Warning: Sex involved in this chapter. It covers Friday Saturday and Sunday of week 7. Don't like don't read. This is my first attempt at a fic like this...so please be gentle! (anonymous reviews at bottom because of warning)

Week 7 Part 2:

Friday morning Hermione hurried to dress. Her dreams had not been PG, and she was feeling rather horrified by the star character being Draco Malfoy.

God, she could not start fantasizing about him!

Then again, it had been going on for weeks now. But she wasn't sure she wanted Draco to be her first. Oh well, she had other things to worry about at prior. Like going over to Blaise's.

"Hermione," Draco called from the living room as she pulled on a t-shirt, "I understand your tired and such, but can we get going?"

"Eager to see your friend I see," she called back.

No, I'm eager to see you, my dear. "Yes. I haven't sat down with Blaise in quite a while. You should know that. It's been nearly two months since you moved in and took over my life."

"Actually, I believe you took over mine." She came out of the room, tying her hair into a ponytail. "Anyways," she said again, cutting off whatever reply he had, "I'm ready to go."

This wasn't comfortable for her.

Draco and Blaise greeted each other like old friends, just as they should. Hermione greeted Blaise with a weak handshake on her part, and the unintentional force of his hold almost snapped her wrist. Wouldn't that have just been dandy?

They were sitting in his sparse living room. Apparently it was common for rich pureblood heir's to move from their parents enormous estates to small apartments instead. Considering with everything people like this had been brought up with, Hermione found this habit quite strange. Wouldn't they much rather stay in the mansions? On well, she wasn't going to complain.

It was strangely uncomfortable to be in the room alone with both men. Perhaps it was because both were Death Eaters, Slytherin's and had completely hated her guts up until recently. Perhaps it was just Draco, whom she had almost molested last night when her mind got carried away. Now that would've been hard to explain to him...

Draco was speaking to her, and she quickly plucked herself back into the conversation. Pretending she knew what was going on.

"-which I have already run by Blaise and he agrees to-"

"Wait," she interrupted, realizing this was a rather important conversation. "What did you run by...Blaise?" The name sounded strange coming from her mouth to everyone present.

Draco sighed and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. "Don't smoke in my house," Blaise warned.

Draco groaned, dropping the cigarette back into the pack, wondering if he could 'accidently' burn Blaise with it later on his way out. "Honestly Hermione, aren't you listening at all? We've been just talking about this since roughly the time we arrived."

"Sorry," she muttered. "I was preoccupied."

He damn near smirked. I bet I can guess about what that is..."Obviously. Shall I explain or are you going to ignore me again."

"I'm listening," she snapped.

Blaise glanced between the two. "I can tell your relationship is at its best," he said sarcastically.

Hermione was about to ask him what exactly he meant by 'relationship', but Draco began speaking and cut her off. "Blaise agreed on Tuesday to help me keep you safe-"

"I don't need your friends to keep me safe," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Fine, follow me to work everyday I'm required to go, and anyplace else."

Although she was more keen then ever on Draco, following him like a puppy because she was being basically "stalked", as he had clearly stated, was not one of her top choices. "I much prefer Blaise in this case."

"Way to make me feel important," Blaise muttered.

"Don't take it too harshly, I hardly know the real you. I just know the one who was pushed out at Hogwarts. You can hardly blame me." Blaise just nodded towards her.

"Anyways," Draco interjected, "if you spend time with Blaise you'll be able to actually leave the apartment and go out places. Of course, you can stay inside if you prefer, thought I think you've been locked in rooms long enough."

"Its freezing outside what would we do out there?"

"That's your choice. Stay inside if you please, but the point is you can go places, and Blaise isn't going to let you go off alone so Flint can get his hands on you."

"I told you, he's in enough trouble he's not going to try any-"

"Yes yes, I know your belief system. But, this is mine. Just please take Blaise with you please."

Hermione glanced at the former Slytherin. Draco seemed damn sure he could protect her, and really, at this point, she didn't see much point in doubting Draco over much. He at least seemed to think things through for the first time in his life. "Alright," she said stiffly.

"Don't let your gratitude eat you alive," Blaise muttered.

"As if I would."

"Isn't it so nice that we all get along," Draco muttered.

Hermione fell asleep on Blaise's couch some odd hours after lunch, just around four. Draco moved her into Blaise's bedroom and set her on the bed, halfway shutting the door.

Blaise was giving him a clearly annoyed expression. "I didn't realize I'd have to take your lover places."

"Don't flatter me, it hasn't gotten that far."

"Oh? I distinctly remember you mentioning on countless occasions that it was nice to have her next to you in your bed."

"It doesn't mean I corrupted her."

Blaise's eyebrows shot up. "What you mean-"

"Yes. Impossible, don't you think?"

Blaise nodded. "I saw the pictures of her marriage to Krum in the Daily Prophet once. She didn't look happy, but-well, normal people tend to engage in that certain act on their wedding night. What did those two do? Play chess."

Draco shrugged. "Its entirely possible."

They were quiet for a moment.

"You know," Blaise started, "you're not masking your feelings very well for her."

"She knows I want to fuck the living daylights out of her."

"Obviously," Blaise agreed, hoping they could stop talking about that as quickly as possible. "I was meaning the part that you're smitten with her."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you believe that?"

"Ha! 'What makes you believe that'," he chirped. "Honestly Draco! You got a very dark look in your eye when you mentioned Flint putting his hands on her-and no I'm not saying that he should," he added quickly, watching Draco's temper flair. "I'm just saying its obvious your smitten with her. Theo already informed me about the large amount of books you purchased for her as a Christmas present. Don't you think that might put her off a bit?"

"Why would it do that?"

He scoffed. "She's Granger," he hissed. "She might take it the wrong way-I'm only pointing it out."

"I know you are, but it doesn't change my mind to give them to her. She deserves some new books. She looked so excited yesterday with the two she had."

"And its a kind gesture, really. But perhaps you shouldn't give them all to her at once? Weed them out a bit. It may make her feel better."

"Or worse," he muttered. Blaise didn't reply to this.

"Will you contact Theo tonight?"

"About," Blaise inquired.

"The Ball. Update him the best you can if you already haven't."

He nodded. "I plan to, but Draco, it does seem a little difficult to accomplish."

He waved his hand as though it were nothing. "I know, and I've realized that several times. But I wont be lifting a finger. You just watch her damn well."

"Of course." He glanced at the clock. "Its nearing five. Perhaps you should go remove your future wife from my bed? I doubt you want to leave her there anytime after dark."

"With your reputation? Never." He stood, looking at Blaise. "Its good to see you."

"Agreed. Don't let that girl keep you away from friends for too much longer."

"I wont be." He wandered to Blaise's room, hearing him move from the chair he had occupied, probably to give them privacy for a moment. He was tempted to be sweet, but that little bit of an ass inside of him told him to have just a bit of fun.

His hand snaked down and cupped one of her firm breasts through the fabric. He was very happy Blaise had decided to move, even if his body blocked the view. Considering the moan she let off, it was enough to stir something down below. Smirking, he bent down and bit into her neck.

"Draco," he gasped, her eyes flying open to notice a blond head. Instinct kicked in and she panicked, nearly slapping him, but he was off her again before she could even raise her hand. She was short of breath, oh god! "What-what're you doing?"

He smirked. "Enjoying myself. We better get moving though, Blaise wants you off his bed."

She blushed, realizing where she was laying and quickly got up. "And I'm supposing you decided to put me there?"

He grinned wickedly. "Indeed."

"Then what was all...that!"

"Just a bit of fun. Come along now."

Night came, and Hermione just couldn't sleep. Draco's...charming wake up call earlier in the day was very clearly playing in her head, and it wasn't helping her at all. It stirred up feelings inside of her that she really was having a hard time denying. Besides, the things she wanted to do to him were...

Oh God! She couldn't be fantasizing about...Draco! Out of the question! Just because he groped her in Blaise's home shouldn't have upped her lust factor. It was insane really.

Of course, yesterday's brief occurrence on this bed was probably not helping matters much.

She sighed, and rubbed her eyes. Draco had been asleep for a few hours now, a bit closer then normal to her. Almost like last night. She smiled at the thought of him wanting to touch her as much as she was beginning to want to touch him.

That was a lie, really. The urge to touch him had been around for a while, just never such a dominate thought in her mind as it had been the last two days. Just because Draco was making claims on her didn't mean anything would happen between them anyways. After all, he had been complaining about her lack of choice in men...although he was really looking like a nice choice.

He was always teasing her, grabbing her and kissing her lips, neck, cheeks, jaw, ears, anything at all that might make her tick. The gestures had built up to their boiling point of his teases and for the first time she could remember she wanted a man to pleasure her, something she'd been holding out on for years until she felt a connection-

No, don't go there Hermione. This is just lust.

She looked over at him. It was late again, nearly two. His face was perfectly relaxed, and he seemed to be having a calm dream. How did he always seem to have calm dreams?

He always made some sort of advancement, perhaps not every day but often enough to leave her desiring more. Was that his plan then, to make her come to him? It sounded completely like a Malfoy, but she couldn't believe it with how uncharacteristically nice he had been lately. She just couldn't.

But he hadn't threaded through the really dangerous water yet. He stayed clear of the southern territory best he could, although she knew damn well that his eyes spent alot of time down there when he believed her to not be looking or paying attention. Yet he seemed to restrain himself whenever he touched her, even when it wasn't sexual, like it took all the control he could muster to not start doing stupid things. She really respected him for that. At least he wasn't pushy...just suggestive often.

And he had certainly made it clear more then once that he desired her.

Ah hell.

Hermione rolled on her side towards him. This time she found there was an agreeable amount of space between them, so maybe she wouldn't bump him this time. She used her wand to add a bit of light to the room, enough for her to see but not to disturb her sleeping partner.

Her eyes danced over his lean, muscular upper body, just as they had done yesterday. This was all beginning to form a pattern. Two days in a row of this nonsense? Really, there were other things she could be doing with her time.

She looked up at his face. He has a gorgeous face. One arm was thrown behind his blond head, the other arm that was further away from her (his right) lay off to the side. She studied his strong jaw. He was something to look at indeed. They slept like this every night; her skimpy pajamas versus his naked upper body and daring boxers. But she had never thought much about the lack of fabrics between them until now.

And she didn't want them there anymore.

Virgin or not, no one makes it to 21 without at least some experience. Hermione's knowledge was limited to four men (counting Draco at this point) who had all either not been interested in her body enough to attempt persuading her to allow them to fuck her, been restrained for various reasons or had pushed too much. No one had ever gone through with it and Hermione was very much done waiting.

Besides, Hermione had the best hands on experience possible for sex if she were to just put herself in the hands of one Draco Malfoy. He sure lived up to his nickname at Hogwarts and she knew he must've had a go at at least a few virgins...

Tonight? Well, that depended on how things went, didn't it?

Hermione lifted the blankets once again down near his knees and stared at the tent in his boxers. Wonder what he's dreaming about so intensely to make the tent so...large. Come to think of it, she realized she had never actually taken into consideration that Malfoy might just not fit.

That's certainly a virgins thought. Of course he'd fit! It would simply take...effort.

He was defiantly out cold. He wouldn't feel anything...

She hesitantly brushed a hand against the tented bulge, this time not leaning in towards him, afraid of waking him up again. Hermione may have been a Gryffindor, locked with Gryffindor courage, but there were things like this that did scare her entirely. She'd felt this bulge often pressed against her leg, back, behind...but now it seemed far more intimidating to her...and she didn't like being intimidated.

She spared a glance at him as she gently brushed a hand over the fabric a second time. Fast asleep. He wouldn't notice...and if she didn't take the leap now then she would chicken out again.

Her hand found the hole in his boxers, and she pushed the fabric lightly aside to brush her fingers over skin. It sent jolts up her arm that she had never expected. Hermione had found herself in few situations before like this, but all the men had been conscious, some rude some not, and nothing about her actions had caused her to grow unexpectedly wet.

This is a change.

Hermione gently worked the fabric off his member, revealing all of him to her eyes. She glanced elsewhere, up to his abs, feeling rather self conscious about keeping her eyes fixed on him there, even if he was asleep.

At least I'm not that innocent.

She wasn't over excited over the idea of grabbing his cock with her hand, afraid that it might be too much movement on him and he'd wake. Instead she returned to brushing her fingers over him with a bit more pressure. Despite her lack of sex, she had had enough experience with this to be comfortable. She just didn't want to have to explain her actions to him. Now that would be embarrassing.

Keeping her eyes on his abs, she ran her fingers from the head to the base, suddenly very scared of how long it was, and very happy that she didn't have any plans of getting it inside of her tonight. She ran her fingers back up to the head and rubbed softly.

Why was this turning out to be so much fun?

Draco was defiantly still asleep, or by now he would've had something to say. Pushing herself still to be daring (if these pathetic movements of hers could be considered daring in the first place) and she manipulated her hand so her thumb and forefinger sat on opposite sides of his dick. She stroked them up and down once, as lightly as she possibly could.

If Ginny could see me now...she'd be moving my hand so I actually grip him, after giving me a long pointless speech about my lack of sexual confidence.

I'm supposed to be wary of Ginny though...god I'm so disoriented right now.

The sound of his quiet moaning snapped her back into reality, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her eyes moved quickly to his face, but his eyes were still closed and his breathing normal. It had just been a reaction.

Right? Hermione had lost her confidence in what she believed she knew about this and she defiantly wasn't liking it. She was supposed to be smart about everything!

She waited, watching him closely to see if his eyes would open and he would laugh at her, delighted with his joke. But no such movement came.

Hermione sighed, smiling a little. Perhaps she was enjoying her...experiment maybe a little too much. Still smiling, she slipped her hand back to his erect cock and began the gentle stroking again.

This was so wrong. But, so very fun.

And so much of a turn-on.

Her mind traveled again, wondering again if this would really feel good buried deep inside of her. She was positive it would be a bitch, believing entirely that he would need to spend alot of time trying to achieve this goal. Still, there was always the chance that she would enjoy herself more then she ever had in the past, with anything.

"Do you always molest your roommates while they sleep?"

She jumped this time to her side of the bed, landing closely to the edge and sliding off in an undignified heap. Her hair fell around her face.

Draco, still on the bed and smirking, tapped the light next to him, brightening the room. He looked down at her. She looked kind of cute that way. "Well?" He motioned to his exposed skin, and her cheeks burned red.

"I...Draco..." She began, climbing back into the bed and sitting as far as possible from him. "I...I mean...you weren't supposed to wake up!"

"Which makes it right?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I-"

"Which brings me to my second question," he cut in, "on why Hermione?"

"I..." Oh yes, now what could she say? "I was testing something," she tried weakly.

"Testing?" His smirk was still in place. "If you're testing anything pertaining to this then you're going about it all wrong." He reached out and snatched up her hand.

"Draco! What're you doing?" She tried to pull free.

He raised an eyebrow at her again but replaced her hand nonetheless, closing her entire hand around him. "I'm showing you the proper technique to please someone." He rolled his eyes at her very panicked expression. "Don't look so floored. You had to have known that would wake me up."

Truthfully, he'd been awake since the start, but he'd waited around to see if she would eve begin to do something interesting. When it hadn't happened, he'd decided to step in. She was not slinking out of this this time.

She was very conscious of the stupid situation she had gotten herself into. "Really Draco, I-"

"If you didn't want to do this you would've never started." He kept her hand firmly fisted around him. "Don't let my consciousness unease you, it can't be that bad to have me looking at you."

That's the problem though, its not bad at all. "I don't-"

"Now," he interrupted. "Let me assist you." He kept his hand over hers, smirking at her. "Trust me, you'll thank me for this later. Now, two fingers is never going to please any man."

"Who says I-"

"Shh,'' he replied, relaxing further into the bed. "I can't believe no ones ever lectured you on this before."

"Draco! This really isn't necessary...its just an experiment!"

He raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Toying with the male body is your idea of an experiment? I'd love to see the kind of science project you would do! Now relax already, nothing is happening to your body."

"I believe that's my hand you will be using to get off."

He shrugged. "And I do believe you are the one who put it there in the first place. Besides, you woke me up to this little show. Because of that, I demand at least a full show. Now, all you do is-"

"I know what to do," she cut in. This wasn't what she'd had in mind, and it was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute.

And more of a turn on.

He smirked again. "Then do it. And don't be afraid to add a little lip here and there. Helps with friction."

"You're certainly not getting any lip!"

He clicked his tongue. "Too bad. You have the perfect face to-"

"Don't finish that sentence!"

He smirked. "Get to work."

"You can't force me."

Oh, this is going to be so much fun, he thought. "But can't I?" He moved her hand now with his, having her "really" stroke him and taking note of how little of a fight she put up. He released her hand slowly, pleased that she continued the movement.

Was the little virgin enjoying herself?

Or was she looking for the opportune moment to slap him?

Oh well, she did start this, twice.

Draco found himself irritated by Hermione's lack of grip. "Its ok to apply some real pressure too. Unless you aim to cut off blood flow you wont hurt me." She hesitated and he raised an eyebrow. "Come on Granger, you know how to do this, don't you?"

He realized that although she may know the procedure she was still a timid virgin no matter how he looked at it. This fact began causing extreme irritation.

"I know the process."

"Its like you can read my thoughts. A process is a process, the trip from start to finish is what matters. You're a girl, you should know this."

She blinked. "Not particularly."

He almost laughed again, but bit his lip as he reached up and tightened her grip on him. "So you don't like to be pleasured?"

"I'm a-"

"I know I know. Finger fucking can cause the same result you know. Its just not nearly as enjoyable, even for a virgin."

"I never found it that fun. It was rough and unpleasant." She kept her grip, afraid the next thing he would want would be to make her go faster...or use her mouth. She was just fine where she was.

"You just have no good sexual experiences to share do you?"

"I don't think I would want to share. And knowing your background, I don't wish to know your stories at all."

He chuckled, before letting out a low groan. "Don't you want to know what its like to feel real pleasure?"

She hesitated, afraid of where he was taking this. His eyes were darker, overcome in lust she realized and she wasn't sure if at that moment she should encourage that.

Then again, the teasing side of her just wanted to have a little fun.

"Yes, but-"

She let out an uncanny squeal suddenly as he suddenly flipped her onto her back, knocking the breath from her surprised lungs as he bent over her. "Choose your words carefully love," he growled, his hand sliding low on her body, feeling her tense up. This would never do. "Relax," he purred (if Malfoy's can purr). "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Don't," she breathed. "Don't do that Draco. I misspoke-"

"Just shut up," he groaned into her ear. "And relax. I'm going to let you have at least one nice memorable intimate experience." His breath on ear was intoxicating, and she was reminded again how very sexy and appealing Draco seemed tonight (even if she wouldn't admit it).

His hand snaked beneath her shorts slowly, and he watched her carefully for bad reactions. He was testing her, testing to see how far he could go. So far, she was just tense.

Its just fingers, my god! Its not like she's never done this before!

He used his freehand to stroke her cheek lightly while kissing her jaw, trying to make her feel as good as possibly and he rubbed her panty clad sex. She moaned quietly.

He had her.

He pushed aside the undergarment (cotton he noticed) and ran his finger across her slit. She gasped, and he smirked. Her few experiences seemed to not have prepared her for his assault. He rather liked it better that way.

His finger ran lightly up and down her entrance several more times before he adjusted his hand and sank a slender finger inside of her, watching with a content smirk as she gasped at the intrusion. He pulled his finger out and pushed it back inside quickly, hearing her grunt in protest. He didn't much care; he had every intention of adjusting her as quickly as he could. He knew exactly what he wanted from the vixen next to him, and he planned on getting it tonight. She had been teasing him long enough.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt a warm liquid running down his palm, and smirked in satisfaction. He pulled out a moment and watched her face become confused, before promptly adding a second finger. Hermione's mind wanted her to ask why he needed to use two fingers, but she was currently on auto pilot, and auto pilot saw no reason to ruin the moment.

He continued to attack her with his fingers, using his free hand to tear the straps on her pajama top so he had better access to her upper body. He lightly pinched her right nipple, watching her body squirm around in his hands as he attacked her. It was indeed amusing. There was just one thing that bothered him, and he leaned in to her to whisper in her ear.

"For talking so much you're certainly quiet. Don't hold back Miss Granger, I want to hear you." He snickered at her sharp intake of breath. "And I have the feeling you will be making much more noise before the nights out. Moan for me."

She couldn't help but moan, feeling even more turned on as he talked to her. She didn't particularly like that his voice could make her this way (let alone anything else about him) but now was not the time to start thinking. She was enjoying herself too much.

And somewhere in the back of her head she had already realized, that if she had really wanted him to get off of her, she would have never begun the game in the first place.

He had reached his third finger by now, and decided to pull out. e noticed the instant eagerness in her eyes to have him back, but he had other ideas of what would come next.

He climbed on top of her and ground his hips into hers, enjoying how she moaned as he did so. He pulled her now torn pajama top from her body, enjoying how her eyes got bigger as he removed the layers in between them. He was slowly losing control. He bent down to breath into her ear, holding the majority of his weight up off of her.

"What exactly do you want out of this night?"

She stared back into his dark grey eyes, silent.

"Tell me Hermione," he urged, biting her ear, needing to hear her tell him she wanted this, wanted him to take her, before he made a rash decision. "Tell me what you want me to do, or I'll stop."

"No!" He smirked at her eagerness to keep him touching her, and watched her cheeks redden at her outburst. "I mean-"

So very timid about everything. "Were you aiming to be pleasured by my hands? Or is there something more?" He rested on one of his elbows and used his opposite hand to massage her nearby breast.

"I..."

"Look at that, the know-it-all is at a loss for words." She huffed, which quickly turned to a sharp gasp as he bit roughly into her neck before sucking slightly on the skin.

"Answer me," he hissed, letting go of her flesh with his mouth so he could lick over the fresh red mark that would remain until probably late tomorrow.

And Hermione found herself very much wanting to answer him.

"No."

"No what?"

"I was...I was experimenting Draco."

"Quite the experiment," he mused. "Gone a little overboard with it I think to call it an experiment." She bit her lip, and he rested his forehead on hers. The action did nothing at all to help his current state. "What do you want me to do Hermione? Stop?"

"No!"

"Drat," she thought. "I must stop doing that."

"Then tell me what to do to you." He kissed her cheek.

But is that really a good idea Hermione? "Draco..." She hesitated. His thoughts on her could drop severely if she just let him do this to her, couldn't they? What if he didn't care about her after she gave in? Was Draco like that?

No, she didn't think so. And she certainly hoped not.

"Tell me."

"I..."-deep breaths Hermione-"I want you to take my virginity." Couldn't have made that sound better could you? Stop delaying!

He was rather surprised she came out with it. "Hmm. Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

And that was that.

Draco pealed off her shorts and panties, finding them to be rather wet at this point. He was done delaying, and she had said yes. But before he collapsed back on top of her, he picked up his wand and cast a silencing spell on the room.

"Am I really going to be that loud?"

He smirked. "I don't want you holding back. Its entirely possible."

He worked his way down her body, kissing the flesh he came in contact with on his way, nipping here and there. He wanted to ease her mind a bit before he hurt her.

Now why did he care so much about her feelings? And why did it bother him to think of her in pain?

He kissed just above her hairline before scooting back up the bed and scooting her legs apart-with ease. He smiled at the way her face looked laid back on the pillows, hair out around her in a fan, and angled himself at her entrance.

"You sure Hermione?"

Her hands came up and locked in a death grip on his shoulders. "Yes."

"Relax your muscles," he whispered into her ear, feeling a vague change in her, but not enough to help her much. It appeared the girl was too afraid to calm down and use her damn head. "The more you clench your muscles the more pain it'll cause. You're tight as it is."

She nodded, and closed her eyes, relaxing a bit more. "That's the best your getting."

He sighed. "Ready?"

"Ready." Her grip on his shoulders tightened up again.

It hurt, bad. Her nails dug into his skin and she half screamed, half groaned. He had just barely torn into her, but she was pretty sure that if this was the pain she had to feel to get him inside, it wasn't worth it.

"Fuck your tight," he grunted. "And you need to fucking relax." Despite the annoyance Hermione thought he had, he remained perfectly still and didn't push. Eventually, the pain disappeared. And she felt a dull throb inside of her.

"Ready for more?" All she could do was nod. He wanted her to open her eyes, but knew that she wasn't going to for a bit, no matter what he had to say.

He pulled out a bit, thrusting in further. She whimpered beneath him, and it egged him on to thrust further and further in, her hands clawing at his back and causing him to occasionally growl. With each thrust her voice grew louder and increased his need.

She found herself rather filled when he got all the way inside of her, and was surprised (but happily surprised mind you) that she enjoyed it so very much. His thrusts had increased and she could find herself saying only one word: "More."

He grunted in response, thrusting into her harder and harder, getting her screams to rise. "There you go babe. Don't hold out on me." And her voice continued to fill the room, drowning out his grunts.

She could certainly understand why this was better then fingers.

Under him was something rather new, and she didn't know what to do with her body really. Her loud voice seemed to egg him on, but all her hands were doing was clinging to his back. Truthfully, she couldn't focus enough to think of something to do with her body anyways. She almost felt natural being under him.

It was almost sinful.

And at the rate her voice was rising, she was happy there was a sound barrier up. The more he thrust the louder she got, whether she wanted to get louder or not. She was putty in his hands at this point. She could feel her tension building, and it looked like he could too.

His head tilted down next to her hear. "Cum for me."

It sent her over the edge, into a spiral of pleasure so much more intense then the orgasm she had achieved due to his hands. Her vision blurred for a moment and she could've cared less about anything in the world. When her muscles tightened around Draco's member, he came as well, groaning loudly and collapsing on top of her for a moment. The feeling of warm brought her back to reality.

"Draco! You can't-"

He kissed her. "Shut up. There are magical ways of fixing that you know." He pulled out, rolling onto his back to catch his breath. "I take your virginity and that's what you try to say to me?"

She flushed, her breathing slowly calming down. "It was...nice."

"Just nice?" Jeez, we must talk about her way of thanking a man.

"No...fun, exciting-"

He laughed. "We'll teach you to say something better the next time someone pleasures you okay?" He rubbed his forehead, exhausted. "The potion will have to sit for about two hours, I should've made it before all this if I had known...but it'll work the same now, or in two hours when the sun is out."

"You have an unnatural way of changing topics."

"As do you. I'll brew it in a few hours. I might need to go buy a couple extra ingredients, but it'll work just fine, no worries."

"You use this alot?"

"No, only on one other girl." His expression darkened for a moment, but she didn't notice. Good.

He rolled onto his side facing her and pulled the blanket up, pulling her to him. "Sleep now Hermione. You're going to be sore when you try to walk later."

She rolled his eyes. "I appreciate that."

"You did ask for it."

"Yes," she replied with a smile, snuggling into him for the sake that she could. "I guess I did."

Hermione awoke a few hours later in an empty bed. There was the vague sound of the TV in the living room, but when she flicked on the light and noticed a note, she realized it wasn't Draco.

"Gone out, have something I have to do. I enjoyed last night, do not think of this as me hating you, I wont have it. I believe you really are mine now love, and when I return tonight I hope you understand my reasoning."

Hermione frowned. Reasoning? What could drag him out of the house at this ungodly hour? Whatever he was doing didn't sound good.

She stood and found the area between her legs rather sore. He'd been right, there was an irritating pain there. She sighed, realizing her pajamas had been torn to pieces and that someone (whom by this point she assumed to be Blaise) was sitting in the living room between her room. She couldn't go out there naked.

Quickly, she found a pair of Draco's far to big shirts and one of his shirts. God this will look great. She slid her want into the pocket and wandered into the living room.

Blaise was indeed there, sitting on the couch eating some sort of sandwich, seeming fascinated by the TV. When he looked up at her he let out a laugh.

"Draco was certainly not lying." Her cheeks colored. "Well don't look so embarrassed, come sit down and eat girl."

Hermione sat on the chair, crossing her legs like an Indian and eating the wrapped sandwich Blaise handed to her, a huge grin on his face. "So, how was that?"

"Blaise!"

"What? I'm curious curious how you think Draco-"

"I don't think I want to have this conversation with you."

He laughed again. "Fair enough. At least I know you got what you wanted."

She raised an eyebrow. "How?"

He chewed and swallowed his bit of sandwich. "You're walking funny."

"Blaise!"

"Hey, its not a bad thing. Just means you two had a lot of fun." He winked at her. "I'm glad, he's been talking about doing that to you for ages. Well, since he first called me about you."

"Ages?" She raised an eyebrow. He'd been truly dead set on taking her and making her his.

"Yes. Don't look so scared! Draco's not the possessive sort, just protective. Which, given that little incident with Flint, is apparently a very good thing."

Her face paled a bit, but she was relieved at the chance to change the topic. "You heard about M-Flint?"

He rolled his eyes, finishing his food. "I heard, Theo...he exploded about it one day. Just got very pissed off. I'm not quite sure how far after the incident it was, but he was still fuming."

Memories of that day clouded her vision, and she found herself wanting the image of last night to take their place. Last night...had erased all the pain Flint had caused from her head. "Its over with. I doubt he will try anything again."

"And you realize Draco believes otherwise?"

"I realized that a while ago." She set down the unopened sandwich, not feeling hungry at all.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "You drank the potion yes?"

"No! Where is it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "On the bedside table where Draco left it near that note. You better drink it. I'm assuming you want it to be as effective as possible."

She nodded once, before disappearing into the bedroom to retrieve it.

Blaise waited until she shut her door, then pulled out his phone.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. When do you plan on telling her?"

"Do you always have to question me Blaise?" Draco leaned against the wall of Harry's office.

"Yes."

He ran a hand through his hair. "Not until close to the Ball, if at all, just like I told Theo."

"She doesn't believe Flint's going to show you know. Is Theo still helping you with that detail?"

"Completely. He's delivering my message as we speak."

Blaise was silent for a bit. "And Potter?"

"Not until later either. I don't want him having too much time to think and have him running to his boss."

Blaise was quiet for a moment. "And Weasley?"

"I'll be paying him a visit soon. No worries."

"Don't get yourself in trouble again Draco."

He rolled his eyes. "I wont be. I'm not going to force anything. Its all about getting people in the right places at the right times."

Blaise laughed. "If you say so."

"I have to go, Potter will return any minute and I have to get out of here quickly."

"Why didn't you just tell her you're going to work?"

"Because Hermione's actually got some brains. She knows how long I should roughly be out, and with this extra trip, I'll be out quite a bit longer then normal. I'll have to come up with some sort of excuse."

"And if she doesn't buy that?"

Draco sighed. "Then I'll have to make it right with her somehow."

"Then I wish you luck. Oh and Draco?"

"What?"

"You seemed to have done a damned good job with your girl over here. She's been blushing and walking funny all morning."

Draco laughed as he hung up the phone, happy something could brighten his day.

Hermione and Draco slept that night all the way through. Neither had enough energy to pursue last nights events, even though it was tempting. Hermione's dreams however, were clouded with curiosity about why Draco could not have at least waited until she woke up to leave.

Sunday morning Draco awoke after Hermione, finding her in the kitchen making breakfast. That day he didn't leave, and she smiled openly at having him around. She couldn't help herself, and she wasn't sure she wanted to admit why.

They laughed all day, ignoring the unusual tension between them until dinner came around, when Draco began biting into her neck, causing a low moan. He took her plate and set it aside.

"I think I'd like a reply of Friday," he told her, dragging her onto his lap.

"Really," she gasped, still not used to his attacks like this.

"If your up for it," he replied evenly, flicking his tongue across her collarbone just because he could.

"I think I am," she replied, gasping as he bit the sensitive spot, picking her up in his arms a moment later. He laughed as he carried her into his room.

"What's so funny," she asked as he set her on the bed, not shutting the door.

He smirked at her, sitting beside her. "I have you all to myself, even before Flint's out of our life." He breathed on her ear.

"I suppose you do," she replied back, laying back and dragging him with. He kissed her, and as his hands began to pull at her shirt she gave him a funny look. "Aren't you going to cast a silencing spell again?"

He laughed. "God no," he growled, getting on top of her so that she didn't have any control. "I want everyone to hear you screaming my name."

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