A little steam for your Friday evening….

M x.

Draco slammed the door behind them with a deafening crash. Her bedroom door, to be exact. The look in his eyes was terrifying; he stood there, a raging beast, waiting for her next move.

After forcefully removing her from the restaurant, he had apparated them, most uncomfortably, back to Grimmauld Place, before stalking up the stairs after her and following her into her room. Hermione was convinced she was in shock. But then, she couldn't be in shock because she was positively sure that she read somewhere that people who went into shock were not convinced of anything. And Hermione. Hermione was convinced of a lot at the moment.

First, Ron Weasely hated her. Yes, he most certainly did. And Harry, he would definitely be furious with her, once he gained consciousness from Sirius' medicinal healings of whiskey and opium. And Ginny, yes, Ginny would definitely be feeling some resentment right now…Oh God…she had massively fucked up. If there had been any shock it had been left at La Petite Grenouille, and had now worn off; she was beginning to shake. Hermione closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to drown out the sound of Malfoy approaching her.

She snapped her eyes open and jumped away from him, trapping herself against the wall. He looked at her with anger and something that could have been hurt. Whatever he saw in her eyes made his jaw tick several times.

"What's this?" His whispered menacingly. "The perfect little Mudblood is afraid of the big bad Death Eater?" His lips curled back with disgust as he closed in on her.

Rage burst through every inch of her skin, scorching her blood and setting her brain on fire. Her wand was instinctively at his chest before she knew it. He smiled at her. Fuck. He had been baiting her and she fell right into it.

"Fear? Hermione Granger doesn't fear anything." He taunted with a sadistic whisper.

"She certainly fucking doesn't!" She was trembling with magic. Draco pushed closer to her, forcing her wand into his chest.

"Then show me. Show me how fearless you really are." He rested his arms on either side of her head, against the wall, holding her in place. She watched him for several moments before dropping her wand.

"What the hell am I doing? What do you want from me!?" She cried, slamming her head back against the wall with frustration. He took advantage of her outburst by quickly disarming her and grabbing both of her wrists with his one hand. For such delicate looking fingers, they certainly were strong. "Let go of me."

He raised one eyebrow at her vicious snarl. "No." He pushed his full weight onto her as she struggled against him. The things that little black dress was doing to him… driving him out of his bloody mind.

"Stop it Granger!" He barked. "Will you just fucking listen for a second?"

"No." She snapped; though huffing with annoyance, she ceased struggling against him.

"I believe the answer to your first question is, pretending. You are pretending not to want me." She scoffed and stomped on his pristinely polished shoe. He winced slightly. "And the second…" He pulled back and looked down on her with an unfathomable expression.

"What do I want from you, Hermione Granger." The sound of him saying her name sent a thrill of pleasure down her spine. He bent close to her ear. "Everything."

Hermione frowned for a moment before looking up at him.

"Well that's not vague or anything-" But all thoughts after that were completely lost as Draco dove his hands into her silky curls, tilted her head back and stared deeply into her eyes with an emotion she could only later describe, as victory. She had given him the in he was looking for, with her perfect fucking question. Typical. "I want it all." He growled as his gaze raked over her with possessive need. "You. All of you." He paused for a moment before lowering his lips but a breath away from hers. "For as long as you'll have me." Hermione couldn't recall who had actually sealed the deal, but suddenly the sense to get as close to him as physically possible slammed through her like a mighty wrecking ball. She was in his arms, he was dominating her completely with the most intense kiss she had ever received. His hands and mouth couldn't get enough of her and Hermione was sure every inch of her body was on fire. She was burning and shaking, completely overwhelmed by his passion.

"I. Want. You." He demanded between kisses. He was now steadily making his way down her throat, his hands grasping at her hips and thighs as if his life depended on it. He yanked down the thin straps of her dress before devouring her blazing flesh with his wickedly talented tongue. Hermione was convinced that in exactly three seconds she was going to go into actual shock. Her brain was shutting down and her body was taking control. She was helpless to stop it as she moaned with desire and rubbed the complete length of her body up against him. He reached his hand down between them and ran his silky fingers up the inside of her thigh. Hermione let out a cry of need as she clung to his muscled shoulders. His hands reached her silken, shaved cunt and he gasped at the contact of bare flesh. Hermione whimpered against him, tortured by his light touch, merely teasing her.

"No knickers?" He groaned against her neck. "Fuck." His lust seemed to be kicking into overdrive.

"Well they were completely impractical, this dress-" She was breathless to explain. He snapped his head up to hers.

"Granger, shut that beautiful fucking mouth of yours." He bent his head down once more to plunder her mouth as his fingers slid swiftly into her soaking wet pussy. So tight. So hot. Her nails were digging at his shoulders and now she was begging him in between hot, open-mouthed kisses. He could die right now, a happy man. He ran his thumb several times over her swollen clit, stroking and coaxing gasps of pleasure from her lips. "Tell me Granger." His voice was raw with need. "Tell me," He purred as his fingers caused a delectable shudder to rack her body. "That you're done pretending."

"Draco- please-" He removed his fingers from her before lifting her by the waist with one quick movement; her legs wrapped around his hips and he held her against him. She leaned down to kiss him but he pulled back.

"Tell me."

"I…" She looked at him with lust-glazed eyes, her now wild hair framing her beautiful face. "I want you. Draco Malfoy. I want you." Something seemed to have snapped into place. His eyes were deep, deep somewhere inside of her soul. They stared at one another for several minutes, an understanding passing between them. How could this have happened?

Draco snapped out of it. He hated how Hermione's wondrous gaze was able to rot his brain within several seconds of contact. He kissed her fiercely, hoping to eliminate all the doubts he was sure would start swimming around in her brain. He carried her to the bed, dropping her swiftly onto her back. She looked up at him with determination, she reached for his clothes, tearing at them wildly. His hands ran over her smooth skin and he shuddered with anticipated pleasure as she reached for his belt.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knocking at the door. Draco closed his eyes and counted to ten. Whoever was on the other side of that door was going to get cursed to hell and back. Hermione was too stunned to move. Draco growled with immense irritation as the loud rapping continued. He ground his teeth together and was already across the room, opening the door, before Hermione could stop him. She had about three seconds flat to jump off the bed before he tore open the door with a growl.

"Miss Granger…" Snape's fist was still raised in knocking motion as his eyes landed upon a very angry, very shirtless, Malfoy. "Draco." Snap amended. He pushed the door wide open and stepped into the room with hurry. Hermione was already trying to explain.

"Severus, this isn't what it-" Her gave her a nasty glare as he crossed the room towards her.

"Your excuses do not interest me, Miss Granger. This…."He pulled out a piece of parchment. "Just arrived for you." She looked at Draco who was frowning in confusion.

"What is-?" He started to ask but a glare from Snape silenced him. Hermione frowned down at the blank card, then turned it over and gasped in shock, the color draining from her face…though her eyes filled with furious determination. Draco was at her side immediately.

"What? What does it say?" He tore the paper out of her hands. As his eyes moved swiftly over the blood red words, his gaze hardened with furious rage. "What the fuck is this?" He spat at Snape, stalking up to the man.

"I've… just…. told you. It arrived minutes ago…from an unknown owl." Draco looked back down at the letter that was clenched in his shaking hands.

You're next, Miss. Mudblood. Centaurs are a walk in the park compared to what I have in store for you.

Fondly,

Professor Umbridge.