Draco and Hermione avoided one another. Neither one acknowledged the other unless it was absolutely necessary. They had to still work together on their Muggles Studies project and they pretended to get along during their presentation, but remained silent any other time.

"Is everything okay with Granger?" Blaise asked Draco one day at lunch.

"Yeah, why?" Draco flipped a page in his book before looking up.

"She seems a bit tense lately."

Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table and watched Granger sternly butter her toast and sip her tea. She kept flexing her fingers and rubbing her shoulders. Her smile was stiff as she listened to Weasel say something. She probably hadn't been able to properly ease her hunger pains. Draco hadn't heard her moans at night. Of course, he'd also charmed his room so he wouldn't hear them. If he did, he truly believed that he would give in and return to her. Another one of the succubus's tricks.

"Probably can't take the pressure of her position," Draco said, returning to his book.

Blaise turned to his friend. "When did you turn into such a bookworm?"

Draco snorted. "Since I found that Muggle Studies isn't as easy a grade as I thought."

"Living with Granger has really changed you," Blaise said, popping a grape into his mouth. "You've to be more of a bookworm."

"I was one before living with her. I'm just less concerned about my old reputation."

"You mean the Sex God of Slytherin? A few girls will be broken hearted to hear you've changed into a nerd."

"Oh, I don't know," Pansy Parkinson said, sliding into the seat across from them. "Draco with black rimmed glasses and his sleeves rolled up? He could pull off hot librarian or sexy professor. I know a few girls who go for that." She leaned against the table. "Hey, can I see your answers for the potions homework? I think I got the ingredients right for my bone regrowth potion but I'm not sure."

Draco flipped through some of his parchment and handed her one before returning to his book.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "You two are no fun anymore. Where did my friends go? The ones who liked to party and go wild?"

"They got a hard wake up call in the war and want to be prepared for when they leave here," Pansy said, looking at the parchment.

"I get that, but why did we have to stop sex, too?" Blaise rested his chin on the table and widened his eyes. "I miss you. My bed isn't the same since you left."

Pansy smiled softly at him. "I miss you, too, but I have to keep my grades up and I can't risk any distractions. No matter how attractive they are."

"Moderation," Draco said, looking up from the pages. "If you moderate the sex, you should be able to focus. Or you could just share the bed. Physical contact helps relax people."

They stared at him. "Now I see the appeal of smart Draco," Blaise said with a growing smile. He looked back to Pansy. "So I'll see you tonight?" Pansy bit her lip. "I'll even let you spread your notes out on the bed." She laughed and nodded.

"And that's a win for 'Nerd Draco'."

"You said it, brother," Blaise said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Draco smiled a little and shrugged his friend off. He collected his things and stashed them in his bag. "I've got to exchange my books. I'll see you in potions." He left the Great Hall and dashed up to his room.

As he entered the common area, he heard breathless moans coming from Granger's room. Draco's grip tightened on his bag's strap and he forced himself to focus on getting to his room. The lustful moans were playing havoc with his body, the sound reminding him of how Granger looked when in the throws of passion. A part of him was yearning to charge in there and have his way with her; to feel that powerful release from her tongue. But the other part reminded him that it was only the succubus's call that made him feel that. A way to drag him into a situation he couldn't escape.

He pushed his door open and closed it, slumping against the bed as silence fell. He dropped his bag on the floor and ran his hands through his hair. Would Granger be fondling her breasts and running her fingertips across her body? Would she be driving her fingers deep inside her, brushing over every nerve that made her cry out so passionately? Draco growled and shook his head. He roughly undid his pants, shoving them down to his knees until he was free. His hand wrapped around himself, following the images that played behind his closed eyes.

Granger spread open before him, body waiting for him to explore and taste. Her lips would be parted in pleasure as he teased and touched. She would clench around him and call out his name. He would quicken the pace, reaching every place to make her cry out nonsense words and pleas to never stop. Finally, he would send her over the edge and she would climax beneath him. Draco bit his lip as he came over his hand. Shivers racked his body and he quickly reached for a tissue as he caught his breath.

He cleaned himself and redid his pants. Exchanging his books, he gathered his bag and left his room. He paused. Granger stood in the doorway of her room, skirt rumpled and shirt undone to expose her breasts. There was a post sex glow about her, but her hungry red eyes were locked onto his. Her gaze slowly trailed down his front, feeling like phantom hands against his skin, until they landed on the growing bulge in his pants.

Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. "I can help with that," she said. She looked back up at him. "And more than in just a fantasy."

Draco shook himself of the urge to go to her. She was using her seduction voice. "It's rude to read other people's fantasies." He didn't wait for her response as he continued past her and out of their dorm. Once the door was closed, he frowned at the tent in his pants. He would have to take care of that before potions.

Hermione groaned and closed the door behind her before flopping on her bed. She'd left lunch early to see if she could work off some tension. Her body had been aching for a while and the self-pleasing wasn't working as well as she would have liked. She'd put in a few orders for toys, but there was a back order for a few of the ones that would really be able to satisfy her. Left with only her hands and imagination, she'd hoped to dampen the hunger. She hadn't expected Draco to return and practically blast out his fantasy to her, whether he realized it or not. It had been intense, filling up every last one of her hunger pains, and she wanted more. But there was no chance in hell Draco would go for the deal again. He'd practically run out of here when she suggested helping him.

Hermione draped an arm over her eyes and sighed. She had no idea what to do to fix this.