Roman MacIsaac

"Did you lock the do—"

"Yes—"

"And the repelling ch—"

"Yes—"

"But when if—"

"Granger," Malfoy said, pulling away from her neck with flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. "It's fine. We're alone."

He reached for her lips again, slicing down her worries and protests with his practiced tongue. Hermione let her worries go and sank into the kiss, hands clinging to his shoulders as he pressed them closer together. Malfoy sat on the table and she stood between his legs, the only time they didn't have a glaring height disadvantage between them.

She liked it better this way, it allowed her more space to let her hands roam without her calves cramping from standing on her tiptoes too long.

Malfoy's hands groped her arse, massaging and pressing into the flesh covered by her athletic shorts. Hermione clutched his neck harder, quietly moaning when his tongue reached out for hers before teasingly slipping back into his mouth.

"What do you need, love?" He asked, hands now under her shorts.

A quivering whimper was stuck in her throat. She sucked on his lip before hovering right before it. His breath tasted sweet and salty on her tongue. Sweat still clung to him after practice and she wanted to run her tongue from his throat all the way down to his navel.

"You," she whispered, kissing him tenderly as her hands found his length and began stroking over his practice kit.

He sucked in a breath, his own hands harshly gripping her arse.

"Quickly," she added and enjoyed the way he huffed a laugh in her mouth. He pulled away, a dangerous spark in his eyes.

"What if I want to take my time?" He asked her, one hand skimming around her front and diving under her shorts.

Hermione shuddered, stomach and thighs quivering with the sensitive touch. He smirked up at her before diving one of his long fingers into her wet center. Her breath hilted and she squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure rounded its way through her body.

"I— we should go back to the hotel." She told him, sighing into his neck as he pumped her.

"And if I don't feel like aparrating with an erection?" He asked cheekily.

She only groaned and bounced her hips with the movement of his hand. She squeezed him through his shorts, getting his breathing to falter. Worried about the time they had and someone breaking through their concealment and locking charms, Hermione motioned for him to slide his clothes off.

He raised his bum off the table and let her pull down his shorts until they fell down to his ankles. Malfoy kicked one leg free as he tried to work her out of her own clothing. She aided him, swiftly removing her shorts and shoes.

His dark stare was paired with a seductive smirk. Hermione wasted no time in claiming his mouth and stroking him bare. She licked and nipped at his lips, thrusting her tongue against his until his moans vibrated down her throat and she swallowed them like she was starving.

Hermione lifted her leg and mounted him on the table, knees at his hips, straddling him impatiently. His hands tethered to her behind, helping her maintain balance. One of his hands twisted to her curls, thumb on her cheek. She looked up, finding a concerned expression.

"Are you sore at all?" He asked, referencing their post date activities. Their portkey yesterday placed them back inside Draco's room, which they remained in until this morning. Hermione did feel a bit tired, but right now, the thought of him stretching her full made her stomach coil.

But every time that they had been intimate, Draco was in command, careful of the pace and how far he'd push into her. He'd make sure she was dripping before even putting the head of his cock at her entrance. Now that she was straddling him, she was a bit worried at how this would go, nonetheless, she wasn't going to change her mind.

"M'fine." She said, mumbling into his lips.

Draco kissed her back feverishly. The burn between them licked at their skin and demanded a resolution to their tension. He helped her lift her hips and then grabbed his shaft, holding it still for her. Hermione watched as she slowly lowered onto him, cunt trying to suck him in deeper.

"F-fu—oh fuck me." He moaned, mouth hanging open.

Hermione's fists were clenched on his shoulders, far too tightly if she had to guess. She forced herself to release her breath and continue to sheath him. When something in her stomach pinched, she stopped and opened her eyes.

"I think that's as far as I can go." She told him, her walls already fighting him.

"That's fine, love," he gasped, kissing her neck, "move when you're ready."

She took his advice and made herself relax before she lifted her hips and shallowly bounced and grinded on him. She marveled at the way Draco looked in that moment. He let his head fall back onto his shoulders once she found a rhythm that worked for her and shut his eyes. His cheeks were stained with pinks and his mouth was a beautiful deep rose color.

Moans of encouragement fell past his lips, to which she leaned forward and took the words with her own mouth.

"Yes….fuck my cock, keep going." He said and she dug her nails into his neck and moaned into his neck.

Her thighs and glutes were already sore from the movement, but when her lethargy was noticed, Draco easily kept pace by holding her hips and arse.

"No, no, good girls don't stop Granger. I need to feel you come." He told her and there was a new wave of adrenaline that took over.

The sensation of being stretched and filled when she'd impale herself with his girth made her wall slicker. Hermione had never been turned on by size before, finding a wizard who knew how to please a woman and be good in bed was enough.

But with Draco's size, it had shone a light on a new world. She fantasized about being able to take him whole, and if that would even be possible. Her nipples hardened at the thought of her just suddenly forcing herself all the way down on him, pain be damned.

Without another second passing, she dropped her weight and took more of him. She immediately cried at the strange pain, but feeling herself giving way to him still brought waves of pleasure and stars to her visions.

Draco's fingers were digging harshly into her skin, certainly marking her but she could barely feel it. The burn seeped into her bloodstream and pumped throughout her body.

"How does it feel? Like this?" Draco asked, panting into her neck. Hermione rolled her hips, both of them stilling for a moment as they basked in the jolt of ecstasy between them.

"S-so good." She said and watched as he lazily smiled.

"Not too much?" He asked and she shook her head. "Good, because I want you like this again tonight—"

Hermione moved up and sank back down, sighing as she felt the steady rise of her orgasm.

"But you'll be naked and won't have to hide your screams." He promised, taking her mouth for his own and firmly holding her by the side of her neck.

Hermione whimpered and quickened her bouncing.

"Oh—"

"Gods Hermione–"

Her chest was heating. There was a tightness that crawled through her stomach and into her center, clutching Draco harder. His hands helped her move faster, but he still allowed her to thrust as far as she could take him. Her head fell backwards, mouth parting as a silent scream was threatening to poor over.

"Let me see you come," Draco whispered, biting into her neck, "I want to feel your slick on my stomach."

A hot white flash coursed through her and she leaned forward, throwing her arms around his shoulders and crying into his neck. Hermione's body shook as she irregularly thrusted on him, gasping for air.

"Keep going, take it all from me." He told her, helping her hips to lift.

Delirious through her orgasm, she shook and withered in his lap but still moved up and down on him. He was helping her bounce just on the tip of his cock, moving faster per second.

With one final burst of her orgasm, her walls tightened around him and Draco lifted his hips up. Hermione felt a shiver dance around her body when his come spurted inside her. He groaned heavily, heaving air into her sweaty and messy hair.

His hands moved up her back, holding her tightly to him as Hermione dug her face into his neck, wincing as he pulled out but sighing in relief when she was able to fully sit on his lap. She all but collapsed into him, spent, satiated and tired.

"Okay?" He asked after a moment, running soothing lines up her back with his fingers. She nodded slowly and pulled back to grin at him.

"You're a terrible influence." She told him and watched as he belted out a quick laugh. Hermione snickered as she tried to tell her muscles to work again so she could stand. Malfoy carefully helped her to her feet, holding her by the waist knowing she felt weak.

"You didn't say no. Smart as you are, I'm sure you definitely could have refused my charm." He said with a squinty smile, one that made her reciprocate equally bright.

Hermione grabbed her shorts and vanished her pair of ruined knickers. Malfoy pulled up his own trousers and stood from the table so she could set the cleaning charms.

"Anything else you have to do for the afternoon?" He asked, handing her the shoes she kicked off haphazardly.

"I have a meeting with the coaches before dinner to go over everyone's inquiries. Other than that, no. You?" She said, legs weak so she sat on the table to steady herself, next to him.

"Blaise set up a last minute meeting with a potential sponsor, so I'll miss team dinner." He said with an annoyed sigh.

Hermione gave a light humph, watching him push his hair back out of his face before turning to lopsidedly grin at her. She instantly smiled back.

"I'm free for now. Care to join me for a nap? We've both had quite an exhausting workout." He said, rising from the table and grabbing her hands so she'd stand. Hermione grinned and let him pull her to the door.

"Guess I am knackered." She mumbled and quickly summoned her bag, shut off the lights and locked up. Malfoy took her bag from her hands, slinging it over his shoulder. They walked to the floo together, shoulders bumping and knuckles brushing from being too close.

Hermione,

I'm in town for the semi-finals and heard you were the Head Healer for England. If you're free, I'd love to see you. Brunch or dinner, whatever you prefer! I'm staying at The Sunny Son hotel.

Look forward to hearing from you!

-Roman

Hermione smiled down at the letter and decided to respond right there. Coming back from their team dinner, she was surprised that she had a post waiting, having not the foggiest of who it could be. Roman making the trip for the quarter finals wasn't unlikely, but she was still caught off guard at him reaching out. It's been quite some time since they last spoke.

She wrote she was available for breakfast tomorrow or Friday, apologizing since her schedule was pretty full just days before the match. She headed down to the owlery connected to the lobby and sent off her letter.

As entered the lift, she hesitated to press the number for her floor.

It was getting later in the evening, and she wondered if Draco was still out with Blaise or if he had returned. She pressed his floor's button, deciding to check quickly. At his door, she knocked three times and waited a long moment before tentatively raising her fist and knocking again.

He wasn't back yet, so she left for her room and turned in for the evening.

"Oh fuck me! Look at you, gorgeous!" Roman smiled bright at her, eyes covered by some sunnies.

He stood from their table and embraced her in a huge hug. Hermione giggled a bit when he picked her up off her feet.

"Hi Roman. Gods, it's been forever." She said, thanking him as he held out her seat for her.

"I know, Jesus. Over a year. You look great, Hermione, honestly." He was one to talk. Roman was shorter than Malfoy but still fairly taller than other men. With his wavy brown locks and sky blue eyes, he had women everywhere giving him double looks. He hadn't changed and time was always very gracious with him.

"Thank you, you look the same." She replied, making him laugh hard as he pulled off his glasses.

Roman, kind and sweet, still emulated his media persona. Confident, swooner, classic flirt, insanely direct. She was glad they were long past that point of being uncomfortable around each other, she found his personality to be hilarious even when he was trying to be serious.

Much of their breakfast was spent laughing, Hermione making fun of him as she listened to his failed relationships, how his quidditch season went and the downfall of losing in the first round of the World Cup. Roman was very eccentric when he spoke, swore a lot, but was fun to be around.

"Do you miss the U.S.?" He asked, chewing on his toast.

"I miss New York. I certainly miss Washington too. I'd like to go back one day." She replied, sipping on her tea.

"And me, of course. I know you miss me." He said with a smirk and she laughed.

"Eh, love it or leave it." She told him, he chuckled.

"And leave it you did." He said, eyes casted down with a forced smile. Hermione's shoulders dropped, completely unaware their break up was still tender even after all this time.

"Oh, Ro—I'm sorry I didn't mean—"

"I'm just fucking with you. No bad blood, honey, just pointing out facts." He then said and she kicked him under the table. He groaned but still laughed.

"Don't be an arse."

"'Don't be an arse,' I do miss your cute accent." Roman said with a big smile. "Has anyone tripped your trigger? Or are you still mending your broken heart from our relationship?"

She snorted loudly, covering her mouth with her hand. Once she settled, Hermione felt her cheeks warm and refused to meet his eye. She was considering lying, but her hesitation only led him to make clear assumptions.

"Well, um…"

"Oh my god! Hermione!" Roman exclaimed with glee. "You're fucking someone! Look at you blushing already."

"Merlin Roman—"

"Who is it? Someone from home or from work? That's probably why you're fucking glowing, hell." His eyes glinted as he scanned over her figure in a very seductive way. She ignored it and shifted in her seat, unsure of how much she should tell him.

"It's—well he's actually from school. We've reconnected recently." She said, rolling her lips into her mouth.

"What's his name?"

Hermione knew very well that if she revealed it to be Malfoy, Roman would know who he was. Despite the blossoming feelings for him, she still wasn't sure how much she should divulge before they had a conversation. Especially with the biggest games of his life coming up, there was no point to try and complicate what was working for them both.

"It's…it's very new."

Roman furrowed his brows but grinned.

"So what? I must know him then if you won't say who. Is he ugly? Are you embarrassed? Don't worry I don't judge."

"Oh my god, sod off. No he's not ugly and no I'm not embarrassed. We just—haven't had the time to work through what we're doing. It'll be more clear once we're done with work."

Roman squinted his eyes at her, quietly assessing her words. She shifted uncomfortably when he remained quiet.

"Besides, it doesn't feel right that the first person I tell about us happens to be my ex."

"Why's that? He's insecure?"

"No," She said with a look towards him. Roman shrugged. "Though he is rather…sensitive to some things. I can't imagine what he'll say when I tell him we had breakfast."

"You didn't tell him? Lying is never a good start to a relationship." He tutted.

"I didn't have time. He's got a busy schedule today."

He stared at her again, silent. Hermione shifted her eyes from his face down to their table, wondering what he was thinking. She didn't have to wonder for long. A slow grin appeared on her former lover's face and she had just remembered how truly observant the lad was.

"He's on the team isn't he?"

Her eyes widened, accidentally giving her away despite her stuttering dissents.

"No—I—there's no one on the team I would even consider, no, no. Sorry you're wrong." She said nervously. He started to laugh.

"You're a bad liar when you're put on the spot like this. So which one is he? Cattermole? He seems sort of brainy." Roman asked, taking a sip from his Irish coffee and casually leaning back into his chair. "I think Harpole is taken, isn't he?"

"Can we not do this?" She begged, grinning when he held up his hand and disregarded her completely.

"The Reese guy seems too much like a younger version of me, and I know you wouldn't make that same mistake twice. So it must be Huxley?"

She made a face at the mention of Malfoy's counterpart, Roman noticed.

"Please don't tell me you've gone to the practice squad. Do better, Christ."

With a deep sigh, she decided to fess up. Nothing bad could come from telling Roman, she reasoned. He would have no one to tell and would leave alone once she confessed.

"You forgot one person." She said and watched as his mouth opened with surprise. Roman leaned across the table, his bright blue eyes sparking with realization.

"Draco Malfoy? Are you serious?" He said lowly.

She bit her lip and nodded.

"You certainly have a taste for the best."

"Okay Roman."

"I'm kidding, not really, but color me shocked. I wasn't aware you two would become cozy in a short amount of time. Didn't you tell me he was involved with the Dark Lord?" He questioned, concern rising over his face.

"Yes he was, but he fulfilled his probation and—well he's obviously grown a lot since he was a bloody seventeen year old." She said, defenses rising on his behalf. Roman held up his hands and looked at her amusingly.

"No need for hostility, only asking."

Hermione shook her head.

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize, I get it. You've always stood up for others, especially the people you care about. Must be more serious than you're letting on." He commented and raised his eyebrows at her.

"It's really not. It's only been just over a month since we reconnected and even shorter since we've…got involved—"

"Fucked?" Roman interjected and Hermione squinted at him annoyed, but continued on despite his snickering.

"There is something there. And…I like it….a lot. He's so different from before but there are still those old pieces of him that remain. I mean, It's so funny when I realize that it's Malfoy asking me to have a nap with him after practice. It's—it's strange and lovely all in one." She tried to explain, struggling to find a concise way to show what this thing between her and Malfoy felt like.

She met Roman's eyes, clearly delighted.

"Seems like more than a crush." He said and she shrugged with a deep, thoughtful sigh.

"It has the potential to be more than one I think." She smiled and Roman reciprocated. "Now, tell me if there's someone on your radar? I'm surprised you're not seeing anyone right now."

At the mention of his own love life, Roman perked up like a kid in the candy store. Despite being over thirty years old, Hermione knew he wasn't ready to settle down anytime soon and loved his short term relationships. She knew once he'd retire from quidditch he'd probably date more seriously, but for now he shared crazy and silly stories of his hook ups and made her cry of laughter for the rest of the morning.

Hermione waltzed into the training facility feeling perky from her breakfast with Roman, still smiling from all his tales and anecdotes he had to share. It was truly such a treat to see him, and he even politely apparated them back to her hotel.

She was organizing the room, setting up the machines for the players that had treatment when she heard someone approaching and felt her heart leap then drop all in a second. Arlina was surprisingly the first person to enter. Hermione blushed when the chaser laughed and made a comment about her obvious shock.

"I know I'm not as tall or as good looking at Malfoy but I'd still think I'm an excitable person to see." The girl laughed and slid onto the table.

Hermione shook her head and helped her get set up to the machine.

"Sorry, usually Malfoy is the first to get here. Throwing me off a bit." She admitted with a grin.

"I get it, only taking the piss." Arlina said and Hermione went about her usual routine of pre practice treatment with the athletes.

Ten minutes had passed and Malfoy still wasn't in. Hermione was frequently checking the door, waiting to see him walk through. After twenty minutes when Everett was finishing up, she couldn't help but ask after him.

"Um, Everett? Have you seen Malfoy?"

He shook his head and Hermione felt a strange discomfort wrap around her stomach.

"He's here though," he suddenly added and Hermione frowned. "All his stuff's in the locker room. Must already be out on the pitch."

Her brows crinkled as she checked the time, seeing practice was about to begin and the players usually warmed up beforehand. But Malfoy never missed treatment and he always made sure he had ample time to warm up as well.

"That's…odd. Is he—" Hermione broke off and then lowered her voice, her cheeks warming. "Is he okay?"

Everett simply shrugged and left to the locker room.

Everyone had left and it was too late for Malfoy to get his routine treatment. Practice was starting. Hermione finished cleaning the room, locked up then headed to the pitch like she normally does. Once situated in the blazing heat,

Hermione put on her sunnies and located Malfoy.

He was on the far end, away from the rest of the team, batting a bludger spelled to come soaring back at him after every hit. Even from the stands she could hear him grunting.

The apprehension in her gut only increased. He appeared to be angry and very obviously taking it out on the bludger. She winced everytime the bat cracked loudly, the sound echoing in the air.

Proggs blew his whistle and circled the team together. They began with warm up drills for about twenty minutes, broke out into individual training for their position for another fifteen before working on defensive drills as a team.

All the while, Malfoy was being unusually quiet. She hadn't heard one word from him. Typically he'd yell for calls or passes, he'd even occasionally cheer for his teammates when they did something good. Now she wasn't even certain if he was breathing.

Practice players and starters split off to their respective sides and the teams began scrimmaging. The practice team was running Egypt's form of offense and defense, practicing holding the quaffle for extended periods of time then passing quickly to leave defenders scattered.

Hermione barely watched the rest of the team. She couldn't stop looking at Malfoy and hoping he would loosen. His eyebrows were narrowed, a deep frown on his lips as he dashed and bumped into other players. He and Huxley were usually the ones that received the most brutal treatment during practice. Dodging and batting spelled bludgers while having to protect their offense. It was never easy but Malfoy's athleticism could handle it.

Today, he looked like he was bothered by everything thrown at him, and his response was more aggression. It almost made her want to look away, in fear that something bad was going to happen.

The practice team was beating straight arse against the starters and Malfoy was visibly frustrated. He was zoning in on one of the chasers when a blunger came flying from his left. Hermione held her breath and watched as he stopped on a dime, whipped the bat at the bludger and sent it flying at the chaser in front of him.

The bludger hit the chaser's shoulder, and there was a grotesque sounding pop heard immediately on impact.

The man screamed, dropped the quaffle and began losing control of his broom. Hermione lept from the bench, opened her medical kit, reached for the miniature broom and quickly transfigured it to a full sized one. She hopped on and flew directly to the injured practice players.

He was still swerving all over, grabbing his shoulder and skittishly hovering in the air. Hermione slowly approached him, afraid he may fly into her.

"Hey! Richard! Richard hey, it's okay, big breath, take a deep breath for me." She said as she grew closer. He was still groaning, face pinched as he held onto his shoulder. Others from the team circled around them.

"Fuck I think my arm is shattered." He whimpered out. Luckily he was calm enough to speak.

"Take a few deep breaths for me?" She said, pulling up right beside him and waiting as he did. "Good, good. Do you think you can handle flying down to the ground? I'll take you back to the training room then."

"Yeah, alright."

The two steadily descended back to the ground, and one of the assistant coaches was there to help him dismount his broom and collect his items. Hermione walked Richard back to the training room, softly talking to him and going through the possible injuries he might have.

Once they were situated, Hermione began doing a series of movement and pain tests on his arm, shoulder and back. Richard's shoulder was definitely located, and she couldn't spell it back in place without further damaging his ligaments. He would need it set by a professional and be scheduled for surgery.

She handed him a strong brew of a pain potion and floo-called the nearest hospital, arranging for him to be seen right away. One of the assistant athletic trainers in the facility went with him as Hermione contacted his emergency contact.

Forty minutes later, Hermione finally headed back to practice, only to realize it was over. Some of the players were just walking to the locker room when she headed to Proggs office. She relayed the news to him, explaining she'll give him updates as they come from the other trainer.

She tiredly went back into the training room and began setting up for the athletes. The assistant trainer came back in when Arlina was wrapping up her treatment. She explained Richard was scheduled for surgery in a couple hours and was doing fine. Hermione thanked them and relayed the news to Proggs.

Huxley and Reese asked after Richard, as did the others. They all said they'd pay him a visit once they finished up in the facility. Hermione said that would be nice, considering he had some time before they'd prep him for surgery.

Hermione couldn't help but notice that Malfoy again was the only one not receiving post practice treatment. It angered her. He childishly couldn't talk to her before practice and now he's cowardly avoiding her after the incident.

"Where's Malfoy?" She asked Reese as he was heading out.

"Hospital. He floo'd straight away after practice. Pretty shook up about Richard." He said with a bit of a flinch.

"Yes, well," she crossed her arms and turned away from him, "he should be."

For the rest of the evening, Hermione stayed at the hotel. She let some steam out of her system and took a few laps by the pool and relaxed in the whirlpool. She was still somewhat enraged by Malfoy's brutal behavior and was planning on laying into him the second she saw him.

He had never been so violently careless in practice before. He was calculated with his brutality, hitting bludgers with a precision that looked like his own perfected craft. She knew whatever was going on with Malfoy caused him to lack focus today and because of that, she was so profoundly disappointed in him.

Thinking of seeing Richard getting hit played in her mind and she was hoping his surgery was going well. She was going to check in once the doctor's called to let her know how it went.

There was a swift and sudden knock at her door. Her eyes narrowed at the sound and she stood from the desk and strode to the peephole to confirm her suspicions. She pulled the door open with a frown.

Reese was right, Malfoy did look a bit shook up. His eyes were filled with worry and regret.

"Can we talk?" He asked.

Hermione nodded and stepped to the side, getting a large, fresh inhale of his shampoo and body wash. He must've just showered. She wondered if he had just gotten back from the hospital then came right to here.

She watched as he slowly sat on the bed, biting the inside of his cheek and softly massaging his bad hand. Initially, she had the urge to ask why he missed treatment both times today, but knew better than to start the conversation. He obviously had something on his mind, so she was going to let him speak first.

Malfoy sighed multiple times before working up the courage to look her in the eye. When he did, she simply raised her eyebrows at him and stared. His mouth parted a few more times, his eyes pleading and confused. He finally groaned and shot up from the bed, walking directly to her and staring down.

"I'm…I was… angry with you today." He began slowly. Her eyebrows creased down and her stomach tightened. She let a painfully long moment pass between them before she had the courage to speak.

"Why?"

He sighed again and hung his head lowly, not meeting her eye again.

"I—I know you saw MacIsaac this morning."

There was a very tiny part inside Hermione that worried his temper today was caused by Roman. The rational side of her mind gave him the benefit of the doubt, thinking he would never be so angry over something insignificant and let himself hurt one of his teammates. That and Roman and her had made plans so last minute, it would be nearly impossible for him to find out before she told him herself.

She should have listened to that little doubt. Her gut was rarely ever wrong.

"And so what?" Hermione raised her arms in the air quickly and let her hands slap down at her thighs, "You—you ignore me all day? Blow off treatment and go insane during practice? All because I saw my ex?"

He had the pluck to roll his eyes.

"You didn't tell me. That's why I was so angry—"

"Malfoy, I haven't seen you at all today! Or yesterday evening for that matter." She interrupted, so hurt and angry with him that he would let his emotions get the best of him before ever thinking to speak with her.

"And when did you make these plans then?" He asked, eyes accusing and voice rising with attitude.

Hermione leveled her stare with him.

"Yesterday evening I received his owl. He's in town for the semi-finals obviously and wanted to catch up." She explained. For a split second, his face softened into understanding, but it was gone in an instant.

"And you couldn't find any time to tell me? You have our entire schedule, Hermione, how easy would it have been to walk up to my floor and let me know you had a date with that prick?" He fired back and her jaw dropped.

"Oh right. I forgot you're entitled to know everything I plan on doing the second it's scheduled."

"I'm just saying it's not that hard—"

"To what? Floo to your dinner with a potential sponsor? Wait by your door for when you come back to the hotel? Wake up with you at six in the morning or to interrupt the charity work session with your team and tell you? You're right it may not be hard but it certainly is imbecilic."

His illogical argument only made her feel worse. It's one thing for him to be jealous but it's a totally different argument to try and blame her for his thoughtless emotions.

He released a long breath through his nostrils, the breath hitting her on her forehead. His voice was still hard when he found his words.

"Just even a note passed? Let someone else know to tell me? I—I don't see why you kept this from me."

"I already told you it happened very last minute. And again why do you think you're so entitled to know where I am and who I'm with? You didn't act like this when I saw Vitkor—"

"Exactly I didn't," he said forcefully, taking a step to her, "And can you figure out why?"

"I don't know." She automatically snapped, somewhat bratty, and a pause fell on them. Malfoy raised his eyebrows at her, like he was begging her to think before answering his question. She swallowed and some of her vexation weakened when she understood what he couldn't say. Hermione wanted to roll her eyes, but instead tried to reply amicably.

"Maybe because…I didn't actually date Viktor?" She offered.

His cheeks went pink and his jaw tightened. He didn't meet her gaze, embarrassed maybe, but he silently nodded.

She stared at him disbelieving.

"Draco…," Disappointment oozed in her voice.

"It's different. You know it is." He said tightly. Hermione shook her head, not letting him slip by so easy.

"Even if it's different you did not need to ignore me for the entire day and take out your anger on your teammate—"

"It was an accident!"

"You dislocated his fucking shoulder." She told him sternly, horror rising within her again as the scene flashed through her mind. "It was so brutal that he's undergoing surgery to repair the ligaments and muscles."

"I obviously didn't intend for that to happen and I feel like shit that it did." He said with a frown. "I didn't go out on the pitch and purposely try to injure anyone. Do you honestly think that?"

Hermione searched his eyes, finding small bits of hurt and longing. Mixed in beneath it all, she found insecurity as he waited for her answer. Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head. A very small amount of tension began to release from her body.

"No, I don't. I just can't believe you'd act so childishly about this." She said. "Roman is just a friend and I don't care what preconceived notions you have about him. We don't owl, we don't regularly keep in touch, I don't even wish him happy birthday."

It was ridiculous, in her eyes. Though his bout of jealousy did tickle some part in her stomach, it was still completely unnecessary for him to have these feelings. She watched with pleading eyes as the corner of his mouth twitched, desperate for him to believe her.

"It's—I don't care. It's the principle of it for me." He told her steadily and she made a face. "I want to know what you're doing. Not all the time but certainly when it's with a sleazy American Quidditch player who also happens to be your ex-boyfriend."

His hands lifted and found her waist. Hermione's stomach tortuously leapt at the contact. Heavy hands pulled her forward and warmth seeped under her shirt. As low as her heart felt, she didn't want to be upset with him. He was trying to be open with her, the least she could do was listen and be understanding.

"I am sorry I overreacted, but I still feel the same. I'm…possessive by nature, I can't change that about me. And I—don't want others to misread your availability." His voice lowered considerably, merely a whisper.

She was internally arguing whether to pull out of his embrace or lean in closer. Staring at his remorseful stone colored eyes made choosing the latter feel like the right decision. Hermione swayed closer to his touch, unraveling the second she gave into him.

"Roman is a friend," She quietly said, eyes fluttering when his fingers brushed under her shirt. "You shouldn't—there's nothing to worry about. With him or with anyone, okay?"

Her quiet revelation was received well. Draco's hands moved completely under her shirt, bare and warm against her back. He pulled her closer, their chests touching and her hands having no choice but to circle up around his neck.

"Promise?" He mumbled against her temple. His hot breath made fresh goosebumps freckle her skin.

"I promise." She said, pressing as close to him as she possibly could.

Tender lips pressed into her crown. She leaned her head into his kiss, titling her jaw to allow him to pepper them down her forehead and cheek until he finally met her lips. She sighed contently, all negativity dissolving from their bodies as they resolved the complication before them.

It felt good to have that sense of security. The small confirmation of what was blooming between them leveled a worry she wasn't even aware that she had until now. Being around Draco was fun and passionate, and now hearing he felt deeply about her, it flourished a warmth inside her.

Fingers threaded through his silky hair, forcing his head to turn so their lips slotted into each other. Hermione tentatively reached her tongue out for his, teasing him by pulling back and shortly offering it forward. Each slow movement of her lips were countered with quick and deeper kisses, him trying to get more.

Seemingly frustrated by her lack of progression, Draco took matters into his own hands. His palms left her back and suddenly grabbed her skull to keep her in place. He opened his mouth widely, tongue reaching for hers and taking it hostage. She gasped at the movement, unable to move and back away. The thrill shuddered down to her core.

"Don't tease me, love," he said breathily, running his nose against hers.

She just hummed through a smile and brought their lips back together. He turned them around, Hermione losing her sense of awareness as he did. Their feet fumbled together and she clumsily knocked her knees into his legs a few times before he ultimately picked her up and placed her in the middle of the mattress.

He was away a mere second and suddenly kissed her like he was gone for days. His lips were frantic, hardly allowing either of them to gasp for breath. Draco's hands touched every part of her body available to him, wandering like there wasn't enough time for him to touch.

A small moan formed at the base of her throat when one of his thighs slitted between her legs. She threw her knee over his hip and arched into him, grinding her hips against his wide quad muscle. A scorching fire burned inside her stomach, she could feel the greediness in his kisses and it left her insatiable.

Flame filled kisses and touches suddenly stopped. His hands remained stagnant on her back, and lips were far away from where she wanted. She opened her eyes, a pouty whimper coming out of her mouth.

"So it's okay for you to tease me but I can't do the same?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

Hermione groaned, moving to kiss him but he averted again.

"Just keep doing what you're doing," he encouraged, thrusting his leg further against her, making her body jolt up. "I want you soaking on my cock."

Her pout remained but Hermione continued thrusting on his leg, feeling her knickers rub her clit and the wetness sliding between her folds as she moved. Draco's eyelids were low, pupils widening.

"Keep going, I swear I can feel you through your shorts."

She thought she'd be embarrassed, especially if it were true, but Hermione was too wired on his pheromones to care.

"Touch me, Draco." She whispered, squeezing her hand into her bicep and reaching for his lips again. He obliged her at least, allowing their mouths to meet and heat to spread between them but did not make any move to touch her where she desired.

"You're fine, just ride my thigh." He said.

"But I—"

"Shh, sh." He hushed and kissed her deeply. "I'll give you what you want, but for right now, I want you to grind that tight little cunt on me."

He silenced her protests by diving his tongue into her mouth and kissing her until she couldn't breathe. The friction and pressure of her shorts and his thigh made her feel chaotic. She couldn't stop moving against him even if she wanted more, besides, his instructions were clear.

Large palm held her grind into his thigh. Draco occasionally pushed his leg harder into her center, causing her womb to flutter and her whimpers to grow louder with frustration. Even with pieces of fabric between them, she could feel the rise of heat licking the inside of her stomach, coursing to her womb.

"Draco—I,"

"Can you come like this? Get yourself off on me?"

Hermione released a shallow breath and kissed him harder, slamming her eyes shut and focusing on the pressure of his massive thigh rubbing her to her climax. His hands steered her harder, fingers gripped her hips and the flesh of her arse as he softly commanded her to come.

"That's it love, just like that." He mumbled into her mouth, sucking harshly on her bottom lip as she came undone with frantic cries.

She wasn't granted a second of reprieve before he turned her on her back, and kissed what little air she had left out of her lungs. Hermione was convinced he was trying to reduce her to nothing but puddles.

"So pretty like this," he said into neck, removing her shorts.

Hermione reached for his shirt, fisting the material over his head until his arms slipped through. Draco raised to his knees and gave her a salacious smile before grabbing her shirt and helping her out of it. He leaned down, sucking on the swell of her breasts and pulling away the cups of her bra to lather his tongue around her nipples.

"Draco, please—" She whined, body overly sensitive from her orgasm.

"Are you ready for me?" He asked, fingers sliding between her folds. She hissed as he inserted two fingers right into her opening. "Fuck, yes you are, so slick for me, love."

He kept his fingers inside as he rose back on his knees, pulling himself free from his shorts with his other hand. His heavy stare was on his fingers thrusting in and out of her, but her's were on his aching cock. His pulsing red tip was dripping and her tongue salivated at the sight.

Hermione bravely pushed his hand away and turned on her stomach, turning her head over her shoulder to look at him breathlessly. His eyes lit up for a second, both palms coming down on her arse to grab it.

"Like this? Are you sure?" He asked, leaning down and pressing his naked body into her back.

She instantly lifted her hips up, trying to line up his cock with her entrance. When she nodded slowly, he began kissing over her shoulders.

They haven't strayed from their normal positions, either him or her on top. It's what they have gotten used to. Well, what she's been able to adjust to really. A switch to something new was daunting, and Hermione had no idea how well she'd fare taking him like this, but she was desperate to try.

"Please, let me feel you like this." She quietly ordered, rubbing his length against her bum.

Draco's arm bracketed her waist, holding her slightly off the bed then bent one knee up towards her face.

"Tell me if it's too much." He whispered then slid his cock into her waiting center.

Hermione's jaw slacked as he groaned and physically shook from entering her. It was such a different feeling from the other times they'd have sex. He was so deeply lodged in her stomach that it almost felt unnatural. Just when she thought he was totally sheathed, he pushed again, tip touching her cervix and he let out a feral moan.

"Tight…so tight and warm." He struggled to say, words lodging in his throat.

Clutching the pillow under her head, she focused on the pull of his cock dragging against her walls as he tried to find a speed that would work. He was moving so slow, stretching and thrusting, getting her used to him and the angle.

"Fuck—I want to hear your scream love." He said softly, hand coming up to stroke her throat with his thumb. Draco raised a bit off her body.

Emphasizing his desire, he snapped his hips fast against her bum, causing her arse to bounce harshly.

"Oh, gods!" She cried, hands clenching and unclenching the pillows by her head.

"Yes, just like that—can I go faster?" He asked, through broken pants. She nodded eagerly and arched her arse higher into him.

On his knees, Draco canted his hips back and snapped forward again. The sound of their skin slapping together caused her to clench around him harder and harder. With every passing second and her body relaxing more into their position, he went faster.

Soon his hands were pinning her waist down and he was pistoling into her with a force he's never shown. His cock pounded into her pussy, and Draco was fucking her without regard. Hermione was shattering within, the pull of him, the sound of their bodies moving together was causing the heat within her to fester.

He was going to break her in half, and she wanted him to.

"Don't st—" The words died when he grunted and thrusted harder.

"Never—whatever you want—oh fuck, love I—"

Hermione pushed her arse back in rhythm with his hips, muffling her mouth into the pillow as she wailed.

"So good–fucking drenched Hermione–oh gods–oh–"

Draco broke off and in three quick and powerful thrusts, came inside her. The moan he let out was the loudest she ever heard from him. It was low in his throat, scratchy from breathing hard and sounded sexy as all hell. Her cunt fluttered and he doubled over on her with a laugh.

"Shit, don't do that." He said, forehead sweaty on her cheek and ragged breathing in her ear. "I'm sorry I don't know what came over me."

Hermione forced a chuckle through her tired breathing. She reached her arm up to brush some of his hair.

"I take it you enjoyed the new position?" She said, turning on one side to allow him to comfortably settle.

He hummed, slowly sliding out of her then laying next to her.

"You have a fantastic arse." He explained, reaching a hand around her to grab one of her cheeks and squeeze it harshly. "Seeing it like that, all perched up just so you can take me was so fucking sexy."

Hermione blushed a bit, never having heard such a vulgar compliment from him but finding she rather liked it. She reached up to kiss him, tender and slow pecks, before she cozied up right under his neck. Draco kissed her head and began massaging her hair under the mess of curls.

"I like when you lay facing me." He said randomly, once they were comfortable.

"Really, why?" She quietly asked, hands pressed between both their chests, her fingers playing with his necklaces.

"Quicker access to your lips." Draco leaned down and kissed her sweetly before settling calmly against her.

It was silent for many minutes, both needing their respective time for their bodies to decompress. She continued to run her index finger over the pendant hanging around his chest, listening to his breath slow and feel his heartbeat calm.

Hermione had felt her stomach begin to rumble but didn't want to leave just yet. She was ready to suggest room service when his chest rumbled with soft words.

"I really didn't mean to hurt Richard."

He was quiet, almost like he had spoken the thought accidentally out loud. Her eyes opened slowly and she took an inhale that squeezed at her heart. She took the hand that laid across his stomach and found his fingers, giving them a pulse.

"I know, Draco. Everyone understands it was an accident." She assured him.

"But I never—I have way better aim than that. I'm not—I'm not a dirty player. Aggressive, yeah but—"

"I know," She said quietly, squeezing his hand again.

"I'd never intentionally hurt anyone. I'm—not like that."

Hermione swallowed thickly and raised up on her elbow to meet him eye to eye. It physically pained her to hear him try and reassure her, or even himself, that there was no malice behind today's incident. No one had even suggested that, but she knew that given his history, Draco would be his own worst enemy.

"Everyone knows you would never do anything like that purposely. It was a fluke and no one is angry with you." She said, looking at him in his worried eyes. He looked down at their connected hands, face turned into a frown.

"You were," he mumbled sadly.

A shooting pain struck her in the chest, cut her down the middle of her sternum all the way down to her stomach.

Hermione couldn't deny it, she even vocalized it to him. But Draco's remorse was more than enough for her to be over it.

"I—yes, initially. I think I was also hurt that you blew me off, and that the accident was born from your jealousy." She admitted softly, watching as his saddened face somehow grew more downtrodden.

"I didn't mean to," he said and again a pinch was felt in her heart.

"I know,"

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely.

"Draco, I know. There's no need to continue to beat yourself up over it. What did Richard say when you saw him?"

She asked, removing her hand from his fingers and raising it to his face, softly stroking his jaw.

"He understood, said it's just another working hazard but I—fuck it should have been avoided. That shouldn't have ever happened and I—"

"But it did and Richard is fine and will be fully rehabilitated before next season starts." Hermione cut him off, seeing the panic and guilt rise as soon as he began rambling. "Did he forgive you?"

"He told me to stop bloody apologizing."

She grinned at that.

"And that it was a good shot, told me to do it in the semi's." They both smiled at that. There was a pause between them, Draco clearly trying to work through his emotions and Hermione let him, all while providing a physical comfort he seemed to need.

With a gentle nod of his head, leaning into her palm, he looked up at her with wide, insecure eyes.

"You're not mad at me? You truly know I would never hurt someone like that?"

Hermione looked at this gentle man before her and softly smiled.

"I'm not mad at all, and I know you wouldn't. I know you better than that, Draco."

She said and pressed her lips to his to seal away his worries hopefully for good. When she pulled away, he nodded kindly and wrapped her into a tight embrace. They settled down together and felt the ache between them fade away into their quiet.

A/N: So sorry for the late update! Wasn't really satisfied with the chapter so put off finishing it for some time. Next and last official chapter will be posted 5/7. Hope you all enjoy! Thank you for the support :))))