had been so strong, he walked out of the Common Room without waiting for any of his friends, going to breakfast only after a long walk.

When the last day of school before the Holidays came, Draco was surprised to find Hermione studying alone in the library in the evening.

"Hey there. I thought you wouldn't be here tonight." he said as he sat beside her at a table.

"No parents to go celebrate Christmas with." Hermione replied quietly. "Not even a home to go to so..." she ended with a sigh.

He nodded, remembering she'd told him about having obliviated her own parents during the war and that healers were still working on fixing their memories.

"The Weasleys didn't invite you?" he asked, fighting the jealousy that wanted to arise.

"Ron did, actually." She replied, glancing at him for a second, noticing his loose tie and tousled hair – loving that casual look on him. "But I chose to stay in castle."

Draco frowned, "Why wouldn't you want to spend three weeks with your boyfriend at his house?"

It was her turn to frown as she finished writing something on her parchment, "I'd love that, if I had one." Hermione looked at him again as he ran a hand through his hair, and she had to bite back a moan – she fricking loved when he did that, she wondered how soft his hair was, how would it feel to run her hands through it as he ate her up.

Draco cleared his throat, making her stop staring.

"Aren't you and Weasley...?" he asked.

"What?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Hell, no! He's like a brother to me." She made a gagging noise. "Gross, Malfoy."

"That sibling feeling is not reciprocated, I'll have you know." He said. "Weasley tells anyone who wants to hear that he'll marry you after Hogwarts."

Hermione let out an annoyed sigh, eyes still on her books and parchments, "I've been made aware of his feelings when he tried to kiss me a couple of times in the recent past. And I made him painfully aware of how I felt about him."

Draco smirked, knowing that whatever she did to Weasley had to have been epic. He opened up a random book she had closed on the table, and smiled; his heart beating faster after hearing she didn't have anything with the weasel.

"And what are you doing here?" Hermione asked after a minute. "I thought you'd be visiting the Parkinsons this Holiday."

He looked at her with a confused gaze, "And why would I do that?"

"Aren't you and Pansy a step away from the altar?"

He looked at her as if she was insane: "You'd better be joking."

She looked at him, letting her quill rest on the desk, "Rumour has it, you and Pansy have been fucking each other's brains out since fourth year."

"Just like the rumours that say you'll be birthing a ginger Quidditch team in the next five years." He arched an eyebrow at her.

She nodded, smiling, "Okay. I get it. Not true then?"

"Partially wrong." He admitted. "We were each other's firsts and did date for about a year, but then six year happened and Pans realized I was not her type."

"In what way? I thought rich pureblood man-children were all the rage amongst pureblood witches." She smirked, clearly teasing him.

Draco laughed, "We are." and winked at her. "But my lack of lady parts ruined things for her."

"Oh." Hermione seemed surprised. "So you're so bad in the sack, Pansy changed teams?"

He rolled his eyes, "I've heard that one too many times already, Hermione. Blaise and Theo bring that one up every time we share drinks."

She just smiled, staring at him for a while before realizing she was doing it again and quickly looking down to pay attention on her book.

"So..." Draco said, trying to sound uninterested. "No ginger Quidditch team in your future?"

"Stop being gross, Malfoy." she said, rolling her eyes.

"You don't want kids, Granger?"

"When I find a man to have them with, yes. Ronald is a man-child."

"Right..." Draco sounded strangely less sure of himself than usual. "...your heart is available then?"

She frowned, said heart beating a little faster at the prospect he might be inquiring that for himself. "Who wants to know?" she asked.

He shrugged, as if that didn't concern him, "Most of the male students in this castle."

She felt disappointed. "Well, no." She exhaled. "My heart isn't available. It's very much occupied actually." It wasn't a lie – her heart was set on someone even though she believed it to be one-sided.

"So you do have a boyfriend?" Draco frowned.

Hermione shook her head and looked at him again, with a smile, feeling brave, "That depends... are you offering to fill up that position?"

Draco froze, looking at her as if unsure of what he had just heard.

Hermione blushed and stood up, taking his silence as a refusal and nervously gathering two large books, walking to the restricted section to put them back on the shelves.

"Stupid. Stupid." she whispered. "Why did I say that?" it was obvious he was just being friendly and she had jumped to conclusion and literally asked if he would like to be her boyfriend!

"Brightest witch my ass!" She muttered, touching her forehead to a bookshelf after she had put the books in their right places.

"Granger." She suddenly heard his voice behind her.

Hermione grimaced and gathered her courage to turn and face him. "What is it, Draco?"

"What did you... I mean..." He touched a hand to his hair, something she knew he did whenever he was nervous. "Were you for real?"

She bit her bottom lip. "I'm sorry for that..." She said, shaking her head, not wanting to lose his friendship because she couldn't control her feelings near him. "Look, let's just forget the last five minutes ever happened and move on." She nodded firmly and went to walk past him, but he stopped her by touching a hand to her waist.

"Are you... scared?" he whispered, surprised.

"What?" she asked in a higher voice as if that was absurd. "Of course not! Why would I be scared of you? I've faced worse in the war, as you very well know."

Draco shook his head. "Not of me... but of this." He brought his body closer to hers slowly. "Of how good we could be together."

She inhaled sharply, looking at him frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

And his eyes widened in pleasant surprise: "You are." He chuckled looking into her warm honey-coloured eyes, "Bloody hell, Hermione. You survived my aunt, faced werewolves, fought death eaters, escaped the Dark Lord himself, but are afraid of admitting you like me!"

"I'm not afraid!" She replied sharply. "Just a minute ago I let you know I'd be interested and you didn't say anything. I got the message, Malfoy!"

"Did you, Granger? Really?" he smirked at her, "You literally asked if I'd like to be your boyfriend! I was – understandably – taken by surprise and you gave me no time to recover and reply before you ran!"

"I did not run!" she scoffed.

He chuckled, knowing he was crazy to find her stubbornness adorable; then he touched her face, putting a stray curl behind her ear. "Will you hear me now?" he asked softly.

She nodded, looking at him so close to her, biting her lip anxiously.

Draco looked at her mouth before continuing: "Good. Well, Hermione, I'd love nothing else but to fill up that position."

She let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding and a smile slowly formed on her face.

"Is that so?" she asked in a whisper.

"Absolutely." He replied, his thumb caressing her bottom lip, waiting for her to make the next move.

She looked into his eyes, her smile turning mischievous, "So you're saying... you want to kiss me, Malfoy?" she asked teasingly, her hand running up his green and silver tie.

His grey eyes turned darker in desire, "More than that, Granger."

"Good." She whispered, yanking on his tie, bringing him closer and kissing his lips.

He wrapped one hand around her waist and the one on her face tangled in her hair, taking control of the kiss and probing her lips with his tongue, demanding entrance.

When his tongue met hers, they both moaned, holding onto each other as if they'd die if they stopped kissing.

"Just to be clear." Draco panted once their lips parted. "You're mine now."

She smiled, "As much as you're mine."

He pushed her against the bookcase, "I've been yours for a long time, love." and he kissed her harder, fisting the hand in her hair and groaning at the feeling of her raising one leg to wrap around his waist.

"Fuck, Mione-" he gasped, feeling her body flush against his.

"Don't!" She groaned. "Don't call me that. I hate that nickname."

He seemed surprised by that.

"Call me Granger." She said against his lips, "I want you moaning my name after years of hearing you mocking and sneering it."

Draco laughed, pushing her against the bookcase again. "Fuck, Granger. I've been dreaming of this for years..." he ran one hand up her thigh, under her pleated skirt.

"Really?" it was her turn to be surprised. "Since when?"

"Fourth year." He licked her lips, sucking on them slowly and sensually. "Hated seeing you with Krum at the Yule Ball. And then on sixth year it got worse... on top of all the problems I had that year... in came Slughorn and his damn Amortentia lesson." He touched his nose to hers, teasing her lips with his as he spoke. "I smelled herbal tea, cinnamon, parchment and old books." He caressed the curve of her shoulder with his nose. "And I knew who those smells reminded me of."

"Same here..." She smiled, touching down his chest over his white uniform shirt. "For me it was vanilla, leather, firewhisky, and green apples – like the ones you usually have in the mornings. Gosh how I hated those apples back then!" She pulled him to a kiss again. "I used to eat them just to imagine how your stupid mouth would taste."

He pressed against her harder, feeling her unbuttoning his shirt, hearing her cast Homenum occultare and Muffliato around them, her lips trailing kisses down his jaw as her hands touched the waistband of his trousers and pulled his tucked shirt out.

"Fuck, Granger, stop it." He held her hands. "If you keep touching me like that I won't be able to control myself."

"I'm not stopping, Draco. We've wasted enough time already!" She surprised him by doing a small jump up and wrapping both legs around his waist, making him put both hands on her ass to hold her up.

"Don't try to control yourself, Draco..." She looked into his eyes as she removed her own tie and unbuttoned her white school shirt.

Draco's lust-filled grey eyes were fixed on the white lace bra slowly being revealed.

"I want to have you on a bed, Granger." He said, licking his lips.

"Next time. Now, I want you right here." She used magic to finish unbuttoning his shirt and caressed his naked hard chest, tracing the scars she could see and feel on his warm skin.

"I'm burning for you, Draco." She said, lowering one of his hands between her legs.

He shivered in desire, whispering in surprise: "You're fucking wet already!"

"Yes! I always end up with ruined knickers after we study together..."

He hissed and bit her bottom lip. "Don't say things like that, Granger!"

"It's the truth." She touched his chest again, taking his lips on hers, her tongue submitting to his in their fight for dominance.

She rolled her hips against him, as he trailed kisses down neck and bit the swell of her bra-covered tits. He mouthed a nipple over the lace and she moaned.

"Fuck! I need you, Dray..."

He groaned, "I want to taste you, love, make you cum on my tongue, fuck your mouth... shit, just thinking about it has me about to blow."

She surprised him again with a slap on his cheek, "Do not cum before being inside of me! And not before making me cum on your dick first."

"Did you just slap me, Granger?" he growled, putting a hand around her neck, holding her in place and seeing her eyes filling with lust.

Fuck, he groaned internally, she likes it rough.

Then he drawled: "I feel like I must pay it back."

Hermione closed her eyes, expecting him to hit her cheek too but his large palm moved down her neck, caressed her left breast, moved down her waist and up her thigh, landing on her left asscheek – hard.

"Fuck!" She gasped, her honey-coloured eyes going darker with lust.

"You fucking like that." He said, looking at her face, flushed in her desire, her parted lips gasping for air.

"Yes. I like it rough, Draco."

He smirked, deciding to push a little further, testing how hard she liked it. "You want me to stop playing and fuck your cunt, Granger?" he asked as he unfastened his pants one-handedly. "Right here in the library?"

"Yes! Your stupid pureblood cock fucking my mudblood cunt." She whispered filthily.

Draco couldn't hide his surprise nor his desire as he covered her mouth with his hand immediately. "You're a lot more dirty than I anticipated."

She chuckled and licked his palm; he lowered his hand to her neck. "I wanted to go slow, you minx!"

"Fuck slow, Malfoy! Fuck me! – and don't you dare be nice!" she growled against his lips, gripping his hair nearly painfully.

He gripped her knickers and pulled, ripping them in two.

"Do you want it?" he growled, rubbing the head of his cock on her drenched folds.

She forced her hips down and he entered her a third of the way, his control snapping at the wet and tight heat that engulfed the head of his dick; he pressed forward into her, forcing her to take all of him.

"Oohh fuck!" She moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders. "Fuck. You're big!"

"You asked for it, sweetheart." He smirked smugly. "Now take it!" he grinded against her outer lips, feeling her gushing around his dick as he pressed hard into her and she took all of him. "Fucking knew it!" He moaned. "Knew you'd be... perfect." he closed his eyes, his face against her neck, biting and licking her skin.

"Yes." she gasped, lost in the pleasure of having him filling her up so completely, the broad head pressing on her g-spot at every thrust. "So fucking good!"

"I knew..." He continued. "That you'd be perfect. Fucking taking all of me." He moaned. "Creaming yourself by the feeling of being stretched by my cock."

"Yes!" she whimpered, loving his dirty mouth. "Keep talking..."

He smirked, looking at her face as he moved nearly fully out of her just to enter her again.

"Fuck." He gasped as he watched the pleasure in her face, the parted lips, closed eyes, flushed cheeks. He moved slowly and deep, making sure to press the base of his cock on her clit.

"Talk to me, Malfoy..." She begged between moans.

"I'm so deep inside you, Granger, filling up your cunt." He moaned as she clenched on him, his eyes never leaving her face, loving to watch her pleasure. "I'll cum right here!" He pressed in, resting the broad head right at her cervix, his lips by her ear. "I'll fill up your... how did you say it? Ah... yes... your mudblood cunt."

"Yes!" she moaned, arching her back. "Fuck me, Malfoy!"

"No. That's not my name." He moved faster. "I want my name, Granger."

"Then make me say it!" she challenged him, pulling on his hair.

He snarled, moving faster and harder into her, "Fucking swot being fucked against a bookcase in the restricted section. Such a dirty girl..."

She arched and fluttered around his dick, making him moan.

"Harder, Malfoy!" She demanded. "Fuck me like you mean it."

He took her lips and moved halfway out of her, just to slam back inside, starting a hard rhythm that had them both moaning into each other's mouth.

He felt her tighten around him.

"Yes, Granger, cum on my cock. Let me see how much you're loving being fucked by me."

"Oooh, Draco. Yes!" she was screaming and clenching around him so deliciously he was unable to stop himself from spilling his seed into her.

"Fuck, Granger..." He groaned as his cock jerked inside of her for nearly a minute. "Shit! I've never... cum this much."

She looked at him through half-lidded eyes, not an ounce of shyness on her face, his hard cock still inside of her, their combined cums dripping down her legs.

"You're absolutely gorgeous." He whispered between breaths.

She laughed, feeling more cum drip out of her.

"I want more of you, Granger." He moved between her legs.

"Yes." She moaned as he slid deep inside of her again. "I recall you mentioning a bed?"

He smirked, "No. That was when I thought you were a good girl." He shook his head, his hips moving lazily between her legs. "See that desk over there, love?" he motioned his head to the right. "That's what filthy girls deserve. To be fucked over desks and against walls."

She smirked and clenched around him, loving that idea.

He slowly pulled out and walked to the desk with her in his arms, making her stand beside it and turning her around roughly.

"Bend over, Granger. Take it like the filthy princess you are."

"Not a princess." She shook her head as she rested her hands on the desk and moved her hips back, spreading her legs and peaking seductively: "A filthy mudblood, dripping your pureblood seed."

"Fuck, Granger." He pulled her skirt up, bunching it at her waist, and thrust into her pussy from behind balls deep. "You're dirty! Can't wait to fuck that filthy mouth."

She moaned as he began to pound into her; all the years of anger and tension between them added to the mutual admiration that had grown into more in the past months had them fucking like they'd die if they stopped.

"You're mine, Granger." He growled as he leaned over her, his chest against her back, one hand on the desk holding himself up while the other caressed one of her tits; his thrusts becoming short but deep.

"Fuck!" she gasped, putting a hand over his on her breast.

"You cumming for me again? Before I fill you up, right here!" He pushed hard against her cervix, making her scream.

"Yes. Yes. Don't stop. Please. Don't..."

"Beg for it, beg for my cock."

She whimpered and he felt her walls fluttering around him, becoming tighter, "Fuck, you'll be the death of me."

And she was climaxing under him, massaging his cock, "Fucking delicious cunt!" he moaned, losing his rhythm and moving as roughly as he could.

"The mudblood is ruining you, Malfoy?" She cheekily asked between moans.

He fisted her hair at the nape of her neck and tugged her head back, forcing her to look at him as he fucked her harder.

"Filthy filthy mudblood. I'll never let you go, Granger. You'll never want another cock. I'll fucking ruin you!"

He lowered his other hand to her clit and fucked her hard, making her climax again right as he spilled his cum inside of her a second time.

"Fuck." He gasped as he lowered his forehead to her shoulder, holding her tightly against him. "This was... fucking amazing."

"Yes." She nodded. "Agreed."

He let his cock slip from her hot body and looked at her cunt. "Fucking sight. You're all swollen and dripping."

"Give me an hour and a nap." She replied. "And we can revisit some comments you made about tasting me."

He lowered her skirt and helped her close her shirt.

Once they were presentable and had scourgifyied the floor in the restricted section, they walked to the 8th years Common Room.

"Come to my room." She said as they reached the door to the dormitories.

"I'll never say no to that, love."


As soon as the door closed behind them, Hermione pulled him towards her bathroom and, within minutes, Draco found himself naked under the shower spray having his dick sucked by the witch of his dreams.

He had never orgasmed three times in an hour with a woman before.

Hermione literally sucked him dry, standing up licking her lips as if she had just had the best meal of her life.

"Fuck, love. You're absolutely perfection."

"You're not so bad yourself." She teased as she ran soapy hands down his pecs.

He kissed her lips as he helped her get clean, ordering afterwards: "Lie on the bed, Granger. It's my turn now."

She smirked and walked out of the shower, completely naked, letting him see her glorious curves.

Fuck, she was truly perfect.

Draco turned off the shower and walked to the bedroom, kneeling between her sprawled thighs and kissing her lips, before moving down her body.

"I've always dreamed with these." He filled his hands with her tits.

"How so?" She whispered, loving his dirty talking.

"You're all curves, love, but these gave me a daily hard on." He ran his tongue over the tip of one breast, making her inhale sharply. "The way your uniform shirt stretches over them, that button that you certainly charm to stay closed..." he sucked on her nipple.

She moaned, fisting her hands on his hair. "Yes. I do charm it." She admitted.

He smirked and sucked on the other nipple, watching her squirm.

"You've got very responsive nipples, love. One day I'll make you cum just by sucking on them."

She moaned louder, imagining the sweet torture that would be.

"But not right now." He continued, sucking both nipples a little more before moving down her belly. "Now... I want this." He touched a finger to her folds and hummed approvingly. "So wet already. Do I always make you this wet?"

"Yes. I've had to change knickers after every Potions class..."

He tapped her mouth with two fingers, "Open that dirty mouth and suck them wet for me, Granger."

She moaned as she obeyed, sucking on his fingers as she had on his cock minutes ago.

"See, you can also be a good girl, my lovely filthy mudblood."

She whimpered at the insults and he removed his fingers from her lips, only to thrust them into her cunt.

"Drenched." He commented approvingly, lowering his head between her legs and licking her slit from her entrance to her clit.

"Fuck, yes!" she gasped, running her hands on his damp hair. "I've never... ever..."

He closed his eyes in delight, "No one has licked this cunt, Granger?"

She shook her head, "No."

"Such a delicious cunt... all mine to eat." And he pushed her lips open, delving his tongue inside, occasionally flicking her clit.

She arched and screamed as he feasted on her cunt, his fingers thrusting against her g-spot as he licked her entrance and sucked on her pulsing clit.

When she orgasmed, his name was the only thing on her lips while she creamed all over his face.

She lost track of time momentarily, and he slowly kissed up her body, lying down beside her and pulling her to his chest.

Thinking she was already sleeping, he whispered against her hair: "I'm going to marry you, Hermione Granger."

But her soft chuckle against his chest surprised him and had him tensing up.

"Only if I let you." She replied with a sweet smile.

He relaxed and whispered between soft kisses on her lips, "I'll convince you."

"I'll be waiting to be convinced."

Draco slapped her asscheek then, getting a surprised yelp out of her. "You're too filthy for your own good, Granger."

She kissed his lips slowly, both of them too drunk on sexual satisfaction to start another round right then.

So they napped, wrapped in each other's arms.

Later that same night was when they decided they were keeping their relationship a secret, for neither wanted to deal with the drama that would ensue if they tried to publicly date.

END OF FLASHBACK