A/N: Surprise! Since today is our lovely Hermione's birthday, I've decided to update early. Three quick notes before the chapter. One: please be gentle; this is my first smut scene. I do appreciate feedback, but please be kind! Two: this is just a friendly reminder that you don't have to read this fic if you don't like it! I won't be heartbroken. However, I will remove any flames that are left in the reviews. Three: part of this story was inspired by a line in the song Dark in My Imagination by of Verona. TheOtterAndTheDrago deserves my undying thanks for this chapter; without her work, Hermione would have multiple bras and reappearing heels lol. With that business out of the way, on to the story!

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They'd intended to apparate directly to Hermione's flat, but neither of them seemed able to keep their hands off the other long enough to apparate properly, so they jumped several times across London, pausing each time to snog thoroughly.

By the time Hermione had managed to get the lock open, their lips were swollen, and Hermione's carefully cultivated curls were a halo around her head from Draco's wandering hands. She discarded her bag by the front door, and he reached for her, but she shook her head. She wasn't sure exactly what this night would entail, but she'd at least planned this far in advance. She quirked her finger at Draco and backed down the hallway to her bedroom.

She'd always been proud of her flat, but she was nervous bringing Draco into her bedroom. It was modest, and she knew that he was used to the grandeur of Malfoy Manor. She needn't have worried though, as he only had eyes for her.

She motioned for him to follow her to the bed, and she stood up on tiptoes to press a searing kiss to his lips. They got lost in it for a few moments, and Hermione finally pulled back when he pulled her flush against him.

Emboldened by the potion, she placed her palms on his chest and pushed firmly. Draco dropped into a seated position on the end of the bed and stared up at her hungrily. She backed away and murmured for him to stay where he was before she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door.

On the counter lay one of the few extravagant purchases she'd ever made. She and Ginny had been helping Fleur search for a birthday present for Bill when she'd come across the lacy number. It was rather simple compared to all the other garments in the shop, but Hermione had known instantly that it was going to come home with her.

Black lace trimmed the cups and sides of a black push up bra. Matching lace panties completed the ensemble, though Hermione had added a strappy garter belt from her own personal collection of items she'd purchased after kicking Ron out.

She quickly stepped out of the dress and heels Draco had given her, making sure to hang the dress up so it wouldn't wrinkle. She discarded the bra and underwear she'd worn that night for the lacy number that would make its debut for none other than Draco Malfoy. She completed the number with thigh-high stockings.

She stared at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door in satisfaction. Paired with her smoky eye and the red lip, she felt sexier than she could ever recall feeling. After one more cursory glance at her reflection, she stepped back into the heels and gave herself a bolstering nod. Without giving herself the opportunity to overthink, she opened the door.

With a deep breath, Hermione strutted into the room, doing her best to portray a confidence that she wasn't sure she felt. The clicks of the ridiculous heels she wore were muted as she stepped from the tiled bathroom floor to the lush cream carpet. She kept her gaze resolutely forward, refusing to meet the heated stare she could feel boring into her from the bed. She didn't look up until she reached the centre of the room.

Draco's gaze traced her body hungrily. He started at the tips of her toes, slowly tracing the line of her heels, the gentle curve of her calf, then slowly over the swell of her thighs and hips. His gaze paused at the apex of her thighs, and Hermione saw the tip of his tongue dart out and wet his lips, leaving them slightly parted. She fought the urge to rub her thighs together, desperate to relieve the tension she could feel persistent in the depths of her stomach.

Draco stood and made his way toward her slowly, drinking in her lingerie. His eyes traced the garter belt then up to the brazier she had donned. Hermione was more than pleased with how well it pushed her breasts up and outward, but his gaze lingered and she began to fidget, her hands rising slightly to smooth out non-existent wrinkles in the garter belt.

He motioned for her to stop and stepped forward, placing his hands on the swells of her hips. He licked his lips again, and this time Hermione allowed herself to rub her thighs together slightly. Draco inhaled sharply, his eyes darting to hers. What he saw in her eyes must have ignited the spark because his lids fluttered shut as he pulled her body flush against his. "You have no idea how absolutely fucking beautiful you are, do you?"

Hermione wasn't given an opportunity to answer as he dipped his head low and nuzzled her neck. Hermione couldn't stop the soft exhale that came out as a breathy moan. He continued his worship of her body as she melted into him, and he kissed a line up her neck until he reached just below her earlobe.

Hermione's hands rose of their own accord, tracing up his arms where they rested on her hips until they tangled into his soft tresses as he bit down softly on her earlobe, eliciting a drawn-out gasp. Her grasp on his hair tightened, and she pulled him away from his attentions to her earlobe and locked him in a heated kiss.

Hermione lost herself in kissing him, revelling in the way his lips moved against hers. They had a chemistry that she'd never experienced before, each giving in to the other completely, following the other's lead without hesitation. Where she led, Draco followed. She loved the way that he skimmed his hands all over her like he wanted to touch her everywhere at once. His hands settled low on her arse, and he squeezed lightly and moaned into her mouth. Hermione broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against his. Their breath gusted into the scant space between them.

"I take it that you approve?" Hermione joked. Draco answered with a groan and took her lips in another heated kiss. In the next moment, Draco used his grip on her arse to lift her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, then walked to the wall and gently pressed her against it, rocking into her. Hermione gasped when his hard length pressed against her core through the lace knickers she wore. He pressed the advantage and kissed her deeply. Though Hermione would have been content to kiss him all night long, she also knew distantly that he had a distinct advantage over her in her current state of undress.

Lowering her feet to the floor, despite Draco's quiet sounds of distress, she pulled her hands from his hair and placed them on his chest, slowing their kiss to a heated crawl. They explored each other, learning each other again and again as Hermione's hands slid up the lapels of his suit coat, slowly sliding underneath them until she pushed the jacket off him. It hit the floor in a crumpled mess, and she slowly began to work on the tie around Draco's neck.

He pulled back just enough to peer down at her through hooded eyes. "This is a very expensive suit, Granger."

Hermione had slipped the knot from the tie, slowly unravelling it as she met his gaze. Once untied, she left it looped over his neck and used it to pull him in once more, muttering against his lips, "Somehow, I doubt you'll find it in you to mind."

Though Draco tried to pull her in for another kiss, she pulled away and peppered kisses all over him. The corner of his lips, his jawline, his neck, wherever her lips could reach, she kissed. His spicy cologne enveloped her, and she inhaled it deeply, imprinting the scent in her nostrils, in her mind, for the memories she'd no doubt revisit of her night with Draco Malfoy. Slowly, she walked him backward until his knees met the edge of the bed and he was forced to sit. Hermione unravelled the tie from around his neck and began to work on the line of buttons on his oxford. Though she appreciated Draco's fashion sense, she had to resist the temptation to tear through unbuttoning the expensive silk shirt. She worked her way downward, tiny button after tiny button, slowly exposing his chiselled chest and smattering of pale blonde chest hair that his finely-tailored clothes covered.

Hermione reached the last button, letting the shirt hang open as she admired the man before her. She'd never been one to base attraction solely on aesthetics, but she'd be damned if she allowed the man before her to slip through her fingers. Draco had leaned back on his elbows as she worked. His breath was shallow and quick, and Hermione noted the steely resolve in his features. Maintaining eye contact, she slowly reached forward and palmed him through his slacks.

Draco inhaled sharply, his hips jerking involuntarily into her touch. Hermione continued her exploration, palming him and rubbing lightly, noting the subtle changes in his breathing as her hand did something he must have particularly liked. He swore softly under his breath, and Hermione grinned to herself. She felt powerful; she was able to bring this beautiful man some satisfaction, and she was going to enjoy it. Ever so slowly, she ceased her ministrations and moved to the button of Draco's slacks. He stilled as she popped the button free and slowly slid the zipper down, and Draco lifted his hips slightly, encouraging her and giving her easier access.

With more courage than she knew she possessed, Hermione slid the trousers down slowly, easing them over his arse as she watched his erection spring free of its confines. Though he'd teased her with the information of his lack of boxers or briefs, she couldn't help the sharp inhale at finally seeing him.

Slowly, Hermione moved her hand from the zipper and wrapped it around his length, rolling her hand up once, twice, as he groaned above her and dropped his head back between his shoulder blades. She exhaled a laugh and her breath ghosted across the tip of him, causing goosebumps to break out on his thighs. She continued her slow pumping of his length as her other hand curled beneath him to cup his sack.

Draco's head shot up and his eyes locked onto hers. He opened his mouth to say something when her tongue shot out and flicked at the bead of precum she had coaxed from his tip. Losing all composure, Draco's hands dove into her hair as his eyes blazed with heat. Encouraged by his response, Hermione slid her tongue around the tip and nudged him into her mouth, suckling softly.

Draco's breath hitched in his throat and he barely managed to utter, "Fuck." Hermione smiled around his length and slowly began to bob her head up and down, flicking and swirling her tongue under and around him. Despite his effort to remain upright, Draco's elbows gave out and he collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied moan, fingers delving deeper into her hair and guiding her.

Though she could have continued and brought him to climax with her mouth alone, Draco pulled her off his cock with a pop a few short minutes later. Despite her protests, he pulled her up from kneeling before him, so he could capture her lips once more. When he pulled away, the light in his eyes hollowed out the pit of her stomach. He placed a kiss on her forehead and said, "You can do that later. Any time you want to." Hermione huffed out a laugh, but her breath caught when Draco's fingers grazed over her stomach and slipped just below the band of her knickers. "For now," he whispered, "I want to worship you."

"Oh," she uttered helplessly.

"Yeah," he murmured, pulling her up on the bed with him. "First, I want to take these off." The fingers of his other hand trailed over the lace of her knickers pulled taut across the globes of her arse. "Then, I'm going to lick that pretty little pussy of yours." His fingers slipped further down, pausing when he reached her bare mound. His voice rumbled through her core when he said, "Hermione, did you shave just for me?"

She scoffed, though she wanted to moan at the gravel in his tone. "As if I would shave just for you. I'll have you know—" her tirade ended on a moan as Draco's fingers slipped further and his thumb brushed across the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Her knees trembled at the contact, and the hand that wasn't worshipping her most sensitive parts ventured downward and encouraged her legs further apart. She nearly collapsed as she felt the slight pressure of one of his digits slowly prod at her entrance. A strangled moan left her lips as he eased one finger into her and nipped lightly at her collarbone.

"What was that, Hermione?" he murmured in her ear. Hermione, however, was devoid of all logical responses as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her while his thumb worked her clit.

She knew, somewhere deep in the logical part of her brain which she had thrown away the key to this evening, that she shouldn't compare lovers, but she couldn't help comparing this experience to that with Ron. Ron had been sweet and eager, but he hadn't taken the time to work her up until she was panting and begging for more. Draco was touching her in all the right places, reading her body's signals like a map and her orgasm was the treasure. He worked her slowly, no sign of rushing through her release to get to his own. His fingers plucked at all the right chords and he was a seasoned musician preparing his beloved instrument for the main performance.

Despite her original nerves, Hermione found herself comfortable with Draco. She felt sexy and wanted and good about this experience. As Draco worked her up, she raised her head from where she'd dropped it against his neck, interrupting the number of sexy, dirty things he'd been whispering in her ear. Intimate eye contact had always seemed awkward to her, but she had never seen Draco so open and honest with his expression before. His panting matched her own, and she swore that she saw something lurking behind the lust in his eyes.

All too soon, he pulled his hand from her and Hermione groaned, so close to orgasm that she nearly cried at the loss of his touch. Draco, however, chuckled and kissed her once more, slowly lowering her back down to the bed. His gaze trailed over her body once more, and he slowly began to undress her, starting with her heels. He then moved to the garter belt, unclipping it and tossing it over his shoulder, eliciting a carefree giggle from her. He grinned crookedly at her and began to peel the stockings down her legs, smoothing his hand over her thighs with wonder.

It was in that moment that Hermione knew. She'd gone and given the man a chance and now he had her heart in the palm of his hand. She had to work to keep the sudden hammering of her heart from giving away her nerves as Draco eased the other stocking down her leg. Once both were off, he nestled between her thighs, looking up at her with a question in his eyes. She nodded shyly, and all other thought flew from her brain as Draco lowered his head and licked up her seam firmly.

Her back arched off the bed as Draco began to work her folds eagerly, licking with short, eager strokes first followed by long, torturously slow strokes with the broad side of his tongue. He stayed just shy of her clit, and Hermione rolled her hips, begging for more. He raised his head, grinning wickedly, before he reached up and placed one hand flat on her stomach, silently commanding her to stay still. She complied, but nearly shot off the bed when he lowered to her again and began to rapidly flick his tongue back and forth over her clit. The heat in her stomach was quickly building, and she couldn't stop the string of incoherent moans that left her mouth. Desperate for more, she reached a hand below her and unclasped her bra, throwing it to the floor and then palming her breast.

The exquisite torture was heightened when one of Draco's hands slipped downward and he slid first one finger and then a second inside her, slowly pumping as he worked her clit. In response, Hermione twisted her nipple lightly, moaning as the added sensation shot straight to her core. With a light suckling of her clit and the torturously slow pumping, Hermione's orgasm crashed over her and drug her under with a moan of his name. It was the precipice of a roller coaster, better than achieving all Os on her NEWTs, and rivalled with the emotional release of a good book. Draco coaxed her through the orgasm, never stopping his attentions until she collapsed to the bed, legs trembling and her breath gusting out of her.

He sat up, looking rather pleased with himself as he slipped both fingers in his mouth, sucking them slowly as he maintained eye contact with her. She shuddered, and he grinned. Rolling his neck, he stretched out beside her on the bed and rubbed his finger along the bottom of her breast as his erection rested against her hip.

"You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself," she accused, still catching her breath.

Draco smiled. "Well, it's not every day that I get to make a beautiful witch moan my name while I lick her pretty little pussy, is it?"

Hermione shuddered, her core warming insistently despite its satisfaction mere moments before. "I don't know how you do that," she accused.

"Do what?" he asked innocently.

She rolled her eyes. "You know what." Hermione waved her hand. "Get me off and then moments later have me ready to go again."

His smile grew, and he rocked his erection into her. "I'm ready whenever you are, sweetheart."

Hermione let her head drop back against the pillow as he leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek. He rolled slightly so his torso rested half on hers and looked her in the eyes. "We don't have to do anything else, you know. We can be done right now. Just say the word, and I'll go take a cold shower and sleep on the couch."

She shook her head and curled a hand around his neck. "You are absolutely mental if you think I'm done with you, Draco Malfoy. You got us into this mess, so if you want it to end then it's going to have to be on your terms."

A wicked grin lit up his features, and he dipped his head down to place a wet kiss just below her earlobe. His hand wandered back to her breast and he squeezed lightly as he whispered into her ear. "I've waited too damn long for this, Granger."

Hermione lost her train of thought as he claimed her lips once more. She knew she should ask him what he meant about waiting for this, but she was far too captivated by the sensations he was eliciting from her body when his mouth dropped to worship her breasts. His tongue laved over one gently before he teased her nipple into a peak.

Draco's weight shifted and suddenly he was everywhere again. Hermione could feel his length pressing against her leg and she moaned when he bit down on her nipple. Her hands delved into his hair, forcing his face back level with hers.

"I want you. Now," she whispered, her potion-influenced conscience once again prompting her to say what she truly wanted. Staring into the depths of Draco's eyes, she knew that this might be a mistake in the morning, but she wanted him, no matter the consequences.

Draco nodded and moved to reach for his wand, waving a contraception spell over her. He looked up at her and the fire in his eyes made her knees quake. He took his length in his hand and guided it slowly between her folds.

Hermione moaned at the contact, her legs falling open at the touch. Draco took his time, guiding his head up and down, sliding just shy of her clitoris before going back down again.

"Draco, please," she pleaded, and he finally slowly slid his head into her entrance.

Both of their breaths hitched as they adjusted to the sensation. Draco's head dropped to her shoulder as he paused, and Hermione could feel his breath gusting out against her neck. After a moment, he looked up at her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and the fire in his eyes had grown into an inferno.

"Move, Draco," she urged, and he complied. He slid the rest of the way in and pulled back out, moving at a torturously slow speed to allow both of them the chance to get used to the feeling. Slowly, oh so slowly, he picked up his pace and Hermione groaned as he plunged into the depths of her.

He was careful not to be too rough with her, pinning her arms above her head and nipping her neck and collarbone. She writhed beneath him, gasping every time his pelvis ground into her. She could feel a second orgasm building, but Draco pulled out of her.

"Wha—" she started, but Draco placed a finger to her lips. His weight still rested on top of her and her hands were still pinned above her head. Hermione ached to get him back inside her.

Draco nipped at her collarbone once more and looked up at her with hooded eyes. "Just how adventurous are you, Granger?"

Hermione was at a loss. She wasn't sure what he considered adventurous, but she was fairly confident that he didn't mean just sleeping with her best friend's former enemy. Before she could process what she was going to say, Draco's free hand snaked down her body and stroked her bundle of nerves. Through her groan of pleasure, she heard him say, "I want to watch you fall apart, Granger. But I don't want to keep playing nice."

She fought the blush that rose to her cheeks at his words, lost in the pleasure he was wringing from her. "Gods, Draco, I want you to let me come." Part of her was mortified that she was allowing him so much power over her, but she couldn't help the fire racing through her veins at the thought of him dictating her orgasms. Before she could stop herself, she heard herself say, "I want you to fuck me."

Draco closed his eyes and groaned. "Thank fuck." He looked at her. "Do you trust me?"

Hermione blinked, momentarily thrown out of the moment. What a loaded question from the man who currently had her naked and begging for him. And yet, she trusted him implicitly in this moment. She nodded, and he quirked an eye at her. "Yes, I trust you. Merlin, please. I know you won't hurt me."

He nodded jerkily and curled his hand around her waist, flipping her over. He snaked over her back and whispered in her ear, "Forgive me please, but I want you on your knees."

The words went straight to Hermione's core, and she immediately obeyed. If anyone had told her the night before that a few sexy words from Draco Malfoy would have her on her knees with her arse in the air, she would have laughed in their face. Now, though, she was hanging on the edge, waiting for his next request.

She didn't have to wait for his response long. Draco shifted until he was just behind her and slid his hands over the globes of her arse. She bit down on the breathy sigh that threatened to escape her lips as he spread his hands over the swells of her hips and rested in the valley of her waist. One of his hands left her, and, in one swift motion, he guided himself into her.

Hermione moaned and ground herself back onto him. He was deep, much deeper than he had been a moment before, and she ached for him to move. When he didn't, she shifted against him to try to entice him to move, but instead, he leaned over her and peppered kisses up her spine. The hand that wasn't resting on her waist slid over her hip and strummed her clit, earning him a throaty moan.

"You like that?" he rumbled against her, and she sighed breathily in response. "I can't wait to feel your pussy clamp down on me." His hand left her clit and Hermione groaned in protest. A moment later, he tweaked her nipple, twisting it lightly. He guided her upward until her back was flush against his chest. He pulled out of her just slightly and used her breast and waist as leverage to pull her back down onto him. The angle brushed against her most sensitive spot, and she writhed against him.

"What do you want, Hermione?" He growled, his voice impossibly deep.

She bit her lip, not sure if she should voice her thoughts. She'd never even asked Ron for what she wanted, sure that it was too much. But now, the way Draco was working her up, the way he was grinding slowly into her, playing her body so expertly, she was sure he already knew what she wanted. She closed her eyes and whispered, "I want you to choke me."

Draco's rhythm stuttered for just a moment, and he thrust into her with more force than he had before. "What was that?" he asked.

Hermione swallowed and steeled her nerves. "I want you to choke me," she repeated, thankful again that the confidence potion helped to erase her nerves.

Seconds felt like an eternity before his hand slid up from her breast to gently squeeze around her throat. It wasn't hard, but Hermione's heart raced with excitement.

Draco took a moment to adjust his speed as he pumped into her, and she arched into him. When he squeezed a little more firmly on her neck, she moaned, and her eyes rolled back. She wasn't sure if it was the combination of his touch and the sensual roll of his hips, but she'd never been so turned on before.

Their movements became synchronized; he thrusted, and she gyrated her hips, rubbing her sensitive bud with the hand that wasn't tangled in his hair. When he released his hold on her neck, she protested, but it quickly wound its way into her hair.

What had been sensual and exploratory quickly became a mess of desperate limbs. His new handhold allowed Draco to arch Hermione's back even further and his other pulled her back onto him as he pounded into her with every thrust. Both were breathless from exertion, and Hermione could feel the sweat beading on her forehead.

The familiar warmth of her impending release spread through her and Hermione quickened her pace on her clit. Draco must have sensed her urgency because he tightened his grip on her hair and forced her to look around at him.

The heat in his gaze drove to her very core. He smirked through his gusting breath and whispered, "I want you to come for me, Granger." She moaned at his words, and he thrust into her again, jarring her whole body. "I can't wait to feel you come all around me. You're so fucking gorgeous just like that."

Her orgasm crashed over her, and she cried out incoherently, a mix of curses and exaltations that included his name over and over. Draco drove into her relentlessly through it, and with a few more thrusts he finally buried himself deep within her as he came with a groan of her name.

They dropped to the bed with him still inside her, both panting. She couldn't remember a time when she'd felt so thoroughly fucked, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever have another night like this. If tonight was what she had to compete with for the rest of her sex life, she was sure she'd be disappointed again and again.

Draco shifted next to her. To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She wasn't sure why, but she'd expected him to be the type to shag and run. Despite what he'd said at the restaurant, he didn't seem the type for pillow talk.

"I can hear the wheels turning in your head, Hermione." She turned to look at him over her shoulder as he slipped slowly out of her.

"What is this, to you?"

His cocky smirk flashed at her in the darkness of her flat. "A bloody good shag?" She punched his arm where it crossed her abdomen. "Manners, Granger. Do we have to analyse it now? I think the overthinking part is supposed to come the next morning when you wake up and panic that I'm still in your bed."

She nodded to herself but found that she wasn't quite content with just leaving the evening at that. Before his eyes drifted shut, she found herself asking, "What did you mean when you said that you'd been waiting too long for this?"

Draco didn't answer right away, so she assumed he'd fallen asleep. She studied his face for a few moments before she turned over to snuggle down into her pillow.

Just before she drifted to sleep, she felt him brush an errant curl off her forehead and whisper, "There was a reason Severus taught me Occlumency."