Author's Note: Hello again! Thank you all for joining me on this wild ride. This whole thing started off as a little thought about my need to read a Quidditch based fluff smut and now its come to fruition and I cannot believe it. I am so grateful to all of the readers who followed, favorited, and reviewed this fic. Ya'll are amazing and the reason I will keep writing fun fics like this one. Ok, I won't harass you anymore, I know you just want to know who won. Again, thank you, alright onward!

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, sexual content

I hope you enjoyed Care To Make a Wager, Granger? as much as I did writing it!


Chapter Four


Well, Hermione thought, this was it; her last lesson before the big day. She was so anxious she couldn't stomach the idea of eating supper which was a shame since it was her favorite, shepherd's pie, before she hurriedly made her way down to the pitch with Ginny's broom bouncing on her shoulder. She was confident tonight she'd make at least one if not two goals that she was painstakingly close to doing, then hopefully recreate the same winning throw tomorrow when it really counted. The last time they met up she'd barely missed at least four throws into the goal but hopefully tonight would be her lucky night.

"Good evening, Miss Granger," Malfoy greeted from where he stood at his usual spot on the grassy field, "you look rather chipper tonight for someone who's about to be elbows deep in potion muck for the foreseeable future."

Not even Malfoy's teasing ribbing could affect her mood as she swung Ginny's broom off her shoulder and between her legs.

"Getting nervous I'll win, Malfoy? If not, perhaps you should be."

He threw his head back with a reverberating laugh, mounting his own broom as he did.

"Aren't you the epitome of humility. Don't worry, Granger, I'll remind you of this moment as your scrubbing at the bottom of my cauldron just how close yet so far you got to winning our wager."

She rolled her eyes but smiled genuinely at him.

"Alright, let's get to practicing, shall we? I'd like to get a full night's rest after I've made a few goals tonight."

A few moments later they both had launched themselves up toward the velvet star covered sky. She never thought she'd find anything pleasing about flying in general, let alone in the midst of performing Quidditch moves, however the feeling of the wind whipping her hair back while her eyes took in the wonderment of the sky above and the way the cold brought a flush to her skin was something she could relive over again and never tire of. It was another unexpected perk from this little bet between them that she was rather thankful they'd made.

"Right," Malfoy began as he came to a halt before one of the goals the pair flew to, "you know the drill, Granger. Balancing for five minutes first then I'll retrieve the quaffle for you to practice throwing."

She nodded with a look of the utmost determination and focus. With much more graceful ease than she had even two weeks ago, Hernione's arms rose to lay flat in a lateral line. She didn't quiver, never lost her focus, nor did she need to readjust herself as she stayed there for a long minute.

"Excellent, you've improved greatly Miss Granger," Malfoy called after a few minutes from her left. She turned her attention toward his praising face and grinned. At last things were looking very promising for her and this wager. All she had to do now was catch the quaffle Malfoy held and make a few goals befo-

A wind.

Well, more like a rather violent gust, she'd give herself credit for that. Hermione thought for half a second after she had successfully held her balance and was riding on the serotonin high of his words that nothing could stop her. That's when she noticed the tell tails whipping harshly n the Hufflepuff tower in her direction and a split second too late she realized what was about to happen. It blew her broom a few meters away from where it had hovered but more alarming than that, her hands missed the handle. As Malfoy had pointed out during their lessons, her center of gravity was much lower and by missing the handle she shifted her entire weight forward and found she was suddenly toppling forward. Her legs weren't wrapped tightly enough to stop from sliding off and Hermione felt herself unable to stop as she unwillingly slid from the safety of her broom with a shriek of fright.

The feeling of rapidly coming face to face with the unforgiving turf below her made her mind go completely blank except to scream for help. Everything else was a blur as she plunged at an incredibly fast pace, not so much so that she didn't have a moment to silently admonish herself for not grabbing her broom when she felt herself start to fall.

The wind became too much as it watered her eyes, forcing them closed while she accepted that this was going to be quite agonizing if she survived.

Something hard slammed into her body, the feel of fingers clawed roughly at her shoulder and around her waist before they pulled her up painfully tight against whatever this was that had rammed into her and her nose smacked into something hard which watered her shut eyes further.

Thank Godric her descent stopped.

Her breath was shaking with the adrenaline aftershock of fear as she became aware of her surroundings.

She was still in the air, sitting across a lap, and when she looked up she saw the terrified face of her breathless savior.

"Miss Granger, are you alright?"

Malfoy's panicked stricken features were a blur behind her still building tears but the reality of what happened finally hit her as she stared at his blue eyes; he'd flown Godric knows how fast, likely putting himself in jeopardy of injuring himself, to save her. He'd caught her midair and kept her from plummeting to a severe injury or worse. Words completely failed her. She didn't know whether to answer him, cry, or thank him profusely. None of it seemed to be enough to explain to him all the emotions that were rolling through her in this moment.

Except…

Hermione had no idea what came over her or why this was what she decided would be the best way to express her gratitude to him. Clinging to his jumper's collar, she tugged down hard so his wide eyed face drew close enough to her that her lips crashed into his.

He tasted like the wind and grass.

Honestly she couldn't care less at the moment if he threw her off back toward the ground a few feet below them. Even for a few seconds this was definitely worthwhile to her because she could put every ounce of unspoken feeling into her lips so that he would perhaps finally know the truth she'd kept firmly hidden from view.

Then, Merlin's beard, Malfoy kissed her back.

Ravished her really as his arms that had been holding her slid around her shoulders and back, encasing her while they floated above. His lips were wind chapped but soft in their endeavors. Her own lips parted, intent to ask him if this was alright when his tongue took the liberty of sweeping into her mouth to taste her. It could've been hours that they floated there, clinging to each other, mouths opening and tongues dancing together as they snogged each other senseless. It was a tragedy that another quick bluster of wind whipped her hair around them and the pair pulled apart gasping when Malfoy's broom shifted slightly. Hermione's eyes were quick to focus on his blown out pupils and the reality of what had just occurred suddenly brought her back down to earth.

"I-I think we should land, Mr. Malfoy, in case there's another squall. Tonight might not be the best night to practice after all."

He was watching her face intently but nodded, tilting the broom down so their feet touched at last. When she dismounted she looked around and found Ginny's broom had drifted carefully to the ground after losing its rider and she ran over to retrieve it. A sense of humiliation rocked through her as she began to silently berate herself, wondering why in the world she'd done that when she hadn't even asked for his permission to kiss him. It was such a violation of him and Hermione knew she shouldn't have done that. When she returned to his side she couldn't bring her eyes to look at him as she stared down at her feet.

"Well, since we can't practice, we should head in early so we get some sleep before tomorrow, Mr. Malfoy."

Her focus stayed on his dragon hide boots, hoping he wouldn't say anything or ask anything about the kiss she's practically stolen from him.

"I suppose you're right. I'll see you in the morning then."

She nodded and just when she was about to turn and run she felt him press a fleeting kiss against her cheek.

"Sleep well, Miss Granger."

Her cheeks flushed like mad at his touch while her eyes snapped up to watch him move off the pitch, wondering at his last kiss just then.


The next morning Hermione rose early. Not that she needed to, she was simply so very nervous. A quick trip to the Great Hall where she forced herself to eat a hard boiled egg and sausage she hurried to make her way back up to the dormitory. When she opened the door she was surprised to see Ginny was there, laying out her old quidditch uniform and pads for her.

"There you are, you're all set." Ginny gave her a pointed look, "Try not to get them too dirty."

The heat that crept covering her body was enough to make her feel as if she stood in a room lit by several roaring fires.

'Thanks Ginny, for everything."

Her friend gave her a strange smile before she patted her on the shoulder.

"Of course, Hermione. Well, good luck, I'll come find you this afternoon after my date with Harry so I can finally see you riding a broom of your own volition."

Hermione watched until her friend left the room before turning to face the bed. With a deep sigh she began to dress herself in the foreign outfit.

Hermione was fidgety as she tugged at the fingerless gloves, shifting nervously while she waited for Malfoy on the pitch. How should she react? Should she simply say hi? No, that's silly. You don't say hi to someone you snogged without permission, she thought scathingly. She'd planned her entire apology out the whole way down and hoped, by some miracle, Malfoy would forgive her then perhaps she could broach the subject of her feelings for him in a very subtle, non-direct way.

"Miss Granger," the familiar baritone voice called, making her shoulders stiffen as she spun around.

She watched as Malfoy crossed the field before he stopped in front of her, not speaking a word to her and his entire frame looked aloof. She supposed she deserved that.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'd like to apologize for my conduct last night. I-I shouldn't have kissed you without asking for permission first. It's just I was so overwhelmed by what you did for me and we've been getting rather close, or at least I think we have, and-"

To her surprise, he began to shrug his knapsack off his back she hadn't noticed he carried, making her pause her silly ramblings. She watched with curiosity as he pulled out the book from within, holding it out toward her.

"Here, Miss Granger, let's call off the bet. You've more than earned it."

Hermione stared in wonder at the object she'd spent the last weeks and weeks enduring all this training to be able to win it from him. She was tempted, sorely tempted to reach out and take it, but she never got things she hadn't earned first which was why Hermione shook her head.

"No, I won't take it unless I win it fair and square, Mr. Malfoy."

He looked with a twinkle in his eye at her.

"Alright then," he packed the book back away once more, "shall we?"

With great trepidation Hermione mounted her broom and kicked off. Once Malfoy joined her they moved down the field toward a set of the tall goal posts. Eventually she found herself hovering where he indicated was about ten meters from the tallest one in the middle.

"Best of luck, Miss Granger." Malfoy said, tossing her the quaffle which she caught with ease.

Hermione swallowed hard, her thighs squeezing to the point of pain around the handle as her focus turned solely on the target before her.

This was it.

With a deep inhale and exhale Hermione balanced the ball into her right hand. Her arm reached back as far as it could as she told this was just like any other competition. She could do it, she knew she could, and with her eyes focused solely on the giant hole in front of her she finally swung her arm forward as hard as she could, watching as the oddly shaped red ball left her finger tips. It began to soar through the air. Her unblinking gaze followed it as it arched across the air, aiming toward the lower middle of the goal. It moved closer, the goal within a short distance, gravity began to drive its aim in the lower quadrant of the hoop and…

It bounced off the metal hoop with a loud clang that seemed to ring across the field as the ball pathetically fell to the ground below. Hermione's heart sank as she watched its descent before it bounced a few times and came to a rest on the ground.

She'd missed.

She'd missed.

She'd missed…

She felt so downtrodden after all that hard work she'd botched it by such a small margin of error. It would've been easy to cry right now but that wasn't in her nature when she had lost before. She turned away from the goal and where Malfoy watched, no doubt his face would be full of pity or perhaps elation at having won the wager against her. Perhaps the tears that were threatening to sheen her eyes were in order. This was, by far, one of the hardest endeavors she'd undertaken and failed at. It was so disappointing.

"Miss Granger." He called out.

She turned her broom in time to catch the quaffle flying at her face. Malfoy was hovering a few meters away from her, his lips turned down into a slight frown with his arms folded across his chest.

"Try it again. No foul losses if you don't make it this time."

Hermione stared in shock down at the quaffle in her hands. Another shot?

"That wasn't the terms of our wager, Mr. Malfoy. I lost to you fair and square."

The frown he'd been wearing a moment ago quirked up into a slight smile.

"Who said anything about this being a second shot at winning that ruddy old book? If you make it this time, I'll have another surprise reward instead."

A different reward? Well, she would like to see if she could make it, she supposed.

Hermione repositioned herself in front of the goal and took several deep, chest filling breaths again. This time she gave the quaffle a little squeeze, hoping to impart some good luck into it. Her arm drew back like before and with a great heave she snapped it forward, sending the ball spiraling…spiraling at downward angle…

And straight into the lower left half of the Quidditch hoop.

Hermione whooped in excitement, almost toppling herself backwards off the broom. She'd done it! All those months and nights of working felt like they'd finally paid off in that moment, even if she hadn't gotten the book.

"Well done, Miss Granger."

Malfoy was beaming, the quaffle he'd retrieved tucked under his arm again.

"I can't believe I did it." She chattered excitedly.

"Oh you sell yourself short. Well, I suppose I owe you something now, don't I? Follow me."

Without waiting for her, Malfoy steered his broom back down toward the safety of the ground. She followed in quick order, landing with a smooth and dainty hop of her feet that all her practice had finally afforded her. He continued to move without her, dismounting and throwing his broom over his shoulder to bring with him as he began to trek across the greenery. A soft curse at his long leggedness had her hurriedly taking the mount from between her legs and mimicking his actions of hoisting it onto her shoulder and setting a fast walking pace to catch him.

Malfoy moved with a determined purpose toward the other side of the pitch. Hermione tried to keep her legs strides in tandem to his gait but she simply couldn't and still kept Ginny's heavy broom steady on her shoulder. Eventually she saw where he was headed and frowned a little. There really wasn't much in the way of places of note on the Quidditch field. Obviously there was the massive field itself, the goal areas towering on opposite sides, the towering stadium-like stands which housed the doors to the Quidditch locker rooms beneath their assigned House stand. Other than that there was only one other place of any note and it was exactly where Malfoy was headed.

As they approached the small hut off on the side of the pitch, Malfoy began to tug off his padded gloves with his teeth, folding them together once they were relieved of his hands and tucking them into a hidden back pocket. His hand not holding his broom aloft slid into his pocket to procure his wand. A quick wave of it had the lock released as he pulled the door open, the hinges groaning with weathered age. He stepped back once she finally arrived behind him in a puff of flushed perspiration, gesturing for her to go in first.

"After you, Miss Granger. Set the broom inside the door for now."

Hermione's face screwed up into a look of uncertain bemusement. This was her reward? Was he planning to teach her how to mend Ginny's broom? Or perhaps this was meant to be a joke she didn't quite catch on to yet?

Rather than pepper him with a zillion questions she knew he wouldn't answer, Hermione entered cautiously and leaned the broom on the broom rack right beside the door. She'd never been in this little hut but Harry had complained enough about how small and under equipped it was to have no desire to ever explore it either. The contents of it were quite minimal. There was a long waist high work bench littered with several metal adjustable broom mounting holsters, several rows of drawers beneath the bench from floor to where the wood bench began, most likely filled with items to assist in the maintainability of one's broom. Aside from that there was a hat rack with a random burlap sack in another corner and of course the broom rack beside the door. Very underwhelming, as she assumed.

"Mr. Malfoy, why are we in the broom mending station?"

She turned to face him but rather than the bemused look of cheekily telling her the logical reason why they were here that she failed to see, she saw another look in his eyes; desire.

With a firm press of his body Malfoy shut the door behind him with a finality. He dropped his broom and knapsack next to hers while his wand, still in hand, moved as he spoke several spells including a warming charm which she felt as it washed over her before he pocketed the thing. Malfoy left her question answered as his long, limbered legs made a slow approach toward her. Uncertainty ran through her entire body, not afraid of him by any means, but definitely of what his intentions were of bringing her here and the way he was acting.

Still, he kept walking forward up until he was a hair's breadth away which forced her to take a step back, then another as she walked backwards from his stalking figure. This went on until Malfoy had her pinned against the wooden work bench, trapped in place by his hands that settled on either side of her hips on the workbench. He studied her face briefly, his eyes kept dipping from her lips to her eyes only to lower them back down again. He licked his own lips, the tip running an extraordinarily distracting trail along the line in perfect sync with his cupid's bow before delving back within his tempting mouth.

"Before I give you your reward, we need to have a serious discussion. Do I have permission to remain this close to you and touch you, Miss Granger?"

It was asked in such a seductively deep timber in his voice plus with the smoldering gaze he had for her and her alone, it was no wonder her curiosity was piqued at such an odd request. The idea of him wanting to touch her, however it may be, set her heart into a rapid tempo that rushed into her ears maddeningly. She could find no words to vocalize her consent so she nodded several times.

He didn't touch her right away, allowing his line of sight to travel over her flushed face and widened eyes, down the slopes of her feminine neck and shoulders, and she could've sworn by the bob in his throat he'd admired the swells of her breasts even under the Quidditch garb for a flatteringly long moment. His fingers rose once his eyes had returned to hers to brush the curls away from the edges of her face, his fingertip pads glancing over her cheeks in a dusting of what she sorely hoped was affection.

"I have a confession to make," he began, "I may have been slightly misleading in my explanations at your attending the Quidditch game, Miss Granger. I'd made it seem like you were there to gain a more direct knowledge on how to best succeed in your task but in truth I'd asked Pansy to do some investigating for myself."

A flash of anxiety rippled across her abdomen.

"Investigate? Investigate what, precisely?"

Malfoy drug his bottom lip between his teeth, a deep concentration of thought linking between his brows.

"I had asked her to make some personal inquiries to you whilst you were distracted by your lesson. Things that I've been wondering for quite some time and hoped she'd find an answer to. Apparently she did and made a few startling observations to me after your conversation with her."

Hermione felt her stomach knot. Oh no, what had she said wrong? If possible he leaned in closer, his nose so close she couldn't tell if it was the tip of it or his breath touching hers.

"She seems to think you rather fancy me, Miss Granger and that you have for quite some time now."

Her shock couldn't be more evident when her mouth dropped open and her eyes shone with fear. Oh no, what was she going to say to that?

He seemed to sense her perturbed reaction because his fingers moved from her hair to slowly trail down her neck.

"She also informed me that we're both idiots. Evidently we've been pining for each other and it's very apparent to everyone else except the two of us. That's why she was trying to put it in your head that we should stop our lessons so that I would give in and tell you."

His hands moved down her trembling body, between the valley of her breasts, past her quaking stomach, then across her abdomen to rest on her hips.

"Is she correct, Miss Granger? Are we two fools who've been secretly admiring each other from afar when all we had to do was admit to our feelings?"

Hermione licked her lips then. If she confessed to this, and he said he didn't reciprocate her feelings for him, she was going to run out of this hut as fast as she could.

"Perhaps she might be correct-at least for my part. I cannot say much about your feelings though."

Her soft admission brought her eyes down to his chest, too afraid to see what his reaction was. Then his fingers were pressing hard into the soft flesh of her hips.

"Miss Granger, look at me."

It took a herculean amount of courage but she finally drew her eyes to meet the ice covered storm flashing within his depths.

"Do you think I'd offer to teach flying lessons to anyone? Or that I'd work with my professors to get extensions on several assignments to accommodate practice nights for someone I didn't have any sort of affection for?"

Hermione's eyes widened at his questions. In truth she hadn't. She never in a century's time would think Draco Lucius Malfoy would feel anything toward her except ill hidden annoyance. This was why she never questioned his motives for their little exchange. She had thought he had made it clear that this was done out of boredom but evidently, she was very, very wrong. Her tongue licked the inside of her bottom lip, puffing it out which by the snap of her eyes to focus there he very much liked.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you saying you're attracted to me? That last night when I thought I'd forced myself on you, you wanted me to?"

Rather than answer her with pretty words, Malfoy leaned forward and let his lips grazed ever so slightly over hers.

"Miss Granger, I've been dreaming of that kiss for months and even those didn't do it any justice. I cannot explain to you how much I wanted to not only kiss you but so much more."

Her breath came out in quick, accelerated pants against his lips as his words swelled in her chest and gave her such a sense of elation she could cry were she not so keen to keep this moment perfect.

"It seems Parkinson was right then," she leaned back from his tasty lips, "we are a pair of idiots pining for each other. So much for being two of them brightest students in school."

Malfoy chuckled a little but that carefree look gave way to a rather serious face.

"Are you ready for your reward, Miss Granger?"

Unable to think coherently with him this close to her, hearing his confession to sharing those same feelings for her, and the weightlessness those expressed feelings gave her, Hermione found herself nodding dumbfoundedly.

"Do I have permission to continue to touch you, Miss Granger?"

Mildly anxious and fascinated at what was about to happen, Hermione whispered a soft consent. Malfoy didn't hesitate in his actions this time as he tilted his head down, her nose filling with the scent of leather, wind, and grass as he did before he attached himself to her neck. Hermione sighed pleasingly as her head lulled to the side, the rush of lusty warmth overtaking her body as he made his way down the length of her neck then back up, adding nips and tugs at her delicate skin that were sure to leave love bites behind. His lips trailed more feverished kisses directly below her jaw and chin as he meandered his attention toward the other side of her neck to create a repeat of his lavishing attention on her. She felt her knees threaten to buckle were it not for him pinning her in place. Her hands found their way to grip onto his shoulders for support which earned her a grunt of satisfaction from where he was currently licking her salted skin. It felt like this went on for hours and yet it didn't seem long enough. She wanted him to bruise her, mark her, make her his, and if this was her reward it was worth every second of training it took to get here.

Their bodies melted together as he crowded over her, her hands needing to touch more of him as they explored his still Quidditch uniform clad muscles including those bloody Quidditch thighs. She ran her hands over the thickened cords of muscles there as she appreciated now in hindsight how much work he must've put in for his body to be so perfectly toned.

That tongue of his darted out then to rob her of whatever sentient thought she had as it roamed its hot caresses along her jawline toward her ear. Dizzy and yet somehow oh so alert, Hermione found her fingers dancing up along the inside of his thighs, immensely enjoying the feel of him twitching and his mouth aiming for her ear to tease and nip along her earlobe.

"Trousers off, Miss Granger."

Her body stilled at this command as some sense of reason returned to her.

"My-my trousers? Whatever for?"

A humored chuckle rumbled against her cheek as his fingers parted the top layer of the borrowed Quidditch robes.

"You'll see."

Her brain synopsis seemed to be misfiring, she thought, because she swore he said she needed her trousers to be completely off for her reward. Then she felt his hands push apart the top layer of her robes and knew that's exactly what he'd meant when his hands began to pull and tug at her buttons.

"Wait!" she cried, covering his hands with her own.

"I-I haven't ever-ever-"

His hands stilled as he pulled back, giving her the most serious of looks.

"Do you want me to stop, Miss Granger? We don't have to go any further than this if you want."

"No!" She squeaked as she shifted nervously, "No, I want to continue but I thought you should know that this is all very new to me."

Malfoy regarded her for another minute before he nodded slowly.

"We'll start off slow then, if you trust me, that is."

Her fingers found their way along his shoulders and she gave them a firm squeeze.

"I do."

The slightly cocky smile he gave her then almost drew a snort from her. Then the feeling that her fastenings were being undone distracted her and before she knew it he was pushing the cream colored fabric off her slender hips until they stalled at her knees. Any embarrassment she may have felt at being so openly displayed was cut short when he picked her up by her arse and set her on the workbench. He knelt down before her, his eyes fixated for a brief second on the apex of her thighs, long enough for them to flare with a burning heat at the sight before looking questioning up at her.

She didn't even hesitate when she shook her head. He'd said they would take it slow and that, that was too fast. His eyes seemed to melt into a look to silently express understanding as he nodded before leaning forward to place a kiss on both her knees.

"Another time," he said before refocusing his attention to his task at hand. With impatient tugs he removed her borrowed boots and trousers the rest of the way off her legs. They flew across the room to land with a muffled thud on the cleanly swept floor. Malfoy's hands glided along the outside of her calves, seemingly enjoying the feel of her feminine curves as he rose to stand before her.

Now sitting slightly higher than him she felt some of her power return to her. It was easy for her to part her legs with his focus so intent on her eyes before she drew him in between them as she leaned over to kiss him soundly.

Malfoy must like this take charge attitude she had because his hands made a rough exploration of her body then, down to her hips where they settled firmly as he pulled her flush to his front. Relentless, tantalizing lips finally fell over hers as he returned her kissing with a senseless ravenousness.

This was a reward she'd bet on again and again.

His fingertips of his right hand were edging along her skin as he continued his ascent until he brushed right against her cloth covered clit, making her buck at the sensation. Was this what he'd meant to do? She had a second of fear cross her mind; she'd never done this with anyone else before. No one except herself had ever touched her there and it'd always been behind dark curtains with multiple charms to keep even the softest of sighs from being overheard. This felt so exposed, so brazen. Anyone could walk in on them.

It was…thrilling.

"Relax your legs, Miss Granger. Imagine it's like riding on a broomstick," he whispered into her mouth.

Once she'd registered what he'd requested she could feel her body open to him, ready for him to give her his promised reward.

His fingers pushed aside the fabric with ease as he teased right in the middle of her slit, running them up to press against her hardened bud before rolling it gently between two fingers. Hermione cried out into his mouth, wondering if it was possible to sob from feeling this explosive. Malfoy really liked her responsiveness. Just like on the pitch when she was easily able to pick up on his subtle teaching cues here she seemed just as skilled to follow his nonverbal directions. He pressed his hips in to widen her legs further to accommodate his spanse, his tongue grazed her bottom lip for her to nip, his hand not currently rubbing her into a frenzy, pushing on her back so she would press her breasts forward to be flush with his still clothed chest. After minutes, minutes that felt like hours, she at last felt the relief of him releasing her clit from his ministrations. She was unprepared though for the earth shattering feel of his finger pressing inside her. It was one thing to do it yourself but this, Merlin, this was true magic. His single digit was so much thicker than her own, the feel more akin to when she'd slide two fingers into her slick heat. If only he would-oh Godric yes.

A wanton keen slipped past her lips when the second finger joined the first, stretching her more than she had before but it was such an exquisite ache as her channel adjusted to him. He should be feeling this too, enjoying this with her which was why her hand slid down between them to cup his stiff length along his powerful thigh. The other hand at her back snaked around to her wrist, pulling her away.

"No, this is yours, Miss Granger, for all that hard work," his hot, laving tongue traced over to earlobe before he growled, "so reap the well earned reward."

Those callused Quidditch trained fingers pumped rapidly in and out of her slick, teasing her hips to chase after them even as his thumb rolled atop her swelling clit. That feeling of impending climax began to spread across her lower abdomen, bringing her gasps to a crescendo of breathless moans as he worked her faster.

"I'm so close, please Draco." She pleaded, her fingernails digging into his muscled thighs while his mouth opened and sucked hard on her neck. Bright lights were shimmering across her vision, she lost all thought of anything but riding his fingers until they were completely sheathed in her cunt and so they could make her reach for what she desired.

"It's still Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger."

Why that sentence launched her over the precipice, no, threw her far and wide, she didn't know. It didn't matter because all she could do was tip her head back and cry out, her entire body taunt and pulsing in tandem with her velvet walls that clenched and released against his fingers. Malfoy swore into her neck, still sliding his fingers at a slowing pace as she began to tumble down from her high, twitching and whimpering from oversensitive touches his fingers moved against her spent flesh. Eventually he slipped them from within her and she watched with utter astonishment as he lifted his head to look at her through heavily hooded eyelids while he licked them clean.

Neither spoke as he took out his wand to scourgify her mess still between her legs as best he could and the one out of her knickers. He retrieved her discarded clothes and she sighed when she found a slight spot that had gotten on Ginny's trousers. Hopefully Ginny couldn't tell what she'd done but knowing her she probably already knew what to expect. Once Hermione had finished redressing herself he moved to open the door for her. Not really ready to return to the world outside this little shelter of bliss she gave him one final, pleased kiss wherein she licked at his lips a little to taste herself making Malfoy chuckled before she grabbed Ginny's broom.

With wobbled movements she stepped out into the sunlight, definitely not the same person she had been when she entered half an hour earlier.

"Miss Granger," she turned at his voice, her dreamy eyes moved down to his hands where he held the precious book that had started this all out to her.

"Here." He said, pressing it into her hands.

Still in the afterglow of her mind boggling orgasm she took the book mutely, staring down at its cover.

"You're not supposed to give this to me, Mr. Malfoy, I didn't earn it."

Malfoy grinned impishly, taking her broom to shoulder along with his own.

'I'm not giving it to you. You're simply borrowing it until next Sunday. We'll meet here in the broom mending station for a refresher of today's lesson and perhaps discuss means for you to earn extra credit. I'll retrieve the book then."

She felt a thrill at his innuendo.

"I might not be done with it by next Sunday." He admitted, coyly.

Malfoy stepped up next to her, pressing a kiss at her temple.

"Oh, I know, Miss Granger. You're still helplessly deplorable at flying and will need advanced level training for quite some time. I expect to see you here Tuesday and Thursday evenings, too."

-Fin-