Waking up after a Gryffindor party was like waking up in the middle of an Emergency Room after a disaster. A door slammed opened followed by the sound of gagging as Lavender shot out the room at light speed. Shouting for them to help Pavarti.

Hermione's head pounded as she rolled out of Ginny's bed, her legs tangling in the sheets when she tried to draw her wand. She fell back in a graceless heap landing on Lavender's bed with a loud yelp. Ginny groaned and held a pillow over her head, attempting to will away the disturbance.

After determining that she would in fact die if the castle came under attack, Hermione hauled herself over to the bathroom, holding back Parvati's hair while she cried.

Hermione was struck by the normality of it. How hundreds of years of Hogwarts students had probably spent Saturdays in this bathroom in the exact same way. Not running around facing Death Eaters or giant snakes. Just hungover, trying to hide under the covers, and swearing to never drink again. They were finally normal. The thought was almost enough to make Hermione giddy.

By the time Hermione got Pavarti tucked back into bed, Ginny was rousing under her mound of pillows and blankets that hadn't been there the night below. Hermione smirked, ignoring the stabbing pain in her head in favor of taunting her friend. Just because she had accepted Ginny's reason to drink didn't mean she had to free her of the consequences.

"Good Morning!" she sang, stepping back from the resulting hex shot from under the pillows.

"Fuck you."

"And here I was going to offer to fetch you a hangover potion." Hermione pulled up her rouge stocking and smoothed her skirt in an attempt to not look like she had spent the night getting blitzed.

"Who do I need to hex to get one?" Ginny growled. Pavarti waved a shaking hand in agreement.

"Dean," Hermione answered as she skipped to the door. "He apparently learned to make them sixth year and he's a crack hand at it. If you ask nicely I will grab one for you too."

"Get me that damn potion and I will get mum to pull out Ron's baby pictures next time we are home." Ginny's head appeared for just a moment for ducking back under the covers with a groan.

"Done." Hermione smiled, climbing up to the boys dorm and shouldering her way in, resulting in two startled shouts and a girlish scream from Dean. She blinked at him, taken aback by his response as he covered his chest with his shirt haphazardly.

"Couldn't you knock!? I'm half-dressed."

"Give me three hangover potions and I won't tell that cute sixth year about that sound I just heard you make."

Dean grumbled pulling out the potions. He floated them over to her with a flick of his wand. He rubbed at his hip bone and scrunched up his face. "Were we doing the Can-Can?"

000000

Breakfast was a morose affair with no less than three quarters of the seventh years quietly nursing aching headaches. Hermione could pick out the various attendees from other houses by the way they stared at their plates wanting to eat but not sure if they could keep it down. Oddly enough the Slytherin table also seemed out of sorts in their own way. The usually clipped conversation was muttered and half hearted. Perfectly set uniforms and hair were mussed and unkempt.

While the Gryffindor's were mostly alright, Lavender was still nauseous from the smell and refused to go back up to their room until it aired out. Ron and Harry had apparently returned after a rematch with the Whomping Willow resulting in her having to fix Harry's glasses and apply a swelling charm to Ron's shoulder. Neville smiled at her knowingly when Ron asked when she had learned so much healing magic.

She excused herself, promising to join Dean later that afternoon to help him brew more hangover cure for next weekend.

She was walking down the hall dreaming of a hot shower to rest her muscles when she caught sight of the Prefect's bathroom on the seventh floor. Since no one ever came up by the head dorms to bathe she knew it would be empty. Smiling to herself she slipped inside, summoning a towel and change of clothes from her room. When she heard the door open she held out her hand expecting them to fly into it.

She was not prepared for the hand that buried itself in the back of her hair, spinning her around. She hissed in pain, her scalp still sore and in no mood to be dragged around. She scrambled at the hand, trying to get it to release as it forced her head back. When she found herself staring up at Malfoy as he loomed over her, her body didn't hum in excitement, it stiffened in discomfort. Malfoy yanked tightly and an unpleasant shot of agony blurred her vision with tears.

"Granger. Granger. Granger," he cooed, shaking his head. "I thought we talked about this."

"Not now Mal-"

"Yes, now Granger," he hissed, tightening his grip.

He smiled when she squeaked; it was fucking unsettling seeing the rage broil behind it. Hermione had learned to appreciate pain in the right circumstances, when her body was healthy and already flooded with heat and pleasure. This was different. This she couldn't trust not to go too far and fear leaked down her spine. That wasn't giving up control, it was being robbed of it. She felt like she had unleashed a rabid dog and had no idea how to put it back in it's kennel.

Malfoy traced his hand down her neck, scratching against the skin. The already damaged tissue protesting in agony.

"Don't-"

"I thought that I had made it very clear that I wanted those pretty little marks I made to stay put," he growled pushing up against her. Her still sore sex cowered away from him even as she realized he wasn't hard. Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

"Malfoy-" His hand closed around her throat, on instinct alone her nails instantly clawed at his hand. He hardly seemed to notice. Malfoy simply glared at her, tightening his grip while fire flashed behind his eyes. The pressure on either side of her throat dragged a pained cry from her.

"And another fucking thing-"

"S-Stop," she choked out, quivering under his hand.

His eyes burned into her, the cold heat of his rage sparking around them. His shoulders held a threatening tension, a hair's breadth away from snapping. Dangerous. Stupid. Awful choice.

"Wand's right-" The words were barely out of his mouth before her vinewood was at his throat.

His eyes widened as he stilled immediately, releasing the pressure on her hair and neck. She sobbed in relief as her pulse beat angrily against her skin in hot waves. Hermione's knees shook but she managed to stay standing while she wiped away the barely formed tears. Malfoy had stepped back and was staring at her, silent and significantly paler than usual.

"I-I'm sorry." The words were small and soft. So unlike him, she was tempted to look around the bathroom for a spectator. "I didn't-" He coughed, clearing his throat as he straightened. The shame rolling off of him was so thick she could nearly feel it clouding the air with the steam. They stared at each other for a moment before she shook his shoulders.

"I didn't... I'll leave you alone."

He pulled himself up to his full height, edging toward the door with that infuriately blank mask in place. But, there was a crack, just the slightly quivering in his jaw. If she let him go now, it would be the end. He would probably avoid her and even if she could get close enough to talk to him he would still probably refuse to offer her the clarity she so desperately needed. Hermione was unwilling to descend back into that foggy place at the edge of madness.

Swearing, she cast a locking spell on the door before he could dart out of it, his body ridged.

"Get your arse back here Malfoy. We aren't done."

"But you-"

"Told you to stop and you did. That's how this works," she groaned as she muttered cooling charms around her neck hoping to soothe the irritated skin. "You didn't have to be such a git about it though."

"What on earth are you doing?" he questioned, examining his nails. It probably wasn't the best move because it just drew her attention to the way his hand still shook. She was somewhat surprised to see him so bothered over all of this. Malfoy had never given her any indication this... situation was for anyone's benefit other than his own. Well, perhaps that time in the broom closet but that was surely a line of some sort.

"Cooling charms. My skin is not exactly happy right now," she answered. There was a knock at the door and she charmed it open just enough to let her towel and clothes in. Hermione didn't think he was going to take off but she didn't want to risk it.

"Don't be dramatic," he scoffed weakly, staring at the spinning fairy in the stained glass window. "I barely touched you."

"But you did a number on me all of two days ago and since you told me not to heal it that puts me a bit out of commission for a few days," she responded dryly.

"But you did." Malfoy spun back to her, snarling as his anger flared. "I never took you for a liar, Granger."

"Liar?" Hermione asked trying to puzzle out his meaning. "I don't-"

"I saw Longbottom rubbing all over your neck yesterday." He narrowed his eyes, running them up and down her body. "I believe I also said that I didn't share."

"I also said I didn't belong to-" Hermione paused, his words catching at her brain. She narrowed her eyes pinning him with the look that would have Ron falling all over himself to get away from her. "You saw me and Neville? How?"

"You were in the middle of a fucking corridor. It's a miracle that the entire school isn't planning your wedding right now," Malfoy spat. "I'm honestly shocked that pathetic twee has it in him. Even if he's not half as good as me."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Malfoy said nothing but turned to glare at the still filling bath. Suddenly Hermione realized that he made the same assumption she had.

"Oh my god. You possessive bastard!" she screamed as she threw up a silencing spell on the room. "You had no right."

"I had every goddamned right," he shouted back. "I am not a fucking toy for you to swap out when you get bored of your other ones!"

"Oh right, like you are capable of 'feelings'. Neville and I are just friends. He was giving me the stupid cream so I could hide your fucking marks without having to worry about my glamours fading. "

"Which you were supposed to leave!"

"I did leave them you prick!"

Hermione stomped over to him and ripped up his hand. He tried to yank out of her grasp but she simply rolled her eyes and pulled it up to her shoulder, lightly running a finger across the skin and watching the surface fade to purple before removing it. "Which I could have told you before you manhandled me."

"Well how was I supposed to know," he growled dangerously, anger still simmering beneath the surface. Even still, when she dropped her hand, his fingers continued to dance softly across her skin. "That looked-"

"How about you ask me? I am perfectly aware that your mouth is capable of forming sentences." She took a deep breath and resisted the urge to scream in his face. Instead, she crossed her arms and stepped away from his touch. "You crossed a line Malfoy. You don't get to dictate my relationships."

Lines. Boundaries. Maybe Neville had a point.

"And you expect me not to get snippy when other men are pawing at you?" Malfoy snarled.

"We aren't dating," she snapped just as the bath shut off. "I needed help and he offered it. There are going to be times when I won't be able to take care of myself afterwards and I need someone to limp to."

"Go ask the Gingersnap then."

"Would you like to explain to Ginny how exactly you damaged me so badly? I think she may give you three seconds before she takes away your ability to breathe." The water dripped from a faucet in the bathroom. The calming scent of lavender and cherries drifting through the warmed air feeling out of place with the tension.

"But-"

"But nothing." Hermione said. "I may let you touch me and I will even give you the compliment that I enjoy what we do." He scoffed. "However, there are lines that you are not allowed to cross and things I won't let you do. Accept that or get the hell out Malfoy."

She punctuated the statement by lifting her locking charm. Still the two just stared at each other to the back drop of dripping water. There was a long span of silence before he spoke again.

"Fine." He stared at the ceiling a moment before rolling back his shoulders and exhaling slowly. "But I have lines too. If you need healing you come to me. I don't want anyone else touching you."

He scrunched up his face in distaste but Hermione was so floored by the offer she didn't notice. That was by far one of the least like sentences she ever expected to hear come out of his mouth, preceded only by 'I love you Ron Weasley' and 'Please tell me more about hippogriffs Hagrid.' She was so surprised that she didn't even disagrees, the tension leaking from the room.

"Why on earth are you even here this early on a weekend?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes as he ran his gaze up and down her body lazily. It sent a shiver up her spine, quickly reminding her of muscles that weren't ready to be overworked again. "And why are you still wearing the same clothes as yesterday?"

"There was a party in the Gryffindor common room last night," she replied blandly. "Are you going to try to tell me I can't spend time with friends, too?"

"That depends," he growled. "Where did you wake up?"

She took a deep breath, reminding herself that every person had a right to know if someone they were sleeping with was also screwing someone else so they could take precautions. Funny, it had sounded like such a reasonable idea when George had said it but now she felt the distinct urge to start a rumor that she was sleeping with everyone year six and up, just to piss Malfoy off.

"Ginny's bed," Hermione spat. "Believe it or not, I don't just randomly fall into bed with my housemates on a whim."

"You took to me easily enough," Malfoy responded with a smirk.

"Lovely Malfoy, truly endearing." Hermione repressed her irritation, untying her hair to ready herself for the water. "But I am still too sore to do anything other than move, thus the bath."

She gestured grandly to the room around them. To his credit he had the decency to look ashamed for at least a second before a cocky grin slid onto his face.

"That sore, huh?"

He wandered over to a nearby bench and started unlacing his shoes. Hermione watched one loafer hit the ground in confusion. Honestly, dress shoes on a Saturday. What a ponce.

"Don't be too proud. The door did most of the work." Not that the door had anything to do with the tightness deep in her core. She narrowed her eyes as the other shoe fell. "What are you doing Malfoy?"

"You said you needed a bath," he summarized picking slowly at each individual buttons of his shirt when a spell could have undone them all at once. It was wholly unnecessary... but it did make a (begrudgingly) more pleasant picture. Particularly with that confident smirk on his face as his long fingers flitted across the hard lines of his chest.

"And you are undressing why?" she managed to say, still sound cross.

As the last few buttons came undone, she realized that she had never actually seen his chest. Actually most of their rendezvous had been fairly well clothed. Suddenly she burned with curiosity, wondering if his skin was as soft as his silk shirts.

"If I can't fuck you I can at least enjoy looking at you for my efforts this morning." He stood and peeled off the shirt with a practiced ease, the fabric pooling around him like liquid ash. A witty retort died on the tip of her tongue as her eyes met his chest. When Hermione's brain stopped questioning why he was getting undressed and was just happy to watch him do so. He was more toned than she expected, with tightly defined muscles that tensed and relaxed with each movement. His shoulders tapered down lightly to a thin waist with subtle ridges on his stomach, just barely visible under the skin.

"Yous shouldn't be complaining considering you're so... inclined to me."

His words snapped her back to reality.

"I am not inclined towards you." She found that glimmer of a glamour on his forearm, reminding her of exactly why this was all a terrible idea. She should have let him leave. Should absolutely send him away with a hex and a bruised jaw. "You are the best of a bad situ-"

She stopped speaking when he stood. He stalked over to her, as nonchalant and graceful as he ever was, a dangerous smirk on his lips. She was watching the way he muscles pulled at the skin of a rather nasty scar stretching across his chest as he tucked his hands behind his back. He wasn't even bothered by her words as his eyes followed hers then shot back up to her face with a smirk.

"Was that from Sectumsempra ?" she asked. Now that he was closer she realized how nasty the scar was. Wide and deep, marring the otherwise perfectly smooth skin.

"Not afraid a few scars are your Granger?" His eyes caught hers and she flushed at the heat in then. " That would make you shallow and a hypocrite."

"No…Not at all," she murmured, reaching out to lightly brush across the skin regardless of if she was allowed to…. Arsehole. She saw his breathing falter before falling into a slow pattern. "Did you know Snape invented it?"

"Of course I did." Malfoy's eyes drifted shut as her hand trailed up his neck. The gesture was oddly trusting and made Hermione's blood hum. "It was his signature spell."

"Harry had no idea when he cast it." She tangled her hand in his hair without really knowing why. It was pitifully soft. Why did boys always have such soft hair? His eye twitched and she held back a laugh.

"I still don't forgive him."

"Did you also know that that spell took off George Weasley's ear?" His eyes cracked open a witty retort dying on his lips as he looked down and frowned.

"As much as I want to hear that story you are still dressed and that displeases me."

"I thought you were stealing my bath," she teased lightly, trying to step back. An arm looped around her lower back, holding her fast as his fingers plucked at the buttons of her blouse.

"No. You will be taking it with me," he purred in that fucking tone that sent her nerves sparking. "Get in."

God it shouldn't be that easy. In spite of the little tremors shooting through her as he worked his way down her blouse, she closed her hand around his wrist, urging him to stop. He raised an eyebrow and waited.

"I…. I can't Malfoy," she sighed, he cheeks flushing with the desire slowly building up in her body. "Really. I would but I am still too torn up from Thursday… Maybe tomorrow?"

"Get undressed Granger." He rolled his eyes in annoyance, stepping forward to tilt her chin up with two finger. His eyes sparked with a heat that made her catch her breath. "Before I undress you first."

"But I-"

"Unless you want me to," he hummed against her ear, dropping his lips against her neck. "Which I am not particularly opposed to."

The vibrations running along the bruises and sending just the right amount of soft pain coursing through her body. She sighed softly, her legs shaking dangerously.

"And perhaps you aren't either," he said, hooking his finger around the partially undone collar and pulling it down to reveal more skin. "I hope you aren't attached to this shirt."

Hermione pulled away, caught between indignation and how she really wanted those fingers on her. She turned away to finish removing her shirt and bra, twitching at the sound of him removing his belt.

"Skirt too, Granger. Though I am tempted to instruct you to leave those stockings on." The velvet in his voice dripped like molasses. This was… different. She didn't really know how to respond to it. So far their… sessions had been rushed unplanned attacks that didn't give her time to think past an instinctual level. She wasn't quite sure how to handle it. All she knew was that her body was humming pleasantly and that she did need a soak.

"Is there any chance you will just leave me alone to bathe?" she sighed, fiddling with her skirt zipper.

"Is there any chance that you actually want me to?"

The smug sound of his voice was replaced with the sound of fabric hitting the floor. Hermione swallowed deeply and steeled her resolve. She unzipped the skirt stepping out of it and hearing his sharp intake of breath as he watched. She may not have seen his much of his body but he hadn't really seen hers either. Two could play at this game and she would bedamned if she lost.

Immediately going on the offensive she looked over her shoulder, his eyes blown wide as he stared at her, pushing off a pillar.

Malfoy was much too comfortable in his nakedness. Where any other man would flush or try to cover themselves, he was unapologetically open. Long toned legs trailed up to the finely sculpted thighs of a seeker. His hip bones jutting out just a bit too much to be perfect, but still painfully attractive. Leading down to the only part of his body she was truly familiar with.

Her eyes settled on the length of his cock, that same smooth paleness as the rest of his skin, with a pleasantly pink tip. She couldn't help but lick her lips remembering the way the length drove deeper down her throat than she thought possible and the way her jaw had to stretch to accommodate him.

She may have been ashamed at watching him if his face hadn't been wiped clean while he watched her as equally as dumbstruck. Hermione accepted the blush of power that thought created.

She settled on a nearby bench, keeping as much of her back to him as possible. Her fingers danced temptingly across her skin as she draped her leg on the bench, trying not to wince at the soreness. With graceful, delicate movements she began to drag her stockings off in that way that Pavarti and Lavender had giggled about all of fifth year. She was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath as she set about the other one. She smiled softly as he stalked over, his eyes roving over her legs.

"Bloody hell Granger. Had I known you had that under your robes all this time I would have fucked you ages ago."

She was about to fire back a response when he pulled her to a stand. Malfoy's eyes took in her skin hungrily, pausing on her chest with the look of a dying man led to water.

"You're too thin though."

"Half a year of starvation will do that to you," she quipped.

Hermione forced herself to meet his eyes confidently. It was only in August any of them were able to keep down a full meal, much to Molly Weasley's horror. With how often she was dazed she frequently forgot to eat as well. Still, she knew she had a nice body. Her legs were long and toned even if her waist was closer to the side of skinny rather than trim. Her chest and hips were perfectly average but from her understanding of boys that was more than enough. Still it gave her a certain hazy pleasure to see the Slytherin's gaze raking over her.

His fingers skid over the still visible bruises on her chest, pressing just until she hissed softly. He smirked as eyes dipped lower, dragging his hands along her sides until she quivered.

"You have a green pair of these." His fingers tracing along the waistband of her knickers, the lace suddenly too scratchy against her skin. He hooked a finger through the fabric, pulling them low enough to fall off her hips. "I expect to see them next time."

She nodded distantly. It felt like she was drunk again but so so much better.

"Bath. Now." He nipped lightly at her neck, bright white stars flickering across her vision at the pain. "I can't be here all day."

She wandered over to the bath settling into the near burning temperature slowly. It was only as it hit her swollen sex that Hermione hissed, stumbling awkwardly. Just as quickly Malfoy was there, his hand steadying her and lowering her into the water careful.

"Careful there, Granger," he murmured. Suddenly he was slipping behind her forcing her to settle on his lap, her legs thrown over the side. "I would have a difficult time replacing you if you broke."

When her body started to uncoil she sighed, letting the heat lap at the stiffness in silence until all she felt was water and the way his hand slid over her hips, circling just above her hip bones.

"I thought you said you weren't gentle," she hummed as a hand pulled her wrist above the water. He scowled at the skin before pulling it to his mouth and nipping at it, making her jump.

"I'm not," he corrected, tightening his grip until she squirmed against his lap. "I am trying to remember exactly where those marks were.

"Malfoy-"

"No."

He cut her off, sliding his hand up her arms and over her shoulder, pausing to gently circle the still healing star on her collarbone.

"You want to play with me? Fine. But there are conditions."

His harsh tone didn't bother her overly much considering his hands dipped lower, circling around her breast and nails scratching down her ribs as she arched her back, driving herself into the hardened length between them and groaning. Even though the bath had set to soothing sore muscles but nothing could be done to heal the actual damage, minus a visit to Madam Pomfrey. Which was not something she would ever walk into willingly.

"You're a possessive prick," she panted.

"Yes I am."

His hand slid up to encircle her neck, lightly guiding her face to him. Anger sparked just under the completely placid façade, his eyes boring into her as if trying to extract every secret she had.

"And I don't share. Non-negotiable, Granger."

She thought about it, chewing on her lip. She highly doubted she could find some other socially acceptable partner with enough edge. But that did mean not seeing George on breaks. Not that he wouldn't understand or even that she had much of a physical craving for him specifically. Honestly he would probably be relieved if not a bit chuffed. But she would miss the intimate conversations afterward, rolling up in the covers and curling against one another until he had managed to make her dissolve into a fit of laughter.

"Fine," she agreed. His finger tip dipping around the curve of her bottom, the movement belying the hard edge to his eyes. "On two conditions."

"Are you unaware of the meaning of 'non-negotiable'? It's only me or not at all."

"You are so dramatic."

Hermione rolled her eyes before focusing on his face. She let her hands skid across the sharp indents near his collarbone, smiling as his eyes fluttered. When his eyes were closed and his body was relaxed like this it was like looking at a different person.

"The first condition is that I expect the same from you."

"That sounds suspiciously like a relationship Granger," he mused, his jaw twitching softly.

"It's not," she corrected harshly. "But fair is fair. I don't want you bringing whatever the hell you could to me from other witches..." She paused watching him contemplate the suggestion before wickedly adding. "Or wizards."

That drew an aghast expression that pleased her greatly. Before he could respond she continued.

"The second is secrecy."

"Obviously," he drawled in a shocking imitation of Snape. She wondered if he had received private lessons on how to do that.

"That means subtly; not that you are familiar with the term."

"I hate how mouthy you are." He purposefully tugged too tightly at her hair, her chest thrusting closer to him, allowing him to lap the dark spots on her chest.

"I hate you in general..." she responded breathlessly. His other hand came to rest on her inner thigh. "Though you are being borderline tolerable right now."

"Agreed, on both counts. But, there are more ways to be cruel than just violence Granger," he purred, lifting her out of the water with a jerk, plopping her hips rather harshly on the edge of the large bath. "Quite frankly I find violence to be quite gauche. It lacks nuance."

"What are you-" She froze as he settled back into the water nudging his way between her legs. Her pulse pulse spiked as he nipped at the skin on the inner corner of her knee. Exasperation leaking into her tone as she realized what he was doing. "I can't-"

"Calm down, Granger." He lowered his head to her hip bones and sucked at the skin there, sending wonderfully new licks of pain shivering down her spine. He pulled away briefly to mark the other side as well, looking far too pleased to have done so. "I know what I am doing."

She let herself fall back against the cold porcelain of the floor. Unable to look at him as his tongue traced delicately up and down the skin of her inner thigh. Without warning he would nip or scratch the sensitive skin and send her hips rolling against nothing, heat building without release. For a moment she was content to sit, still somewhat taken aback by the gentleness. But after a while she realized that heat had built up to an ache and he hadn't moved any higher.

She glanced down and shifted, trying to force herself a bit closer. His eyes flicked up as his movements stopped, hand placed flat against her thigh.

"Can I help you Granger?" he questioned querulous with one eyebrow raised, as if he weren't currently placed directly between her legs.

"I- Thought you had plans today," she groaned, watching him drag his fingertips just past the juncture of her legs before circling to trail along her stomach.

"I do," he hummed, the vibrations carrying through his shoulders and into her body.

"Well?" she spat testily, trying and failing not to snarl.

"Temper, temper." He continued to drag a single finger over her stomach, twisting it in the short curls above her public bone teasingly. She groaned, trying to thrust her hips up before realizing she was held down by his other hand hooked around her leg. "I don't have to take care of you, you know. I could leave you just like this, all hot and bothered but unable to do anything about it."

She nearly screamed when he blew lightly at her core, sending her muscles sparking. Thoroughly annoyed, she moved her hands intending to finish it herself before he growled, lurching out of the water to pin her hands harshly against the cold floor.

"Did I say you could touch?" He pressed his weight against her as he held her down.

"N-no," she murmured softly, feeling incredibly small and vulnerable. Particularly when he smiled at her like she was something amusing to be toyed with.

"No… what?"

"No, Malfoy," she responded softly, feeling his cock prod at her.

She watched the pleased smirk pull at the edges of his face. He leaned down, barely brushing his lips against hers.

"Good girl."

She whined lightly, hating how easily he drew her in. When he pulled back she had every intention of dragging his face to hers by his hair. As he settled back at the apex of her thigh she quickly realized her hands were going nowhere as they were stuck to the floor with a sticking charm.

She writhed against it, not liking the loss of control when she felt a single lap at her core that whited out her thoughts. She sucked a painfully aroused breath inward, her body more than ready after all of the teasing.

When she glanced down Malfoy was watching her with a deeply amused expression, his eyes flashing. She was about to say something else when just as quickly his tongue darted out to flick at her clit, tearing a deep groan from her throat as her head fell back. Taking this as permission, he began to lavish her with light touches and licks, not enough to satisfy but just enough to leave her yearning for more.

After a few minutes she could practically feel her veins bursting, her sex so sensitive that each touch was like agony. She struggled against the bindings, against him, desperate for release.

"You're mine Granger." His lips resting on the apex of her thigh. The vibrations sent painful pulses to her core, swollen and aching with need. "For as long as we do this you are mine and noone else's."

He shifted, his light breath over her clit driving her wild.

"F-fine," she agreed, though in her current state she would probably agree to anything.

"Hm, That sounded rather ungrateful to me." Malfoy said. "Perhaps I should leave."

"Noooo," Hermione groaned as he flicked at her with the tip of his tongue.

"Then why don't you try that again."

Hermione let her head fall back against the floor, staring at the ceiling. "I'm-"

"Ah," Hermione squirmed as he nipped at her thigh harshly. "Look at me when I speak to you Granger."

Begrudgingly Hermione dragged her focus down. A shutter went through her body, seeing that fucking cock-sure smirk on his face as he stared at her, dropping his lips to brush across her sex.

"I'm-" she moaned deeply as his finger circled her entrance teasingly. "I'm yours Malfoy... for now."

"Was that so hard?" He lapped the flat of his tongue against her, her entire body tightening around nothing, just begging to be unleashed. His fingers trailed lightly around the darkening skin of her hips and thighs, the love bites blooming red against the pale skin of her stomach.

"And these stay, no glamours." She had every intention of arguing when he lapped against her again sending her writhing against her restraints, pulling tightly at the bindings.

"But-" she tried when she could manage to piece together a thought again.

"They'll be under your clothes." He raised an eyebrow as he watched her. As if they were having an argument in class and he didn't have her pinned to the floor with his face between her legs. "Who do you think is going to see it, considering the first condition?"

"Fine," she agreed through clenched teeth when it was very clear he wouldn't be moving otherwise.

He smiled triumphantly attacking her core with a flurry of sucking and flicks. After such long and delicate ministrations it had the effect similar to being hit in the chest with a brick and sent her muscles shooting ridged. Her wrist pulled tight against the charm as she fell off the edge, eyes screwing shut as white hot pleasure coursed through her veins. He was still lightly lapping at her when she came back to herself, the tiny shocks too much for her sensitive core.

"S-stop," she mumbled, her hands spasming against the ceramic.

"That was the plan… but…"

Her hands tightened painfully against the charm, her hips bucking as he attacked the too sensitive clit again, cutting off her ability to breathe. When he paused she collapsed, shaking against the tiles.

"You are awfully sensitive Granger. I bet I could-"

She cried as his thumb brushed across her, her body tensing tightly. It was too much, too close together. She thrashed violently, no doubt earning bruises from where his other hand still held her in place as he continued to circle. The excessive sensation sending traitorous rolls of pleasure along her spine. Just at the very edge of destruction he released her, giving her the moment to sob for breath.

Her body twitched wildly, every nerve firing. When he lowered his head, his eyes met hers lapping just once before she was sent careening over the edge, screaming as she came.

This time she was certain she would shatter. Her shoulder blades hurt from writhing against the ceramic tiles. Her wrist were sore from pulling against the charm. Her-

She screamed when she felt another firm lap at her core.

"Don't Malfoy… s-stop-"

"Then let me go," he responded testily, taking another lick.

Her thighs had locked around his head holding him to her. Somewhat embarrassed she unlocked her legs, watching as he licked his lips, the action relished and enticing. He released the sticking charm with a wave of his hand, floating back in the water to watch her with a satisfied smirk.

As much as she loathed the idea of giving him more to preen about, her body still ached. The need to be filled burning through her core, begging for him in spite of the soreness. She sat up, pulling him to her and shifting her hips closer to the edge. Her shakign arm draped over his shoulders attempting to pull him against her.

"No you're still too sore, as much as it pains me to admit," he insisted, with a look that promised dark things if she wasn't.

"That's…" She shivered as he trailed his hand against her lower back. All in all the whole thing was almost... normal. She finished her thought as he traced the curve of her bottom. "suspiciously generous."

"On no, don't mistake it for kindness Granger." He leered kissing her aggressively, the taste of her still on his mouth as his tongue twisted with her, beating it back into submission and eliciting a whine before pulling back. "I'm still not done."

He continued to kiss her even as his hand snaked back down to her, stroking and plucking at her sensitive sex even as she writhed around him begging him to stop. He growled at her protest, pausing just long enough to roll his eyes when she looked away and rolled her hips against his hand..

"Fickle creature."

He set back to work as she leaned into him. He dipped to her neck, tracing invisible bruises with his tongue. His spare hand rising up to pinch at her nipples. In no time at all she was coming again, her body wrapped tightly around him, spasming under his ministrations.

He caught her as her spine turned to jelly, sparing her a rather harsh collapse on the floor. He guided her back into the bath, half awake and behind the haze of twitching muscles. She couldn't even find it in her to scowl at him for smirking as he climbed out of the bath.

"Better hurry along, Granger," he stated, pulling on his clothes and casting a drying charm. He barely looked like anything had happened. "A Prefect might want to use the bath soon."

She waited until he left to try to move, annoyed to find her muscles spent and slow to react. It took another five minutes to set about cleaning her body, trying to avoid her painfully sensitive clit while she washed. It wasn't that much later when in spite of her sore muscles her body was still coiled with want, the desperate need to be filled unanswered. That was the moment, unable to do anything to fill that need, that she realized what a cruel bastard Draco Malfoy was after all.