This is by far the most scandalous thing I've ever written. Last warning, if you don't like mature and/or sexual themes, you are most definately not going to like this. AT ALL. Other than that, this chapter is pure, unadulterated smut. Enjoy ;) Oh and thank you for your reviews!

An impending sense of danger rushed through her veins in the form of adrenaline. She felt a vice like grip clamp around her arm just as she turned to leave.

"No, it's much too late for that now."

Hermione swallowed hard as she felt his breath tickle the back of her neck, causing her to freeze completely. She hated herself for the cowardice she was presenting at the moment.

"You do like to play with fire don't you Granger?"

He pushed the mass of auburn hair from the nape of her neck, placing a trail of butterfly kisses along it.

"Be careful.. you just might get burned."

The intoxicating smell of cinnamon swirled in his mind, arresting all other senses. Suddenly, as if being snapped out of a drunken stupor, Draco stumbled backwards, horrified at the thought of what he had just done. He had kissed the mudblood in the most intimate way.

"Leave."

Hermione remained glued in place, her hands shaking despite the warmth emitting from the fireplace. The Slytheryn lowered himself into an armchair, elbows resting upon his knees.

"Leave now."

The sternness in his voice echoed throughout the sitting area. Before her mind could register her actions, Hermione Granger launched herself at the dragon; placing her hands on either side of his face, attacking his mouth with her own. She felt the need to release the years of pent up rage and tension between them. The growing intimacy between the two was just the excuse she needed. And shit, there was just something about the way he attempted to exert his dominance that drove her over the edge. She left her title and self-image at the door, concerned only with the forbidden territory that was one, Draco Malfoy. The repercussions of her uncharacteristic actions were the last thing on her mind at the moment. For now she was content on earning her name as the Gryffindor lioness. Her Slitheryn counterpart broke their heated kiss rather unwillingly.

"If you don't stop now, there's no turning back."

She smiled inwardly at the irony of the situation, returning to explore his mouth in a silent reply. Her hands found their way in his silver locks, as did his. He fisted a bunch of her tresses jerking her head backwards.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you."

The sentiment was mutual.

He bit down on the area above her carotid artery,* receiving a hiss from his victim in response. This was all so wrong, but God it felt so good. Draco placed his hands on her thighs caressing them gently through the fabric of her tight little dress. He wanted nothing more than to tear the cloth from her body; If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that the witch had worn the dress on the sole purpose of driving him mad. His eyes never left her own as he lifted her from his lap urging her to wrap her legs around his torso. She complied, feeling his bulge through his trousers as she grinded against it; not even attempting to muffle the moans that escaped from the very pit of her.

"Tell me Granger, has anyone fucked you before, or am I the first?

She moaned loudly as he rubbed his erection against her most sensitive areas once more.

"Answer me," he demanded pulling her hair back once more.

"You're the first," she managed.

He grew harder with the thought of being the one to take her most sacred assest. Her virginity.

He would take his sweet time with her; exploring every inch of his little forbidden fruit. Staking his claim on her. He carried her to his bedroom, their kisses growing more desperate with every step. The Slytheryn prince dropped his latest conquest on the bed rather unceremoniously, the lust clouding his eyes. And judgment. Nothing mattered at the moment but her. Or rather, her body. She looked beautiful with her hair a mess, desperately attempting to regain a normal breathing rate. He would never tell her though. He crawled towards her, locking his eyes with his prey.

He grabbed her ankle, pulling her roughly towards himself. The years of intense quidditch had no doubt done wonders for him; his perfectly sculpted body pale against the dull glow emanating from the moonlight. He then pinned her arms above her head, nibbling on her ear lobe.

"The things I'm going to do to you Granger."

The way he whispered sent a chill down her spine. He stole a tender kiss from her lips before climbing off the bed.

"Take it off."

Hermione Granger blushed fiercely. She had never undressed in front of a man before, and it made her self-conscious.

"Take it off now Granger," he growled.

Slowly, unwillingly, she dropped the silk straps from her shoulders, pushing the fabric past her perky breasts. Her nipples became hard with the unwelcome rush of cold. She was moving at a painfully slow rate, and Draco didn't know how much longer he could keep his composure. He undid his own trousers tossing them aside. His boxers soon joined them. Hermione gasped with the sheer sight of his arousal.

It was longer and thicker than she had anticipated, having had researched male appendages only in her books. He smirked at her response, snaking an arm around her back. He then took a perfect pink nipple in his mouth, receiving a moan at the sudden warmth. Hermione Granger arched her back with pleasure. He was taking his sweet time and she was growing more and more impatient by the second. He chuckled softly, fully aware of the effect his ministrations had on her.

Slowly, painfully, he took the other. Circling his tongue around it; he trailed his hand down her leg, slipping it beneath her dress and up her thigh. He expertly rubbed it over her mound. She couldn't help but bite down on her lip, her body concave against his own. She couldn't help but admire the way their bodies fit together. Like two pieces of a puzzle. A loud tear brought the lioness back into reality. He had torn off her underwear with one swift motion. Her dress was next.

"You bastard! That was my favorite dress."

"I'll buy you a hundred just like it."

He thrust a finger into her cavern.

"Oh God, that feels so good."

She arched her back once more as he began to pump it. The frequency of her sweet moans increased with the addition of another finger. She was dangerously close to her orgasm just as he removed his fingers. She groaned with frustration.

"Be patient love."

He proceeded by placing soft butterfly kisses along her jaw, making his way down her neck. His hands explored her curves, following an imaginary path down the valley between her breasts. He placed tender kisses down her stomach, inhaling the scent of her skin through his nostrils. God she smelled amazing. Her hands found themselves fisting the black silk sheets as her head dug deep into his pillow. His kisses made their way to her hipbone, momentarily, before his warm tongue intruded her sex. It flicked the bundle of nerves mercilessly sending the Head Girl into violent convulsions, much like an epileptic. She grinded her hips in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

"You taste fucking amazing."

"Oh God, Malfoy!"

Her screams bounced off the walls.

"I haven't even started yet."

He kissed her passionately, tangling his hands in her wild mass.

"This is gonna hurt," before she could prepare herself for the intrusion, he positioned herself at her entrance; thrusting his massive cock inside of her.

She screamed in pure agony as he tore her apart. The pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Even the Cruciatus could not compare.

"Shh, I'm sorry love. It's best not to worry the maidenhood; just taking it is less painful."

He gently wiped the tears that flowed from her eyes giving her a moment to adjust to his girth. Slowly, he began to pump into her. The pain was still relatively excruciating but as he pulled out and entered again slowly, it started to fade. He thrust more of his cock into her, causing her to writhe beneath him.

"God you're so fucking tight Granger, I just might spill my seed right here."

Soon, he was thrusting his entirety into her waiting womanhood, receiving screams of ecstasy in the process. "Scream my name Granger." He thrust into her harder, pulling himself out completely before thrusting into her again and again.

"Oh Draco!" she screamed.

He licked the sweat that collected on her brow. God she looked sexy. Her nails raked down his back; leaving it red and raw.

"Fuck me harder."

"Say it again, he demanded.

"Fuck me harder Draco," she screamed.

He complied; thrusting into her with such force that the bed creaked loudly. He felt himself reach his moment of ecstasy; thrusting into her harder. He came hard, realeasing his seed within her just as she reached her own, screaming his name with all the air in her lungs. He collapsed beside her in a heap of exhaustion, not bothering to look over at her.

"What am I going to wear now? she asked.

Her voice was small, bearly audible. He hadn't thought of that. Silently he made his way to his wardrobe; extracting an article of clothing and tossing it on the bed. It was his quidditch shirt.

"I can't wear something with your name on it!" She sounded completely scandalized.

"Then you're more than welcome to parade around her naked. I wouldn't mind," he said with a wink.

Having no other options, she quietly pulled it over her head trying hard not to notice the way his naked body looked in the moonlight.

"Go ahead and stare Granger, there's no use in being shy now."

Her face took on a deep pink shade. Quietly, she extracted her tattered clothing from the floor, fully aware of the fact that his eyes were following her. He couldn't help but admire the way his shirt looked on her. It was a bit large on her, but for some reason it made her so much more irresistible. She pulled on her underwear as he handed her his cloak; shoving her bra into the pocket. Silently, she pleaded with Merlin that the festivities weren't yet over so she could return to her room undetected. With a sigh, she crossed over the threshold of his dorm into the cold corridors, preparing herself for the impending guilt.

"Until next time love."

*The carotid artery is the one in the neck. Thanks for reading! Oh, and due to the event of my birthday on Saturday preceeding with Thanksgiving, I don't know when I'll have time to update... I have so many things to knock of my bucket list.