A/N: The day has finally arrived, my fellow smut fiends. We have some sexy scenes in this chapter, which is a loooong one. Pun intended. Excuse me, while I go high five myself for my comedic prowess. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm obviously not the original author of Harry Potter because apparently, wizards don't fuck. But in my world, oooooh do they ever. This isn't monetized because, I like my porn free.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The week passed in a haze. Hermione had finished up her Christmas shopping for Neville and Luna and for the first time in a while she felt like decorating her flat. She didn't go so far as to get a Christmas tree, but instead hung a sprig of mistletoe and donned Muggle fairy lights around the living room. It might not have appeared to be much, but it was more than Hermione had done in years.

While she was in London, she picked up a gift for Malfoy that she had enchanted and would give him tonight before they left for the Ministry's Yule celebration. She glanced at the clock and saw she had an hour before he arrived. In her bedroom she slipped on an above the knee lacy, emerald green, 3/4 sleeve dress. She straightened her wavy locks and admired the length. It was nearly to her low back like this.

For make up, she wanted to make a statement. She applied the same foundation, liner and lashes she wore to Malfoy's event and added a burgundy lip to tie it together. The gift she had for Malfoy was making her feel like being a tease. Her dress was off the shoulder so she sprinkled her exposed collarbone and shoulders with honey shimmer dust and threw on a pair of black pumps.

He would be arriving any moment so she tucked the gift into the same box he presented her with weeks back. With that, she heard him in her living room, "Granger?"

She stepped out of her bedroom and into the living area. "Hi," she smiled feeling by his expression she already won this evening. She needed to take back some power if she wanted to continue this game with him.

Malfoy's silvery eyes slid over her entire body and hungrily stared into hers. "You look incredible."

"I know. The season brings it out of me!" Hermione surprised herself at that statement. The season used to bring it out of her. It didn't anymore. But she wouldn't fight a good thing when she was certain of her impending victory. "I have a gift for you this time." She held the box out in a fabricated coy manner.

He closed the distance between them and took the box, pausing as his fingers covered her hand. When he opened the box, he had a confused look on his face, "What is it?"

Hermione couldn't stop herself from smiling widely, "It's part of your outfit tonight." His expression hadn't change indicating he still didn't understand its purpose. She sighed, "It's a device you put on your cock. It pulses and pulls gently on the bellend. Like a hands free wank session."

Malfoy's eyes lit up and he smirked, "Alright, I see, Granger. We're still playing, are we?"

"Mhmm. You may want to change into thicker trousers or else you may be booted from the party," she suggested, gesturing at his dark navy three piece suit.

He chuckled and responded, "I'll be back in a few moments," and disappeared through her Floo.

Draco returned to Granger's flat in a thick black trousers, a grey tuxedo jacket with a black lapel, a white Oxford and a black bowtie.

"I didn't take you for a bowtie man," Granger teased as she picked up the box he left on her Floo mantle.

"I'm not surprised. Up until the Malfoy Industries Yule celebration, I didn't think you had any sort of fashion sense. Are you going to help me with that?" He asked gesturing to the box while he skimmed his hands up her shapely waist. A small voice in the back of his mind couldn't believe he was touching the bushy haired, steel knickered, buck-tooth Granger like this. An even louder voice couldn't believe she was letting him and how much he enjoyed the feeling of her.

"I thought it would be the courteous thing to do. Now, you have to be hard to get it on right so - "

Draco cut her off by roughly coming down on her mouth. He pulled her body against his and twisted his fingers through her straight tresses. "I like your hair better wavy," he muttered into the hollow of her throat.

She gasped and grabbed the back of his neck, "That's nice. I like it both ways." She surprised him by licking up the side of his neck and sucking gently on his earlobe. He groaned and sucked more of her sweet tasting skin into his mouth.

Having completely forgotten about her objective, Draco was shocked when she unzipped his trousers and grabbed his cock with force. He let out a strangled moan at the sensation.

"Well done, you've completed your part," she remarked cooly. Granger pulled the silicone device over his bellend and whispered an incantation he missed due to all the blood rushing in his ears. She stepped back from him and pulled on her cloak. "Zip up, it's time to go."

He did as he was told and smoothed the front of his jacket.

She turned to him before she stepped into Floo. "You kept the stubble," she remarked, smiling.

"Yeah, I don't relish the idea of looking like Lucius," he replied, matter-of-factly. That was the truth but if the woman he wanted to shag liked stubble, then he didn't mind keeping it.

With that, she turned and Flooed to the event, Draco following in tow.

The Ministry's event was held in a far more modest ballroom than Malfoy's had been in. There were Christmas trees in every corner, an ice sculpture of the Ministry's emblem at the forefront of the room and candles floating from the ceiling. The guest list was obviously smaller than Malfoy's had been simply based on the size of the room itself.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was the first the approach the odd couple. "Hermione! Glad you decided to come this year," he gave her a warm smile and a firm handshake. "And Mr. Malfoy, I can't say I'm not surprised to see you here with Ms. Granger as opposed to Ms. Parkinson."

Malfoy didn't skip a beat, "Yes well, Pansy is far too busy at these sort of events to be minding me as well."

Kingsley laughed heartily, "Right you are. We'd all be lucky to even get a moment alone with her." He clapped Malfoy on the shoulder, "Enjoy the evening, you two."

They replied with a polite "thank you" and "Minister".

Once he was out of earshot Malfoy whispered, "Pansy's got her work cut out for her if she wants to run against him. He irritates me which means he's probably quite charming to the rest of you."

Hermione smirked, "Yes, he's very favourable thanks to his taking over the position during the War. I don't doubt she'll get the position though. Pansy seems like someone who gets what they want."

Malfoy snorted as if to say, "you have no idea." He spied the bar and made a sweeping gesture for her to lead the way.

After her day of binge drinking hard liquor with Malfoy last week, the thought of liquor made Hermione feel ill, but she knew she'd need something to get through the questions and pointed fingers about her and the tall blond at her elbow. She ordered herself a butterbeer, and he ordered his typical scotch.

A pair of rough hands clapped over Hermione's eyes from behind, "Surprise!"

Hermione turned swiftly to push the invader away but was pleasantly surprised to see Harry standing before her. He had a long scratch from his cheek to his brow bone and what appeared to be a healing fat lip. "Harry! You're home early!" She threw her arms around his neck.

"Yeah, I was able to wrap things up in Bosnia early. But I'm your gift since I didn't have time to consider another for you," he teased, hugging her back earnestly.

"That's alright. I don't need anything, anyway. Uh, Harry, I've brought Malfoy with me tonight," she said awkwardly holding her hand out as if presenting Malfoy.

Harry's face darkened, "Yeah, I noticed. What, is he holding Crookshanks hostage to be here?"

Hermione's face remained blank, "No. Crookshanks died a couple weeks ago." She felt Malfoy's stance stiffen behind her.

"Oh 'Mione. I had no idea, why didn't you tell me in your letters? I'm so sorry," Harry sounded genuinely concerned and pulled her in for another hug.

"It's fine, he was old when I got him. I'm surprised he lived as long as he did, to be honest. His ashes are on my Floo mantle," Hermione hugged Harry back, but more for his benefit. She knew Crookshanks' life was near its end. People, animals, beasts: they all die, why waste time being sad about the unavoidable?

Harry pulled back slowly looking apprehensive, "Okay, well I just want to make sure you're okay." Hermione impatiently nodded. "Right, well I'll go find Ron and Romilda. I doubt they'll be here long with Romilda's energy levels." Harry kissed her on the cheek and nodded at Malfoy as he departed.

"Why didn't you tell me about your cat?" Malfoy growled from behind her.

She turned to face him, "Same reason I didn't tell Harry. He was old, it was bound to happen eventually. It's not like you care anyway." She shrugged with indifference as she took her butterbeer.

"I don't care, but - "

"But what, Malfoy? We're not dating, you're not my friend. I don't even know what you are to me, but certainly not someone I talk to about my dead cat." She spun to scan the room for someone she knew.

"Potter's your friend and you didn't tell him," Malfoy pointed out.

Hermione turned back to Malfoy feeling greatly irritated by his sudden questioning mood, "If you don't drop this I'm going to make tonight far more difficult for you than I originally planned." She flicked her fingers and watched Malfoy close his eyes and slightly bend his torso forward at the device stirring on his prick. "Understand me?"

Malfoy opened his eyes, straightened his back and let out a loud breath through his nose as he nodded.

"Wonderful. Now let's find someone other than Ron and Romilda. I don't fancy watching you two bicker all evening."

Harry was deeply disturbed by Hermione's insouciance regarding Crookshanks' death. He had been all she had left from her childhood other than himself and Ron. When Harry couldn't find Ron or Romilda, he assumed they would be late or wouldn't arrive at all. Although Romilda had been a secretary at the Department of Magical Games and Sports for years, she didn't seem to care for her co-workers. Even less now that she was supremely pregnant, so he wasn't surprised at their absence.

He joined one of his fellow Aurors for a few dances and a drink before heading out to the balcony for a fag. He picked up the Muggle habit in Bosnia during his frustrating hunt. Luckily, the wizard he'd been searching for exposed himself when he reached out to family for the holidays. Harry was shocked at his stupidity but understood the sentiment. The holidays were a lonely time. Since he lived at Grimmauld Place by himself, he would be spending Christmas Eve and Day at the Burrow with the Weasleys. He wasn't looking forward to seeing Ginny with the state his face was in, but he could always use a glamour charm and lie through his teeth about the trip. Like he did when they were together.

Harry let all the smoked rush from his lungs as his thoughts longingly lingered on Ginny. He turned to face the opening patio door.

"That's a disgusting habit, Harry Potter," Hermione scolded with a wrinkled nose.

Harry ashed the stick between his fingers and shoved his other hand into his trousers front pocket. "I know, but I certainly look class."

Hermione laughed at his devilish grin and leaned against the wall next to him.

Harry glanced around the patio and through the glass door Hermione just emerged through to ensure the coast was clear before moving in for a snog. His lips pressed against hers and he pulled back when she didn't reciprocate.

A sick realisation hit him. "Oh, not Malfoy, 'Mione…" he groaned and took a drag as he leaned back against the wall.

Suddenly defensive, she spat back, "It's not your business! Maybe I just don't feel like snogging an ashtray, hmm?"

"Is that why?" Harry asked eyeing her.

"Yes," she took a breath. "Maybe. I don't know. Things are… a bit odd." Harry noticed her fingers flick as if casting a spell but didn't feel or see any effects.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Harry asked knowing he wouldn't get an answer and tapped out the butt of his fag.

She looked apprehensive and after a few silent moments she responded, "I've been seeing Luna every couple of days and that's been… nice. She and Neville are still just as sweet as they were at Hogwarts." She looked out towards the view. "I'm not seeing Malfoy. Though, we did snog once. It was… also nice. I'm having fun with him, I guess. How bizarre is that?"

Harry was shocked by her candor, she hadn't been open like this since she found out her parents memories couldn't be restored. "That's good. I'm not happy it's Malfoy but he seems to be a decent enough bloke now. I'm glad you're having fun. You deserve it."

Hermione laughed cheerily, "No, he's not a decent bloke. He's still a bloody git. But we get on now, for some reason. I wouldn't even call him a friend, to be frank." She wore a secret smile that Harry couldn't decipher.

"I'll give you another gift on top of my surprise appearance, since you're not going to be shagging me tonight. I won't tell Ron about whatever is going on with Malfoy and I won't ask you about it. If you want to talk about it, you can just tell me." He kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand. "I love you, 'Mione and I want you to have a good time. I'm glad he gives that to you."

"Thanks, Harry. I love you too." She sighed and pushed away from the wall. "I should find my date though. Something tells me he might want to speak with me."

Harry watched her leave and was gobsmacked at the attitude his best friend had adopted. She still wasn't compassionate or warm as she had been in Hogwarts but she wasn't as ice cold as she had been during their adult years. Whatever Malfoy was doing he just hoped it didn't stop. Maybe he'd get to see his Hermione again one day.

Draco was standing in a group listening to the head of Magical Games and Sports ramble on about the Appleby Arrows' chance at making it to the World Cup when he suddenly felt a warm sensation envelop his cock.

He politely excused himself, downed the rest of his drink and placed it on a random table in his mad dash to the loo. The warm feeling was soon accompanied by a slick and rhythmic tugging and he felt himself grow taut between his legs.

He burst into the toilets, startling two men standing at the urinals. He muttered an apology and locked himself in a stall. Casting a Muffliato charm just in time as a quiet moan escaped through his lips. It now felt like he was being vigorously sucked off by the most enthusiastic professional scrubber. He slouched against the wall of the stall as his breathing picked up, feeling his bollocks tighten.

The image of Granger in her little green dress bent over her sofa for him burst into his mind and he fumbled with his zipper to grab the hilt of his cock as the device worked the shaft. Sweat broke out over his forehead and the muscles between his shoulder blades contracted. His hips bucked at he remembered her grinding herself on top of him. He imagined it was her dark red lips wrapped around his prick and with that he found his aching release. Chest heaving, he looked down at the device that was strangling his softening package. He was able to pull it back over his bellend to empty his mess into the toilet, Scourgified it clean and fumbled it back into its original position. Something told him Granger wouldn't be happy with him ending the game just because he finished.

Wiping the sweat from his face, he left the stall, washed his hands and splashed some cold water on his face to ease the pink hue on his cheeks.

Draco opened the door and saw a very smug looking Granger sitting on a seat a few meters away with one leg crossed over the other. Even the hint of her thighs was enough to cause his cock to stir again. He definitely wasn't done with her tonight. He walked over to her, unsure of what to say.

She continued to smile wickedly up at him and he mentally wrestled with the image of her lipstick smeared all over her face from sucking him off.

"Well?"

Draco coughed and looked around to see if there were any nearby evesdroppers. "Yeah, uh. Nice toy. It's… uh…" He felt self-conscious at his abnormally inarticulate state. Apparently, not enough blood had made its way back to his brain. But based on the delight in Granger's eyes, she was loving it.

Granger snickered, waved her fingers to stop the device and held out her hand, "Dance with me."

He took her hand, she stood and walked side by side to the small dance floor. He couldn't smell her normal warm coffee aroma and huffed the new, unpleasant scent through his nostrils. "You smoke?"

"No. Harry does now, apparently. Do I smell?"

"Yes, it's quite foul. I prefer your normal scent," he remarked, bringing her into an easy embrace on the small dance floor and began to sway them in time with the music.

"What do I normally smell like?" she enquired, keeping up with his feet perfectly.

He shrugged, hoping to give the appearance of indifference, "You smell like a café, shockingly. Like coffee and earl grey tea... It's nice." He quickly added.

"Huh, no one has mentioned that. I guess I've been living there long enough I stopped noticing the smell." They continued to dance in silence as the song changed, when she broke it with a simple question. "What are you doing for Christmas?"

"I'm meeting my Mother for breakfast at whatever restaurant is open, then I'll probably go to Theo's to get pissed. His father is still in Azkaban and his mother died when he was a kid, so it's been his tradition since we graduated. What about you?"

"I don't know yet. I might see what Luna and Neville have planned."

"You're not going to the Weasley breeding hole?" Draco sneered.

Granger chuckled, "You mean the Burrow? I might stop by just to see Ron's kid. Since Ron and I didn't get together Molly doesn't treat me the same. I suppose after I rejected Ron she took it as a personal offense. And Ginny and I didn't really keep in touch after she broke up with Harry."

Draco scoffed, "Typical pure-blood bullshit. Blaise Zabini's mother did the same thing to Pansy when she rejected him. Families are shit."

"I suppose. My parents were lovely. Nothing like the Weasleys, really," Hermione shrugged.

"Hmm," He replied indifferently. If she wanted to talk about her parents, she could but he didn't want to ask about it. Something about this time of the year made people miss their families. Draco figured though, that Granger would just get mad if he pressed her about it and after his stint in the bathroom he didn't want to chance screwing up getting shagged tonight.

"Thank you," she whispered and laid her cheek on his lapel.

He squeezed her hand in recognition and tightened his hold on her waist.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Draco inaudibly sighed at Potter's terrible timing but released Granger, "Fine by me. I need another drink anyway."

Hours later, Hermione Flooed to her flat, expecting Malfoy to follow behind shortly. She wasn't finished with the game just yet. In fact, she had been much kinder to him by letting him finish.

She immediately walked to her coat stand and hung up her cloak. With a familiar roar from the Floo she saw Malfoy emerge, taking off his own jacket and loosening his bow tie.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked mock incredulously.

"Making myself at home since you were too rude to offer. Where's your booze?" He threw his coat and bow tie down over her sofa and started rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Kitchen, above the refrigerator," she called as she kicked off her pumps. "I'm going to change and before you ask, no that's not an invitation. I'll have one too, thank you."

Now with Malfoy in her flat, Hermione felt less queasy about hard liquor and instead felt it necessary to calm her nerves. In her bedroom, she slipped out of her dress and into a pair of tartan lounge pants and a fitted black t-shirt. She wiped off her lipstick and threw her hair into a high pony.

He was observing the art next to her bookshelves in the living room, both hands full of glasses with clear liquid in them.

"Rembrandt?" he asked handing her a glass as he ran his eyes over her breasts.

"Yes, it's a copy of Bathsheba at Her Bath," she affirmed and took a sip from the cup as she felt a surge of heat between her thighs.

"It's beautiful, but you seem to have a lot of morose paintings here. I thought you'd have more classical paintings of cats," Malfoy taunted.

"What, like Umbridge?" she laughed.

"Yes, but less evil and more classy," he winked and took a swig of his drink. He dropped his long body in a lazy sitting position on her sofa. His muscled arm arched over the back of the sofa, and pointed to the cushion next to him in invitation.

Hermione smiled to herself and took the seat, feeling her heart flutter faster.

"Can I take that gadget off now? It's becoming uncomfortable," Malfoy grimaced and adjusted the crotch of his trousers for added effect.

Hermione laughed warmly, "I thought you would have removed it after you finished. Why would you leave it on, you dunce!" She started laughing harder at his genuine scowl.

"I didn't want to get in trouble with you," he reached into the front of his trousers and produced the little silicone sleeve before tossing it on her coffee table.

She was unable to catch her breath at the thought of Malfoy walking around that party for hours with the device just hanging onto him for no purpose.

He took a sip of his drink and despite himself started laughing at her laughter.

Soon, the two of them were on her couch, howling at Malfoy's expense. To Hermione's surprise, he didn't seem pissy about that fact at all. She finally calmed down and finished off her drink. "I didn't think you were one to laugh at yourself."

Malfoy wiped the corner of his eye, "I wasn't laughing at myself, I was laughing at the face you were making. You scrunch your nose a lot when you laugh. I've never noticed that before."

He leaned down and kissed her nose before slowly moving to her lips. When she reciprocated, he turned his body in haste to be on top of hers. She grabbed the back of his neck and ran her finger nails up into his hair. He quietly groaned and pushed her back so she was laying on her back and he was laying between her legs.

She wanted so badly to wrap her legs around his waist and grind into him, but didn't want to give him to satisfaction of two orgasms in one night. Hell, it was more than she got from him. Instead, she grabbed his hair and pulled hard without letting her mouth leave his. He moaned into her mouth and she responded in the same. She could feel she was already drenched between her legs.

Feeling her lust take over, she frantically started unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it down to his elbows. He tugged her top over her head, leaving her in only her simple dark blue bra and lounge pants. Hermione threw her arms under his to feel the strong ripples of muscles on his back. She ran her hands up to his spine then stopped abruptly. She felt a long angry scab that trailed from the middle of his back to the bottom of his shoulder blade.

Malfoy winced and pulled away. She stared into the suddenly emotionless grey eyes piercing her. She looked over his shoulder and saw seven or eight more scattered all over his back that matched the one she felt. She didn't say anything as she moved her hands to his cheeks and pulled him back in for a kiss.

She hoped the kiss expressed what she was thinking which was, I don't care why you haven't healed them or what they are for, just don't stop.

It seemed he understood because he moved from her mouth to her neck and shoulders, sucking the skin as he went. He groped her breasts with his large hands gently before pulling her bra down, exposing more of her skin. He took her left nipple between his lips and sucked. She inhaled sharply and grabbed his hair. He pulled it with his teeth and ran his tongue over her right nipple.

"Let me make our first outing up to you," he requested roughly.

She nodded her head, unsure if at this point she'd be able to decline him if he proposed sex.

His mouth trailed down her stomach, planting languid kisses as he went. He abruptly pulled down her pants and threw them to the floor, exposing her without any knickers on. He breathed heavily and kissed up her thighs as she spread her legs.

Malfoy delicately licked up her slit ending at her clit and teased, "Merlin, Granger. You taste as good as you normally smell." He grabbed both of her hips and greedily pulled her lower half towards him.

Hermione threw her head back with a loud sigh as his tongue flicked against her clit. He continued working his tongue over her and brought one hand between her legs and stroked her opening.

"Yes! Yes, yes, please," she begged enthusiastically.

He groaned and thrust two fingers into her wet slit. He started slow but was soon slamming his fingers in and out of her with a slight "come hither" motion. Remarkably, his tongue was keeping up with the rapid pace.

Grabbing the sofa for support, she could feel herself beginning her climax. She cried loudly for him not to stop which caused him to growl into her and the sound drove her mad. Hermione grabbed his hair with her hands and her thighs squeezed around his face as she powerfully came over his mouth and hand.

Malfoy rapaciously lapped up her aftermath and moved his way up her body to kiss her deeply. She didn't mind being able to taste herself on his mouth. Thanks to Hannah, she kept up her health everywhere to ensure her lovers had an enjoyable time between her legs.

Hermione was soon snogging him with equal vigor from before he went down on her. Remembering her plan, she pulled back and smoothed his hair, "Thank you. You're very good at that."

With a boyish grin, he replied, "Like I said, Granger. I'm a fussy slag. I had good teachers." He returned to her mouth, with hunger.

She could feel his intentions from his mouth and pressed against her thigh. She slid up from under him and pulled her loungewear back on, "I'll accept that as compensation for your outrageous behaviour from our first outing. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get to bed." She gestured to the Floo.

Malfoy sat back on his haunches, looking shocked. Then a smirk worked its way on his face in recognition of what she was doing. He flipped his shirt back over his shoulders and started to button it up as he walked over to his discarded jacket and tie. He slung them over a bent arm and kissed her cheek, "Well played, Granger."

Malfoy stepped into the Floo and she quoted him, "I'll owl you."

He winked, then disappeared.

Once he was alone in his own flat, Draco let his cool exterior drop. He threw down his jacket and tie and unzipped his trousers. He grabbed his painfully swollen cock and furiously began pleasuring himself. Leaning against his Floo mantle, he licked his lips, recalling Granger's flavour. A groan dripped from his lips.

He remembered her longing cries and fantasized she was calling his given name. Barely able to contain his passion, he let his head loll back, knowing his release was imminent. He imagined thrusting into her while she was naked on her sofa. He imagined the sounds she would make. He imagined how her tight body would feel in his hands as he wrenched her hips upward to penetrate her deeply.

That finished him off. He dropped his softening cock and continued to lean against the mantle for support. Draco pulled his wand from this jacket and cleaned himself and the surrounding area before dropping heavily onto his sofa. He slept there as Granger's scent still penetrated his nostrils.