3. "Tonight (I'm fxcking you) -Enrique Iglesias

Hermione could hardly believe his audacity. Even more confusing was the reaction her body had to his words. She felt a tingling clench below her navel and her palms had begun to sweat. Ron! Think of Ron! Her subconscious screamed at her, always the voice of reason, even with the confusing buzz of alcohol in her brain. But when she tried to think of Ron, to keep her from being tempted (and Merlin was she tempted) to accept Draco's offer, all she could conjure were the freshest memories of their most recent fight. Him throwing the fact that he'd slept with Lavender in her face repeated itself over and over again in her mind. She frowned. Well, he had said he wanted a break. And she had said that this would be a night full of things she never did. She sighed deeply, turning her eyes back to Draco.

"Okay."

He had just taken a sip of whiskey and the liquid spewed from his shocked mouth in a fine mist. He coughed, grabbing a napkin from the bar and wiping his chin. "What?"

"I said, 'Okay.'" She rolled her eyes at his expression. "Don't make a big deal out of it."

He gave her a long searching look before saying, "Okay," and grabbing her hand.

She blinked in suprise, not having expected him to be so sanguine about it, but it seemed that he was on a mission. He dragged her along behind him, over to a woman and two men at the bar. After a second glance, she recognised the men as Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. They glanced up at their approach, Blaise shooting Draco a suprised, quizzical look. Theo did a double take, his eyes widening as he grinned and shot Draco a mischevious glance.

"Oi, Granger!" He grinned. "It's been a while!"

She flushed, trying to remember ever speaking to Theodore in her life. She came up empty handed. She gave a small smile and nodded. "Hello, Theo. Blaise." She nodded towards the other guy. He nodded back, his deadpan expression never wavering.

"I'm getting out of here," Draco said. "Granger needs a lift home."

"Sure she does," Theo muttered, grinning wolfishly.

Draco glared at him and he immediately looked away, though his smile remained plastered on.

"Be careful." Blaise said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah." Draco muttered, grabbing her elbow and guiding her out of the bar. Once they were outside, her head cleared a bit. There was a nice breeze blowing and the moon and stars shone brightly across the inky sky. She was staring at them intently when suddenly Draco's lips found her neck. He shoved her back against the wall of the alley they stood in, causing her to gasp out in suprise. He nibbled down to her collarbone, licking and sucking his way back up as she mewled.

"Let's go," he breathed, against her skin, gripping her wrists tightly. They apparated with a small pop, reappearing moments later standing outside of a nice apartment building a few blocks away.

She glanced around confused. "You don't live at your manor?"

He scowled. "No. Too many unpleasant memories, Granger, you of all people should understand."

She did, she just didn't think he would ever feel the same as she did about something like that. She had assumed he would move on without a second thought. Maybe there was more to him than she had ever given him credit for.

He held the door for her and she walked in, taking a cursory look around at her surroundings. He motioned toward a lift and she hastily stepped inside. He followed suit, pressing the button for the top floor. Of course, only the best for a Malfoy. Hermione's stomach began knotting. She was quickly losing her nerve. As if sensing her trepidation, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her back against him so that the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressed against her back. He brushed her hair to the side, bending his mouth to trail sensuous kisses up and down her neck. He nibbled her earlobe and a quiet moan escaped her. She could feel his smirk against her skin as the doors opened, depositing them in a small lobby like room, with only one door. Draco pointed his wand at it, and it swung forth, revealing a sleek, spacious apartment. Varying shades of grey, green and black made up the decor and Hermione let out a giggle.

"Something funny, Granger?" Malfoy asked, arching a blonde brow.

She shrugged. "This is exactly how I would ex-pect your apartment to look." She said around a hiccup, grinning widely up at him.

"You haven't even seen the best part yet," he said, smirking at her. He stooped, easily knocking her off of her drunken feet, as he swooped her into his arms.

"Hey! Put me- Set me right, Draco, this instant!" She shrieked, but she was smiling and he disregarded her protest as if it were a pesky fly that he couldn't be bothered with. A door to their left burst open, and he tossed his wand aside, carrying her over the threshold and depositing her on a large bed. She kicked off her shoes as she studied it, taking in the dark wooden frame and the deep green bedding. She wanted to remember everything about this, her first time ever being with a man. And she couldn't believe that that man was Draco Malfoy. If someone had told her this at any point in her past, she would have thought them delirious. And yet, here she was, about to be deflowered by none other than her arch nemesis himself. She had no intention of telling him that this was her first time, unless he blatantly asked, and somehow she doubted he would.

"I can practically see smoke coming from your ears, Granger, what is it?" Draco asked, eyeing her cautiously from the edge of the bed.

She frowned. "Can you call me Hermione? I mean, just for tonight of course." She added, seeing his bemused expression.

"Whatever makes you happy, princess. Hermione it is." Draco said, stepping toward her and slowly crawling onto the bed. She sucked in a breath as he pushed her legs apart, moving in between them so that he was hovering over her, forcing her back against the pillows. "I know you're drunk, Gra-Hermione, because I am, and I drink regularly. I need to hear you say it, before this goes any farther."

She eyed him quizzically, losing her train of thought as she stared into his silvery blue eyes. Remembering he'd asked her a question, she asked, "Hm? Say what?"

He smirked. "Tell me you want me, Hermione. And mean it."

She flushed, averting her eyes. She might be drunk, but all of her inhibitions weren't completely gone. The prospect of actually admitting out loud that she wanted to have sex with Draco Malfoy was mortifying. He seemed to pick up on the direction of her thoughts again, grazing his fingers up and down her arm. "It's just us here, Hermione. No one will know you admitted that you're actually attracted to me."

She bit her lip, and Draco sucked in a breath. She fixed her gaze on him, "I want you, Draco."

"Be more specific, Hermione." He said, his eyes alight and dancing in the dim lighting of the bedroom.

She frowned, completely at a loss for what to say. She was entirely out of her comfort zone. How could she word it more plainly? "I, Hermione Granger, find you, Draco Malfoy, physically attractive and I want to have sex with you. Is that better?"

Draco gave a low, husky chuckle. "Much better."

She wasn't prepared for the sudden intensity of his lips on hers. Their teeth clashed, as their lips wrestled roughly with each other, his tongue forcing its way through her parted lips. His hand slipped beneath her shirt, reaching up to cup her breast, his thumb hooking under her bra to graze her nipple. The buzz of alcohol in her brain was making her heart beat so fast that she thought it might burst from her chest, or was that simply a reaction to his electric touch? He tasted of fire whiskey and chocolate, and something else entirely that she thought must be simply him. She refused to let herself overthink about what she was doing, what further mess she was creating for herself, choosing instead to revel against the sensation of his soft pink lips on hers.

He tugged her shirt roughly, causing her buttons to fly off in different directions. She gasped against his mouth, which left hers momentarily so that he could tug his own shirt over his head. Her eyes raked over his lean, muscular chest quickly before he was pressed against her once more. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against the apex of her thighs and she felt a delicious clench of anticipation. His hand slid down away from her breast, reaching around behind her to unhook her bra with expert precision, leading her to wonder how many times he had done this, but she hastily shoved that thought out of her head. It didn't matter. She could dwell on that fact later.

He deposited the bra on the floor beside the bed, turning his attention back to her. He dropped his head, suddenly taking her nipple into his mouth and giving it a glorious suck. She moaned, embarrassing herself, but not being able to stop another from slipping out as he sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the hard bud. His hand trailed down over her stomach, popping the button on her jeans, moving so quickly that Hermione had no time to be self conscious as his fingers slipped beneath her panties and between her slick folds. "Merlin, you're so wet already, Hermione," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her most sensitive area as he slipped first one, then another finger inside of her. He began to move them in earnest, Hermione mewling as the new sensation washed over her. He sat up straight, slipping his fingers out of her and tugging her jeans off , followed by her panties, leaving her feeling cold and vulnerable. He smirked down at her as he brought his fingers to his mouth, giving them a hard suck. She could feel her face heat at his boldness. He reached down to unbutton his own pants, removing them and his boxers in one fell swoop.

His erection sprang free and Hermione bit her lip. She didn't see how that was going to fit inside her, but she was about to find out, because Draco barely gave pause before hovering over her once more, pressing against her.

"You-you don't waste any time..." Hermione breathed, tensing in anticipation of what was to come.

Draco smirked down at her, "I've waited a long time for this opportunity. Better not to risk you getting cold feet." The tip of his cock pressed harder against her, easing further slowly. Hermione winced, flinching away from him. He crushed his mouth to hers once more, and she immediately calmed, feeling more at ease. He pressed firmly into her once more, this time not stopping when she flinched, slowly filling her up, stretching her around him. "Ah," she cried out against his lips.

"Fuck, Hermione. You're so fucking tight." He said through clenched teeth as he eased himself out of her and back in, again. Hermione concentrated on his mouth on hers as she adjusted to the sensation. After a moment, she relaxed, reveling in the feel of their bodies joined as one. Her fingernails dug into his back and he hissed out, thrusting into her harder. She cried out, in a mixture of pain and pleasure, throwing her head back and giving him full access to her neck. He sucked just under her earlobe as he pounded into her again and again. Her hands fisted in his hair as she moaned, her body alight with sensations she'd never experienced before. Godric, she had been missing out. "Fuck," she hissed as he slammed into her particularly hard. His hands looped behind her knees, yanking her hard against him as he pushed himself even deeper inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, sitting up and bringing her with him so that she was straddling him. Her eyes widened in terror. She had no clue what she was doing. She began to move, not wanting him to realise the extent of her inexperience. He gripped her hips, guiding her as she began to move in earnest now, mewling with pleasure as the friction against her clit coincided with the fullness of him inside of her.

He squeezed her hips tightly, shoving her backwards and off of him before climbing over her and slamming into her again, his hands pinning her wrists roughly above her head. His chest brushed against her sensitive nipples as he continued the tortuous pace he had set. Hermione cried out as a new sensation began building deep in her belly. Draco increased his rythym, dropping his mouth to hers and sucking roughly at her bottom lip. Something burst inside of her, and ripples of pleasure racked her body. She lost all sense of self. There was no her anymore, simply them, as their bodies moved together, riding out her first orgasm. Draco slammed into her once, twice, three more times before finding his own release.

He lifted himself up, dipping his head to plant a chaste kiss on her swollen pink lips before easing out of her. Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from him as her breathing steadied. "That was..." She didn't have words for what she was feeling in that moment. Nothing that would come close to describing it.

Draco smirked at her as he climbed off of the bed and walked stark naked over to the door. "Do you want a drink?"

Hermione shook her head, not concerned with such trivial things as thirst at the moment.

"Alright then. I'll be back. And then we can go again." He grinned and winked at her.

"Again?" She asked in alarmed suprise.

"Oh, yes, Granger. Now that I have you in my bed, you're not getting out until I'm fully satisfied." He gave a malicious grin, before turning and disappearing back out to the kitchen.

Hermione swallowed dryly, her face hot. It wasn't like she didn't want to do it again. She did. It threw her off guard how much she wanted that, and how he'd seemed to suggest twice now that he had wanted to bed her for a while. She would be lying if she said that she had never thought about it at all. Rumors flew around Hogwarts often that Draco Malfoy had had many conquests in the Slytherin dorms. And he was very attractive. His attitude had been the only thing that had put Hermione off.

Draco returned, carrying a glass of water. "Ready for another round, Princess?"