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OK, chapter 3! And some of that Draco Malfoy hotness that was promised! Oh yum, couldn't you just eat him up? If only I could have him for a few minutes... And just to be clear, I'm a Dramione shipper, not a Felston shipper. I heart Draco, not Tom. Anyway, I saw this thing on Facebook, it was a picture of Snape and Lily, and the caption thingy was a woman saying that she accidentally said "Severus!", while in bed with her honey, and instead of freaking out, he went along with it, and after that he'd play HP with her all the time. So... How can I get my honey to do that? If I "accidentally" said Draco, he'd more than likely kick me out of bed, soooo, if you have any ideas, let me know. Anyway, on with the chapter...

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Hermione was cleaning up in the kitchen after supper. She had been back for almost two weeks. The Safe House that she was currently residing at was located not very far from Hogwarts, and Hermione felt safe there. Members of the Order were in and out all the time; as many as fifteen people sometimes would be living there at once. The war was raging on, and losses to both sides were significant. The latest battle had claimed the lives of four Death Eaters, but it had cost them Kingsley Shacklebolt. They hadn't even been able to give him a proper burial, only a hastily dug grave and a crude cross, marking the final resting place of one of the best Aurors who had ever fought for the Order.

She missed Ron and Harry. The two of them were off on a mission regarding the latest Horcrux, Rowena Ravenclaw's lost Diadem. This was the first time they had been separated since she had got back, and although she was reluctant to be apart from them, Hermione had decided to sit this one out, opting instead to rest and do more research on the remaining two Horcruxes, Harry and Nagini. They still hadn't figured out what they were going to do to extract it from Harry, and they had no idea how to get close enough to Nagini to kill her without Voldemort knowing. Ugh. Just thinking about Nagini made Hermione want to throw up. She shook her head, trying to get her thoughts to turn in a different direction and dried another plate and put it in the cupboard.

"Why aren't you using magic to do that, Granger?" Hermione whirled around to see Draco looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Ever since he had rescued her, he had taken to following her around, never straying too far from her side. She didn't mind too much; she figured he was just lonely, but sometimes his insufferable ego was just too much, and they'd find themselves reverting back to their school days and bickering back and forth.

"Just because I have magic doesn't mean that I'm going to be lazy and not do anything for myself, Malfoy. Besides," she said, almost as an afterthought, "it gives me something to do with my hands, and keeps my mind busy from thinking about other things."

Draco understood the part about keeping busy to keep the mind from wandering. She would probably be suffering from the stress of her ordeal for the rest of her life. They were all suffering from this war in their own ways. Just a week prior, he had been forced to take the life of his own childhood best friend, Vincent Crabbe. Crabbe had been surprised to see Draco at the battle, thinking him dead for so long, but his confusion had quickly turned to anger at realizing that his former friend had turned traitor, and before the brutish boy could finish the curse that would end Draco for good, Draco quickly sent his own curse and Crabbe's lifeless body fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, forever displaying the final emotion of shock from dying at the hand of the boy that he had so loyally followed for so many years.

Draco noticed that Hermione was staring at him, and realized that she must have said something else. "What was that, Granger?"

"I only asked if you were alright," she said softly. "You seemed to be a million miles away for a moment."

Embarrassed at being caught in a moment of weakness, even if it was in his own head, he flashed her a sneaky smirk, and said in a low voice, "I was just thinking that I knew of a few other ways for you to keep your mind busy." He waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way, which made Hermione blush a shade of red that rivaled even the Weasleys.

"You can just keep those thoughts to yourself, Malfoy. Whatever it is that you do to distract yourself on your own time is your own business. Now, I'll make some tea, and you change the subject." She turned to put water in the kettle, and set it on the stove.

Draco watched her as she reached up into the cupboard, her shirt riding up and exposing an expanse of soft creamy skin. He swallowed, and again trying to catch her off guard, he said, "Well, your hair is looking particularly wild tonight, Granger."

She turned to face him again with a look of astonished anger on her face. "Okay, I see that we still can't be completely civil with one another, so if you have nothing better to say to me other than how awful my hair looks tonight, I'll advise you to go amuse yourself elsewhere!"

Smirking at her, he shook his head. "Not awful, Granger. Wild." His smirk grew wider. "Your hair always looks as though you've just been thoroughly shagged. It's extremely sexy."

"Wha- er, I- um, I- Malfoy! I'll have you know that I have never-" Completely flustered, she was unable to finish her sentence.

"I know you haven't, Granger." He bit his lip and looked her up and down with blatant desire in his eyes. "That's the part that brings the whole fantasy together."

"Fantasy? You have a fantasy about me?" she squeaked.

"Of course I do, Granger. You're hot as fuck. Want to hear it?" he asked her, moving closer to her so she had to back herself up a couple of steps to gain some personal space.

"I… No!" she said; her pulse sped up, and she turned herself so her back was to him. This was totally unfamiliar to her, and she didn't know how to respond to the way that the boy who up until just recently, had treated her so badly for almost ten years, was acting towards her now.

He ignored her protest and moved even closer, pressing himself against her, grasping her hips, and rubbing himself against her bum. He ran his hands up her sides, lightly brushing against the sides of her breasts and stopping at her shoulders. He moved her hair to the side and spoke into her ear, "In my fantasy, you, the virgin Gryffindor Princess, come to me, the Slytherin Sex God, and ask me to teach you everything I know about sex." He ghosted his lips down her neck, to the sensitive skin at the bottom, and bit gently. At her gasp, he continued, "First, I would teach you to come undone around my fingers." He slipped his hand down across her belly, and down to the hem of her skirt, sliding his hand up the smooth skin of her thigh, dragging the material with it, and started rubbing her through her lacy knickers.

Hermione couldn't breathe. Her mind was screaming for her to run as far away from him as she could, that there was no way that this could end well. But her body moved on its own accord, moving her hips in time with his hand and pressing back into him, trying to get closer to the heat that was emanating from his body. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear the kettle whistling, but as he continued his ministrations, tea was long forgotten.

"I'd have you screaming my name, Granger, begging me for more." His hand slipped under her knickers, and pressed into her wet heat. He let his middle finger drag slowly against her clit, and her body shuddered in his arms. She let out a small moan when he dipped that same finger into her moist folds, and plunged it deep inside of her. Her knees buckled and the arm that was holding her tightened, keeping her from dropping to the floor. He thrust his finger into her at an agonizingly slow pace, and just when he felt her begin to shudder, he continued, "Next, I would teach you to come from just my tongue." As he said this, he withdrew his hand from her sopping panties, and turned her to face him. His steely grey eyes burned into hers as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices from them. He growled low in his throat. "You taste so fucking good."

He lifted her to sit on the countertop, fitting himself in between her thighs, and she could feel his rock hard erection straining against the cloth barriers between them. He cupped her face in his hands, and more gently than she ever thought was possible for him, he pressed his lips to hers. His tongue licked at the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth granting him access, and he deepened the kiss, both of their tongues fighting for dominance. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and looked into her honey brown eyes again, his own turning the shade of molten silver as he spoke in a voice deep and husky with desire, "Then I would teach you to come around my cock." He gripped her hips so tightly she fleetingly thought it might bruise, and he rutted up against her shamelessly, biting his bottom lip, trying to keep in the feral growl from escaping his throat, but not quite succeeding. "You would beg me not to stop, never to stop, as you explode in orgasm, again and again."

Hermione finally found her voice, and panting a little, she quietly asked, "And where in this fantasy do you remember that you are a pureblood and I am a Muggle-born, and according to you, it's wrong for us to be together?"

"That part, love, never comes. That doesn't matter anymore. I've switched sides; I'm fighting for Good now, fighting for you. I'm just a wizard, and you're just a witch, who finally have nothing to come between them to get what they want. And I want you, Granger. All of you. And although I may not believe in all the Blood prejudices anymore, I'm still a Malfoy, and Malfoys always get what they want." With that his lips crashed back down to hers, not waiting for her response.

"Hermione, we're back, but Harry's hurt, we need you to… What the bloody hell? Get the fuck off of her, Malfoy!"

Ron.

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Ahhh! I'm such a tease! I really like this chapter, and I hope that you guys do too. Let me know what you think!