Again, I do not own any of these characters nor the genius that is J. K. Rowling. This chapter does contain the fresh scent of lemony goodness, so if that is not what you want to read, please hit your back button. Yes, I am aware of their ages, however, the characters are considered adults in the "wizarding world" therefore, I think I am justified. Any and all comments are appreciated but if you do not like the story, just don't read it. I just write it, I can't make you like it. That being said, if you so choose…enjoy. (FYI-I have mentioned that in later chapters there will be rape involved, yet again, I do not condone this, however, this is how I have written it, if you don't approve, please don't read. Thank you again.)

Draco opened his eyes abruptly, his hand clutching his heart, which was beating as though there were live fairies in his chest.

"Draco…" There was a voice…he was in the room of requirement. "Draco…"

"Who the hell?" A soft lilting giggle sang in his ears.

"Open it, Draco." His eyes flicked to the vanishing cabinet. A gentle ticking noise was coming from inside, like the flick of fingernails on a desk. Draco reached out a white hand toward the knob and hesitated. He was afraid, and he didn't know if he had the strength to see what was hidden in the dark depths of the cabinet. And then a voice whispered, "Please…" It was her.

He rushed to open the door and a small tanned hand appeared, palm up, fingers outstretched, as if to say, "Come. Follow. Stay with me." Draco moved closer, placing his hand in hers. There was a pull and a sensation of nauseous movement that made him shut his eyes. He kept them closed for a minute, even after the pulling stopped.

"Look at me." His lids fluttered open to reveal her laying on his bed, lounging on green silk sheets, her eyes languid as she stared directly into his very soul. She was wearing his school shirt, which was slightly big on her, his Slytherin tie resting lightly down her breasts. Draco felt his jaw drop as she knelt up and rested back on her heels, revealing her blue striped panties. Granger looked up and bit down on her bottom lip.

"What are you doing here?"

"What's wrong Draco? Is this not the image you see when you close your eyes in the dorms? Is this not what you are seeing while your eyes stare at me from across the Great Hall? When you allow Parkinson to fall to her knees and pleasure you…is my face not the one you dwell on? Dream of? Simply tell me, if you can, that I'm lying, and I'll leave. Go on. Say it." Her ring finger found its way into her mouth and she bit down on the pad as she waited.

Draco's face bent and he felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he responded shamefully, "I can't."

"I know," was her soft reply.

"Granger, you can't be here." It was very nearly a question. He put a hand to his forehead willing himself to think straight and took a few steps closer to the bed thinking how to force her to understand how wrong this was.

"I think we are well past formalities, Draco. You tell me to leave, that's the only way I can." Her fingers reached up and her nails skimmed the surface of his neck, leaving his skin tingling. "But I don't think you want to." She grabbed his collar and pulled Draco's face to hers, her lips just nearly touching his.

"I, I'm dreaming."

"Smart boy," her lips come to meet his in a searing kiss, which brought a warmth that spread down to his groin.

"Hermione….I can't," he murmured against her mouth, wanting nothing more than to part her lips with his tongue and die in the moment.

"Then don't. I'm not making you. But, I'm not stopping you either."

With that he plunged his tongue into her mouth and felt, with wicked desire, like he had never felt while kissing anyone before. She tasted so sweet, like some wild concoction of all his favorite things. His left hand flew to her hair while his right dropped to her hip to pull her to her feet, and the sounds coming from somewhere in her soul drove him mad. Her soft kitten sighs combined with sharp lupine growls threw him beyond all sense or reason.

Their tongues battled for domination, over and under, hard and fast, and then slow and gentle. When she broke away he thought he would cry, but when she began kissing the soft hollow of his throat, Draco was hard pressed to remember his own name. His hand fell from its tangle in her hair to cup her breast, stroking his thumb lightly across her hard little nipple through his shirt. She moaned, pulling his collar aside to nip at that sensitive area where his neck became shoulder. Hermione's fingers moved at his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and drawing her arms around his waist. Sharp little nails lightly scratched his stomach and back as her mouth found his own nipple and her soft tongue traced tiny little circles around it. He shuddered as she sucked lightly, drawing his it into her mouth, her hot breath on his chest.

This was insane, but he no more wanted it to stop than he would want his arm chopped off. This was bliss; this was what you were supposed to feel. Not hatred and anger not anguish. One hand on her shapely breast, one in her lovely hair, the scent of sandalwood flowing through his nostrils, the quick cold intake of air into his lungs as he gasped in pleasure. He could fall into death with her in his arms right now and never feel a regret. And then her hand grasped his swelling erection, squeezing once, twice.

Draco fell to his knees, white lights popping behind the lids he scrunched shut, "STOP, please! No more! I don't…I don't deserve…I can't." Draco pressed his face to her thighs, fingers tightening around her shapely calves. "I can't."

Hermione's tongue clicked softly, "Tsk, tsk, that's a shame." Her thighs moved away and his hands fell to the floor, supporting his still quaking body. When he had the courage to raise his head, Draco saw her leg bouncing lightly off the edge of his snake carved bed frame. Slowly, Draco knelt up and watched as Hermione lazily unbuttoned the shirt, smoothing her hands down her naked breasts, her taut stomach. She pushed down on the bed with her bent leg to arch her back and the delicate eyelashes on her face fluttered as she opened her eyes. The rose pink lips sunk into a pout, "I've told you, I won't make you."

Draco used the bed frame to propel himself up and onto the bed, landing on his knees. The smile that spread across her face was impish and lustful, "That's what I thought."

She grabbed his neck and pulled his face to hers. Draco shed his shirt trying not to stop kissing her till he ran out of breath. When he finally did, he leaned back to look at her, "What do you want from me?"

A soft chuckling sound escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes, "I should think that was obvious." Hermione's hands worked at this belt and pants zipper, nimbly ridding him of the last of his clothes. "Do you want me?" Chilly fingers tugged at the waistband of his boxer shorts. Warm amber pools of golden brown stared up into grey winter frost, and Draco licked his lips. "Tell me, Draco." Her hand grazed down his stomach, yanking the boxers down his thighs as the other pushed her torso up off the bed.

"Hermione. God, I've wanted you for so long." Her fingers found his white blonde pubic hair and as she tangled them in it, she pulled gently, causing him to gasp, "So fucking long! I've dreamed you." She smiled bent slowly to take him in her mouth. He saw nothing but her hair, but he felt he mind-blowing warmth and sweet wetness of her tongue.

"GREAT…MER…MERLINS….SSS….B….EARD!"

He felt her chuckle, the effect causing a gentle hum in the back of her throat sending intense vibrations through his dick. "Lord! Mione, Stop! STOP!" His panting caused her to pull away, a sucking pop preceding a confused look. "I had to stop you," Blushing vibrantly, Draco swallowed and looked away embarrassed, "I was going to cum."

Blowing up on her bangs, Hermione sighed, "That was kind of the idea."

"But if I cum in your gorgeous mouth….how can I fuck you until you scream my name?"

Hermione's eyes widened, "OH! Right! Huh? Well played." She bit her lips to hold back a grin. He finally made her blush, the pink spreading prettily to her cheeks and down her breasts. He kicked his boxers to the floor.

"Come here!" Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled to drop her on her back. "These need to go." Hooking his fingers in her panties, he pulled, popping the thin strings that held them on the left. Then, bending, he used his sharp teeth to rip the right side. Draco pulled them from underneath her, feeling the front soaked with her wetness. Gently, he slid a finger into her, finding Hermione drenched and ready for him.

Leaning up, she made to pull off his school shirt and tie. "No." A hand shot out to stop her, "Leave it on." The other hand he used to stroke her clit, slipping yet another finger inside. Feeling rather like a voyeur, Draco grinned as he watched her writhe. His dick was so hard it throbbed painfully. Draco worked her gently with his fingers for a minute more, and then pulled his hand away, pausing to flick her nub lightly with his thumb. He delighted to hear Hermione's moan of disappointment as she propped up on her elbow. Brown eyes glowed begging for more, but Hermione flushed, watching him suck his fingers clean of her. Draco smiled and pulled her up, sitting back onto his heels. He held her suspended over his penis, teasing her with the tip, "Beg me."

Hermione tangled her fingers in his hair and brought her lips to his ear, whispering, "Please…"

Draco brought Hermione down and impaled her on his 9 and ½ inches, hearing her hiss. He grinned noticing her knees didn't even reach the mattress, she was so tiny. They moved together, pent up feelings finally finding a constructive outlet. He bucked his hips, finding a pleasurable rhythm and heard the tiny intakes of breath she made, supplemented by whisper soft, "ooh's." The sounds spurred his need to make her move her hips hard, he dug his fingers into her bottom and moved her himself.

His breath came harsh and fast as he buried his face between her breasts, "I am going to cum. And I need you to cum with me!"

She exhaled, "Draco!" wrapping her arms around his head. Licking his fingers, he dropped them to her clit and rubbed in tiny quick circles, varying the pressure till he felt her insides tremble around him. Sharp fingernails scraped his scalp, "YES!" As she came, her inner walls clenched, causing his release. Draco pumped a few final thrusts, clutching himself to Hermione's chest as though the thing he never knew he was missing had returned to him.

"I have never felt like that," he whispered, drawing breath, "Is that what making love feels like, Hermione? Hermione?" Something suddenly seemed very wrong. Her body tensed in his grasp and Draco was struck with a fear to look up. A sudden wetness on his arm drew his eye. Blood? Lifting his head, his grey eyes moved up her breasts, the blood on his tie and her neck, lips streaming ruby, tears glistening in her emotionless eyes. Hermione's pale lips quivered, the drips running down her chin and falling on his shirt. Her bruised and battered body so like the crumbled state his aunt left her in.

"Please…kill me."

She was begging for death.

He couldn't breathe.