Hello everyone, thanks for the love. Here's chapter two. I also forgot to mention before, so I'm doing it now, I obviously do not own any recognizable character names, locations, etc. Most belong to that famous and rich lady.

Please enjoy this chapter, I had so much fun writing it.

~Noodles2

Chapter 2

Sundays were, by far her favorite days ever. She woke up late, something she afforded herself only on these days. She took a quick shower and dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a yellow tank top. Grabbing her purse she left her flat for her Sunday ritual.

Every Sunday she would head over to a local brunch place where the food was heavenly. The Sweet Maple Café had these fluffy sweet milk biscuits and the most delicious omelets. Grabbing an outside table she settled with a copy the local paper in her lap. The waiter took her order shortly and left her with a nice cup of roasted almond tea.

As she was reading a story about the disappearance of an 11 year old girl in Bulgaria a shadow fell into her light.

Looking up she was greeted by a very unpleasant looking Malfoy.

When she noticed him, he took the chair across and took a seat, all while glaring at her.

Hermione smirked, "I'd think you'd be all bruised and unable to sit from having your balls attacked by Goldilocks all night."

Silence.

That was strange, no nasty greeting, no clipped remark.

Her eyes widened, "You're still under my spell, oh this is rich, I guess I made it a little too strong. I must say though I rather like a quiet you, makes for pleasant company."

With alarmingly fast reflexes his hand shot out and gripped her knee painfully and yanked her along with her chair closer towards the table until she was being crushed between the edge of the table and her chair.

Her hand went for his wrist trying to alleviate the pressure, "Malfoy let go!"

Making a move for her wand with her other hand, it was quickly caught in his free hand. Pulling her roughly closer, she realized she looked like she was leaning intimately towards him. He took her fingers and rubbed them over his lips as he glared at her. The soft flesh made her shiver, but his eyes were clearly yelling, "Get this spell off me!"

"F-fine I'll remove it, just let me go."

A few lingering seconds later, he almost roughly pushed her back. Steadying herself, she went to reach for her wand, noticing his careful and guarded stance, she saw his own wand concealed, but at the ready.

Stealthily she recited the incantation and removed the spell.

She could see Malfoy's tongue slip free from the confines of his sealed lips and moisten the already soft flesh. He then reached for her tea and took a large gulp.

"You sodding wench, if I hadn't found you, I could have died from thirst!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic, the spell only had a few more hours to go. Besides you deserve it for being such a prat."

He glared at her, but the gaze was scrutinizing. He roamed over her features, she was flushed with anger and the color seeped from her cheeks down her neck. Her hair was a mess of curls, not frizzy like in her childhood, but tamed and a sun colored chestnut hue. Her eyes were still defiant and haughty.

Feeling his overanalyzing stare she arched an eyebrow at him.

He cleared his throat then said, "my behavior was hardly prat like, if you had perhaps civilly stopped by, perhaps when my endeavors were over, and asked if I could keep it down, I may have obliged. You instead chose to barge in, head first, sword stretched out like a silly little Gryffindor," he then turned and signaled the waiter to bring him some water.

"Yes, well then Mr. Malfoy, if you were to please keep your "endeavors" to a discreet volume next time, I would greatly appreciate it, would you be so kind?" She couldn't quite help the sarcasm that dripped off every word. He was really ruining her Sunday.

The waiter had brought his water then started taking his order, she interrupted him, "No, you're not staying here. Get another table."

The waiter hesitated, then Draco looked at him, "She's just kidding, I'll have the sweet biscuit egg and cheese sandwich with a fruit salad please." He smiled dashingly and honestly it seemed to make the waiter swoon a little. As the waiter walked away she couldn't help but really take a look at Malfoy.

Malfoy had aged well, his jaw was well defined and angled, his skin still a smooth pale cream, and his lips, god those lips looked good. She may not like the man, but he was, dare she say it, dashing.

Shaking herself out of her revere she looked at Draco Malfoy genuinely smiling at her. She couldn't help but look at him questioningly.

"What Granger? The way I see it, you are truly an amusing witch, I've made it my priority to lighten up, and rethinking last night's events, it was bloody hilarious. Besides, I recall you were wearing quite the tiny bed gown and was that Slytherin green?"

Fudge buckets

She was trying not to swear again.

She had forgotten that she really didn't see to it to cover up in her raging fit.

"Yes well, you were encroaching on my personal time and I am allowed to wear what I want, oh look our food is here," She was blushing, she couldn't help it. The thought that Draco Malfoy had remembered that particular detail was bringing back thoughts of her naughty novel.

"Aw Granger, don't be embarrassed, I did always wonder what you were hiding under those overly large robes," he punctuated his amusement by taking a bite of one his strawberries. The juice started to dribble on the side of his mouth when his pink little tongue peaked out to get it.

The motion had her transfixed.

Gathering her thoughts she began to bite into her veggie omelet and teasingly stated, "Hmm, I can assure you Malfoy that my school girl figure wasn't quite as tempting as it is now."

"Getting cocky aren't we," he teased back.

"No, I'm fairly positive that when I'm around, you're the one getting cock-y"

She couldn't help it. It had been so long since she played with anyone. Verbally and physically. Malfoy was always up for a good tongue lashing, and yes she was now thinking naughty.

Crap.

It indeed has been too long.

Malfoy was amused, he couldn't hide it, and they ate the rest of their meal going back and forth. Each comment was getting racier and a little more risqué.

"I know you're curious about Goldilocks, " he said taking his last bite.

"Yeah about that, I hope she made it out alive, personally I'm surprised Papa Bear didn't come busting through my wall, what with the force he was using to give it to her good"

"If you wanted Papa Bear through your wall, all you had to do was taste my porridge"

She giggled, she couldn't help it, "Oh you didn't just say that with a straight face!"

Their food had long gone and their bill sat there ignored.

"As lovely as this is, I have a few things to do Malfoy, so I suppose I'll be seeing you around. I'll take care of this," she set down the money and started gathering her things.

"What makes you think I'll let you pay for this?"

"Easy, the guilt that I was so kind to you today and forgiving, will hopefully keep your future fairytale sluts off my wall," she smiled and sauntered away leaving a thoroughly amused Malfoy.

It had been three days, three whole days since she left Malfoy at the café and she couldn't stop thinking about him. She replayed the banter, his mannerisms, everything. She was having trouble concentrating at work. There was a proposal from the Greek Wizarding Council regarding ways to increase friendly and economy boosting tourism. It had now sat there for 32 minutes.

She hadn't seen him in the hallway. Heard him in his apartment, or seen him in the halls. It was driving her crazy, mostly because she hoped that maybe he would come busting through her wall to fulfill her naughty fairytale fantasies.

Yes, she was having dreams, day dreams, and just plain naughty thoughts all day featuring Draco Malfoy doing depraved things to her.

It started Sunday night. When she went to bed, she soon seeped into dreamland.

She woke up in the forbidden forest, next to her sat a basket full of muffins, she was on her way to see Hagrid when she got lost. Tired of wandering around she sat down and closed her eyes. When she woke up, it was already dark outside.

The chilly air caused her to pull her bright red cloak closer to her body. As she began trekking through the forest once more, then she began to hear strange sounds. Suddenly a gust of wind blew her basket away and her skirt up. In trying to cover up she didn't notice the menacing figure stalking closer and closer.

Distracted by trying to gather herself and her things she was caught off guard when a figure slammed her roughly against the nearest tree. She wanted to scream, but found herself paralyzed with fear. Her body was being pushed face first into the rough bark and she winced. She could feel a warm torso pushed against her backside and a heated breath against her neck.

There was a low growl emanating from the figure behind her and she could then feel a hot mouth suckling the crook of her neck and then a nibble. She couldn't help the slight moan that escaped her.

Upon hearing the encouraging moan the figure turned her around and pushed her roughly upwards causing her heated and moist core to rub against his erection.

He wasn't a man, but clearly a lycan. His pale hair shown in the moonlight and his eyes were a feral grey. His naked torso was lean and clearly defined. He buried his nose in her curls and inhaled her scent.

"You smell good enough to eat, and look at those big innocent brown eyes, surely they were made to better gaze upon the one that will make you his. Those luscious lips, made to better tempt and please me. Mmm…those curves, better for me to grip you as I slam into you."

He began to make good on his promises. The big bad wolf was ripping her blouse and nipping at her exposed flesh, eliciting little moans. Growling in satisfaction when he felt her rubbing herself against him to create friction, his patience was tossed aside. Forcefully tearing her panties aside he plunged his eager cock into her moist center.

Her red cloak began to tear as it was scraping against the bark from the force of his thrusts. She continued to ride him holding on as the pressure was building.

"You're mine little red riding hood, say it"

Her eyes were glazed, the sensations too much and she couldn't stop herself from saying it.

"I'm yours"

With his thrusts getting wilder, his hands gripped her hips and slammed her onto him a few more times before he felt her muscles clenching. With a growl and scream he bit her exposed shoulder-

BEEP ….BEEEP…BEEEEP

Hermoine had woken with a start as she realized she was about to have had the best orgasm in fairytale history.

Monday had been grueling as she replayed the vivid dream all day. She attributed the strange event to just the lack of a bedmate and gelato right before bed.

That night she avoided the cold treat and went to be reading a book on the political history between Muggle society and the Wizarding world. That night…

She was floating, Her curls spreading and rippling as the wind sifted through each strand. She was falling down a rabbit hole.

Smoothing her pale blue halter dress and her hair upon landing, she noticed she was in a very tall forest. The flowers loomed over her making questioning faces and whispering about her flimsy petals.

Glancing questioning looks their way she continued onwards looking for the white rabbit she was sure ran this way.

"My, my, it seems we have a wandering champion," said a sultry voice from behind her.

Turning sharply she saw a tall, blonde man wearing dress slacks, a slightly unbuttoned and wrinkled white shirt and what looked like a top hat slightly tilted atop his head. He smirked wickedly her way then did the unexpected, he bowed dramatically removing his hat and spreading his arms.

"My dear Alice you have returned."

"Alice? I'm not Alice."

"But of course you're Alice, what else would you be?"

"Firstly, I'm not a what, I'm a who. Secondly, I'm Hermione."

"Nonsense, perhaps you hit your head," at saying this the man stepped forward and fitted his long sculpted fingers into her tresses feeling her scalp and rubbing soothingly, while looking for a sore spot.

"You're mad, stop that!" She tried to remove his tickling fingers and defiantly stared at him.

His eyes were full of mischief and glee, "Dear Alice, are we playing a game? You know I love games. I have ever so missed your imaginative nature."

He moved his fingers teasingly down her shoulders, "My pet, what shall we play? Hmmm, how about cat and mouse?"

The mad hatter grinned like a Cheshire cat and disappeared right before her eyes.

She was startled out of her revere, his strokes and his purring voice had stirred strange emotions. Shaking herself from the strange encounter she began to walk towards what she assumed was north. After passing whispering lilies and sparring dragonflies she felt herself suddenly thrusted to the ground as she was pounced on by a grinning mad hatter.

"Well, that was easy, what shall I do with my little mouse?"

Tipping his tall hat to the side he began to nuzzle her neck lovingly, "You know, I've missed you terribly, all I could think about was how a world without an Alice is not as amusing."

He began to place small licks and kisses moving down her breast, he pulled her dress down exposing him to her.

"I told you, I'm not an Alice," she weakly replied as he took a stiff peak into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the nipple and pulling away with a final lick.

He looked into her eyes and she could see lust, "But you taste ever so Alice like."

With that he slipped his hands under the petals of her dress and took her plump lips with his own. Sucking gently on the lower lip and moving in sync with her. They stopped briefly to catch air and whispered, "so delectably Alice."

His finger teased her through the thin white cotton that was hot and sticky from her wetness. Deftly moving them to the side he teased her bundle of nerves and elicited a moan from her lips onto his.

Grinning madly at her reaction he inserted a finger and rubbed his thumb gently over her clit.

She rocked with his hand and returned his kisses heatedly, no longer caring whether she was an Alice or not, though she was fairly certain she was not.

He began to pump a second digit as he could feel the moisture growing and her sounds getting louder. Clenching tightly over his fingers, he could feel her walls convulsing and her back arched, letting him heighten her pleasure by taking her nipples into his mouth to suck hard.

She could feel the warming sensations spreading throughout her body, focusing on the spots he was touching.

While she was still sensitive from her own orgasm, he lifted her skirts completely and positioned his length near her center, "Forgive me my Alice, but I want to experience your wonderland too."

With that he thrust balls deep and felt her muscles tense at the sensitive intrusion. He slowly moved in and out hold her lovingly, soon he thrust a little harder and faster. Hearing her encouraging moans, he couldn't stop the triumphant smirk that grew on his face.

"I think I'm getting lost in wonderland, my dear Alice I can't hold out much longer," with the sweetest and most pained expression on his face he buried himself a few more times inside her then tensed as he came.

She rode out his orgasm as the tension in her own body was reaching it's peak again.

A few more strokes, she was almost at the end, she could see the light down the rabbit hole, tensing-

BEEP BEEP…BEEEP

Tuesday morning, Hermione broke her alarm clock. The poor thing was smashed against the wall before it could beep one more time.

She was tense all day, snipping at any idiotic intern brave enough to knock on her door. Her body was turning against her, at the mere thought of her dreams and Malfoy she would grow wet, the jolt of energy spearing from her imaginative brain to her core.

This had to stop. Before heading to work she had stopped by the Apothecary to get a Dreamless Sleep Potion, but the bloody, dastardly basterds were in cahoots with her treacherous brain because they had just sold the last vial and wouldn't get another shipment until next week.

Tuesday night she was afraid to go to bed, she tried to stay awake as long as possible, but sleep took over around 1am.

She was walking through a garden, it was well into the night and she could smell the roses. There were hundreds. Each blooming and freshly dewed from the moisture in the air. Through the garden she could see the gate towards a tall and foreboding castle.

Her curiosity was insatiable; she needed to know who could grow such gorgeous roses. Walking into the castle, she made note that the door wasn't locked, therefore she could enter. She walked cautiously towards a fire light. From the corner of her eyes she caught a flash of movement.

Moments later she felt herself lifted off the ground by a strong grip on her shoulder. The hands had sharp claws, but the hands had a human quality. She stared directly ahead into a pair of enraged silver orbs. The man-beast had pale skin and a defined jaw lined with fine golden hairs, his lips curled in a snarl as he bared his sharp canines. She followed the sound of his growl down his neck towards his sculpted torso, even lower towards his navel and hips, barely covered by loose slacks.

Noticing her flushed cheeks and following her gaze, the beast moved his body closer trapping her against his castle wall.

His voice came with a growl, "What are you doing here?"

She couldn't stop the jolt of electricity that shot straight through her at the sound of his voice.

"I wanted to see the person that made the roses bloom"

That wasn't what he was expecting, he also wasn't expecting her to place her small palms against his chest and lean in. She sniffed gingerly.

He pounced back several feet and crouched defensively, glaring at her.

She gasped, he was hauntingly beautiful.

Not knowing what was propelling her forward she stalked him, causing him to cautiously move back, until they were in his study. The room had a roaring fire and a large chaise lounge draped in red velvet.

He smelled it, her arousal, and she couldn't stop herself from wondering where he came from and why he smelled like the most delectable flower in the world.

Her scent was driving him mad, he was trying to control himself, he didn't want to behave like the beast he had become, but one look into her lust hooded eyes and he was pouncing on her.

She didn't see him move, but felt herself pushed against the velvet surface. She felt him push against her back, his erection rubbing against her wet center. His clawed hands shredded her clothes, and his mouth placed hot open kisses along her spine.

She was bent over, kneeling on the soft material when she felt his nose against her arousal. Then a forceful lick. His face was buried against her sex as he teased and licked. She was addicting to him, tasting like the sweetest ambrosia. Parting her legs and lifting her supple backside higher to get better access he then buried his tongue inside her.

Her moans made his erection strain with want. He couldn't bear it any longer, positioning his freed member he plunged into her ready and dripping pussy.

Rutting like the beast he had became would bring him shame in the morning, but tonight he would relish the feel of his balls slapping against her and his length buried deep inside her tight clenching muscles. She mewled as he pumped faster riding her hard and the feel of his hands gripping her waist possessively as he pumped faster and faster was making her even more dizzy with want.

The feeling that she belonged to him, this man-beast, and that she belonged to him made her even more moist.

Her continued his assault, with her moans and sweet "Oh gods" encouraging his release.

Soon they both began to feel the pressure bursting, her body tensed and she came as he thrust a few more times. Riding her release, the beast felt himself lose himself. With a shudder he roared and came inside her.

As if on autopilot, She woke up with a startle.

She had a thin sheet of perspiration covering her and her hand was stuck against her wet lower lips and her moist panties.

She could feel the after sensations of her orgasm.

Bloody beast Draco Malfoy had made her cum in her sleep.

This is why the report now sat on her desk unread for 57 minutes. This is why she had shooed everyone away and glared and snipped and acted like a complete bitch to her employees.

She sighed, closed the report, and resolved to get everyone an "I'm really sorry for being such an in-heat bitch for the past three days" muffin basket tomorrow morning.

Not getting any more work done, she started gathering her things and flooed home.

She hoped tonight she could get some proper rest, but she also couldn't deny she was curious as to what her imagination would come up with next.