Chapter 4

Draco groaned into her neck, he couldn't get enough of her. Holding on to her hips, he began controlling her movement, buckling his hips up when she came down, touching her sweet spot over and over again.

Hermione was holding on to the edge of the tub with so much strength, her knuckles had become white. She could feel the slow build-up of her orgasm, threatening to come forth. Her moans became louder and more frequent as she neared her peak. Draco heard every moan, groan and whimper that escaped her mouth. He could feel her walls fluttering in the pressure of her oncoming orgasm.

Luckily, Draco wasn't too far behind, and moved on of his hands to her centre, giving her a little flick before capturing her breast in his mouth. That was it for Hermione, with one more thrust she shattered. Her body riding out the waves of her orgasm, helping Draco reach his peak with her.

Draco raised his head just enough to greedily take Hermione's mouth with his own and combine their moans as they came together.

They laid in the bath water a little longer, enjoying their post-orgasmic haze.

As the water became steadily cooler, they began washing each other stealing kisses here, touches there. It was surprising how easily they flowed together, how synchronised their movements were.

Cuddled in bed together, gathering energy for what they knew was going to be an interesting night, they spoke in just barely audible whispers.

"So Granger, am I going to get your given name? You seem to know all about me."

"Let's see… you are Mr Draco Malfoy, CEO of Malfoy Inc., philanthropist and wizard extraordinaire, right?"

"Correct so far."

"Well then, let me introduce myself."

Squaring her shoulders, she developed an air of superiority in her that wasn't seen till their brief encounter in the bar.

"My name is Hermione Granger. I am an airline pilot, and witch extraordinaire. Your equal in all things muggle and magic."

"Oh my, Miss Granger, you do think a lot of yourself don't you?!" Draco teases good-naturedly.

"I don't think there's ever anything that self-praise can affect. And you are right, I do think a lot of myself, but tell me honestly, don't you?" She raises an eyebrow in challenge, leaning her chin casually on his chest.

"Hermione, I think I've given you enough time to re-energize. Where shall we have round 2?"

Hermione pretends to think for a moment or two, before slyly smirking. The sudden change in her demeanour gives Draco chills and a sense of excitement.

"If I recollect correctly, I distinctly remember that the first round should be in the bed. We never got that far, but how about we stay right here?"

"Challenge accepted Captain"

As Draco rolls over, pinning Hermione effectively to the bed, he lets his hand roam towards the belt on her robe, untying the knot with ease, the other hand holding both her wrists above her head.

"You had the immense pleasure of controlling round 1. This one is all mine Hermione." Draco intones in that silky smooth drawl that only he can flaunt.

"I assure you it'll be my pleasure as it would be yours."

"We'll see" And with that he dips his mouth towards the junction of her neck and collar-bone, rendering her speechless as he finds the perfect spot to make her squirm.

His left hand travels from her hair to her cheek, stroking her gently before moving lower, past her lips, trailing down her jaw and cheek, settling on his prize, her breast. Rubbing her already taut nub between his thumb and fore-finger, making Hermione gasp with all the new sensations, he continues his administrations with her mouth, moving to the other breast.

Hermione fidgets to remove her hands from his grasp, causing him to chuckle against her breast. She can't control all the myriad feelings his bringing on her skin. All sense of time, place and people has escaped her. This is complete different side of intimacy than they previously enjoyed.

"Draco…" Hermione moans

He has moved to her other breast, giving them both equal attentions. His right hand is now teasing her nub, finally letting go of her wrists. She readily grabs onto his hair as he continues his ministrations.

Draco's hand moved over her hip towards her lower lips. Hermione pulled his head up to capture his lips with insatiable hunger. He has her effectively trapped with his body weight on hers, his tip lining perfectly with her amazing wet centre.

"Hermione, you are perfect"

Draco removes himself from her, sitting on his haunches to just admire her lying spread-eagled and breathless in front of him, ready for him.

He scoots lower to be able to get better access, and lifts her ankles to rest on his shoulders, kissing each leg from ankle to centre, just barely giving her the touch she's waiting for. Giving her a grin conveying every desire, he dives into her. Licking her clit with his tongue, languidly, savouring her, memorising her taste, he knows he'll never enjoy another woman as much, ever.

Hermione gasps with all the attention he's giving her. Her hands are trapped in his hair, encouraging him, guiding him.

Draco lethargically slid his finger into her entrance, testing, teasing her. She gasped, tightening her grip in his hair to almost painful. But Draco didn't stop. Pulled his finger out completely, adding one more digit and entering her again.

He continued his slow torture till he could feel her quivering from her oncoming orgasm. Stopping completely and moving away from her entrance, he maneuvered himself so he was once again pinning her with his body. Draco teased her once again with his tip, hearing her whimper into his mouth, and with all the patience he could muster, thrust himself deep within her, inch by slow painful inch, till he was balls deep in her.

They stopped for a moment, catching their breaths, revelling in the feeling of each other, fire burning in their souls.

It was then that they realised that this was definitely not going to be just tonight. It's not just a one-night stand. They were irrevocably, irreversibly addicted to each other in just a matter of moments.

"Draco, I need you to move, hard and fast." Hermione breathed.

Obligingly Draco moved, nonchalantly slow and set a pace of delightful ecstasy. It took mere moments, or so it seemed, after which both of them were tethering on edge.

"Hermione, love…I need you to cum for me sweetheart."

And this was her undoing; she screamed his name, repeatedly, encouraging him to join her in the bliss.

Draco followed with a mere three thrusts of his own. Screaming her name equally loudly, uncaring of everything and anything else, they joined each other in what they will term Heaven on Earth.

Collapsing on Hermione too exhausted to move, Draco held her close.

"I'm surprised to be saying this" Draco whispered into her skin "But I doubt I'm ever going to get enough of you Granger"

He felt her laugh rather than hear her. "I did tell you that you'll be wondering who had needed the stronger drink at the beginning."

They drifted off into the land of the unknown, smiles on their faces, lightness in their hearts, knowing the morning will be just as blissful. After-all, the Malfoy's are always forces to reckon with, in and out of the bedroom.

(Just ask Mrs Hermione Malfoy née Granger)

_-FINISHED-_