A/N: I finally got Draco Malfoy. Turned out it was just a dream, though :(

Thank you SilverRivfor being an amazing beta! Any mistakes are cuz I couldn't resist making last minute edits afterwards.

COMPLETE CREDIT for this chapter goes to Diablolita's amazing one-shot "A Twisted Comfort." I freely admit I'm bullshitat writing sex scenes, so I adopted hers, with her permission. Do check it out as well! The link is on my profile.

Here's the next chapter for you guys! WARNINGS for sex-I've made those parts ITALICIZED if you want to SKIP them :) Enjoy!

Chapter 5:

Malfoy returned three hours later, after Daphne had come and gone with dinner and Zabini had finished his nightly inspection.

'Are you sure about this, Granger?' He asked once he was in her cell, shedding his outer cloak that he had thrown over his pyjamas. His eyes begged her to say she'd changed her mind, even as he took his wand out and cast Imperturbable and Silencing Charms around them, followed by a Cushioning Charm on the floor of her cell.

'I want this,' she repeated confidently.

'There's no going back once it's done,' he murmured uncertainly, almost to himself.

'I know.' She replied without missing a beat.

'But-' he began, but she cut him off crossly.

'Stop procrastinating and just fuck me already, Malfoy.' She couldn't keep the impatience out of her tone.

He stared at her, caught off guard. He'd never thought he'd hear such words from the Gryffindor Princess, as he'd dubbed her in his head, but then he'd never expected to find himself in such an unusual predicament either. But something about the way she said the words struck a chord within him.

'You've given up on yourself, haven't you?' His awed, almost reverent tone unnerved her.

'What do you mean?' She hedged, moving closer to him and beginning to unbutton the top of his pyjama shirt.

His hands gently caught hers on the second button, forcing her to look up at his face in question. 'You've accepted death.' It was a statement.

Hermione shrugged. 'I know I will die anyway. As long as Voldemort stays dead, I believe it a worthy sacrifice.'

'A sacrifice? So I'm just a – a means to an end here, aren't I?' he asked, an unusual vulnerability in his voice.

'That depends on your perspective, Malfoy. You're using me to ensure Voldemort doesn't return either. Think of it as a business transaction. Or you know what,' she added frustratedly as she struggled with his next button, 'think of it as whatever the hell you want. As long as we do this.'

Giving up on his shirt, she backed away from him and stripped self-consciously down to her bra and knickers. Feeling uncomfortable, she looked at Malfoy again.

He stood frozen, staring at her body. When he realized she'd caught him, he swiftly averted his gaze. Hermione felt her face heat up, even as she watched his cheeks turn a bright pink.

Pulling back slightly, he took his wand out and cast a Contraceptive Charm, raising an eyebrow at her as he did so.

'Forgot that, didn't you?' he mocked, unbuttoning his shirt deftly as he spoke, one perfect eyebrow arched, Wand still in hand. 'Perfect Granger forgot to use contraception.'

'Why does it matter?' she asked dismissively. The 'I'm going to die anyway' went unsaid, but it still hung in the air between them. She had actually thought of it, but felt it was pointless to ask. She was as good as dead anyway. Why would he waste his magic on her?

She stepped away from him, trying to keep her eyes from straying to the planes of his chest as he shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the ground.

'Caution never hurt anyone,' was his even reply, even as he smiled ruefully and cast a quick Scourgify on her as well, much to her embarrassment, before tossing his wand towards his discarded shirt.

'It'll be quick,' she said softly, hoping she sounded reassuring. The words sounded hollow even to her. 'Just get it over with as fast as you can.'

They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither wanting to make the first move. Finally, Hermione shook her head, closing the distance between her and Malfoy. 'Let's do this.'

***MMMMM***

Malfoy nodded uneasily, but let his arms wrap around her. Pulling her down to the Cushioned cell floor, he gently pushed her shoulders down until she lay on her back. Hovering his body over hers, he dipped down to her neck, his lips ghosting tantalizingly over her skin. What on earth?

She froze, pushing him away so she could look at his face. 'What are you doing?' she demanded, confused. Malfoy sighed, hiding his face behind his hand.

'It will hurt less if you're ready,' he muttered, his ears turning pink.

Was he embarrassed? Hermione gaped at him in surprise. 'I didn't think you'd care,' she mused, raising her brows.

Malfoy shook his head condescendingly at her and resumed his earlier position, kissing his way from her neck to her collarbone. While she knew he was trying to ease her into the experience, she couldn't completely quell her discomfort. Her mind was still too hung up on her possible impending death to actually focus on what he was doing.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Malfoy's hand invade her knickers until he actually touched her slit.

She squeaked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. 'Warn me before you do stuff like that!' she hissed, but it came out much shriller than she'd intended.

Malfoy ignored her, giving her a frustrated look instead. 'Merlin, Granger. You're as dry as a bone! Is a lowly Death Eater not good enough for her Highness?' he sneered. 'At least try to pretend I'm someone else, Granger. I bet even that ugly Weasel would have you wetter than this.' He sighed exasperatedly, stroking her lower lips rhythmically.

'I can't just get excited at command, Malfoy,' she shot back self-consciously. 'And it's not like you're aroused either.' She grasped at the front of his pants impulsively to prove her point, only to encounter something unexpectedly hard.

He hissed in surprise, and she could feel him pulsing and straining beneath her fingers through the soft fabric. Her face turned bright crimson in embarrassment.

'I -' she began to apologise, but he cut her off sharply. 'Don't. Just don't.' He pushed himself away from her, rolling so he was lying on his back next to her, eyes fixed on the ceiling of her cell. 'This was a bad idea,' he breathed almost to himself.

What if he changes his mind? was suddenly the only thought in Hermione's head. At any point, he could decide that he didn't want this, and walk away. And what would she do then?

He may not want Voldemort back, but she doubted he was as invested in preventing it as she was.I can't give him time to back out.

Desperate, Hermione threw herself at him, kissing him as hard as she could and rubbing their pelvises intimately. Malfoy shut his eyes with a gasp and froze, and she could feel his arousal strain against her, but he did not respond to her ministrations. After a few seconds with no response, she finally gave up, pulling away.

'Granger. Granger! Stop it,' Malfoy groaned out, his fingers locking around her waist and restraining her movement.

Hermione stilled in defeat, eyes tearing up with desperate frustration.

'That was fucking hot,' he gasped out, and she could tell he was trying to sound reassuring. He was still a bit breathless as he looked up at her face. 'But don't insult my intelligence by trying to seduce me, Granger. I'm not Lestrange.' He sounded almost disappointed in her behaviour.

Hermione did her best to hide the sting of rejection and embarrassment she felt at his words, simply nodding, closing her eyes. Her traitorous tears, however, escaped through her closed lids, spilling down her face. She refused to acknowledge them, keeping her eyes firmly shut.

'Fuck. Are you crying?' Warm fingers gently wiped the tears from her face, and she opened her eyes to see Malfoy looking at her in concern. 'Granger?'

'No,' she replied, realizing how pitiful the lie must sound to him the moment the words left her lips. What on Earth was wrong with her?

'I'm an idiot,' Malfoy muttered in response, leaning up to press his lips firmly against hers. 'I didn't mean to give you the impression that I was backing out, Granger,' he reassured, running a hand comfortingly down her back while his other absently traced her lips. 'I just needed a moment to patch up my bruised ego.'

Hermione studied his face for any trace of deception. Finding none, she let a small smile grace her lips. 'Your ego? Trust you to worry about your ego even in the face of Voldemort's return.'

'Hmmm, we can't all be as perfect and selfless as you, Granger,' he replied distractedly, pulling her lips down to his once more. Hermione melted into him, enjoying the power it gave her as she invaded his mouth with her tongue, eliciting a soft moan from him.

Getting emotionally involved is the last thing I want to do, she reminded herself, especially with Malfoy. Her movements were erotic, but mechanical, lacking any real passion. Kiss, caress, touch, kiss, caress, stroke, rinse and repeat.

Her robotic movements were somewhat impeded when, in a single neat move, Malfoy rolled them so that he was on top once more, pulling the straps of her bra off her shoulders. His kisses were turning frantic, almost violent, while his hands roamed her body freely as if they had a mind of their own.

He obviously has no inhibitions about getting emotionally involved, she mused. Surprisingly, that only served to excite her.

He unclasped her bra completely and threw it to the side of the cell. Hermione gasped, desire burning through her veins as he played with her nipples, twisting and pinching them gently. She arched up to his hands, her eyes drifting shut as she let herself be lost in his ministrations. By the time he had finished with both her breasts, she was writhing in pleasure and desire, her knickers damp.

After couple of minutes, though, Hermione began to feel rather annoyed. It was like he'd forgotten the entire purpose of this encounter due what seemed to be a full-on obsession with her breasts.

'Malfoy?' Hermione breathed out, gripping his biceps so he was forced to stop and look up at her. 'Do you-do you think you could maybe get on with it?'

A slightly upset look crossed Malfoy's face, but he nodded slowly, giving her nub a parting pinch before moving lower.

Definitely an obsession with breasts, she thought, amused.

He smirked at her expression, which was a mix of impatience and arousal before hooking his thumbs around her knickers to take them off.

Hermione lifted her hips so he could slide them down. It was slightly humiliating how wet she was, and she realized why Malfoy had felt so embarrassed when she'd found out how aroused he had been.

Her knickers joined her bra in the cell corner and again, Malfoy just stared at her.

He reached down tenderly to stroke her. A gasp escaped her, lips parting in shock as his digits delved into her, brushing the small gathering of nerves. She moaned in pleasure, sliding her fingers through his hair, and moving her lips more forcefully against his.

Hermione didn't want it to end – all she could think about was the fierce, consuming stimulation his hand was giving her. It was suddenly the only thing in the world that mattered. Her hips bucked wildly, waves of pleasure sizzling through her body as she exploded into a world of pleasure.

She could only watch from under heavily lidded eyes as he pulled back, stripping off his pants, his erection swelling before her.

However, when he spread her legs wider and positioned himself at her entrance, she felt her body tremble with uncertainty. Everything was suddenly too real. What on Earth was she thinking?

She put her hands on his chest to stop him. Maybe if they stopped now, she could think of a different plan. Something that was less bizarre than this madness, perhaps?

Malfoy's eyes met hers, his head throbbing at her lips, but he didn't enter her. One look at his face and she knew he wasn't certain about this, either.

His hesitation actually made her braver. Hermione watched as her hands started to slide up his shoulders and hold onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer. She gave him a faint nod and a reassuring smile.

Taking her cue, he pushed forward forcefully, burying his entire length inside her slick channel. She gasped and shuddered breathlessly.

It was done – she wasn't a virgin anymore. A triumphant smile broke across her face. If only it was a better situation, she thought wryly, half expecting Malfoy to pull away now that his goal was reached.

But Draco Malfoy was still inside her, and she panted, holding onto him as tightly as she could. Fingers digging into her hips, he waited, keeping them still. His concerned eyes carefully examined every emotion running across her face.

At her reassuring smile, his lips crashed down to hers again. Her nails raked down his back while his fingers buried themselves in her thick hair. His body was hard against hers, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him as close as she possibly could.

'Fuck,' he hissed and grabbed a fistful of her hair, his hips suddenly pistoning, moving hard inside of her. His grip on her hair tightened, and Hermione arched up towards him, letting the sensations he was creating within her dictate her actions. His roughness excited her, and the higher he took her, the more she wanted.

'Merlin, Malfoy,' she whimpered softly, 'Oh God…'

Malfoy grunted, sliding his hands under her thighs and pulling her legs over his shoulders so he could push even deeper. Hermione felt like he was splitting her in two with his roughness. It shouldn't feel satisfying, shouldn't make the low, keening noises being ripped from her turn more and more shrill with each thrust.

The blood rushing through her was building up, moving towards a crescendo, and her entire body shook all over-it was unbearable, she needed it to end, she never wanted to stop. She shut her eyes as he pounded into her, giving her body to him completely. She was writhing beneath him, every nerve on edge.

Then she felt his hand at her chin. 'Look at me,' he commanded huskily. And she did.

She felt her walls clench around him, felt the pressure building low in her stomach. She was so close.

Hermione whimpered louder every time he thrust into her, feeling the wave coming, beckoning to her, threatening to consume her. She stared into Malfoy's icy eyes, barely an inch away. She watched as his jaw slackened when she whined especially loud, as if he were astounded by the sounds he was eliciting from her.

His thumb grazed her softly and she lost it. Her eyes widened as her orgasm washed over her.

Malfoy moaned, open-mouthed, and his palm covered her lips roughly to muffle her screams. They couldn't afford to be heard, and the Muffliato Charm was only designed to hide conversations, not cries.

Hermione thrashed, overcome as wave after wave of pleasure hit her, screaming out her ecstasy into the palm of his hand, eyes never leaving his awed gaze.

When she came down from the high, Malfoy was still pumping inside her. She brought her hands up to tear his palm away from her mouth but only got as far as grabbing onto his arm when a sudden change in the motion of his hips almost made her scream again.

She couldn't believe he had been able to hold out this long, and if anything, he was only thrusting harder now. Her hips rose up to meet his as she wrapped her legs around him. Now that she had already come once, her walls were extremely tender, and the feeling was almost too much to bear, bordering on painful.

Malfoy was hitting that horrible, yet wonderful place inside her and sliding his tongue along her own. Every plunge sent another shock of pleasure rattling through her body, and it was altogether too much but still she wanted more.

Malfoy moaned as Hermione pulled his head back and sucked on his neck. He rubbed at her clit as if he was trying to wear it down, making her yelp in pleasure. It just added to the heat that swept through her body and made her whimper louder.

Hermione shut her eyes, clamped around him, and rode him for all she was worth. Her legs started to quiver. She felt another orgasm coming, coils of heat slowly unwinding within her. Malfoy growled and held her tighter.

'Please…' She wasn't sure if she was begging him to stop or to move her harder. He did the latter. She felt herself vibrate and her teeth rattled as he slammed into her, plunging with all his strength. She was nearly there.

With a moan her fingernails raked down Malfoy's back and she felt him shudder, gasp. This time as she came, she bit down on his neck to quiet her cries as Malfoy buried his seed within her.

***MMMMM***

They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, with him still inside of her. He finally pulled out of her and rolled over, his gasping barely under control.

Hermione took a deep shuddering breath. 'We did it, Malfoy,' she breathed. 'We actually did it.'

'Obviously,' was his intelligent response as he stared at the ceiling of her cell from his position on the ground, disbelief colouring his tone. 'We did it.'

'I know you said not to say thank you, but -' Hermione began, sitting up slowly, and trying not to let her gaze wander over his defined chest. Or lower still.

'Don't, Granger,' he cut her off harshly, quickly getting to his feet and reaching for his cloak. 'We did what had to be done,' he finished in a softer tone.

Hermione nodded, ignoring the way his gentle words pierced her heart more than his cruel ones. 'Very well, then. It was nice doing business with you, Malfoy.'

A harsh chuckle met her words. 'Always a pleasure, Granger,' he replied. His eyes regarded her naked frame, and then he raised his Wand, casting another Scourgify on her to remove all traces of their activities.

Nodding gratefully, Hermione began pulling on her clothes, turning her back on Malfoy so that he could do the same. When she turned back around, Malfoy was fully dressed as well, leaning against the wall of her cell, watching her morosely.

'You deserved better than me, Granger,' he said sadly. 'I know you would've preferred Weasley or Potter, or hell, maybe even Dumbledore, over scum like me. And you still managed to work with what you had.' His face was drawn in sadness and admiration. 'Every witch and wizard in England probably owes you more than they will ever know. I wish there was more I could do to help you.'

Hermione was too stunned by his speech to do more than stare at him as he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers one last time. Her eyes closed of their own accord and despite their rough activities less than five minutes ago, she felt desire course through her veins once more.

'Thank you, Hermione Granger,' he whispered against her lips.

When her eyes opened again, he was already gone.

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