Okay so a couple sex scenes in this one just in case anyone doesn't want to read that stuff, although the fact that this is rated Mature should give you a hint, but I'm not judging. Anyways, it's not too bad but just to give you a heads up it's a little after it changes to Hermione's POV. So hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I really shouldn't need to inform anyone of the fact that I have no ownership of any Harry Potter plots or characters, I did however come up with this one, Oh and Mishka my wonderful great dane.

Draco

As soon as Draco Malfoy entered the Ministry for Magic, anyone in his vicinity averted their eyes to anything but the obviously volatile wizard stalking through the halls toward the Head Auror's office. He didn't mind in the slightest. Those wizards were the reason he kept his Auror status private. People after the war were not exactly accepting of him. The Wizarding World was in shambles and they were all looking for someone to blame. It didn't matter to them that Draco was just a kid and he couldn't possibly know anything different. Those values were engrained into his head from the moment he was born. He grew up with them and if he tried to think differently he was punished severely. After he realized that his family was entirely wrong, which has a little bit to do with a certain know-it-all Gryffindor, he went to Potter and eventually they became sort of friends and partners.

Now as he stormed into Potter's office and slammed the door shut behind him, he decided that he might have to tone it down a bit if he was going to persuade Potter to let him kill the disgusting excuses for living things that had tried to attack Granger. Or at least let him torture them. Said messy-haired bespectacled man was sitting behind his desk watching him with amusement. Draco narrowed his eyes at him and cleared his throat.

"You had better let me in to see them Potter."

"Draco, you know I can't," the man sighed removing his glasses and rubbing his face tiredly, "No one besides me and Blaise know that you're an Auror, how would I explain that? Believe me, as much as I would love letting you loose on those dirt-bags I don't know how I would possibly pull it off."

Draco growled, kicking the chair in front of his desk. After a moments pause he ran a hand through his blonde hair in frustration. He knew that of course, but he also knew that Potter was the Head Auror, he could easily pull some strings so no one would even know that Draco was in that room.

"Pull some strings, I have to get in there!" he demanded slamming his fists down onto the desk, "I also need all of the information you have on the other two attacks, you send Blaise to my place instead of informing me immediately? In my own investigation? What if that was vital information? What if knowing as soon as possible would help me keep your best friend alive? Merlin Potter!"

"Malfoy! Calm the fuck down!" Harry roared back, after Draco shut his mouth and glared at the other man he continued, "Look I know okay? But I told you everything that we're going to get out of those guys, I can't let you in there to tear them apart as much as I want you to fucking kill them it is not going to be able to happen because I would have to then explain what happened to them. I can't explain you."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Draco growled pacing the room.

After a few more tense minutes of pacing and Harry waiting for the blonde to calm down Draco spoke again.

"Just give me the information on the other two attacks then," Draco relented throwing himself down into the chair on the other side of Harry.

"Way ahead of you," Harry responded handing him a couple of official folders, "You didn't leave Hermione there alone did you?"

"Of course not Potter do you think I'm a bumbling idiot?" Draco grinned back at the dark-haired man, "I left her with Blaise, I doubt anyone knows that she's at my place but better safe than sorry."

"So the first was Melanie Swift, muggleborn same age as us, known supporter of the order in the second war and after," Draco read out of the folder, "Found mutilated, with evidence of crucio being used extensively before death and finally cut to pieces with some sort of cutting spell. Damn, Potter this is some real shit going on."

"I know," Harry and Draco exchanged a meaningful look and then Draco went to the second folder.

"Darius White, 30, muggleborn, also a known supporter of the order in the second war and after, evidence of extensive use of crucio, multiple knife wounds, and cause of death Avada Kedavra. This is bloody horrifying."

"I know, we really need to figure out what we're going to do about this, I have a feeling they aren't going to stop there," Harry responded grimly, "They are definitely going after Hermione as a main target and I hate to say this but that might be the best hope we have of catching them."

Draco's head shot up out of the folder at that.

"What are you saying Potter?" Draco demanded hotly, "You want to use Granger as bait? Are you bloody insane? That is not happening, they'll tear her to pieces! She's your best mate and you're willing to send her out there to the wolves? Fucking hell you will, Potter!"

"Draco, look, you know I am the last one to even give a thought about sending Hermione out as bait, but she's our only hope!" Harry countered staring the blonde down, "I have no leads, it's the only option, otherwise they'll get to her eventually and every other muggleborn out there."

Draco let out a string of curses again mussing up his hair in anger and frustration, after some more pacing he finally sat back down in surrender.

"You're right, of course," Draco then mumbled some more under his breath, Harry only managed to catch something that sounded like fucking boy-who-wouldn't die, and found that he was amused and glad that the man would never change in some ways.

"Alright, I'll think about it, look over the files, and see if I can come up with anything. In the meantime you can come up with that plan and if it is air-tight, no chance of her getting hurt you can do it."

"Malfoy, I'm the head of the Auror department I don't need your permission," Harry responded still amused, "You have a thing for her don't you?"

"Shut up Potter," Draco retorted half-heartedly as he stood to leave.

"Fine, but I will say, don't muck it up with her," Harry relented and his expression turned serious, "She deserves something good and if you can't give her that, if all you want is a shag, then tell me now and I'll be taking over the investigation and her protection."

"As much as I respect that Potter, Hermione can take care of herself," Draco responded with a smirk, and disapparated.

"Bloody wanker," Draco mumbled thinking about Harry's idiotic ideas and prying into his affairs.

Hermione

And then he was back, and Hermione was sure that she had an even bigger problem. As soon as she saw him appear in front of the door in all of his blonde glory, she felt her heart skip a beat and no, oh dear Merlin those couldn't be butterflies in her stomach. His eyes immediately went to her and trailed up her body, thoroughly inspecting her for what she assumed was injuries.

"Well Drake, what's the news from Pothead?" Blaise asked but Malfoy's eyes stayed on Hermione even as he answered his friend.

"Potter gave me the file and explained the situation," Draco answered shortly.

Blaise took his dismissive response as his invitation to leave and so he stood.

"Well I can see when I am no longer wanted," he announced amused, "Granger, lovely to see you again."

The Italian strode over to her, took her hand, and gave her knuckles a light brush of his lips. She smiled back at him as he pulled away. Then she noticed him smirk at his best friend who was growling quietly by the door. Hermione was slightly confused but figured it was some weird Slytherin thing.

As soon as Blaise disapparated and the two were alone again, Hermione felt the tension from earlier. Malfoy was leaning against the door, with the dark look he gave Blaise still in his eyes. He actually looked pretty comical, like a little five year old boy pouting in the corner because he didn't get his way. At this thought Hermione giggled softly, which brought Malfoy's gaze back to her.

"Something funny, Granger?" Draco drawled.

"Oh nothing," she responded airily as she stood and started back to her room, ignoring the man as he sputtered nonsense behind her.

And then she was yet again against the hallway wall with his hard body pressed against her. She would have been angry but she couldn't really find that anger as her mind clouded with a feeling of desire that she was finding only Malfoy could give her.

He ran a long calloused finger from her sensitive spot behind her ear to just above her breasts.

"Did Zabini send the elves to get your possessions?" he breathed into her ear.

"I…er..yes," she managed to answer him a little bit too breathlessly for her liking.

She was a bit disconcerted that he wasn't giving her his usual smirk, his expression was very serious as he stared down at her, almost angry.

"Did you enjoy his touch?" he ground out angrily.

No, it couldn't be. There was no way that Draco Malfoy was jealous of his best mate, over a friendly goodbye. That would be ridiculous wouldn't it? And the fact that her body was responding favorably to his proximity and touch, and that it pleased her immensely to know that he was jealous was simply a fluke.

"Why? Are you jealous, Malfoy?" she asked smirking slightly as the blonde stopped his touches at her words.

He gave her a weird look and then his hands slid to her hips as he pulled her closer to him.

"Yes Granger," his eyes flashed dangerously with lust as he gazed down her body, which was now clothed in her own muggle jeans and tank-top.

Hermione gulped as she realized that there was no way she was getting out of this now, she had dug her grave with her comments and now she was going to have to fill it. The fact that she wasn't the least bit upset about the position they were in was not the point. The point was, this sexy blonde man that had her trapped against the wall and was looking down at her with almost primitive desire was not letting her go anytime soon, so she might as well take advantage of the situation. It's not as if she could say she hated the man anymore. Hell, she had even admitted to herself she found him attractive. What was the big deal if she slept with him? It's not as if that meant they were in a relationship or anything. No, once he shagged her he'd probably lose interest and they'd be able to finish this time under his protection tension free. In fact, maybe he'd even let her help him with the investigation.

During her internal rant she didn't notice his hand traveling down toward the bottom of her shirt. She gasped when his hand finally found it's way underneath her flimsy tank and explored every inch of her stomach and back leaving trails of fire after it. Then his other hand found her chin and lifted it until her eyes were yet again on his half-lidded ones. His eyes traveled from her eyes and then back down to her lips until finally his lips were on hers. He kissed her hungrily biting and sucking, making Hermione's mind go blank, and then he was sliding his tongue along her bottom lip asking for entrance to which she complied quite readily. His tongue explored her mouth with wild expertise and she found herself growing hotter and hotter for this frustratingly beautiful man pinning her to the wall.

His hands then found their way down lower and she gasped into his mouth as they gripped her arse. Effortlessly, he lifted her up still gripping her arse and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Continuing his ministrations to her mouth he eased them backwards into his room. His lips never leaving hers he managed to close the door with his foot and successfully walk them to his bed. She was mildly impressed with his skills in maneuvering while kissing her so expertly like he was. Then he turned around slightly and dropped her onto his silk sheets. His usually bright gray eyes were hooded and dark with desire as he stared down at her. She gave him a nervous little smile and pushed herself back onto the bed more. He tracked her every move, she was sure he didn't miss once inch of movement from her toes to her fingers. Then he followed her onto the bed, grasping one arm around her middle he pulled her with him to the top of the bed and laid her on his soft pillows. Training his eyes onto hers he gripped the bottom of her loose tank-top and, as she lifted herself slightly, he pulled it off of her with a proficient ease that she was sure had come from his many exploits through most of the witches at Hogwarts' bedrooms. Then his eyes moved hungrily down her upper body from her bare neck to her flat stomach and then back up to her bra-clad breasts.

She was never one to be insecure about her body, she knew she was attractive and had some pretty good assets. But as Malfoy took in her half naked form she felt slightly uncomfortable and shifted nervously underneath him. His eyes snapped to hers and he raised an eyebrow at her. She shook her head ignoring his silent question and forced herself to relax. He touched her everywhere he could reach and then followed up the touches with kisses and Hermione could barely even breathe let alone think. He unbuttoned her jeans and stripped them easily from her legs, again stopping to take in her bare legs and pantie-clad self. She figured that he would go straight to her, ehm, area but was surprised to find him kissing her thoroughly again. If she had to endure his expert kisses and touches to get rid of this tension that she and probably he felt, then she might as well enjoy it. Feeling that he was slightly overdressed for the equation, she broke the kiss to strip him of his jacket and then shirt. He growled lightly as she ran her hands over his tight muscles in amazement.

Then he was sucking on her neck and she was slowly losing hold of any remaining resentment or qualms she had about this sexy man on top of her. A second later her bra was off and she had to catch her breath as his mouth was suddenly doing wonderful things to her right breast, while his right hand flicked and pinched her left breast.

Shit, there was no way she could hold on to any sense of control if he kept this up.

His lips went back up to her lips for a second before he was moving lower and lower, dipping his tongue into her belly button causing her to whimper quietly. She noticed him smirk smugly at his and then glance up at her as he rubbed his fingers between her legs and finally over the black lace covering her clit. Her breathing sped up significantly at his and she willed him with her mind to remove her panties and stop his teasing. He leaned his head closer to her ear.

"Did you like Zabini's touch Granger?" he growled into her ear, "Did his touch feel like mine? Did his lips make you wet with desire?"

So he was jealous, she thought smugly in her mind. When she didn't answer he frowned at her and stopped his lovely touching causing her to pout.

"No Malfoy, Blaise was merrily being friendly," she answered him haughtily.

Seemingly satisfied with this answer he began touching her again, this time rewarding her by pushing her panties aside and pinching and rubbing her bead of desire, still giving her that dark look that she was beginning to find very endearing. It was all she could do to keep her groan to herself.

"And Weasley, Granger? Did Weasley ever make you this wet?" her coherent thoughts were going out the window as his finger finally entered her and she sucked in her breath sharply.

"No, not Ronald, never," she managed to choke out.

He seemed satisfied with this and slipped another finger into her causing her to groan loudly. While pumping his fingers in and out of her he kissed every inch of her body causing her to emit a variety of whimpers, groans, and exclamations to hell. She met the thrusts of his fingers with her hips and she was very close to the edge, when a loud thump sounded from somewhere in the flat.

"Fuck!" he cursed quietly continuing what he was doing, "There is no way I'm stopping again, it's probably Mishka, and if not they'll get the picture and go away."

She whole-heartedly agreed with this conclusion, until they heard the savage barking from the pup and then a loud cry and whimper and then quiet. Draco stopped and listened, running his clean hand through his hair in frustration glancing toward the door.

He then looked torn between ignoring the sounds (of which Hermione was very much in favor) and investigating. He gazed at her ready and nearly naked body again, taking her in, and then went back to kissing her. But as another, louder thump sounded through the flat he growled and pulled himself off of her.

"If I get back and you've moved an inch I will drag you back into this bed whether you want to or not," he stated bluntly.

She was pretty sure there was no way she was moving as he gave her one last hungry look and wand-drawn went to inspect the noises.

After a couple minutes passed and he still hadn't returned she was getting a little bit annoyed. Finally, she decided to get up and see what was taking him so damn long. Marching into the hallway in her bra and panties she got a glimpse of a quickly moving figure in black and then her senses closed down around her and she was left to the endless abyss of her mind and a final thought of Damn, I didn't even get his pants off yet.

~Ace~