Draco didn't mind getting off with Granger, but there were going to have to be some rules. A quick encounter in a broom closet wasn't a bad idea, but to just get one blow job and then have Granger bolt? The blood hell did she think he was?

"What are you so angry about?" Draco watched Granger come through the door to their shared dorm at the end of the day. She'd pulled her hair up out of her face into a ponytail and quickly shucked her robes, tossing them on a chair. "Haven't you done the same thing?"

"I don't know what stories you've heard, Granger, but I don't take what I want and leave with my liaisons. I take care of my partners as much as they take care of me. If we're to continue this agreement, we're going to set some ground rules."

"It's simple." She rested her hands on her hips. "If you get horny, you see me. If I get hungry, I see you. As long as there's no actual sex, we'll be fine."

Draco stood from his chair, shaking his head. "Then the deal's off."

Granger paused. "What?"

"You heard me. The deal's off. If I'm just a meal to you, I'm gong to leave and find someone I can have a bit more intimacy with."

She chuckled humorlessly. "I didn't take you to be so sentimental. It's just releasing tension."

"Then find someone else to do it with. I may have entered this thinking with my dick, but I'm not going to stick around if it's not fair to both of us." He pushed his hair out of his way. "Look, Granger, I'm not looking for a relationship. As you said, it's releasing tension. But this deal is very one sided and I see very little reason for me to stay."

Granger crossed the space between them, her hips swaying as she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt. "I could convince you to stay."

Draco's mouth grew dry as he stared at the lacy top of her bra. A man would have to be blind not to react to her. He dragged his eyes back up to hers and he shook his head. "You're hot, Granger, and you have a great tongue. But that's all the leverage you have. I just don't trust you."

"Trust me?" Granger crossed her arms, pushing her chest higher as she frowned. "I should be the one not trusting you. You've been a conniving git to me and my friends in the past. Why should I trust you?"

"I try to be open in my relationships, Granger. If it's a friends with benefits, situation, we establish ground rules and when to end it. If it's an actual relationship, I put effort into it. Unlike you, who have only ever been in- what was it?- two actual relationships in your life, I've had enough to know a thing or two about what I want from my time. And this," he waved a hand between them, "is not worth my time. I'm not going to hang all over you, taking in every word you say just because you said it. You've done nothing to give me a reason to." Granger looked about ready to start lecturing when Draco added, "Were you even going to tell me about a succubus's power?"

That stopped her. Her arms dropped and she paled a little. "What do you mean?"

"After the closet, I did a bit of research in the library. I've read a lot on the powers of a succubus. The ability to change your appearance to appeal to your meal, the kiss that can entrance someone to do what you want, the ability to read fantasies and climb into people's dreams so you can feed off the sexual energy; oh, yeah. I did my research. And you weren't going to tell me, were you?" Draco grabbed his school bag from beside his chair and slung it over his shoulder. "I suggest you talk to Dumbledore about arranging some visitation with your call girls. That or find someone else to be your sex thing." He turned and locked himself in his room, quickly enchanting it to keep outside noise from getting in.

Hermione stared after him. Did she just get lectured on relationships from Draco Malfoy? The boy famous for sleeping through half of the Slytherin House? It was just sexual pleasing; it wasn't like she wanted him to be her next boyfriend. This was supposed to be an agreement that benefited them both but Malfoy just had to throw a fit. She was hardly hiding anything. He knew about her ability to read fantasies. She'd done it in class and told him she'd read two others before meeting him in the closet. That wasn't hiding. All he had to do was go to the library and read any of the thousands of books there on mythical creatures. Merlin, it was even in their textbooks. But he'd rather yell at her for keeping secrets.

She dropped into the chair he'd vacated and rubbed her forehead. This was supposed to be a simple deal. Ok, maybe she could have dealt with the closet thing a bit better, but she'd been driven by her hunger. Dammit. Didn't Draco know how hard it was to control herself when she was hungry? The succubus in her wasn't pleasant when riled up. Even now, it was demanding to be fed and pushed her toward Draco. It wanted to feel his hands her, teasing her until she reached the perfect peak and then sending her over, filling her body with-

Hermione jumped to her feet, shaking herself. She couldn't think like that of him anymore. No matter how much he'd pleasured her, Hermione was not going to go begging to Draco to make her feel good. She still had her pride. If he wasn't going to help her, she'd just find another way to feed. Another partner was out. She couldn't risk people knowing about her and she had a feeling Draco would keep quiet about that. It didn't 'benefit him' to tell. Maybe she could order some toys. Magical or not, it could get the job done. Hermione glared at Draco's door. She didn't need him. She could do this herself.