collection of my Harry Potter favorites

by PotterGirl222

this is a collection of my favorite harry potter fanfics, and NONE ARE MINE! these are all written by other authors and i give them complete credit! hope you enjoy these ; please give suggestions if you have any! **last update: 7/26/10**

16. Chapter 16

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I Don't Have To Love You

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She wanted nothing more for the teasing to stop. He constantly found things to throw in her face and it frustrated her so much. Tonight was no exception. Draco Malfoy, the Sex God of Slytherine House, their beloved Prince, sat with his two goons Crabbe and Goyle, and his best friend Blaise Zabini.

Hermione had been on her way back from Hagrid's with her compadres. She was laughing with the two, her fingers laced with Ron's, coming up the front walk when they saw the four Slytherins out front.

"Evening, Mudblood, Weasel, Potty-head." Blaise greeted the three cheerfully, his hateful comment had long since worn down and the trio were now desensitized to such labels.

"If it isn't the Golden Trio. I see you've managed to make it back before curfew." Draco's voice dripping with hateful poison.

"I see you're clearly up to no good." Hermione commented, trying to push herself past Draco, wanting to catch up with the boys once more. Draco grabbed her arm, spinning her to face him, and pulling her into his lap.

"You know, Granger. I would be more than happy to make you scream louder than Weaselby ever dreamed he could do for you." His smooth hand rubbed lightly on her inner thigh.

"Are you sure your hand won't fall off after touching me, Malfoy?" Her warm chocolate eyes met with his eyes. Why does everyone call his eyes cold and stormy? They aren't cold, nor stormy. I see pools of melted silver. Beautiful eyes of silver. Hermione shook her head violently, realizing she didn't catch a word of what he had said during her thoughts.

"- I know how to please a woman, Granger." What he was saying, mixed with her thoughts was creating a blush on her cheeks. Thats when her hand struck his face.

"Shut it, Malfoy. I will NOT tolerate such abuse from you. You're very lucky I don't turn you in for molestation!" She freed herself from his grasp and caught up with the boys. My body is still warm from his touch. Her lower body was throbbing. She was actually turned on by what that jerk did.

"You two go ahead. I'm going to stop by the library and get a head's up on an essay." The boys left her there, free to her thoughts and her mind.

She went to the darkest, back corner of the library and sat on the table. She leaned her back against the wall, propping one leg up on the table, allowing the other to hang off the side. Her fingers began running up and down her thigh, the way Draco had done it earlier. She could feel the throbbing becoming intense, her lower region getting wet. She heard a thud and quickly hopped off the table.

"Fuck." She recognized the voice vaguely, but couldn't for the life of her put a face with it. Might as well go now, she knows I am here. She steeped back against the wall, trapped. It was Malfoy.

"Did I get you all hot, Granger?" He came forth, putting a hand on her waist.

"Go away, Malfoy."

"That's no way to act. And here I was, coming to assist you. So my for my graciousness."

"I don't believe you're capable of helping anyone but yourself."

"That's not always true. Sometimes even I can't help myself." His eyes seemed to flash in the dark, bring her attention to his eyes. There was an emotion there she had never seen directed at her. I'm in trouble here, I have to get away. That was all she could think ans he trapped her in place. His hand brought her's to the stiff bulge in his pants. "You did it, Granger. Now fix it."

She was scared, shocked, and intrigued at the same time. "Are you going to rape me, Malfoy?"

"I won't have too. Soon I'll have you begging for it. I'm willing to bet."

She would never want it from him, and she knew it. "You can try, but I'll never beg for the likes of you."

With this consent, she jumped back up on the table, invited him to try his best. His lips met hers, his hands went straight to working on her thighs. He's skilled... I have to keep control of myself or I lose. Oh no, if I lose, he gets my first! Ron! She pulled away, pushing Draco off her.

"I can't play your game, Malfoy."

"You already consented to the game, Granger."

"I have too much to lose to you. And Ron."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Now sit back and take your punishment."

"No!" She pushed him off, and made for the door. He caught her around her waist.

"You're only going to make things worse."

"I'm going to tell Ron!"

"Tell him what? That you gave in and let me kiss you? That you accepting my challenge. Go ahead, tell him that you agreed to our deal. Tell him that if I make you beg, you've consented to sex with me. I'm sure he'll welcome you back with open arms at the end of the night, once he tastes my cum on your body." The graphic image repulsed her, but she knew Draco was right. She couldn't tell Ron. He'd leave her for good.

"I still don't want to play your game."

"If you back out now, I'll tell Weaselby myself what you did." Her face showed the horror of his ultimatum. "If you don't beg for it, I'll let you go and tonight will be our dirty little secret, but for now, you have to play like a good little girl." His hands pushed her on the desk, his lips working to her neck, his left hand on her breast.

Her shirt was open, his kisses now on her colar bone, his hand playing at the cotton of her underwear. She moved slightly, her defenses were weakening. His fingers brushed it, her sensitive button. She jumped a little at the slight touch. "Hmm... a little sensitive, Granger?" His fingers rubbed her, successfully soaking her pink and white stripped panties. His fingers pushed the cotton garment aside, allowing himself within her folds. One finger slid up, then a second. "Are you a virgin, Granger? You're very tight. This'll be a memory for you." His fingers worked in her, his lips on a now unclothed nipple. Her hips were rising to meet his hand, soft moans escaping her lips. "Do you give in, Granger?"

"Nnn-no. I won't."

"Have it your way. You're making things terribly hard on yourself." His fingers began pumping her more vigorously, her moans coming a little stronger now. He felt her hand at his crotch, slowly stroking through the fabric. "Are you sure you don't want to give in? Last chance before I really try."

"Are you getting impatient, Malfoy?"

Malfoy spread her legs farther, bringing his face to her most prized secrets. She felt first his lips on her clit, then his tongue. He rubbed up and down, in and out with his tongue. Her moans were more persistent, and much stronger now. Her hips bucking to his face. She could tell the smirk of satisfaction was on his face, his hands now gripping her hips, pulling her closer to his lips. He sucker her clit hungrily, licking her fiercely.

"Mmmm... Fuck... No." Hermione bit her lips, in hopes to muffle herself.

"Hermione, just give in." He muttered, returning to her lower lips full force. "You just have to say my name, and I'll put you out of your misery."

"Nnnnnn-No." was all she could manage to say. He hit her spot just right, her body went rigid, her lower half throbbing and pounding, she went into wave after wave of pleasurable convulsions. "Fuck... No... DRACO!" She immediately slapped a hand over her mouth,hoping he didn't hear. He was still licking her, cleaning her juices from her lips. "You lose." He unsheathed his cock, rubbing its head against her moist lips. "Draco, please... be gentle." There were tears rolling down her cheeks. I'm so sorry, Ron. I tried to be strong. His lips came to hers softly, his hand wrapped in her hair. "You'll love it." He whispered, placing a reassuring kiss to her lips, he gently and slowly pushed into her. Her lips parted and a soft cry came out.

"Shhh... it'll be ok soon." Draco's words were soft, encouraging and comforting. Draco slowly pushed farther in. Inch by inch, he was fully in her. "See, Hermione. I'm in you now." He began to retract from her just a tad, then pushed back in.

"It hurts..."

"Shh... It'll be over soon." His hand graced her face for just a moment, as he slowly built up speed. He was at full speed now, pounding her as hard and deep as he could. All pain she felt was soon just a bad dream as new pleasure found her. He was pulling her hips closer to him with each forceful thrust. His free hand grabbed her hand, guiding it to her clit. "Rub yourself." He instructed. She soon found an old pleasure mixed with her new found sensations would equal to those same convulsions. This time he came with her, he pulled out in just enough time to cream all over her breasts.

She lay there, legs spread open, clothes skewed aside, her cunt was dripping, and her breasts were covered in Draco's potion.

"Fuck, Granger. It's never been that tight." Draco was struggling to catch his breath, his cock still throbbing and leaking some late swimmers.

"Draco. I..." She had tears pouring down her cheeks. Draco held her to him, his hand rubbing her shoulder. " I don't know what to do... Ron... You... There's no love here..."

"Hermione, you don't have to love me. Hell, you don't have to like me. But we did what we did, and you have to admit you loved that. Tell Ron whatever story you want. Just don't let it escape that I fucked you." Draco began redressing himself.

"Why are you so cold? You just got my virginity. I lost it to someone who hates me. My boyfriend will dump me when he finds out."

"That sounds like a problem for him. You're a great catch, smart, beautiful, great body, tight pussy. Your breasts are amazing. If he leaves you, thats his loss."

"He'll leave because I am not a virgin."

"Then he's petty and selfish."

"But..." Draco's lips smashed against her's.

"Draco..." Her tears subsided, her hand on the side of his face. "I..."

"Don't hate me as much as you thought?" She shook her head, confirming his statement. "It's the hormones. You're emotional right now... You just lost your virginity, you did it while cheating on your boyfriend. You had a good time with me, and you enjoyed the sex. That's all it is... Don't trick yourself into believing you love me. Get dressed and go back to your common room."

"Is this it? No more for us?"

"You're a great fuck, but I don't want you around. See you. Good luck with Weaselby."

That was when he left her, her sobbing had restarted, and he had to admit, it pained him inside, but there was no way he'd get romantically involved with a mudblood, and as the Slytherine Prince he would never date a Gryffindor. Though he wished he could change all those circumstances, because he found, he actually liked her inside.

I Don't Need You, I Want You

By: ~ Cry . To . The . Wind ~

Hermione stood and stretched out all her sleeping kinks. She was just waking up on a glorious Saturday. She was to be going to Hogwarts a day early as Headgirl. She lifted her hands high, raising her night gown up to an inch below her rear.

She didn't find herself gorgeous. She had never tried to be. But she never thought of herself as ugly. She felt comfortable in her appearance and she felt comfortable in her single lifestyle. Sure, it got lonely seeing the other students hugging and kissing. And after her last breakup with Ron, she had to admit it hurt a little when she saw him snogging some pretty girl. She usually felt a little down about herself then. But Ginny, the ever amazing friend she was, always made her feel better with a make over. They could go to the parties and stuff in the common room and guys would always glance at Hermione.

She now stood at a record -for her at least- 5 feet 4 inches tall. Her chestnut hair fell in soft curls and ringlets to her waist. Over her last summer at home, she'd gotten her nipples pierced. She could thank her muggle friends Kendra and Sarah for that idea. Her belly had long since been pierced - another thing to thank the muggle friends for.

She had filled out in all the right places over the summer before her seventh year. She was curvy and blessed, yet slim and toned. She showered and dried her hair, pulling it back loosely. She pulled on her green and white striped bikini cut panties, and her blue jeans followed. There were holes in the top of the thighs and in the knees, there were mulitple paint splotches of all different colors from where she played paintball with her neighbors. Her mom really hated these and begged Hermione to throw them away, but she hated throwing them out. They were her favorite pair and the most comfortable. She pulled her belt through the loops, and latching the buckle that was those old seat belt clips you saw in older cars.

Her bra was the same color and pattern as her panties, and they were padded with some extra lift. She never felt ashamed of her body, but she was a tad bit embarrassed of the smaller size of her 32 B breasts. Her boyfriends never said anything, but she knew that was their only complaint about her, aside from her not going all the way with any of them.

She pulled on a black spaghetti strap shirt. It was form fitting and showed her cleavage well. She pulled on her white zip up hoodie. She put on a dab of make up, just a little eye liner and powder. She was never a huge fan of make up. She felt it was a little too shallow for girls to worry so much about how perfect their skin was.

"Hermione Elizabeth Anne Granger!" Her mother was impatient, yelling from the bottom of the stairs. Hermione threw the rest of her make up into her purse and ran out the door. She was overly excited to be getting back to Hogwarts. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she kissed her father good bye.

"You have your toothbrush?" He asked her.

"Yes, Daddy." She smiled and blew his worrying off. He always did this in such a fatherly way.

"Floss?" He pressed the oral hygeine farther. He was, after all, a dentist.

"Yes. And mouthwash. And my whitening strips. I have everything Dad. I'll be back for christmas!" She hugged him one last time and another peck on the cheek.

Her mother and her ran out the door, riding to the train station. When they arrived, she kissed her mother and grabbed her trunk and purse, making sure to remember and grab her book that she kept in the car for traveling. It was her new most favorite out of her top three. She made sure she had everything and waved as her mother drove off.

She passed through the barrier to Platform 9 and 3/4. The scarlet engine stood before her, mighty and proud as always. She took a moment to look around the normally crowded platform. She imagined it as it will be tomorrow. All the chaos that will take place, imagining it brought a smile to her lips.

Draco looked out the window. A girl had found her way onto the platform wearing muggle clothing. He didn't recognize her, but he was oddly intrigued. She had amazing curves, yet was petite and slim. She handed her trunk over to the platform help loading the train, then stepped up into the compartment, a nostalgic smile graced her face.

Hermione recognized him immediately, groaning inwardly. Draco Malfoy was Head Boy. This was going to be a miserable year. All her hopes fluttered away and reality set into her stomach like a load of bricks being dumped.

Something must have upset her. Draco had noticed the alluring smile drop, and the shine left her eyes. Her warm, chocolate eyes. Warm and.. familiar. Where had he met her before. He was sure she was a muggle, but even more so, how would he forget curves like those.

She took a seat across from him and crossed her legs. She looked down, a small yet thick book now held her attention. She didn't glance back up to him once, despite his intense stare.

"Ok you two." Professor McGonagall stepped into the car, causing both occupants to jump in shock. She had a stern look on her face, it seemed permanently set on her face. It was even there when she smiled. "We're having you come in early to welcome the students. But we need to give you a new tour of the areas that are now open for you to access. This is also for you to decorate and arrange your common room as you see fit. I assume with you two, you'll be fighting nonstop over it so you'll need the extra time."

Draco shifted his eyes from McGonagall to the still unrecognized girl. It'd help him out if she was wearing anything that showed her house.

"What we need for you two to do is once we arrive to the school, go to your room and unpack, come down for dinner, then afterwards, you'll get your tour, then you are free to decorate and arrange. Please don't argue too much." With that, McGonagall turned and left the room as briskly as she came.

Who would I need to be told not to argue with? A Gryffindor, a Hufflepuff.. hell even Ravenclaws. We fight with everyone.. who is this? I should know.. I'll stupify myself when I remember.

She could feel his gaze bearing down on her the rest of the trip. He never spoke though. He simply observed, memorizing her every feature, every curve, every sun freckle. He scanned her so deep that she was sure if she met his eyes he'd peer right back into her brain.

They climbed off the train and into their carriage pulled by the thestrals. by now it was too dark for Hermione to read, so she busied herself by staring out the window as the carriage wound up the path to her home away from home. She just wished she could distract her mind from his stare. She felt uncomfortable, naked, under his stare.

They reached their room, a beautiful portrait of a little blonde haired, brown eyed girl sitting on an older rope swing. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap summer dress with small green checker pattern. Vines ran down the ropes, and she appeared to be in a garden of some sort with a white gazebo behind her. A small white ferret was curled up on her lap. Hermione had the first true smile on her face since being with Malfoy when she looked up at the portrait.

Dumbledore stood next to the two, that all-knowing twinkle permanently placed in his eyes. "Your portrait's password is ' La paix naît dans l'unité ' please be in the great hall in thirty minutes for dinner." With that Dumbledore gave them a playful wink and walked from them, leaving them to their own.

The little girl smiled sweetly, looking at Draco and Hermione. She gave a sweet giggle as she opened for the two to enter.

Hermione was amazed at the size of this common room. There were two desks with a desk lamp and small desk chair each, a full size couch, two recliners, a smaller loveseat, a glass top coffee table, two small bookcases, and 6 doors.

The door immediately to their left had the word Library elegantly carved into it. Hermione opened it and saw it led directly into the Restricted Section of the Library. She snickered to herself. No more need to break rules for Harry and Ron to find information in the library. The door straight to the front of the entrance had nothing carved into it, but upon Hermione's inspection, it was a bathroom. A HUGE bathroom. Further exploration leads to finding a room for her, one for Draco, one that led to the Gryffindor Common room, and the last door led to what Hermione could only assume was the Slytherin Common Room.

She led herself into the room that had Head Girl carved into it and began to unpack. She finished in record time and went out to the common room to place her personal books on a bookcase. Draco would just have to deal with the other one.

What a firm, round ass. I'd love to spank that. Draco couldn't help staring at her as she placed her books on the shelf. She stood, turning to look at him. Her lips parted and he focused intently on their movement. Such full, succulent lips. He could almost picture them wrapping around a certain member of his anatomy. He could feel his pants tighten, but he noticed her strange glance.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Huh? What? Sorry.. Can you repeat that?" He was back on track. Her disapproving glance was enough to show she was not the slightest bit pleased or impressed. She shifted her weight to her right side, propping her right arm on her hip. Her curves were driving him crazy.

".. Hello!" He had strayed again.

"What's your name?" He asked point blank. She was at a loss. She dropped her arm, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. She was expecting a snappy retort, or a mean comment but to her surprize, he didn't even recognize her in the slightest.

"If you don't remember me, then why should I tell you?" The wheels were turning and he could tell they were about to begin a game of cat and mouse. She was going to play hard to get and dammit, it was going to work in her favor. He'd chase her to the end of the world and back to figure her out.

"I keep feeling like I know you, like we have a history, like we should have a future, and that I should hate myself for not remembering a pretty face like yours."

She wasn't expecting that. He was being so flattering, charming, suave and debonair. She could see why the girls easily fell to his bed. He could swoon any girl he wanted, but she was going to play this out.

"We do have a history. We don't have a future.. and you should hate yourself for forgetting me." She was being blunt; giving that she had been insulted, her spiteful tone had cut him sharp in his gut. It almost hurt him. "Lets go eat."

They went down and ate in silence. Dumbledore took them on their tour. They had finished their night and were getting comfortable decorating their common room together.

"Are you ever going to tell me your name?" He was mildly curious as they were deciding between cherry oak or cedar wood for the furniture.

"Nope. Figure it out for yourself." She was being short with him.

"Will you tell me what house you're in?"

"Nope. That makes it too easy."

"You're either a girl I've slept with, or a girl that hates me, or a girl that wants to sleep with me."

"Or any Combination of the above." Her comment was fast, witty. Too witty. I should know who she is.

"So you do want to bed me."

"Or is it you that wants to bed me?"

Draco was stunned. He'd never had wit turned on him this easily. She was truly a good match to oppose him. He was going to have fun.

He came close. Close enough for her to smell him, feel his breath, see his chest rise and fall with soft breaths. His warm eyes of melted silver shined under the flickering dim light. They were so glossy, warm, beautiful, and they were drawing her in. She was falling deep into a lusty hypnosis. Playing mind games with Malfoy was dangerous to her health.

"Mal- Dra - ... how should I address you. I've never really openly talked with you before." It seemed more like she was just thinking outloud, but he decided to play on it. He lightly tugged her zipper to her hoodie down, revealing her perky cleavage. He continued the zipper down painstakingly slow, watching her expression in his peripheral vision while taking in the view of her breasts at the same time.

" 'Draco' works fine." He came in close, his breath was warm on her hear lobe, his voice gruff and restrained staying at a low growl. She could almost feel his lips brush the tiiiiiiny body hairs on her earlobe, his intoxicating scent was blurring her sense of reality. She had a red flush coming over her cheeks from their closeness. His trademark smirk immediately plastered to his face.

"What?" She was snapped from her trance by his smug chuckle.

"I haven't bedded you for sure."

"Oh really? Do you remember me yet?" She did the hand on hip thing he loved causing his eyes to shift momentarily to take in her more than generous curves.

"No."

"Then how would you know."

"You're a virgin." Her mouth hung open, she was, for the second time that day, at a loss for words. "Don't worry though," His gruff growl had returned to her ear, "that can easily be taken care of." His hands had found their way to her sides, lazily tracing her hour-glass shape while he lightly nipped at the nape of her neck. To his satisfaction, her body was responding involuntarily. Her arms shot with goosebumps and she visibly shuddered.

"I think that's enough." She went to pull away.

"That's not what your body language says." She had to admit that Draco could probably outdo her when it came to reading body language. She was not well versed in social functions, unlike Draco who was raised in nothing but social life.

"Regardless, my body does not choose my actions."

"Why is that? You trust it to fight your diseases. You trust it to heal itsself. If you can trust it to keep you alive, then why not trust it to make you feel good. Satisfaction is garunteed if you listen to it."

She was trapped. He had managed to back her into a corner. She was trapped between two strong arms and his buff chest.

"Malfoy. I really don't think its a good idea to mingle between us like this." She seemed scared. Too many thoughts were flashing through her mind.

"You're thinking about the things I could do to you." Damn it, he could read her like an open book.

"Of course I am.. it's kind of hard to not think about something when someone is suggesting so much right in front of you."

"You're scared because you really want to try." Oohh, he was good at these mind games. His scent was drowning her again, and she was sure he could read every thought that passed through her mind with his eyes of liquid silver. Was he coming closer? No, it had to be her imagination.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, his lips were on hers, soft yet commanding. He was so dominant, yet he seemed soft in his demands. Before she realized it and could stop it, her body responded for her. Damn her body. She hated it for betraying her. Draco was pleased, she could feel his lips carrying a smile as he kissed her.

Each passing second, the kiss became more needy, more lust driven. She wasn't thinking, her hormones had taken over completely. But it wasn't all bad. He wasn't a terrible guy after all. But he was going to be mad when he realized who she was. She should go about this any way to teach him a lesson. He'd get her virginity, but it was worth it right?

His hands had her pants undone. Her hoodie had found a new home on the floor. Draco had her shirt raised up to expose her flat tummy and the true curves of her hour glass. He had moved down her jaw and neck, and was now making its home on her collar bone. Small hickies forming here and there on their path. She had found her hands entangled in his silky smooth, platinum locks, a few strands falling loose from their swept back positions falling into his eyes. That look was what did her in. He looked so wild and exotic, so hot and fresh. She knew he'd been around, but she was sure she wanted that.

He had pulled her shirt over her head and began massaging her bra-clad breast with his hand while his other free hand held her chin gently forcing her to look up to him. She was drowing. Drowning in the sea of molten silver. Before she had a chance to pull herself from his gaze, his lips were on hers in an intense passionate kiss. It was amazing to her how he would allow himself to a complete and total "stranger" like this.

Her pants were around her ankles. Boy that man could pickpocket any girl he wanted with his sneaky hands. She'd have to watch out for this guy after he found out who she was. She snaked her arms around his neck while he licked her collar bone, his fingers playing at the front of her underwear. She let out the softest, most innocent moan Draco had ever heard in his sexual life. This girl in front of him was not experienced in any sexual way it would seem, to let out a moan at such a light touch. A smile tugged at his lips as he ran his hand through her hair, letting it get lost in her thick, long tresses.

She let her hands roam over his broad chest, toned by his many years on the quidditch team. His shirt was a soft button-down collar shirt that was untucked from his brand-name wizhip jeans. His muscles were easy for her fingers to trace as she explored. Her touches were not explicit, nor were they suggestive. Her touches seemed more exploring and learning, but something told him to not rush her and to let her have her curiosity fulfilled. He opted to watching her face as she touched him. Her eyes were full of fascination, a small but very beautiful smile played on her full lips.

Within a few moments, she was unbuttoning his shirt with uncertainty. He was snapped out of her expressions as he felt her cold hands gliding over his body. His shirt soon joined the other articles of clothing on the floor while her hands worked on the belt for his pants. His lips met her neck as she slid his pants down and let her explore the lump of his boxers from the outside. His light groan was muffled by her neck, but his soft nips on her neck and the growing occupant of his boxers were encouragement and she took it as a good sign. She was even turned on by the small whimper of dissatisfaction as she let go of the contents in his boxers.

He unhooked her bra, being shocked at the nipple rings, yet oddly curious how they would play out. He laid her back on the couch and attacked her newly exposed nipples with his tongue ferociously; his right hand was down her panties, gently rubbing at her slit, every once in a while pressing against her clitoris.

With every dirty image of what they'd look like from a third person point of view running through her mind, plus the attentions her pleasures were receiving from Draco, she grew wetter with every thought. Her eyes squeazed shut and a strangled, surprised sound of ecxtasy erupted from her mouth as he pushed his fingers into her deeply.

She became embarrassed when he removed her panties. She covered herself a little and looked off to the window. For some reason, Draco found this modesty extremely attractive and he placed an assuring kiss to her forehead before he went down and took his mouth to her womanhood. Her eyes squeazed shut from embarrassment. Why did something that felt so good have to be so damn embarrassing. More than that, was he expecting anything in return. That is to say, is she going to be expected to give her first blowjob?

The thought of doing it was repulsive, but the image in her head was amazing to her and she was getting even more turned on than before. She turned back to Draco who had began pumping her with his long slender fingers. He was bringing her close, and he smirked that elegant, smart-ass smirk.

She shivered as he ran his tongue the full length of her slit, being sure to smear her lubrication all around. With one last suck on her clitoris, he stood and in a milisecond he was naked and on top of her between her legs. He leaned over her, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of her nose, a soft understanding smile graced his elegant features, and let his eyes, completely sincere and honestly worried, rest on her's. His look was enough but he wanted to be sure she understood.

"Are you sure you're not going to stop this?" He had learned to keep a blank, indifferent face. If he asked with too much "are you sure?" in his voice, a girl would assume he's trying to get out of it; if he added too little of the same tone, it made it seem like she was obligated to comply after playing that far. He'd learned to let a girl make the choices. Her small nod was enough, but her eyes were worried. "I'll be gentle." Hermione displayed a scared, vulnerable expression that was both adorable and pitiful. Draco felt bad about what he was doing, but knew they both wanted it too. The whole good and bad applied to this one situation.

He pushed in gently, her arms tight around his neck. He kissed her deeply and passionately to distract her from the shredding hymen tissue. Within a few moments, he was at full thrust, burrying his cock to the hilt in her tight, virgin pussy. It felt so good for both over them that their noices were quite obvious to distinguish as heat and sex. He pumped in and out, gently rubbing her clitorus as he went.

He had never fucked such a tiny, girl before; let alone fucking a tight, virgin pussy. He usually preferred girls who knew what they were doing and what they liked, girls who were not shy to express what they liked and what they wanted.

Hermione threw her headback, crying out in a lustful call of desire. Her nails lightly raked down his chest and back. He leaned down and momentarily sucked on one of her exposed nipples, pumping deeply into her. She had never felt sensations like this. She'd tried masturbating, but it was never as good as she hoped and she quickly gave up trying.

One final shove caused Hermione to experience several repetitive waves of pleasure as Draco's throbbing cock was releasing seeds into her tight little cunt. The two were heaving with exhaustion and pleasure. There was a small amount of blood mingled in with the mixture of her cum and his cum that was lightly over-flowing from her pussy.

After the two caught their breath, Draco looked at Hermione and smirked. "So, even I can sleep with Bookworm Granger? I thought you would never be caught dead in bed with the likes of a purebred like me."

"Hormones speak a lot- ... wait.. you knew who I was? Since when?" She was shocked.

"When I was eating you out. You had a look on your face. I just knew. Can't explain it." His arms were firmly bracing him as he leaned over her. "Don't worry, I won't tell Weasel or Potty our little secret." His soft bite on her neck told her if she played along, she would be largely rewarded every night.

"Aren't you upset that you slept with one of the "golden trio?"

"I'd have been more upset, and concerned, if it were one of the other two. But you are a girl, and a fucking gorgeous one at that - pun intended mind you. Do you know what guys would kill to bone a girl with such amazing expressions? You're so innocent and real. I could fuck you all day. Mudblood or not, you're an amazing fuck."

"I'm not sure if thats a compliment or not." She wasn't getting into a happy mood as they coninued their banter.

"Take it as one. It takes a lot of skill or talent to receive that kind of admission from me. Seeing as you are.. was.. a virgin, it has to be talent."

"So you're not upset with fucking a mudblood?"

"I wish you were pure blooded. But that can't be helped can it. But you, you knew who I was before we started, why'd you let me fuck you? Decided you need me so bad you can't live without me?" His comment was playful, but she shot him down.

"I don't need you.. I want you."

I'll Keep You My Dirty Little Secret

By: Cry

A/N:: Just something I was rolling around in my head.

Disclaimer: Don't own.. Don't Sue

She walked into Gryffindor Common Room; the hustle and bustle instantly becoming an ear shattering silence. The rumors had spread throughout the entire school. Her house didn't believe they were true, but they were still teens; and as all teens are, they were naturally attracted to gossip. Hermione didn't much mind the immature remarks. She could deal with the taunting of the kids in the halls.

It's not like she was oblivious to the rumors. On the contrary; she heard every single one so far. The most common one is that the bruises that regularly appeared on her throat and wrists were the results of her sexual adventures. No one honestly believed them to be true. After all, prude little Miss Granger was into THAT kind of behavior? Never. She inwardly smiled to herself as she passed her staring housemates.

Ron sat next to her, gently giving her a light kiss on the forehead. "Mione, don't let these arsewipes bother you. We know it isn't true. And they do, too."

"Thanks, Ron. But I'm really not bothered by petty gossip. It's below me." She smiled as he gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He leaned down and gave his girlfriend a sweet kiss on the lips then turned to walk out of the common room. She smiled and walked up to her dorm room that she had to herself, one of the several perks to being Head Girl.

She began undressing from her school uniform when a familiar, beautiful, eagle owl rapped on her window. She opened the window to let the bird in; but it merely sat on the window sill, its leg outstretched so she could remove the parchment. It only said two words: Back Shelf. Her smile became a smirk. Today's game was just beginning, and she was determined to win.

She changed from her school uniform into her pleated, denim, mini-skirt and a pale, mint green, button down blouse. Her knee-high white leg warmers had mint green fluffy cotton balls attached to the ends of bows on the side of her calves. Her platform mary janes completed her outfit and after clipping a small white butterfly into her hair on the left side, she left to "study for her exams;" Or so she told her friends.

She had gotten to the library and found it void of students; as it usually was when nothing was due anytime in the near future. She strolled near the restricted section, looking for something to pass the time.

A hand wrapped around her waist and her assailant's teeth met the sensitive nape of her neck, one of her favorite places to get attention. The soft moan parted from her lips, lifting a hand to run it through her assailant's hair.

"You got here pretty fast." His growl excited her.

"I know you don't like to be kept waiting." She giggled. She loved this game they played.

"That I don't. You're a good girl, being so obedient."

"Only for you." She gave him a smirk that gave his own a run for his money.

"Only me?" He moved her into the aisle, forcing her against the wall and eliciting a surprised gasp from the much smaller girl. When she nodded her reply, he gave a smirk of satisfaction and leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath made her shiver when he whispered. "Not for the Weasel?" She lightly moaned her reply.

He seemed rather pleased by her answer because he rewarded her with a stinging nip on her earlobe and he commenced licking the new wound, the copper taste of her muddy blood was prominent. Her moan was reassurance that it was a good move.

"My, my, Granger. Aren't we a glutton for punishment?"

"If I like it, it's not very good punishment is it?"

"Then I guess I'll have to practice." He ripped her shirt open, aching to feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin. She let out a shocked gasp as the material easily gave way, buttons popping off every which way. "Damn obstacles. Haven't you learned? So many layers is just pointless, I'm just going to take them off." He put little nips and hickies down her neck and collar bone, his right hand raking down the unattended sight. She welted up almost instantly, small droplets of blood coming to the tops of the new scratches.

He licked his way down to the valley of her breasts. He loved this particular bra. It had a corset tie design on the front that held the cups together on the front; and on the back, instead of the typical hook-n-eye that was found, the bra simply tied like a string bikini. This feature made removal much less time consuming. Her bra was a push up which he loved even more. Her tits were not huge, they were about a medium-large B cup; but her bra made them lift so well and exposed her beautiful cleavage. It aroused him more than anything. He found that when she wore her low-rise jeans with the 3-button front instead of the button/zipper combo and wore this bra, he went mad.

He took in the sight for just a moment before attacking the swell of each breast numerous times, leaving dark bruises and bite marks all over the tops of her breasts. He was rewarded with her writing under him from pleasure and pain, biting onto his tie to keep from moaning out loud. He loved that sight too: Hermione biting his tie. It was erotic and wild to him, showing him just how much control she lost around him. But the show was only just starting.

He forcefully smashed his lips upon hers, biting her enough to draw blood from her swollen bottom lip. She moaned into his mouth, his kiss distracting her from the cold air that teased her recently exposed nipple. His hands came up, gently massaging each breasts, Hermione's soft sighs of pleasure were lost in his mouth as their tongues danced a secret war dance for dominance that only these two shared. He pinched both nipples unexpectedly and gave them firm, half twists, causing her to cry out into their kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her weight supported against the wall by the pressure he exerted against her. Her groin was warm, and she was grinding into his waist, aching to soothe the need for more contact.

He knew what she was wanting, but she was going to have to beg him for it. She was going to have to beg him for the fucking she was craving. She was going to have to beg like the dirty, mudblood, slut that she was.

"Mmm… Mal.. nnn.. foy…" her voice was pure ecstasy for him, his member growing hard in the heat of her groin.

He moved them, laying her against the table. He took a nipple into his mouth, biting on it loosely, then flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. He dug his fingernails into her shoulders as he rocked his groin against hers, causing her to buck against him.

She clawed at his back, quickly growing tired of his shirt being in the way of his glorious body. She ripped it from him, tearing it every which way until it came off. Her frustration amused him, but her hunger turned him on.

He was yearning for attention, and he had sure earned his pay. He reached down, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. When he leaned back on the table, she immediately knew and was happy to oblige. She slid his boxers and pants to his knees, allowing his hard, throbbing dick to spring to attention before her.

She skillfully handled him, having had much practice with his likes and dislikes. Her hand rose and fell with alternating speeds, her own centre growing wetter with every groan he rewarded her with. She was on all fours beside him, allowing him a perfect up skirt of her love box.

He smirked as he saw the emerald green thong with the silver snake connecting the sides and back together to make the "T" shape. He had given her that thong the second time he fucked her. She wore it every meeting since, knowing that when he saw the do-goody Gryffindor Princess in his house colors he lost some marbles.

He stroked her thong-clad pussy, the final prize he wanted. He could see her medium-length, brown pubic curls coming out the side. He never minded the way a girl kept her pubes as long as she was well groomed and clean. Hermione kept hers trimmed, but on the longer side; which suited him just fine, it made her seem more innocent and uncharted. His gentle strokes had her purring with pleasure and she rewarded him with a few laps of her tongue against the tip of his cock. Merlin, this slut was too sexy when she licked and sucked cock; he had to fight not to explode in her mouth just from looking at her.

"Mmmm.. Draco.. please.."

"Hmm?" He smiled his coy smile, "Please what?"

"You know.." a light blush came over Hermione.

"Make you explode on my tongue?" She nodded and he chuckled. "I'll give you the best orgasm your pussy ever let you experience, as long as you do something for me." She hated his bartering. Why couldn't he just be generous for once? He sat up, whispering in her ear, "Talk dirty for me today. Beg me to eat your pussy, plead for me to fuck you like no other man has ever done. Beg for me to rock your world. I want you to be graphic for me." With each sentence, his fingers pumped into her vagina harder, causing her to groan as he spoke. She flushed an embarrassed and shy blush. "If you talk dirty to me, I will rock your world, you little minx. Just tell me to eat your pussy. You can beg or you can demand. But get vulgar for me." His fingers felt amazing burying deep into her wetness. She cried out as he hit her g-spot, her pussy growing wet against his skilled fingers. He had an inward smirk as she forced the courage.

"Malfoy.. nn.. please… merlin… gaaa… please eat my hot, tight, wet, pussy!" She cried out, embarrassed at her sentence, but was almost instantly pleased as he pulled the thong down with his teeth and plunged his tongue in through her slit. Her pussy was very wet, completely ready for him; and he was so hard, dying to plunge into her and take her like he did every time. He loved the taste of her juices, the cry of pleasure she emitted, her shy, vulgar sentences, he loved her vagina throbbing around his fingers, his dick, and his tongue.

Hermione loved how his tongue moved around her clitoris. She moaned and cried out thinking about how much she loved reaching her peak when Malfoy was the one causing it. He knew just what to do to make her whole body react. His tongue was skillful; she soon reached her pinnacle and fell over, screaming out as her orgasm flooded her. Her juices spilled onto his tongue. He lapped at her happily, more than willing to clean her up. Her cum was like the prize in the Cracker Jack box, he was careful to never waste a drop of it.

"What does my slut want from me?" He cooed, making her shiver. "Be vulgar." He reminded her.

"I want.." her sentence trailed into an incoherent sentence.

"I'm sorry?"

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY TIGHT HOLE SO HARD! I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR THICK, JUICY COCK! I WANT YOU TO SLAM INTO MY PUSSY SO DEEP AND HARD THAT I WON'T KNOW MY OWN NAME!" She was beyond being shy. She wanted his cock and she was going to get it one way or the other.

Draco complied, bending her over and thrusting himself in to the hilt causing her to cry out; his fingers had gripped her waist, his nails digging in and causing blood to rise to the surface.

"Merlin, Hermione, your pussy's even tighter!"

"Mmmm… do you love it?"

"You know I always love your tight, hot cunt when it's dripping for me." He slammed himself in repeatedly; every moan she let out brought him closer to his final moment. "Play with your clit like the slut you are." She was all too eager to comply, her fingers seeking out her sensitive button. Draco spread her ass cheeks apart as he rammed her hard and deep.

"Oooo… fuck, yeah… mmm.. Draco.. nn" she couldn't keep her mind straight, she could only cry out as she felt her peak rising. "I'm so…nngg.. close.." Her fingers were getting desperate on her clitoris, her pace getting faster as they continued their rhythmic dance of ecstasy.

With one final powerful thrust, both participants fell to a heap against the cold library desk. A violent orgasm made them tremble and Draco rode it out a bit more slowly, his seed spilling out and filling her fully. Panting rapidly, their chests rising and falling with their desperate gasps to control their airflow, and their bodies' orgasmic pulses slowing and fading out, Draco withdrew from her soaked love box, their mixed juices slightly spilling out.

The pair quickly dressed and with a final look, Draco smiled to her. "I wonder how Weaselby would react if he ever caught us…" It wasn't really a question for her. More like, he was humoring a sick, twisted fantasy out loud.

"Don't worry." She cooed, gripping his tie and pulling him close; allowing her arms to circle his neck. "I'll keep you my dirty little secret." She gave a seductive whisper and placed a sweet-tasting, innocent kiss to his lips.

She then grabbed her "study aids," and sauntered off leaving Draco free to watch the way her curvaceous hips swayed naturally as she walked. It really was a shame she was a muggle-born; even more of a shame that she was dating the Weasel. But it was for the best; after all, how could a Malfoy ever date outside pure-blood? It was insane. But as he made his way toward the Slytherin common room mulling their "relationship" over, he agreed with her; a satisfied, accomplished smirk graced his face.

I'll keep you my dirty little secret.

-Fin-

Waiting for Tonight

Song-fic By: Cry

Disclaimer: Don't Own… Don't Sue

Song: Waiting for Tonight J-Lo. I don't own it either. Dammit.

Hermione never thought the day would come when she saw this. Oh, Merlin, how did she get herself into this? More importantly, how was she going to get herself out of this? Before her stood Ginevra Weasley, holding up an outfit for Hermione to wear. It was skimpy enough that Hermione was sure not even a witch in Wizard's PlayTime would wear, which was sad seeing as they didn't even wear clothes.

"Ginny, I really don't want to wear that." Hermione was unsure about this whole night, but she was certain about one thing. She was not going to be wearing that short, black leather miniskirt with that satin, emerald green loose halter top. Topping that, Ginny expected her to wear black, platform sandals. There was no way, even if there were no "heels," that she could possibly walk right in six inch stacks.

"Hermione! Live a little! It's a girls' not out!" Hermione heaved a sigh. Ginny was right. It was a girls' night out. But did she honestly have to dress like a hooker to have fun. It's not like she needed to catch any guy's attention. She had Ron. The less attention she got, the less crap she'd get from him.

She had to admit, she'd toned down her looks and her going out to please him. Lately he'd come to be slightly overbearing. He almost seemed insecure, like she was going to leave him for every guy who handed her a double-take. But what bothered her the most, was he was actually becoming a little controlling in his jealousy. She wasn't really allowed to go out like this. He always said he never felt like going when she wanted to go out; but he wouldn't let her go on her own either. Though, she reasoned, he is only concerned for my safety. What if some guy tried perving on me or something? She nodded her head. That MUST be it! She heard Ginny give a happy "woot!" and snapped out of her thoughts.

"YAY! I'm glad you want to wear it!" Ginny rushed out of the room so that Hermione wouldn't have time to argue. She hadn't realized until now that she had visually nodded her head when justifying Ron's behavior.

She slowly dressed in the mini-skirt that rose to well above half her thigh. Once she had put the heels on, she began the tedious task of wrapping the securing ribbons up her lower leg, tying them off in a bow just under the back of her knees. When she stood before the full-length mirror, her long bronzed legs seemed much longer in the heels; and she seemed to have a glow about her skin. The old Hermione was long gone. She had graduated Hogwarts with Harry and Ron a good seven years ago and she was now out to celebrate her 25th birthday with her best girl friends. Luna, Hannah, and the Patil twins were going to meet her and Ginny at the club; they had invited Lavender, but she had refused saying that she had plans with her boyfriend that night and it was the only night he was free.

She was debating on her bra when Ginny heaved an exasperated sigh with her return. "Mione, don't you know? Just ixnay the abray." Ginny had already changed and completed her hair and makeup.

"Are you crazy? What if some guy tries to feel me up?"

"Enjoy it?"

"While I'm engaged to your brother?"

"Pssh, with that skimpy ass ring, who would stay fully committed." Ginny had blown off her brother. He'd done nothing deserving. He always took the easy way out. He never attempted to show any passion for Hermione. Even the ring Harry provided Ginny was a very modest ring, but she knew the size didn't matter. But for the love of a blast-ended skrewt, cubic zirconium? Really? That was low. Even if he'd opted for a cheap diamond engagement ring, Ginny would have been happy for the couple, but he didn't even care to get her a real diamond. They were poor, no doubt, but he could have saved up for a couple weeks and gotten something real.

"Ginny. It's not the ring that matters." Hermione had scolded Ginny over this several times, but it would never fly by the red head.

"Regardless. Skip the bra, it's a halter for snape's sake."

Within the hour, Ginny had added dark eyeliner to Hermione's eyes, some bright club glitter on her eyelids, and some shiny lip gloss. They were just ready to walk into the club.

Like a movie scene
In the sweetest dreams

I have pictured us together

The moment Hermione stepped into the wizard club, the pulsating music beat within her chest. She could feel the bass counts in her abdomen, and the urge to cut loose was soon within her. Ginny won't have to try too hard to get the uptight witch to withdraw from her self-reservations.

Within twenty minutes, and the help of three alcoholic drinks, Hermione was dancing in the sea of bodies. For the first time in years, she felt free; she felt anonymous. Like anything she did would stay in that club. She could feel bodies close to her, and she was more than happy to dance up close.

The dance floor was heating up for her; sweat had beaded up on her forehead and her throat was beginning to dry out.

That's when she felt the hands touching her hips, a pair of lips kissing between her shoulder blades. The motion shocked her, but turned her on all the same. Those silky, mysterious, skilled hands, large in their size, traced small trails on her curvy hips, pulling her back to dance closer with the owner's groin. She wanted to turn, wanted to face the hands' owner; but when she turned, there were so many guys grouped around her she couldn't tell. Ginny and the others, minus Luna who was flirting it up with some blonde witch at the counter with stunningly long, pale, model's legs, had gotten lost in the foggy haze of the smoke machines and the flashing colors of the strobe lights.

Now to feel your lips
On my fingertips
I have to say is even better

She managed to touch the hands; feeling their slender length, the strong muscles and prominent veins were easily notable, though they were soft and comforting, elegant, and sensual. The left hand stayed suited at her waist, but the right hand traveled down, rubbing her inner thigh. Somehow though, his touches, as sexual and sensual as they were, did not feel wrong to Hermione. Her stomach knotted and she had that familiar tingle of excitement in her lower abdomen. She did not feel unfaithful, but she definitely felt attracted to the owner of these hands; and this person, whoever they were, had done something Ron has never been able to do, they made her feel sexy, attractive, and desirable.

She made her way towards the outer ring of the dance floor, to the much less congested part of the dance floor. Much to her pleasure, the hands had followed her. She wanted to see the owner of those hands. She wanted to gaze into their eyes and see the desire that she felt. Just as she was ready to turn and face them, soft lips at the nape of her neck made her stop and moan slightly.

He turned her around so fast she nearly fell over as her brain spun with inertia. He pulled her close, lightly nipping at her earlobe and tangling his hands into her hair which had been left to cascade in soft ringlets down to her waist, only a few stray, short curls lined her face giving her a soft medieval princess look. She finally willed herself to let her hands run down his chest, eliciting a low, sexy growl from his lips right by her ear. The sound only made her abdominal tingles even stronger and her hands a little braver; she allowed them to run through his soft hair – oh Merlin was his hair soft.

She had to see him. She pulled back, gazing up to his eyes with a light blush on her cheeks. Oh how gorgeous his eyes are. I could melt in those pools of warm silver. She gripped his upper arms just below his shoulders; his toned muscles could be felt under the thin material of his black button up collared shirt. She could see the milky color of his pale skin where he'd left the top two or three buttons undone. She scanned his looks from head to toe, noting his gorgeous platinum hair that had been so soft to the touch. She loved how it looked nice and well groomed, yet messy like he'd just gotten out of bed, with a piece here and there falling into his face. Her eyes traveled back to his pools of silver that were studying her closely. He looks confused. But that expression is so amazingly aristocratic. His eyes are warm, comforting and – familiar? She visibly shook her head. She would remember meeting someone this hot.

His eyes suddenly opened wide. Incredulously he spoke out, "Granger?"

His voice and title for her was all it took for the reality to fall all around her. "Malfoy?"

His eyes traveled over her body, noting her changes. They both had released each other and Hermione was rubbing her arm awkwardly.

She hadn't seen Draco since the winter after the fall of the Dark Lord. She had made it a point to evade him at every chance she got, but after two years of living in the wizarding world as the Chief Psychological Planner for the Ministry's Crime Prevention department, she decided to leave the wizarding world and live a simpler life just inside muggle London. She stayed close to Wizard London to visit friends and do shopping here and there; and of course so Ron could come stay the night whenever he wanted and be able to get to work relatively easily. But seeing as Draco Malfoy was Chief Executive Dark Artifacts and Dark Magic Analyst for the Ministry in the same department, when she left, that was the last she saw of him. He seemed to have matured greatly over the last 5 years; though, he was still dancing up on girls in clubs – as if she had room to talk by letting him do it to her.

Then I ever thought it could possibly be
It's perfect, it's passion, it's setting me free

"Wow, Granger. You've changed a lot over the years. Getting a little wild and letting our hair down now, are we?" It wasn't a rude comment; on the contrary, it sounded to be quite playful. A genuine, elegant smile graced his lips; oh gosh – his lips were so inviting. Hermione could still feel the tingling places on her body where those lips had once explored.

"I can be wild when I want to be, Malfoy; even going back to our days in Hogwarts. I broke tons of rules all the time."

"Your past gallivanting with Potter and the Weasel don't count. It always ended up being for the greater good, never for self gratification. But even then, I was referring to the change since the last time I saw you, when you worked at the ministry." A few bodies had seemed to float into the couple's gravitational pull, pressing Draco awkwardly against Hermione; pushing their bodies to mere centimeters from each other. The close proximity made Hermione blush. She turned quickly to hide it, but it didn't go unnoticed. "Let's step outside, Granger. Catch up and such." Before she could reply, he had her hand in his, fingers intertwined, and was leading her outside the crowded club to the special deck created for patrons that wanted to enjoy some fresh night air without having to actually leave and repay the cover.

"So… what has the bookworm Granger out in a club allowing guys to rub up on her?"

"What has the Amazing Bouncing Ferret desperate enough to come after club girls?" Hermione suddenly snapped, remembering who she was talking about. Momentarily she saw the flash of anger behind his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came and he turned his head to look at her slightly, lighting a cigarette.

"I do believe I asked you first, Miss Granger."

"If you must know, Malfoy, I'm here with Ginny, Luna, Hannah and the Patil twins."

"I don't believe I asked who you were here with; but rather, why are you here? Last I heard you were dating Weasel. And no offense," He had a momentary pause to look at her face before he continued, "But he seemed to have you whipped like a Hippogriff."

"Engaged, actually." Hermione softly corrected Draco, looking down at the plain, fake ring on her ring finger. Draco took a moment to study her ring from her finger.

"This is what he proposed with? That's sad."

Desperate to change the conversation, Hermione jumped up with a question. "And what exactly are you doing here?"

"Just out partying; always looking for the next witch to go on my arm. Cocktail party witches just don't cut it for me anymore; too superficial and such." His eyes didn't leave her ring until he was done speaking, but Hermione had gone to studying his features. He'd really grown a lot since Hogwarts, and those muscles from quidditch felt great through the shirt. He took a slow draw from his cigarette. He looked so feral and exciting with a bored expression on his face. "Granger?"

"Hmm?"

"You haven't run off yet."

"No, I haven't. I supposed if you're tired of my muggle-born company then I'll be going. Wouldn't want to upset the great Malfoy after all." Hermione turned and made to leave when he grabbed her arm.

"Did I say for you to go anywhere? You still haven't told me why you're here."

"We're here celebrating."

"Your engagement?"

Hermione couldn't hold back the sarcastic laugh and her mutter of "As if that was something to celebrate." She muttered it under her breath, hoping Draco wouldn't hear it. Draco never misses a beat though, and the small grin spread over his soft lips told her that he'd heard her little secret. "We're celebrating my 25th birthday." She offered, before he could make some witty comment. Her last sentence made his eyebrows rise up curiously.

"Well, let me give you a gift you can actually enjoy." Draco put out the cigarette, pulling Hermione by the hand gently towards him. He pulled her close, closer than she would have ever thought she'd find herself to Draco Malfoy. His hands had set back to her waist, running their slow trail up and down her curvy waist. She squared herself to him, the neckline of her top that plunged far below her breasts; her golden glow was enticing, captivating his eyes and holding his gaze prisoner. How on earth did bookworm turn into the bangable secretary? He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the crook of her neck, making her knees weaken and she had to use his upper arms to steady herself. Her shiver excited him and he growled in her ear while nipping her earlobe.

"Let's go celebrate on our own." His offer was whispered seductively, his left hand holding firmly to the back of her head and his other gently played at her cheek. For a moment she was compelled to say yes; until reality crashed down around her.

"Malfoy." She was trying to push him away, but her body betrayed her mind. She hated that she had to so her push was regretful and being the top wizard of his class, there was no way that slipped past Draco.

"No good? Weasel that great of a guy?" He was manipulating her with her with his soft nips at her neck and ear, and she knew it was manipulation. But his argument was solid; she was really starting to rethink her engagement, but it was cruel. She wanted nothing more than to go and have some fun, and she was so desperately starved for fun. Her mind focused on his hands, his thumbs traced light circles on her hips; a slight torture telling her what she was missing.

"I really can't. It's not right." When he looked into her eyes, he saw her internal battle; her resolve was tearing her up, and a few soft droplets of tears were forming at the corners.

"You're really too nice of a person, Granger. Did you only agree to marry him because you felt obligated?"

"What does it matter? There's nothing out for a nerd like me."

"Granger, have you seen yourself?" He sounded shocked. How can someone so gorgeous be so unsure of herself? Weasel needs to step up if he wants to call himself a good man. Draco may not have loved the girl in front of him, but every girl deserved to feel beautiful. He also fully believed it was a boyfriend/husband's sole responsibility to let her know she is the most beautiful girl in his world. He'd seen too much doubt and insecurity in his mother that resulted from his father's neglect. His mother had put her heart and soul into raising him proper. He was never going to let his wife turn out like his mother and he damn sure never wanted to see any girl go through that.

"I don't know what you're on about, Malfoy, or what you've been seeing, but I am certainly not pretty enough to be choosy with my guys."

"Weasel doesn't tell you you're gorgeous?"

"Was that almost a compliment?" She had a facetious tone about her astonishment that brought a smile to his lips. She traced her index finger along his lower lip, her eyes focusing solely on his lips; she was noting their softness as well as imagining what they felt like on her own.

"And if I said yes? If I said you were by far the most gorgeous girl in this whole club? If I said you were the only witch I wanted to spend my evening with?" His eyes seemed serious as they bore into hers. She swallowed hard, he was pressing her into the wall and his body heat was surging into her, his proximity intoxicating her senses.

"I… I really can't." She let out a regretful tone. Malfoy really had changed. Never would he try this hard to get to her to go somewhere with him. Hell, even when they worked together, he tried hard not to talk much about anything outside of work. He was more of the type to study her.

"My offer still stands. I'll be at the bar until 2 AM." He gave one last tantalizing nip to her neck and a small lick to the wound before he walked away without looking back.

From all of my sadness
The tears that I've cried
I have spent all of my life

Hermione made her way back into the club, reflecting on her relationship and Draco's offer. She wanted nothing more than to go with him, but she was an adult now with responsibilities. Hermione tried dancing with several guys that offered – even after another 4 drinks; but after being with Draco, these guys just seemed sleazy. She kept glancing to the bar. He sat in the same spot, every few minutes turned a different witch down; all the while he was sipping on a drink and watching her. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to get outside, away from all the grabby guys.

When she got outside, she was pulled into an embrace. A gentle hand turned her head up and Draco's lips pressed against hers. She could feel a kinetic energy surge through her body as her hand went to play in his hair. She wasn't going to be able to go home tonight if he kept up the acts.

"Why?" She whispered as he pulled away and gave her a small but true smile.

"Every girl deserves to feel beautiful and wanted by someone." He looked into her eyes with a sense of sincerity to his words. "You are no different, Hermione." She felt his kiss again, this time a bit more heated as he closed all space between her and him, her back flat against the stone wall of the club. She felt a hunger in his lips, a need in his hands, and a want with his force. She thought hard on Ron for all of a millisecond as she melted into Draco's embrace. The way her name rolled off his lips was all she ever needed to hear from him. He just needs to offer once mo–

"Hermione, you're too good for him." Draco whispered it to her, his lips barely parting to speak but never leaving her own. His smooth, elegant hands cupped her face. "Come talk with me." He pulled her away from their spot, away from the noise, to the alley alongside the building. "Do you know somewhere we can go? Or any particular place you want to go?" Draco Malfoy was not a stupid guy. He knew how to play the perfect cards. How could he get a girl comfortable with him if she didn't know where they were exactly?

"My apartment…"

"What about the Weasel?"

"He lives with his sister and Harry for the time. I refused to let him into my place, though he does come over occasionally." He was about to ask her what the odds of that happening were, but she pulled him away so fast. The next moment he stood before a small door. She opened the door and led him into the cozy apartment.

Before she had a chance to say anything, his lips were on hers again and his hands playing at the hem of her skirt, his fingers running along the edge where her skin is exposed along the skirt.

Waiting for tonight, oh
When you would be here in my arms

Her hands locked tightly around his neck while his chose to circle her tiny waist, pulling her as close to him as possible. She'd never felt such a want, she'd never felt so desirable. Draco's hungry roaming of his hands on her body lit her centre with a fire. His lips were going to her neck line, his right hand cautiously rubbing her breast – just in case she actually did not want such a sexual event happening. Her moan of pleasure was reassurance that this was exactly what she wanted – or at lease what her body wanted.

Just as he pulled her halter top up, the lightly bronzed color of her abdomen was exposed to his view. He had just taken to gently placing small kisses along her neck when she lightly pushed him away.

"We do need to talk, Draco." She locked the door, and led him into the sitting room. Would you like some firewhiskey?" She offered kindly then went to the kitchen to pour their drinks.

When she returned with the small muggle bourbon glasses full of fire whiskey, she handed Draco one then sat hers on the small coffee table in front of her.

"Mal– err – Draco…" Hermione was staring at her feet, a light hazy blush across her cheeks. She suddenly felt very silly, very unsure of herself, and very self conscious of the situation. Draco's kisses had intoxicated her causing her to lose her control and now here they sat awkwardly in her living room, with a lustful aura of desire around them both but neither willing to make a move.

"Hermione, can I ask you – if it's not too intrusive that is – what made you decide to marry the Weasel?"

Hermione looked down at her feet when she was ready to answer. "I'm just not getting any younger and no one offered." She gave a light hearted giggle in hopes to avoid receiving pity, but Draco only pitied her more.

"You were such a strong, rebellious girl. You did what was best for you without caring what other people thought. Why would you lower yourself to marry when you aren't happy."

"Ron isn't a bad guy. He just… lacks passion. But it doesn't matter, I'm not the type to enjoy constant attention."

In less than a second, Draco's lips were on hers. His hands cupped her breasts from the outside of the satin halter top. Her hard nipples were a pleasant surprise, but the true surprise was that she wasn't wearing a bra and he had always thought her the type to wear one at all times. He pulled his lips away from hers to speak.

"Are you really going to tell me that if there was a guy willing to treat you like this every day, you would get sick of it? You wouldn't like to be the best thing to ever happen to one guy?" She had a hard time focusing on his words that were being whispered seductively as his lips traveled her jaw and her neck down to her collar bone and stopping at the top of her valley between her breasts. She let out a soft, long moan, eliciting that famous smirk from Draco. "Your body says you want this."

"But my brain knows it's wrong," She whimpered. "I can't cheat on Ron. No matter how much I want to."

Draco pulled her ring off her finger and dropped it into the bourbon glass of firewhiskey. Before she could protest, her swollen lips were sealed in an angelic kiss. Her body responded, her arms wrapped around his neck and let his body press against hers. She let her hands play through his soft hair.

Waiting for tonight, oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight

When Hermione got a little more confidence, she parted her lips to allow Draco's tongue access to her mouth. He graciously accepted the invitation, his tongue exploring every spot of her mouth, claiming dominance over her own nervous tongue. She was nervous, unsure of what she should do, but Draco didn't seem to mind her novice level and he appeared to be more than willing to take charge of the situation.

Hermione ran her hands down his chest, feeling the definition of his concealed muscles. She slowly, and clumsily, unbuttoned his shirt – much to his pleasure and amusement; he couldn't contain the small grin he got while she fumbled with the buttons. But once the shirt had been discarded to the floor, her fingers ran slowly down the soft, heated skin. Draco growled as she placed soft kisses on his collar bone and torso. She ran her nails down his chest ever so softly, driving him crazy with want.

"Damn it, Hermione." His groan was breathless, and his slow torture made her lower abdomen tingle with heat. Draco pulled Hermione onto his lap; her soft thighs exposed from her raised miniskirt straddled his hips while his full, bruised lips softly kissed down the skin exposed by her steep neck line. His growing lump of manhood could be felt under her panties and she slowly rocked on him, an agonizingly slow torture.

Draco pulled her shirt over her head and laid her back to look at her. He softly brushed her arms that were covering her exposed breasts embarrassedly. His eyes seemed to soften towards her and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "You're gorgeous. Don't hide from me." She turned her head away, her hands covering her red face, eliciting a small soft chuckle from Draco as he leaned down to lick one of her nipples. Hermione's skin puckered, goose bumps spreading over her arms and torso's from the blonde's touch; her nipples went hard as Draco fully took the left one into his mouth, his teeth lightly nipping at the rosy bud, his right hand lightly ran down her abdomen, feeling her puckered skin.

Hermione let out a very soft moan as he gave the same oral treatment to her right nipple. Draco smiled when his right hand barely touched her cottony panties. She had already soaked them with want, her centre so sensitive that his light touch brought a soft moan out of her. "A little wet are we, Hermione?" Draco hooked his finger into the small panties, pulling them down to her ankles and discarding them on the floor. His fingers found their way back to her sensitive clit and worked circles around it, but never touching it. He was glad to see she'd abandoned covering her face, he really did love the lust-driven glow that radiated from her.

Before she had a chance to say any oppositions, Draco lowered his head and lapped at her sensitive love button. Hermione gave out a soft cry. If Draco didn't already have the want to bust inside her, he would have exploded right there. Even just the scent of her wet pussy made him want to cum harder than any lay he'd ever gotten. He licked from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, savoring the juice that came out to lubricate her. Even a few times she moaned out his name ever so seductively when he darted his tongue into her hole. Her hands had busied themselves running through his platinum locks. She let out a shocked gasp and pulled a little roughly on his hair when he slowly inserted his middle finger into her box, his lips and tongue never leaving her clit.

She was tight, and it drove Draco crazy to imagine how tight she would feel around his hard throbbing cock. He inserted a second finger, and a few seconds later he was rewarded with a cry of pleasure when he inserted a third. He nipped at her clitoris and even took the whole of the sensitive button into his mouth. He was rewarded by her moaning loudly and bucking roughly against his fingers.

"Draco… I can't… mm... take much… more… please… fuck me. It… mmm… feels so good." If he thought he wanted to cum earlier, he renounced that idea when he heard her speak. Never in his life had he expected such a vulgar plea to escape from her lips, and it made it even more exciting when he thought about who she was begging.

"I'll fuck you, you can bet on that. But you're going to feel incredible first." His growl was exciting to her, and his statement drove her mad with lust. Draco pushed deep into her with his fingers, hitting her G-spot just right and nipped on her clitoris. Hermione cried out his name, wave after wave of erotic pleasure washed over her. She bucked hard against his fingers as her body went rigid and her nipples puckered up, hard like rocks. Her orgasm over took her, and he was riding it out with his fingers, never stopping or slowing their pace.

Tender words you say
Take my breath away
Love me now, leave me never

When she came down from her high, and she managed to catch her breath, Draco slide her miniskirt off allowing it to join the other discarded clothing. He stood to remove his pants, but Hermione stopped him softly, sitting up on the couch then moving to all fours, she crawled the few feet to him. Perching herself on her knees on the couch, she placed light kisses on his abdomen while fumbling with his belt. When she had succeeded in unfastening his pants, he pushed them down to his ankles and stepped out, his large and hardened cock bobbed slightly with his movements, keeping her attention as he laid her back to look at her.

"Hermione…" His fingers lightly traced the curve of her face, and he placed a light kiss on her lips. "You are so beautiful." Hermione flushed with his words. He couldn't mean it, he has to be just lost in the moment. But Draco looked her dead in the eyes and he kissed her once more. He whispered in her ear, lightly nipping at her earlobe. "Gorgeous." He went to center himself, and just as he was about to push the head of his penis through her lubed slit, Hermione winced her eyes tightly closed. "What's wrong?" His expression went to concern as he stopped his movements.

"Is it… going to hurt?"

"Are you a…?" He didn't have to finish his question, Hermione nodded and looked to the side, an embarrassed flush taking over her cheeks. His expression quickly changed from concern to shock, then to a softer expression. "You'll be ok. It won't be unbearable and I'll go easy." He reassuringly kissed the tip of her nose, and then pushed in slowly. She was so tight it took all of his self-control not to plunge into her at full force. He focused entirely on moving slow, allowing her to adjust to his size. "Are you doing ok?" He smiled when she opened one eye and said it didn't hurt too badly. "Relax and it'll be more bearable." He took to kissing her to distract her, and his fingers busied themselves amongst her breasts.

When he had finally made it into her fully, buried to the hilt, he began to withdraw slowly. Every time he went to push in and withdraw was slightly faster than the time before it. Within moments they were at full pace, her pain faded into nothing but a memory of her first night. He went deeper and harder with every stroke, his hands pulling her down to him by her hips with every thrust. She was moaning out loud, sometimes his name would escape, sometimes it was a soft demand for more or deeper even harder – which he happily obliged, and sometimes she would moan out one word vulgarities or just sounds of ecstasy and pleasure. All of her cries were nothing short of erotic to him, the sound of her moaning his name, the blush on her cheeks, the way her breasts bounced with the force he was pounding into her with; all of it was typical sex reactions, but never had he been so turned on by a girl like Hermione did to him. He was close to his apex, but luckily, she couldn't take much more either.

"Cum for me, Hermione; cum on my hard cock." His whisper was vulgar. Should it have come from any other guy's lips, she would have been turned off; but it seemed so hot coming off Draco's tongue. She could hear his groans, his heavy breathing, his seductive orders to cum. She was toppling over for the second time that night.

"MMmm… DRACO! NNgghhh… I'm cuming." She cried out his name, her tight pussy walls closing in on him, holding him tight. Her pulsing walls, and her rigid body, her nails digging into his shoulders; all of her orgasm sent him over with her. He rode out his orgasm, pounding deep and hard into her love box as her pulsating walls squeezed repetitively against his throbbing cock, spilling his seed into Hermione's most sacred sanctuary, untouched by any other man before him.

Found a sacred place
Lost in your embrace
I want to stay in this forever

"Merlin…" Was all he could mutter as he let his head rest into the crook of her neck, fighting to catch his breath. "Hermione…" Draco's hands cupped her face and he moved to kiss her again then looked deep into her eyes, "My god, you're amazing." He kissed her again as he withdrew from her.

"Draco…" She smiled, softly rubbing his shoulder. "It's nearly 4 A.M., let's go to bed." Draco nodded against her neck and after a second more; he then sat up and helped her up, both going to the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. For the first time in his life, he never wanted to let go of a girl in bed with him. He placed soft kisses on her shoulder and the nape of her neck. She woke at 10 A.M to a desperate knock on her front door. A female voice was calling her name repetitively, concern dripping from every syllable.

"Draco… Draco!" Hermione hissed loudly, trying viciously to wake him. "Get dressed, Ginny's calling for me." Hermione rushed to the living room, throwing his clothes to him and tying a robe around her own nudity. Draco gave her a quick kiss to her lips and said he would owl her later, then he apparated out to Malfoy Manor.

"Coming, Ginny!" Hermione quickly cleaned away the firewhiskey glasses from the night before and placed her ring on the coffee table.

"Oh! Thank Merlin!" Ginny threw herself around the groggy brunette, "We thought something awful happened to you! You never told us where you went or anything! We even told Ron we lost you."

"Oh Merlin…" Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, thanks, Ginny. I'm fine though. I had a great night. I'm sorry for running off. I got… distracted." That was when Ginny, still smothering the life from Hermione's lungs, noticed the smell of cologne – expensive cologne.

"Hermione!" Ginny had a sheepish grin come over her face, but it was gone as soon as it appeared when Ron came up beside her.

"Thank Merlin you're alive! See, this is why I don't want you going out without me. Anything could happen to you."

"Ronald, you make it sound like I'm incapable of taking care of myself."

"Men are pigs, Hermione. You could have been raped or something! You're never going out without me again!"

"Ronald! I am perfectly capable of protecting myself! I'm the brightest witch of our age!"

"You've given up the magic life though, remember?"

"I still have my wand. I just choose not to use it for everyday things. I prefer doing things for myself. But in a case of self-defense, I'd protect myself!"

"I won't allow it! I'm moving in!"

"Like hell you are! I said it before and I'll say it again! You're not living with me until after we're married." Ron slapped Hermione, causing Ginny to scream and Harry to restrain Ron.

"Ron, Stop! You're going to do something you regret!" Harry had pinned Ron against a wall. Ginny went rushing to Hermione's side.

"Are you ok, Mione?" She gently touched the swollen spot on Hermione's cheek. "Ron! You Asshole! How could you!" Ginny gave her brother a punch square in the nose before telling Harry to apparate him away.

"You came home with a guy didn't you?" Ginny had a huge smile on her face.

"You can read me like a book." Hermione sighed exasperated and let the red head into her apartment.

"Not that I can read you… just that I can smell the cologne. Was he hot?"

"Very." Hermione spent the next hour describing in detail the man (leaving out his name of course) and her night with him.

"I might see him a bit more. I'm breaking up with Ron when I see him next."

"I can't say I'm not disappointed you won't be my sister anymore, but you'll always be a close friend so I can deal with that. My brother's an ass. Besides, this new guy, he's rich isn't he?"

Hermione gave that exasperated sigh she usually gave Ginny when the shallow questions arose. "He is. But it's not about that, you know that, Gin." Ginny stood, nodding to acknowledge Hermione's statement.

"Yes, yes. Well, I must be going." Ginny waved and gave a playful wink before leaving Hermione to her thoughts.

I think of the days when the sun used to set
On my empty heart, all alone in my bed
Tossing and turning
Emotions were strong
I knew I had to hold on

Hermione thought back to the day Ron proposed to her. She didn't have much of a story to tell seeing as Ron simply gave her the fake ring and said "Let's get married." There was no special dinner, no special place. They were just sitting at the table having breakfast. She continued her thoughts of how he always left her at home. He never wanted to go out with her, but she wasn't allowed to go out alone. She remembered the last date they had, a year before he proposed.

Ron picked her up and they walked through the park. One guy happened to watch her as they walked by, but Ron noticed it. That night he yelled and screamed at her, yelling about how slutty she was dressing to get other guys' attentions. He forbid any clothes that showed a lot of skin, and he forbid her going out alone, all under the pretense that he couldn't trust her. He swore up and down she was going to cheat on him. He believed it so much that he decided he was going to come over every morning at 8 A.M. to make sure she wasn't in bed with another man. He used her not letting him move in with her as justification of his suspicions. But today's slap was the first time he'd ever hit her.

A large eagle owl snapped her out of her thoughts. Draco! Hermione rushed to the window and untied the note. The owl stayed so she knew it was to take a reply back.

Dearest Hermione,

I know you probably do not want to be with me again, and that is fine if that is your wish. I would love to see you again and talk with you a bit about a few things though, and I have a proposition to make, if you're willing to go along with it. What do you say to dinner with me tonight, my treat? I could come by your house tonight whenever it is convenient for you. Please reply.

Draco L.L. Malfoy

Hermione smiled to herself as she grabbed some parchment and a quill. Elegantly forming her letters, Hermione wrote back:

Darling Draco,

Dinner sounds wonderful. Could you be here say 6ish tonight? I have a few errands I need to run today, so I may be a tad late, but you're free to let yourself in. The key will be in my mailbox for you should you need to get in. See you tonight!

Your Hermione J. Granger

Hermione sent the letter off and then went to hop into the shower and prepare for her day.

Waiting for tonight, oh
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight

Hermione walked up the cobblestone path to Harry and Ginny's streamside cabin. She knocked on the door lightly and Harry came to the door.

"Mione! Hey!"

"Hey, Harry. I was wondering, is Ronald in?"

"No. He went out, said something about dinner plans and making business arrangements or something; said he wouldn't be back until late."

Hermione's face dropped and a slight "oh… I see…" came from her lips.

"Come on in, Mione. Chill for a while."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I wanted to speak with Ron. I have a lot planned for today, I just needed to get his part done and over with."

"Mione… are you breaking up with him?"

"Yes, Harry. I can't take anymore of his crap. I just can't. I have to find someone else to complete my life with. Ron just can't cut the cake." She gave a weak smile and Harry gave an understanding nod.

"Do what you have to do, Mione. I'll support you through and through." He gave her an encouraging smile then went to close the door after Hermione turned away. I wonder how much support I'll get from you when you find out who I'm with. Hermione sighed at her predicament then went back to her house.

It was 6:10 P.M. when Hermione stepped in through her front door, has Malfoy already stopped by? Hermione couldn't contain the smile that came across her face. A pair of soft lips came down on hers.

"Are you ready for dinner?" It was a soft question, with arms wrapping securely around her waist; he pulled her into a warm and tight embrace.

"Of course." Hermione gave a return kiss to the lips, and the two walked out to the restaurant for dinner.

When they got to the small Italian restaurant, they both got a decent table; Draco seemed to get favorites at a lot of restaurants. Hermione had ordered and Draco had two and the couple decided on small talk to fill the time.

"So, what did you do today?"

"I went to work at the Ministry, had a prosecution to testify at, and filed a ton of papers. Oh! I saw your fiancé as well. He seemed positively repulsive. Came in thirty minutes late too." Hermione couldn't hold back the laugh at his joking tone. "But, I think the highlight of my day, was getting to see you." Hermione had an incredulous look on her face as she searched his eyes. There wasn't a single bit of evidence towards a joke or lie.

"Draco… I have to tell you. I'm going to break off the engagement."

"Oh really? Feeling guilty?" He raised a questioning eyebrow but held off the conversation while the waiter placed their pastas in front of them.

"Not guilty per say… I just feel trapped with him. You know that last night was the first night I had gone out to town without him in 5 years? It was also the first time I was able to just socialize and mingle with people." Draco had to hold back the comment of saying it was the first time she'd gotten laid too, he figured it would be a little inappropriate. "He came by this morning; just after you left. He, along with Harry, was right behind Ginny."

"Did he find out?"

"No. He doesn't suspect a thing. But he's pissed beyond belief. Said I am not allowed out without him ever again. Could have been raped and what not. He went ballistic." Draco's eyes darkened.

"He told you that you weren't allowed?"

"That's what he said. I can't take it." Hermione paused, she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell Draco about the hitting incident. She decided she ought to though. After all, Draco was her… just what was he at this point anyways? "He hit me too." She got quiet, looking down not wanting to see the anger she knew was in his eyes. Draco went still, rigid, and extremely quiet. Neither dared move; it was as if time had stopped for just the two of them, everyone around them oblivious to their pause. "It's over though, Draco. It's done and I'm getting rid of him."

"That doesn't justify his actions! That doesn't make it okay." Draco spoke slowly and quietly, afraid if he spoke normally it'd cause a scene.

"Draco… can I ask you. Why is it that you're here with me tonight?" He stared at her as if she'd lost her mind. He was sure that he'd asked her to eat with him, why else would he be there with her?

"Well, I asked you out tonight."

"No, not that." She couldn't quite tell if he was joking or being serious. "What is it between us? What are you wanting from me… or us?"

Draco just smiled at her. "Be patient. We can work through us, but first we need to take care of that." Draco gestured with his eyes to a bright red head sitting with a brown haired girl. "That is your soon-to-be-ex-fiancé, right?"

"Harry said he had dinner plans with some coworkers. It wouldn't be uncommon to see him out in public with colleagues." Hermione stated.

"Hermione, you really are too nice and trusting."

"What do you mean?"

"That's Brown that he's with." At Hermione's questioning look, Draco sighed and continued, "Lavender Brown; from your house and year. She doesn't even work with the ministry. She owns a divination supply shop where the twins make predictions. She only steps foot in the Ministry to renew her shop license once every three years." Hermione stared dumbfounded at the couple sitting just feet away from her. Draco took her silence and stood. "Hermione, he's cheating on you. Go beat his face in."

"Draco… I don't have room to be upset. I cheated, too."

"Just once, and that was last night. Who knows how long this has been going on. Oh well, I owe him a punch for hitting you this morning." Draco started, but Hermione gently touched his arm, stopping him.

"I'll deal with it when we're finished. Don't let a perfectly good dinner go to waste." Hermione tugged him to sit back at his seat and together the couple enjoyed their dinner, every once in a while checking to make sure that he was still there.

Hermione stood as the check was handed to Draco. "Wait for me by the door when you're finished, Draco. I have a feeling things will get bad if you're with me." Hermione pulled the small ring box out of her purse and stepped up behind Ron.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley… Dearest Ron. You never told me that you had such a lovely girlfriend before." Hermione cooed from behind him, making him jump with surprise.

"Mione! It's not what you think! I can explain."

"There's no need for explanations, I can see perfectly clear. But don't worry, I'm not angry." Hermione laughed a little, giving the disgruntled Lavender a sweet smile. "Ronald, you're an insecure sleazy jerk. I can't believe I let you make me feel so horrible all these years. Don't worry Lavender. You may be a backstabbing friend, but you did me a favor. I can dump him off on you and he'll have someone to comfort him. It's over Ronald." Hermione sharply placed the ring box into his hands and before he could muster an argument she turned to leave.

"Be careful, Lav. Once he's bored, he'll begin to control you."

"You fucking bitch! You can't break off our engagement!" Ron screamed, catching the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

"Ron, don't make a scene. These people want to enjoy their dinner. Don't think of it as me breaking off the engagement. Think of it as your selfishness pushing me away. I would have stayed and been miserable for you, had you not cheated. Funny thing is… you couldn't manage one proper relationship, did you think you could manage two? I'm sorry everyone! Please enjoy your dinners." Hermione turned to leave, but Ron's anguished and angry howl stopped her dead in her tracks. She turned to face him, just in enough time to see a fist coming for her face.

She closed her eyes tightly, anticipating the painful contact that was due any millisecond from now. But it never came. When she opened her eyes, she found Draco in front of her and Ron's clenched fist twisted upwards.

"Listen here you pompous Weasel. Hermione is not a punching bag for you to take your frustrations out on." Draco twisted Ron's arm behind his back and slammed the red head into the wall with a harsh force. "Don't blame her for your fuck up. You wanted to fuck the class whore; you lose the best thing that ever happened to you. That's your problem and yours alone. I'm taking Hermione off your hands. You don't deserve such a wonderful girl."

"Since when was she good enough for you, Ferret?" Lavender stood up, eager to get the furious blond off her boyfriend.

"Since I saw how horribly she was being treated. This doesn't concern you so you best sit down."

"Don't talk to her that way!" Ron yelled, only to be rewarded by an even stronger push into the wall.

"You're in no predicament to be ordering me around, Weasley. You're lucky I have the peace of mind to spare you your life. Hermione needs someone who can treat her right. Come near her again and you will suffer. And I'd watch my ass if I were you. One wrong slip up and I will be more than happy to find your replacement at the ministry!" Draco had harsh threats that seemed to be sinking in, he gave one last shove and let the boy fall to the floor before putting his arm around Hermione's waist and walking out with her, leaving a large sum of cash to the establishment's manager as an apology for the ruckus.

Waiting for tonight, oh
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight

Hermione lay on the bed, wrapped in Draco's embrace like the night before. The couple had stayed the night in Draco's Manor, empty of any other Malfoy member for several years now. Hermione rested her head on Draco's slow rising and falling chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat.

"You okay, Mya?" He pulled her closer, placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"I'm just thinking." She gave a soft, contented smile, closing her eyes and snuggling into him more. "If someone had said I'd be here with you a few years ago, I'd have looked at them like they sprouted five heads." Draco couldn't resist a chuckle as he held her close.

"Hermione, I think we passed this already, but I'll ask just to make it official. Would you do me the honors of being my girlfriend?" Hermione giggled lightly, placing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"There would be nothing I'd rather do more. I can never be happier than I am right now."

"Never say never, Mya." Draco kissed her forehead. "Move in with me."

Gone are the days when the sun used to set
On my empty heart all alone in my bed
Tossing and turning
Emotions were strong
I knew I had to hold on

Our favorite couple adapted rather quickly to each other's presence. Hermione fell in love more and more each day. Her stuff had been moved into Malfoy Manor, but she required her own bed room; even though Hermione spent many nights in Draco's room anyway.

Ron had ended up leaving Lavender six months later for some model and Lavender came quickly to apologize to Hermione for the pain she'd caused. Hermione was quick to rectify her saying she'd never been in pain; she confessed that by the time she'd found out about Ron's infidelity, she'd already moved on and found someone better. The two quickly rekindled their friendship.

Harry was a little harder egg to crack. Ginny had accepted Draco fully; glad Hermione had found a decent person that made her happy. Harry would never be friends, but after the Battle of Hogwarts, he had had a certain understanding with Draco. He worked with the guy too, needing to trust Draco's calls as lifelines for the famous Auror. Draco wouldn't accept a friendship either, but they were more civil with each other, and Draco was a bit more careful with his work regarding Harry's life.

Ron was gone, traveling the world with his band of many whores. He loved the sexual life too much to settle down and he didn't dare make the mistake of getting engaged again. However, he did owl Hermione every once in a while, the two tried staying civil for the sake of their friends. After all, no harm no foul right? Hermione didn't see the point any more of being angry when she was so happy and he had been so miserable. They found their place and she was willing to bury the hatchet.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

The couple stood surrounded by family and friends, almost two years after that fateful night at the club. Draco had worn the tux specially tailored for this event, silver and black with an emerald green vest and cuff links. Hermione's dress was strapless and white, with a v-cut waist line and layers upon layers of frilly white skirts. Her hair had been done in tight, spiraling, curls of deep chestnut hair with honey-gold highlights set to fall to her waist and covered by her sheer, white veil with peal beads sewn in.

When the couple climbed into the limo that was to carry them to their honeymoon adventure, Draco smiled and looked at his beautiful, blushing bride. "Are you happy?"

"I would say I could never be happier, but I said that before and look at me today." Draco smiled and kissed her sweetly. "Draco, how much more do you need before your life is complete?" Her question was odd to him, but her smile was warm and sincere.

"As long as I have you, I don't need anything else."

"Well, I'm a package deal." Draco stared blankly at her for a moment as she placed her hand gently on her stomach. "We're going to have a baby."

Draco smiled and kissed his bride again, gently touching her stomach. "I love you, Hermione Malfoy."

Waiting for tonight, oh
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight

Alcohol and Ass

By: Cry

Rating: M for Explicit Sex, this is your warning. SMUT big time.

Summary: Hermione gets a little tipsy during a Gryffindor victory party. It was a big mistake, and she knew it was against the rules; but hey, you only get the chance to party so often. Events get her hot and bothered and she returns to her room to pleasure herself. Who so happens to see but the head boy, Draco Malfoy. He isn't going to let her have all the fun, she was a mudblood and didn't deserve such fun.

Hermione laughed as Seamus proposed drinks for everyone. They produced 15 full cases of bottled fire whiskey. Enough for all to have 4 or 5 bottles a piece, and they could always conjure more up if they so desired. Hermione had downed about 7 bottles herself and was way past drunk. She couldn't walk straight and she was more than willing to talk and giggle and tell all her secrets. It was no shocker when a drunk Ron was heating up the moment with kisses to her neck.

She let out small little giggles and moans as his hands traced her curvy hour glass. She gave a surprized squeal of enthusiasm as he reached around and cupped her breasts. It was hilarious to those who were sober enough to witness the events. Ron and Hermione had never hooked up, contrary to what the whole school believed. They both agreed it was too much like incest to persue a relationship, regardless of Ron's more than obvious feelings of lust towards her. Harry was much the same in the she was too much like a sister department. Harry and Ginny had just had a fight and broken up for the bajillionth time and Hermione had pretty much stopped caring. She loved Ginny, but when the girl brought all the break ups on herself, Hermione saw no need to sympathize with her.

Harry saw the exchange of intimacy and came over kissing on Hermione's cleavage; exposed from the top 4 buttons of her tight shirt being undone. Everyone seemed to be enjoying a grand party to celebrate Ravenclaw's defeat and Gryffindor winning the House Cup.

There was a loud banging at the portrait but seeing as the music and partiers were much too loud to hear, the guest had to let himself in. Draco Malfoy, headboy, had said the password and entered the party. Damn Gryffindors and their partying. I bet they could outfuck rabbits with how horny these drunks are. They sure can't hold their liquor. The whole while Draco bad talked them in his mind, he was walking through the mess of drunken students. If I were anyone other than Draco Malfoy, I would deduct points from these blubbering idiots. I'm surprised Granger allows-

"GRANGER?" Draco was astounded. Not only was Hermione in a tight liplock with Pothead and being groped by Weaselbe, she was drunk off her ass. At his outburst the boys backed off her slightly.

"Oh! Dra-co.. How are you... this -giggle- lovely evening?"

"Granger, we have rounds. What the fuck are you doing getting shit faced in the Gryffindor common room?"

"I'm just -giggle- celebrating! -giggle- Why don't you join us?"

"I'd rather die! Come on!" He yanked her up, harder than necessary at that, and pulled her into the corridor. "I'll take you to our common then I'll do patrols tonight alone."

When Draco returned from patrols, he found that he could hear a loud moaning sound from her room. Dammit, Granger! Now is not the time to be fucking someone in your room. He didn't really care, but his curiosity got the better of him. He walked silently over to the room and what he saw made his dick harden in his trousers.

Hermione was sitting up in her bed, her legs wide open. As if the upskirt view of her panty-clad pussy wasn't enough to catch his attention, he noticed the growing wet spot and the two fingers rubbing the material right over her clit. Her free hand was playing with the nipple to one of her exposed breasts, the other nipple hard and dark with the chilly air of her room. She was moaning loudly with her eyes glued to a magazine, though the title and image were indecipherable to Draco.

Prude Little Miss Granger masturbates? Who'd have thought. He guessed her breasts to be about a small B cup. She wasn't large -hell, not even average; but she was certainly not flat chested. Draco's pants were uncomfortably tight now.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he should have never gone in there. But since when did Malfoy's follow the rules?

Draco slid into her room silently. As he emerged from the shadows, he noticed her eyes were shut tight now, her face twisted into an erotic display of pleasure; and her hips were bucking against her hand.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. He approached her silently and as the moonlight shined on his silver eyes, glowing with lust, he bent over and took a nipple into his mouth. Hermione moaned and arched her back at the sudden sensation; but her eyes shot open, alarmed at the addition to her pleasures.

"Malfoy, what the - mmmnn - what are you -NNgg..." Every question she tried to ask he cut her off with a hard flick of his tongue over her nipples.

"You're so fucking hot when you're horny, Granger."

"Why are you - mmnngg... oh fuck" Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed over her soaking panties; only for a brief second though. She nearly whimpered at the loss of his fingers, but his lips were cascading light feathered kisses and soft nips all over her jaw, neck, chest, the tops of her breasts, and her abdomen. Goosebumps were forming all over her body and when he got to where her hip bones protruded over the waist band of her skirt, he licked her making her shiver with pleasure.

Her hands found his silky hair, loose from the day's wear.

"Granger, where have you been hiding this body?"

"Why are you in my room?"

"You caught my attention. Help me help you."

"I don't need your help." His tongue ran over her hip bone again, causing her to arch back and moan loudly.

"It would certainly feel better than those well-practiced fingers. Tell me, Granger, just what practices have they experienced?" Hermione blushed deeply, affirming Draco's suspicions and rousing a smirk to appear. "Ever touch a man who wanted you?" She shook her head furiously, her eyes round like saucers. He stradled her thigh, making sure his erection was overly obvious.

He bent over, gently nipping her earlobe. "Have you ever just wanted to grab a man and get him off?" His question was a mere whisper in her ear, his breath tickling her and the warmth chilling her spine. She blushed furiously. Normally these question would piss her off and embarress her; but when they were said from his seductive lips, she found herself growing wetter with want. His erection was hard and she could feel it throbbing with the same desire.

"There's rumors about you, Granger. Rumors that you get men excited then run off without satisfying them." Hermione turned to face him and smiled.

"It's not my fault they don't turn me on while I'm trying to get them in the mood."

"And what, pray tell, turns miss granger on?" By now he had positioned himself and ground his hard, fully-clothed cock against her soaking panties. She moaned out and bucked against him.

"I won't say..."

Draco decided she was going to play the hard way so he smashed his lips against hers and his fingers found their way to her clit, rubbing the soaking fabric over her most sensitive button. His fingers worked fast and slow, hard and soft. She found herself bucking against him, allowing his mouth to explore her own. She moaned into him when she felt two of his fingers plunge into her soaking vagina - panties accompanying his long elegant fingers.

"Granger, you're soaking wet for me." He bit her neck lightly and licked her earlobe. "I love it when a girl wants me like this." She was meeting his fingers stride for stride, his words making her so hungry with desire and lust. "Oh... fuck... nnn.. ahh... fuck... more." Her words were hard to make out, but Draco complied with a third finger added, taking a moment to slip under her juice-soaked panties, fucking her harder and faster. She was so tight and wet on his fingers it took everything not to plunge his swollen cock into her then.

"MOOORE!" She cried out loudly and Draco removed his hands making her whimper loudly with remorse. He yanked her panties down and grabbed her thighs. Before she could comprehend or protest, he shoved his mouth to her soaked pussy, lapping and sucking her lips and clit with a renewed enthusiasm. When she began bucking against his face, he added his fingers back, fucking her harder than before. She begged and pleaded for more, but her climax had built and within twenty seconds, the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt washed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, her body convulsed under his touch. He rode her orgasm out with his fingers and when she was finished he lapped her juices up again; making sure that he got ever drop of her love juice.

"That's the first time I've ever climaxed like that." She was embarrassed to admit it, and his snicker didn't make her feel any better; but dammit, it was the merlin-damned truth and Granger never lied.

"It's not over yet. You still have to wait for me to get off." Her eyes grew wide. She had never had sex with a man before, and the size of his erection made her nervous.

He removed his pants and boxers and his pride sprang to life before her eyes. He was huge and she wasn't sure she'd be able to fit that.

"Malfoy... will... will it fit?" Her eyes were wide with nervous fear and it took Draco a moment to comprehend her worry before he gave a chuckle.

"I'll make it fit." He smirked as her eyes got wider. "No worries, love. It'll fit fine. This isn't... is this your first?" She nodded apprehensively, afraid of what he'd think. Shockingly, he came in and nuzzled her neck with his nose as he gave soft nips here and there.

"Relax for me. It'll make it easier." His command was gentle, a mere whisper that was hard to hear even though he was close enough she could feel the warmth of his breath.

Draco assaulted her neck with nips and flicks of his tongue as his hands groped her breasts. She moaned and arched against him, her nails slightly scratching down his back. He took no delay in her distractions and slowly slid into her. The pain caught to her about half his length in, and she let a high whimper as her nails dug into his shoulder. Draco hissed with both pleasure from the feeling of her cunt grasping him, and the excitement he got from her sex claws. When he was all the way in, he paused long enough for her to adjust to him before he began to work slowly and diligently; small strokes with lots of kisses.

She felt so good and tight around him it took every ounce of his self-control to keep from pounding into her virgin cunt, but he restrained himself and slowly worked to a steady pace.

The pain had faded out to a distant memory as the sex began to feel good for her. She was beginning to meet him stride for stride and her voice had returned with low moans and soft sighs.

"Mmm, yes... nnn... harder..." Draco complied to her request giving several small moans himself.

"Fuck.. Granger, you're tight..." He was now pounding into her deeply, determined to get her to scream his name. "Tell me how you want it..." his command was low, seductive and hot. She couldn't speak vulgarities normally, it was just too embarrassing; but she was enjoying him so much and when she didn't reply right away he backed down to a slow pace. She whimpered up at him, her eyes pleading for him to continue. "Tell me."

"I want..." She looked up at him as he stopped, pulling out of her dripping sex. "Gods, Malfoy... I want you to fuck me hard. Pound into me!" He gave his all too famous smirk as he slammed deep into her, his haste growing with every stroke.

"Fuck me... Yes... MMMM... Pound my dirty cunt!" Her voice was pleading and commanding at the same time. Draco smirked, slamming as hard as he could. Who'd have thought Prudish Granger had such a hot mouth. He focused on her tits, small and perky, bouncing with every thrust.

"Granger... nnn.. so... fucking good...shit..." His thrusts were getting slower but more forceful, but her moans were getting louder and he forced himself to wait out her orgasm. It only took him 3 more slams for her body to convulse with her orgasm. When he felt her pussy throbbing around him and her body stiffen with waves of pleasure, he couldn't contain his orgasm and allowed himself to ride it out. "Fuck... nnn .. nuuuugggghhh" He grunted his release, busting within her.

She looked up when they could finally loosen up and she saw him breathing heavily over her, his face dripping with sweat. When he pulled out, she could feel their mixed juices ooze out of her slightly as he fell beside her panting.

"Malfoy..."

"Sshhh... You can yell at me tomorrow... For now, shut up and sleep." He was slowly catching his breath and sleep was beginning to take over.

Too bad for Hermione. When she woke up, the hangover was too much for her and she couldn't yell at him.

You're A Bad Liar

By: Cry

Disclaimer: Don't Own… Don't Sue

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Draco Malfoy darted into the head common room that he shared with Hermione Granger. On his way past he quickly yelled, "No visitors for me, Granger; no matter the circumstances." He rushed into his room, the door being promptly slammed but his light remained off.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and continued writing her essay. Sure, it wasn't due for another three weeks; but she liked to have things done early. No doubt those last two days before the due date, all her friends will be rushing to her to double check their papers. She was just dotting her last "i" and crossing her last "t" and began proofreading and double checking it for errors.

A solemn knock at the portrait about five minutes later brought her back to reality. She walked over and opened it, coming face to face with some teary-eyed sixth year she recognized as a Slytherin. Kendra McCallahan.

She wasn't as scary or mean as the other Slytherins; on the contrary, she was very frail and timid looking. She had a pointy straight nose and high cheek bones, light golden bronzed skin and auburn red hair that fell to the middle of her back in tight spirals. She was very pretty, and she was always seen with Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley. Hermione didn't know the young girl very well, but what she did know was that this was a very sweet girl.

"Umm… hi… Miss Granger… I-is Draco h-here?" She was trying to keep her nerves in check while not choking on her own sobs.

"I'm sorry. He has requested no visitors. He's feeling a little under the weather. I can take a message?"

"Oh… ummm… sure? Umm… just tell him I never want to see him again if he's going to act like this and he can screw seeing his son." The young girl quickly turned and skittered off, not noticing the gaping hole that was once Hermione's mouth.

"DRACO LUCIUS LEE MALFOY!" She shrieked, closing the portrait before stomping up to his door.

"No visitors."

"Well you're damn well going to get a visit from me!"

"Granger, you do know what happens with the girls that visit me. I'm sure you don't want to be one of them."

"You're damn right I don't." Hermione unlocked his door and walked in crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "How could you! You knocked up a poor sixteen year old? And then left her to care for it on her own?"

"I offered her the money for an abortion! She didn't accept it! That's her fault."

"You know damn well how to perform a contraceptive spell! She's only sixteen, Malfoy! How could you leave her like that?"

"I'm only seventeen, Granger! Do you think either of us are ready to be parents? Her age aside, she shouldn't be a mother! Just as much as I shouldn't be a father! I'm smart enough to realize this!"

"How is it that you can be so heartless? She's scared out of her mind."

"She wouldn't be if she would take the damn money and do what's best for both of us. She wants to keep it, I can't stop her; but I'll be damned if she'll rope me into being a parent prematurely."

"You should never be a parent if that's your attitude."

"Well, sucks for you because one day I'll have little Malfoys treading these exact halls bullying other little mud-bloods like you. Now get out of my room if all you're going to do is lecture me. Or you could, you know, take off the top. It would be a real mark on my list to get goody-goody Granger in my bed."

"Are you actually saying you want to bed me, Malfoy?"

"Are you offering?"

"Not on your life. I don't much care for bestiality. " Hermione then left his room leaving him to ponder her joke. Stupid ferret. Hermione snickered as she returned to her room for the night.

Draco didn't leave his common room for the whole week except for classes. He opted to take his meals in his room and avoided all mingling with students at all costs. He definitely didn't want to run into Kendra again.

Normally this would not bother Hermione one bit. However, seeing as he wouldn't leave their common room, he was spending an awful lot of time in her sanctuary. Used to, he would either be in his room or out and about. But now, when he was bored of being holed up in his room, he would venture forth to the common room Hermione had the misfortune of sharing with him. And humans are pack animals by nature. But, seeing as Draco was not mingling with his own pack, he looked for his social needs in Hermione.

Most girls, they would jump at the opportunity to spend hours alone with the Slytherin Prince; but not Hermione. Draco didn't know how to be civil with her. Therefore, their social time together was spent with him annoying the frazzled Gryffindor so much that she often contemplated throwing herself off the astronomy tower. No, I have too many friends. Hermione generally rationalized her suicidal fantasies and replaced them with the more appropriate image of tossing the irritating Blonde off the tower.

"Granger? Are you listening to a word I've been saying?"

"Every word." Hermione didn't look up from the essay she was writing. She wasn't actually listening, but she'd tell him anything if it meant leaving her alone.

"Then tell me what I said!"

"Look, Malfoy! I am not your personal entertainment! If you're so desperate for human interaction, go hang out with your friends! Stop harassing me!"

"Someone's grouchy. Did you fall off the wrong side of your broom stick?"

"You should know damn well I don't ride the things. Humans were born without wings for a reason." Hermione nearly kicked herself. She let his banter get the best of her… again. Merlin, she was stupid. The more she allowed him that power, the more she would suffer this injustice. "Just go away."

"I don't think I will."

"And why, pray tell, is that?"

"Because you would miss me." He smirked that damned smirk. She wished she could slap the damn thing off his face. She was tired of seeing it everywhere.

"I don't think there's a thing about you that I would miss." She stood to leave; pausing only for a moment to make sure her skirt wasn't jacked up in the back before turning her back to him and going to class. She would be fifteen minutes early, but if it meant getting away from him, she would be willing to take one for the team.

"Hermione! Hermione! Did you hear? Did you?" Ginny came rushing up with Penelope, a fellow Gryffindor. Both girls seemed extremely giddy. "Draco's on the prowl for a new girl!"

"Ginny don't tell me you're going to try and get in his bed." Hermione had a lecturing face that could rival that of Mrs. Weasley.

"It couldn't hurt."

"GINNY! The man is a total pig! He changes girls every four days. Believe me, I see them in the common room."

"But he only has one official girlfriend and he generally keeps them for at least 3 months."

"Then he's sleeping around behind their backs. Trust me, Gin, he's trouble."

"But he and Kendra just broke up! It's the perfect opportunity!"

"Kendra is your friend! And the bastard knocked her up then dumped her! Just leave him to do his bidding. Don't become a checkmark on his list." Hermione was warning her friend wisely, but Ginny didn't seem much content to listen.

Hermione rolled her eyes as the two girls walked away and entered the class getting a seat up front. She never expected that when she returned, Ginny and Penelope would be in her common room strip dancing for Draco.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley! What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing? Get yourself dressed and back to Gryffindor tower before I have the mind to write your mother! And Penelope LeeAnne Vicks! You best get back to the tower too. Ten points each from Gryffindor!" The two girls rushed out of the common rooms with hushed promises to come back for a more comfortable show in his room.

"Malfoy!" Hermione turned her rage to the Blonde who now seemed to be trying to scurry to his room. "Don't you dare leave this room until I finish with you!" Her words were meant to be threatening, but she regretted them the moment they left her mouth. Draco's fearful expression immediately recovered to one of his usual victorious smirks.

"I knew you'd want me sooner or later, Granger. My bed is open for you anytime."

"Again… not in this lifetime."

"Oh? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you stopped Little Weaselette and the other girl because you're jealous."

"Well it's a good thing you know better than that. Now, don't you dare go messing with Gryffindors. Keep your excursions to the other three houses."

"Do I, Granger? Do I know better?" Hermione was now painfully aware of how close he had gotten to her. His cologne was intoxicating, drawing her in. "You look nervous, Granger. Tell me," He drew in closer, his lips mere centimeters from her earlobe; his breath was warm and sent chills rippling down her spine, "Do I make you nervous?"

"Malfoy. I order… you to step back…right now." She was angry her body was betraying her, she was scared at how shaky her voice was; but worst of all, she was skeptical of her self-control in this instance.

"My, my, Granger. You won't win any fights with such wavering doubts. You have to be firm. Then again, you're trying your best to say you don't want me."

"I don't want you, Malfoy."

"Oh?" Draco gave her an evil smile as he ground groin into her own, eliciting a small gasp and moan from the petite girl. "You're a bad liar, Granger."

Draco's lips were instantly on hers and Hermione felt the last of her hesitation fly out the window. All self control had fallen; all logical thoughts had left her. All that remained was primal instinct and lust. She could see it in him too; desire was hot in his eyes making his usually cold, stormy, grey eyes of steel a melted pool of silver. His finger tips traced fire down her arms as his hot lips sent spine-chilling kisses to her neck.

She could feel his anticipation growing beneath the layers of his tight denim pants. She should have turned back. She should have been frightened by the size. Hell, she should have been scared that her body wasn't listening to her. But all she felt was need; and his tongue running smoothly on collar bone – wait… when did her shirt get unbuttoned? – those godlike fingers, when did they find their way under her skirt? When did he start teasing her through her soaking panties? When did her panties become soaking?

She had no idea how all this was happening, and she had now lost all concept of time. How long had they been like this? How long had his gorgeous hands been playing at her.

"Granger, you're so fucking hot."

"Mmm.. wha-? Ooohh." Her fingers had dug into his shoulder as he struck her nerves, earning her a hiss of his approval.

Draco moved his lips to her ear and, after a soft nip, he gave her a gruff whisper, "You're so wet… and your moans… Granger… I need you… now."

"Mal –" He cut her off with his mouth on hers while he tugged her panties down, letting them fall around her ankles. Within a moment his full blown erection stood at attention, scaring her back slightly to logical thinking. "Malfoy, really… I can't…"

"Don't tease, Granger, it's not nice. I promise it won't bite."

"Draco…" He pulled back and looked at her. That was the first time she'd ever called him Draco. She sounded so scared and worried, so innocent. Her innocence was one thing that drew him to her and he had to control himself from pounding into her right then. But he restrained himself and kissed her forehead.

"What, love? This isn't the best time to hold a conversation you know…"

"I'm…" Hermione looked away, from embarrassment, shame, or fear. He couldn't tell which, but whatever the emotion was he knew what was coming next and he shushed her gently. He led her over to the couch and laid her down in front of him.

"I'll take good care of you. Trust me." For a brief moment Hermione almost let herself think about how many girls he'd possibly deflowered before. She resolved that it was a thought she'd rather not contemplate and focused, instead, on the tip of his cock that was now teasing the entrance of her soaking centre.

She wasn't sure when he happened exactly; but when he took her nipple in his lips and felt his fingers teasing her clit, she appreciated the distraction they offered. Within seconds a searing pain tore through her lower body. For a second she felt tears come to her eyes, though they weren't tears of pain. They weren't tears of joy either. They were tears of mourning. She was mourning the end of her purity, her innocence. She was now grown up in a very intimate way, and that thought scared her.

Draco held still through all the pain, watching her until she relaxed below him. He took that as the green flag and allowed himself to slowly move within her. He was relieved when she began rocking against him, bringing an accompaniment to his rhythm.

He would pull out then slam back in, earning him a light moan. He leaned forward and gave her a kiss before he withdrew from her and placed a teasing kiss on her clit.

"Is that it?" Her question amused him for some reason or another. Normally he would be insulted. Merlin's beard, he was not a minute man by any stretch of the imagination.

"Hell no! It's just getting started, Pet. Turn over."

"What?" Her eyes went wide. He wanted her to expose her ass to him? Like some dog in heat?

"Get on your hands and knees." Hermione skeptically turned over, her face going red with embarrassment.

Draco took longer than he should have to admire her backside. "Bend her upper half down more." She complied, earning a groan from Draco. With every inch she lowered her upper half the more clearly her pussy was exposed to him, pleasing him with the view of her want. Draco couldn't hold back his urge anymore. He leaned forward and, before she could protest, his tongue was lapping hungrily at her wet pussy.

His tongue teased and played with her clitoris before he would allow it to run the length of her slit 3 full times. Then he would return to her clitoris for more teasing. On his third trip up her slit, he sank his thick, juicy tongue between her swollen, southern lips. She moaned with pleasure as his tongue sunk deep within her, whimpering as it would retreat from her depth.

Without warning, Hermione felt his tongue abandon her pussy only to feel him push deep inside her with his throbbing cock. She cried out in shock and whimpered under him, but she surprised them both when she begged him for more.

He pulled back and slammed into her. Again and again, he slammed his length into her. Her virgin walls grabbed him tightly. He grabbed her hips for extra hold as he pulled her back to him, his fingers digging into her hips slightly.

"Mmm... harder…"

Draco felt her end unraveling and she was near her peak. "Hermione…" Draco was biting on her shoulder blade as his voice came out in a strangled grunt. "Say my name."

"Wha–"

"Say it." Draco gave a forceful shove making her whimper under him and cry out in ecstasy. "I'll give you what you want…"

"I … can't…" Hermione's face was beat red with embarrassment.

"What do you want, Hermione?" Draco reached under her and stroked her clit as he slid within her.

"I want… you to make me… cum hard…" Her sentence was a whisper, horse and fought between heavy breaths.

"I'll make you cum. Harder than you ever thought possible… do you want that?"

"Uh-huh… uunng"

"Say my name." Draco shifted just right and upon slamming into her, he felt her break. Her walls clamped around him as he could feel her body go rigid in his hands, convulsing with pleasure.

Hermione couldn't stop the cry as pleasure spread through her in waves. "Oooo.. DRACO! AANNNNNGGG … uuuuuuugggnnnn.." Draco smirked as she came under him, riding out her orgasm. It was her nails that did it for him. As the tension in her hit the last peak of intensity, her nails dug deeply into his back, racking down. His name on her lips, the syrupy seduction of her voice, her nails digging into him, her walls clamping around him; everything was so overwhelming and Draco slammed one final hard time into her, releasing his seed deep within her.

"Holy fuck, Granger. You're amazing."

"Oh Merlin! This is a terrible mistake." Hermione's logic returned, her previous high quickly forgotten.

"But it was worth making. You loved it."

"I most certainly did not!"

"Granger, has anyone ever told you that you're a bad liar?"