"Granger, please tell me why you kissed Weasley."

A powerful shiver ran through me as his voice floated around me. It was like smooth wine, running through my body and slowly setting my insides on fire.

"I won't ask again."

"Because he checked out all of the books from the library that I wanted."

"Why did he do that?"

My eyes snapped open to find Draco Malfoy leaning casually on the wooden door of the Room of Requirement. His blonde hair was hanging over his eyebrows, his face a smooth plain of impassiveness. His eyes were directed towards me, the gray irises darkening with every breath I took. His lips were full, and last night they had been all over my body. He was tall and lean, the muscles in his arms flexing as if they wanted to burst from his shirt sleeves. My eyes trailed down to his legs, only to see them covered in black trousers. But I knew how muscular his thighs were. I felt them every night.

"Answer me, Granger."

I suddenly glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance. His eyebrows rose to his hairline, and his nostrils flared. "You kept me up all night, Malfoy. When I came back to the common room this morning, I was exhausted. Then, when I woke up, I forgot that I had a stack of books waiting for me at Madam Pince's desk for checkout, but Ginny told me how Ron got them for me because he thought I was ill, and he knew that I would want those books to keep me company."

Malfoy smirked, his lips curling to the side. I liked that. I liked to kiss the corner of his mouth when he smirked. "How sweet of him," Malfoy said in a falsely cheerful voice.

I snorted. "Yes, he really is sweet."

"Don't do it again."

I rolled my eyes and stepped closer to Malfoy. His eyes fell to my lips, and I took in a sharp intake of breath. "I'll do it again if he does a nice gesture again. That's what friends do."

Malfoy glared at me and grabbed my arm, roughly throwing me into the Room of Requirement. He was on me in the blink of an eye, his hands grabbing my waist and roughly pulling me to him.

"Zabini finished my homework for me, but you don't see me running my lips over his body," he said roughly into my ear as his fingers came up to softly trail the freckles across my face.

I gaped at him, annoyed at his dramatics. Draco was always so dramatic. "Malfoy, I would never do that to Ron nor Harry! I only run my lips over you, you know that."

His hand tightened on my waist while the fingers of his other tangled into my curls. I bit my lip, fighting back the moan that formed in my chest. "Do you want to do that to them?" he muttered.

"No!" I screamed, appalled that he would think something like that. "Malfoy-"

I groaned in delight as his teeth sunk into the side of my neck. "When we're together, I am Draco. I'm tired of reminding you."

"Draco," I breathed out huskily. His hips ground against mine in response, and my body bowed for him. "I would never do that to anyone else but you. I'm yours, remember?"

He growled and pushed my hands into his hair. "Damn right, Granger," he whispered before his lips collided with mine. I groaned as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, forcefully fighting with my tongue for dominance. My grip on his hair tightened, and my hips involuntarily tilted up to meet his. He grabbed on to my hip with an iron grip and kept me steady as he ground against me. I moaned, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth hard before biting it roughly. A squeal escaped my throat as my brain fogged with the tricks of Draco Malfoy. I was drowning in him, I knew that, but I didn't care either. Who would think that Harry Potter's uptight sidekick would be Draco Malfoy's sexy hellion?

Draco released me all too soon. I whimpered at the loss of his musky and lemony scent before I was flipped over. I groaned as I heard his zipper fall, and I shuddered in anticipation. This was my favorite part. It would always be my favorite part.

"This is going to be quick, Granger, because I know how much you like to go to class."

"I can skip, Draco."

He chuckled darkly, his fingertips trailing up the back of my socks to the hem of my skirt. Even through the wool of the socks, my thighs were on fire. He flipped my skirt up and muttered, "But then you'd hate me for making you miss class. Granger, you know I don't like it when you hate me."

And I did know that because when I hated him, I didn't let him touch me. I didn't let him near me. I ignored him, and he hated it when I paid him no attention. He was used to being the center of my affection, and it hurt him when he wasn't. Then, when I came back to him, he'd hurt me in the most delicious ways.

"Are you ready?"

I gasped as his fingers pushed my panties to the side, the cool air of the room making my lips quiver. "You know I am, Draco."

And he did know. He knew that with one kiss, I was always going to be ready and willing for him. With one push of his hips, I was withering in need. That didn't stop him from torturing me, though. He used his fingers to stir up the most seductive mewls and groans from my throat. My eyes softened as I saw him shudder, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he listened to my many moans.

"You're very ready, Hermione."

Hermione. I bit my lip to try and calm myself, but my name was like sweet lemonade on a hot day. It was always my undoing. It fell like silk from his lips. And he knew it.

He pulled his fingers from me and meshed his body into mine. With each of his forceful pounds, my body grew hotter and hotter, my vision blackening until all I saw were stars. I screamed his name in a continuous plea as I grew mad, shaking uncontrollably for him. My hands pulled and clawed at his back, and I felt tears sting the back of my eyes when I heard him softly whisper my name. He swore loudly and I squealed as we fell over the brink together, my body growing numb with a peaceful calm. His body stilled, and his hand tightened in my hair as he shuddered.

It was like this all the time, the roughness, the primal behavior. We were obsessed with each other, craving each other, controlling each other. Why did I need him as much as I did, though?

The question was answered as he flipped me back over and smooth my panties and skirt back into place. His gray eyes gazed at me softly, and he pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead before cleaning us up with a quick Scourgify and leaving the room. I needed the roughness as an escape from my life as the Gryffindor's encyclopedia. I needed the tenderness he gave me as a sign that he wasn't as bad as everyone thought he was. I needed his insults because they released the fire and anger within me, giving me a way to release all of that pent-up energy. He was my drug, and I had wanted him like this since fourth year. That one night of the Quidditch Cup, that horrible night when Death Eaters attacked, he had been in the forest that Harry, Ron and I had run into. He had warned them to get me out of there, and his eyes had lit a fire in my abdomen. That same night, I touched myself to his eyes until I was crying with shame. But he was all I wanted since that night. We argued every day, we insulted each other, and he was the only one who could unleash the beast within me. He knew all the wrong buttons to push to make me hate him, as he had when I smacked him in third year. No one, not even Ron, could do that, and I was in awe of it. How did he do it? How could he get on my nerves so much and make me want to kill him?

So, I had sex with him. I was the one who pushed him into a broom closet while we were on patrol one day. He had said something rude, and I had retaliated. Then we had argued, and I was clutching at my hair to make it stop. Then, he called me a mudblood, and I was on him in seconds. It was the best night of my life. It was the night that started this obsessed affair, and I didn't know if I would ever be able to stop.