A/N: Right. SO I keep saying "Oh, two more chapters!". But I'm trying to keep the chapters maximum 4,800 words and so it's turning out to be a bit more epic. Also, having fun with it and hoping you are, too. The fic should be finished by January. You're all great. Thanks for your reviews and alerts. Please continue them. I like to hear from you. YES, YOU.

Warning: If you did not see in the first chapter, this story is rated for verrry light humiliation/S&M (highlight on slapping, smacking, insults, public sex, and punishments). It's still got the humor element but based on your personal opinions of sexual encounters, you may find some of this bordering on bizarre or slightly dark. It's not terribly kinky or squicky but it's certainly not vanilla.

Chapter Seventeen: Going Public

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Granger's cheeks turned Gryffindor crimson. "If what you're implying by that is that I'd like to have really fantastic but utterly meaningless sex with you, then you're less thick than I previously assumed."

"Hmmm," I said, pretending I was thinking deeply. Inside, I was cheering. "I'm not sure I want to be your hatesex fuck buddy. I mean, I practically have the entire female population trying to shag me on an hourly basis. I'm in high demand. How do you know I even want to get with you again?"

"Malfoy, come off it. You've been gaping at me every second you get. Parkinson had her hand down your trousers and you were gauging my reaction the entire time, which by the way is very rude—I don't want you to ignore someone who's trying to pleasure you to gawk at me. It's a bit awkward. You also made your feelings known last night, as foul as that was. Long story short, I know you've been thinking about sleeping with me," she said curtly and folded her arms, a confident smile on her face.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. So you're good in bed. And I know I'm good in bed. So what are we waiting for? Let's get back to the castle and—"

"Just wait half a second," Granger said in amusement, "though it's good to know how badly you want me." I glared at her, waiting. "You couldn't get through two weeks of ignoring Harry and Ron so I want you to do something for me to make it fair—"

"Sod off, Granger," I said with a scowl. "Are you a secret Slytherin or what? This is some Pansy bullshit. You just called off the deal—"

"Relax, Malfoy. It's a challenge I think you'll like. In fact, I've been thinking about it since we…" she trailed off.

"Shagged mercilessly in my bedroom?" I offered dully. She nodded. "Okay, so what is it?"

Granger looked around, as if the entire world was watching and then bent her head down over her parchment, scribbling out a note. She ripped it off the pad and slid it over to me.

"Is this second year?" I asked and was about ready to tease her for being a secretive little prude until I read what she'd jotted down:

I want you to make me have an orgasm by using your fingers. I haven't been able to stop thinking about your hands.

I raised my eyebrows and grinned triumphantly. "Oh-hoo," I said and gave a low whistle.

"Shut it," she said, blushing, but she was smiling, too.

"You wouldn't let me get you off last time." I began to imitate her voice: "I thought your female body was mystical and mysterious and that I was too incapable to ever get you off—"

She shrugged. "Last time, my head wasn't in it and I knew you wouldn't get me there. But it felt really good anyway," she added quietly, looking down at her books.

"Well, who's a nasty, dirty, little know-it-all?" I asked in a low voice. "Right, well, I'm up for the job. The easy job, I might add." I stood up, flexing my hands as though preparing to play piano.

"Idiot," Granger mouthed. "Fine then. It's settled. So I'll be seeing you around, Malfoy?"

"I'm not leaving," I replied with a derisive snort. "Budge up, Granger."

She looked at me with confusion written all over her nerdy face. "What?"

"Move over,"I hissed, and seated myself in the booth beside her, so close to her our bodies were pressed together.

"What exactly is it you think you're bloody doing?" Granger whispered hotly, her face all a flush.

"You gave me a challenge and I'd like to fulfill it. Now. So scoot against the wall as far as you can. I need all the arm room I can get," I instructed her.

Her brown eyes widened into huge saucers. "What! You've got to be kidding," she shot at me. "Here? In public?"

I surveyed her outfit, licking my lips. "You know, it would have been easier if you'd worn a skirt. But this will have to do. Still, Granger: Remember that with me, skirts are always preferred. It's no matter, though—"

"Malfoy," Granger said, and she let out a nervous giggle. "You can't really be serious. I'm not like—well, I'm not like that—"

"Like that? Like what?" I whispered in her ear. "Like a dirty girl who just passed me a note that she wants to be finger—"

Granger elbowed me. "Shh!" she warned. "Don't say it out loud. If you're going to do it, do it. But first, a few ground rules about this relationship-"

"It's NOT a relationship," I argued. "I'll get up if you keep talking, Granger, and you don't want that—"

"Stop acting like a four year old," she snapped. "All I'm saying is I want to get a few things straight before we delve into more risky behavior. You're not my boyfriend and I am most certainly not your girlfriend-"

"Praise all of the universe for that blessed fact—"

"Quiet, you," she went on. "This is a purely physical relationship. If I'm too busy with homework, you might not see me for awhile, and I'd expect the same from you. We can see whoever else we want, and we should only discuss personal matters if we absolutely have to, which I'm hoping never has to happen. I feel I know just enough about your life so don't feel like you need to share. Are we understood?"

I stared at her. She was definitely a stranger brand of girl than I'd ever met, and though part of me was disturbed by her disregard for my existence, I knew at the back of my mind that it was only because she secretly wanted to declare her undying devotion to me but felt too self-conscious to do so. "Sure, Granger. Sounds fantastic," I leered. "So do you want me to do this?" I ran a hand down her thigh.

She shivered, and shrugged. "You can, if you want—"

"I want you to tell me what you want—"

"I want, I want—"

"That is, if you're capable of stringing three words together, Granger."

She glowered. "I want this," she said in a sharp voice, grasped her fingers in my own, and directed my hand to the front of her jeans.

"Acceptable answer, Granger. Meets expectations," I muttered deeply and put my mouth on her neck, kissing her there until she uttered a soft moan. I kissed her harder, rolling the soft skin around in my mouth, grazing her sharply with my teeth.

"Please," she said breathlessly.

I moved my mouth to her ear where I blew hot air in while at the same time bringing all my fingers tightly together and rubbing the front of her jeans in a slow motion. She breathed out as I quickened the movement of my fingers. "Like that, Granger?"

"Truth be told, it's rather annoying," she said, though her voice was quivering slightly. "Like when I know a book is very close to revealing a good part, but the author just keeps throwing in details about the scenery."

"I'd rather not be compared to a book, thank you," I said curtly and with that, I undid the front of her jeans and unzipped them. "Very nice pants today, Granger. I like the red." I snaked my hand inside the band of her underwear and sighed pleasurably at the feeling of her smooth skin and the soft pubic hair just below.

"Your hands are so cold," she whispered into me ear.

"All of me is cold," I responded tragically, "but you knew that." I ran two fingers down the line of her warm slit and grunted as I pressed them in between her lips. Granger squeaked quietly as I pushed a finger inside her, leaning across her chest to get a better thrusting angle. I started out slow but then began to use a very fast motion, administering two more fingers and wrenching open the front of her jeans with my other hand. She was slick to begin with but she was quickly becoming wetter and wetter.

She suddenly moaned and then caught herself, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Relax. They'll all just think you're eating some intensely delicious chocolate biscuits," I muttered with a grin, and wriggled my fingers inside of her.

"God!" she exclaimed, turned on enough now that she was losing herself in the moment, opening her legs more to let my digits in.

I bit her neck hard and began to swipe her engorged clit, running my tongue lazily over her shoulder. "Is that good, Granger? Is that good?" I mumbled deeply into her ear.

She did not answer; she merely let out a sharp squeak as I rapidly played with her using my thumb for a minute or so.

"I said, is that good, Granger?" I said in a louder voice, sneering as I sped up my motion.

"Shh!" she said, snapping her head up.

"Is it good?" I pressed, not lowering my voice. "Tell me whether or not it's good!"

"It's good, Malfoy," she whined, a cry of pleasure making its way out of her mouth and she stuck her lips to my ear. "It's great!"

"Is everything okay in here, my dears?" exclaimed a voice, and I realized a very daft looking old witch who I assumed was Madame Puddifoot had stuck her head into the seating area.

Granger let out a startled cry but I just continued fingering her and smirked. "Oh, everything is good," I told the witch, throwing Granger a sideways sneer. "Everything is just great." I stuck my fingers inside her wet pussy again, quickening the pace and pushing them in deeper and deeper. "Isn't that right, Granger?"

Granger moaned and nodded, gripping my knee with her hand. "It's really…really…really good!" she said loudly. The tea cups rattled on the table as she jutted her legs forward.

"My, my! You two are some very happy customers!" said the witch approvingly. "I only just got that tea in yesterday. "It was imported from India. In my opinion, the flavour is a bit smoky. I'm thinking it would be nice paired with ginger Digestives—"

"Oh yes!" Granger nodded, as I pulled my thumb and pointer finger over her clit and stimulated her there instead. I listened as her breath came out in gasps.

The old witch looked slightly concerned. "Is there anything else you might need?"

"Not for me," I smiled calmly, and went even faster.

"And you, dear?" asked the witch.

"We're fine," I responded tersely, pushing Granger's clit between my fingers and rolling it around hard. "She has everything she needs right here, thank you."

"Oh, grand. Well, if you do, you know where to find me—"

I was just about to tell the old bird to get the hell out before I bought and sold her pathetic tea shop in the next ten seconds when Granger's legs began to shake and she leaned her head against the booth. Her curls bounced.

"Are you okay, love?" pressed the witch, her eyes widening, leaning further over the divide.

"She just really likes that tea," I said quickly, and was ready to pull my hand out of Granger's jeans but she shook her head, gripping me with her wrist.

"Malfoy—ooh—more-"

I complied, rolling in my middle finger. I alternated the motion as quickly as I possibly could do and arched my eyebrow at the witch. "I suppose she does want more tea—"

"Er—okay," said the witch, giving us a strange expression. "The same sort, or—"

"YES!" Granger suddenly burst out. "YES. YES. YES. YES. YES!"

Madame Puddifoot smiled and nodded. "Right you are! My, you must really love this tea!" She turned to leave.

"Tea was great," Granger heaved, settling back against the booth and sighing. "Tea was really good."

As soon as the witch was out of earshot, I let out a bout of laughter. "Was the tea good, Granger?" I mocked, and then sneered darkly and lifted my eyebrows, "or was I good?"

Granger sighed again pleasurably and shoved me, while zipping up. "We could have gotten into trouble," she said disapprovingly, but she was still breathing a bit hard.

"Oh Granger, please. You enjoyed that. I saw your face. I felt how wet you were. And you came, didn't you? I'm sure I felt you come."

"I did," she said, reddening a bit. "I can't ever come the first time with someone. Besides, you got in there and did it this time—I liked that. And now I'm going to go wash up."

"I'm the one with the soiled fingers," I said loftily. "Therefore I should go first."

Granger sniffed in contempt. "You're really dreadful, you know that? Anyway, go right on and use the loo." She dropped her voice to a whisper: "And while you're in there, I want you to think about shagging me." She gave me a meaningful look.

"Don't think too highly of yourself," I smirked. "I have much more on my mind than you." I put my hand on the small of her back before sliding out of the booth and heading around the corner to the toilet with a long sneer plastered across my face. The tables had turned. The odds were in my favor. She was hooked! Granger had definitely gotten a sample of my Malfoy Charm (take that, Pansy! I still have it!).

I washed my hands in the loo before spending a few minutes straightening out the front of my hair and practicing alluring gloomy expressions in the mirror, all the while proud of myself that I'd gotten her off. I was toweling off when the door knob started rattling.

"Malfoy? Are you finished in there?" came Granger's voice from behind the door. "Are you ready?"

"Ready?" I questioned, turning around, but before I could utter another word I heard her whisper 'alohomora' . And can you believe it? She walked right in! "What in the hell, Granger? Can't you hold it for just a second? A man needs his privacy, you know-"

She stared at me and ran her eyes down my front. She sighed, this time in an annoyed way. "Apparently you misunderstood me."

"Misunderstood what?" I was very confused. It must have been a Pureblood/Mudblood language barrier.

"I didn't think you were actually going in here to wash your hands! Honestly, Malfoy, do you want to shag me or not? I thought you'd be sobbing with joy at this point. I thought you were going in here to get ready for me," she said and crossed over to me. She put her head in the crook of my neck and ran her hand down the front of my trousers. "But you aren't-"

I cleared my throat as want for her sparked up inside me instantly. "Blimey, Granger! One tryst in a booth and you're ready to fuck in a public restroom? I never thought I'd see the day!"

"I'm being logical," she responded curtly. "I'm ready, you're desperate to jump me, and there's nowhere at the castle we can do this without being spotted by everyone we know!"

"You're ready? You're ready?" I repeated. "What, pray tell, does that mean? Wasn't that enough, Granger? You want more?" I smirked.

She narrowed her eyes and then grabbed me by the wrists, slamming me against the bathroom counter. "Is everything a game with you?" she said into my ear, "or are you just so dim that you need everything spelled out for you? I'm telling you I want you, Malfoy. I want your cock inside me, I want to feel your hands on my waist, I want to hear you say my name and moan—"

I bit my lip, growing more and more turned on by the second. "You are the absolute worst imitation of a goody two shoes that I've ever seen in my entire life," I croaked, leaning back on the counter, "but to tell you the truth, it turns me on. You're just the right touch of slutty, with enough priss that it doesn't make me sick—"

"Oh, because you would never in a million years go to bed with a slutty girl?" she responded dryly.

"Granger, if you are implying my good friend Pansy is a slut, those are harsh words from you. I thought you tried to see the good in everyone," I said. After all, Pansy was a slutty girl, but it was only okay when Slytherins said it!

She shrugged, still holding my wrists against the basin and very slowly moving her thighs against the front of my crotch. "There is no good in Parkinson, and besides, she self-identifies as a slut so I'm not putting her down. My POINT is that she doesn't make you sick, so don't try to act like you tripped and your penis somehow fell inside her—"

"You're certainly talking about Pansy a lot," I grinned, grabbing her roughly by the hair. "Is it possible you are jealous? Did you hate seeing us getting together right in front of your eyes? Did you wish it were you?"

"No," she said calmly. "I think you two are painfully well-suited for each other and I was honestly happy that you were getting out some sort of release—"

I glowered at her. "Well-suited? Happy? You're not jealous?" I yelled, louder than I'd meant to.

"You aren't my boyfriend, remember?" she said tersely into my ear and bit my earlobe.

"I KNOW I'M NOT," I snapped, running a hand nervously through the front of my hair.

"Malfoy, are you up to this or not? You seem a bit preoccupied!"

"I'm not preoccupied," I asserted, and I knew I had to act quickly before I sunk into my analytical side. I instantly freed my wrists, pulled her by the arms and shoved her against the counter where I had just been. I grabbed her by the curls and brought her face to mine, kissing her hard on the lips from behind whilst pressing my groin up against her shapely little arse. "How do you want me?"

"Less brooding, less tiresome, more rough," she said sharply, but I could see in the mirror that she was smiling in a playful way.

"More rough, hm? You want me to teach you your place? Do you want to be fucked like the lowly bitch you are?" I bit her hard on the neck and ran my hands up her stomach, dragging them inside her jumper. I grabbed her tits roughly and tore her sweater up over her head. Her breathing went ragged, as I pressed my hardening cock into her backside.

"What could be more lowly than a Pureblood who's so obsessed with shagging a Mudblood, he can't stop thinking about her?" Granger retorted, staring me down with her reflection in the mirror.

My ears reddened slightly and something inside me snapped. "How dare you insult me, you filthy little Mudblood!" I snarled, burying my face in her curls and biting her as hard as I could. She shrieked, bumping her arse against me, and leaned her head back so that her hair spilt against my shoulder. "Do you like being punished?"

Hurriedly, she nodded, her face eager. "I like the way you react when I'm right and you're wrong, Malfoy. I can see the panic in your eyes," she challenged, and she made to grab the front of my trousers but I held her fast in my clutches, gripping her arms so hard I hoped I was leaving great marks on them. "I like getting a rise out of you," she laughed. "You're easy—"

"Don't laugh at me," I shot at her, but to be honest, getting chided at was very nearly making me feel like my hard member was going to rip open the front of my trousers, like the basilisk shooting out of the Chamber of Secrets. "When you talk to me, you have to respect me!"

"But you don't command respect," she said plainly, "after all, look who you're with! Me! Hermione Granger! I'm beneath you, right? Isn't that what you said?"

"Fuck. You," I growled in her ear and moved my hands to her jeans, wrenching them over her crimson, frilly underpants.

"Yes, I hope you'll get to that soon," she said bossily and using the basin to angle herself, she posed with her arse stuck firmly up in the air. She turned her head to look me in the eye and her face softened. "I mean it, Draco—power plays are fun foreplay and all, but I want you to shag me. Shag me hard and fast, we haven't got too much time and someone might come in. Oh, and you need this—" she said, reaching down and grabbing a condom from her jeans, placing it on the counter.

"Stop being a mood killer, you nitpicking whore. I told you, I'm in charge! So shut your bossy mouth, Mudblood! You can speak when I give you permission!" I said. I tore down her panties off her arse so that the hung off her legs and wrenched open the front of my trousers. "Shit, Salazar, I'm hard—I'm so bloody hard it hurts, Granger," I moaned, and freed my cock from my briefs. One feel between Granger's legs let me know she was still wildly wet but I stuck my hand inside her anyway and she gasped for air, her eyes widening in her reflection.

"Malfoy," she sputtered, "give me your cock, I want you—"

"Very well, Granger—I'll give you what you want this time," I said, "but here's for speaking out of turn." I brought one hand firmly against her rear end. The slapping sound echoed off the walls. I may have secretly not minded so much if she'd have done it to me, but I still enjoyed inflicting pain as much as the next Malfoy.

She moaned. "I didn't mean to speak, I just want your cock, please give it to me—"

"Don't you ever learn?" I sneered and smacked her again, eliciting another long moan from her lips. "Are you ready for me, Granger?" I voiced, and un-wrapped the condom with my teeth.

She nodded her head rapidly and steadied herself against the counter as I put on the condom carefully. After swiping my fist over myself a few times, I was ready for action. I entered her warm, wet hole from behind and at once, felt her tight muscle weaving around me. "Merlin's beard, why do you feel so good!?" I sighed. "Why, Granger? What is it about you?"

"Just keep going, don't think, you're hardly in," she said quickly, sending me an inquisitive glance from the mirror.

I slammed myself inside her, and she cried out, nodding her head. Her barrette fell out and clattered to the floor. "How's that?"

"It's damned amazing, Malfoy," she breathed out. "Keep going!"

I held her hips and thrust into her deeply, my breath coming out in short spurts. I moved one hand down to her arse and slapped her again, hard. She gritted her teeth and watched me in the mirror. "What are you thinking about?" I grunted into her ear.

"I'm... thinking," she breathed out heavily, "I'm thinking, what is it exactly your parents would say if they saw you doing this with me, if they saw you here in this loo shagging me from the back—"

"Don't you ever talk about my parents," I hissed, gripping her hands in mine and slamming them against the bathroom counter, leaning into her and slamming my shaft inside her as forcefully as I possibly could. "You don't know anything about them, Granger! Shut your dirty blood mouth—"

"Admit how much you like shagging me, Malfoy, and I won't mention them- I won't mention them ever again," she said, and moaned as I went so slowly that I very nearly pulled out of her at the end of each thrust.

Slam.

"I don' t like it! I hate it…it feels excellent, but I hate it," I said.

Slam.

"How do you feel when you're inside me?" she asked me, moaning.

Slam.

"I feel dirty," I muttered. "Like you. I feel like a failure."

Slam.

"I'm a failure, too," she whimpered. "I'm fucking the most unpleasant boy in the entire school, the boy who mocks my friends and my background, the boy who I hate most—"

Slam.

"Unpleasant, but sexy, right?" I whispered into her ear, a bit concerned. Another slam filled her up again.

"God," she wailed, nodding and leaning her head over my chest, "Sexy in the worst way—"

"Granger, I want to come—keep talking—"

"Ooh, Malfoy, what do you want me to say?" she groaned.

I kissed her neck and gripped her arse with both hands. "Insult me," I said.

"You're vile," she got out, drawing in a large breath as I smacked her again on the behind. "I like when you lash out at me because it means you have less control than I do. I can detest you from afar but I don't care enough about you for you to matter. Therefore, I'm better than you—"

"That's…not…true…"I sputtered, my head spinning. I was learning more and more that I was definitely suffering from some serious issues, but it felt too great for me to care. With every foul word the little bint spoke against me, I felt my skin tingling hotly. I knew I was minutes, seconds maybe, away from coming. But I needed more.

"You're jealous, ridiculous and you're a failure," she said hotly, using my words, "you're a failure—"

"I'm close, Granger," I groaned. "I want to come, please let me come, why won't you let me come—"

"Because I want you to suffer for it," she whispered.

All I needed now was to smash it in her hard for a few more thrusts and I knew I'd get there. I was on the brink and so blasted close that I was whining in a low tone, my member throbbing inside her and nearly bursting with the anticipation of coming.

But then from outside the door of the loo came a familiar, ear-pounding voice:

"COME ON, Won-Won! I want to give you a little blowwy-jobby while our tea steeps!"

"Holy fucking snakes," I burst out, and pulled out of Granger just in time to grab her around the middle and drag her across the paisley tile into the single toilet stall. She shouted out something unintelligible as I slammed the door and locked it behind us. As we pressed together (her naked tits against my bare chest, my hard cock sticking out and jutting against her stomach), the door creaked open and I heard the unmistakable squeals of Lav Lav "You Asked For My Bra" Brown.

"Are you kidding me?" came the sound of Weasley's voice, and to my surprise, he sounded dejected. "I'm raw, Lav! I'm raw and hungry. I thought we were out to lunch today—"

"Are you saying you don't WANT a blow-job?" shrieked Lav-Lav. "Break starts tomorrow! WE WON'T SEE EACH OTHER FOR TWO WEEKS—"

Granger fixed me with a look of utmost repugnance. For once we were on the same page. 'Do something,' she mouthed.

I decided in an instant what my angle would be, and prayed deeply that it would go over, as I did not much want to hear a blow job between anyone, especially those two—not to mention I did NOT want to get caught by Weasley. Not that I was afraid of him but he just wasn't privy to knowing my business. I instantly slammed Granger against the stall door and shouted as forcefully as I could, "Oh, yes, Pansy, say it! Say Draco Malfoy has the biggest cock in all of Hogwarts!"

"Ugh!" Granger declared, as I slapped my hand over her mouth to hide her voice, but I'd already done it.

"BLECH!" shouted Weasley. "I'm out of here, and sod it, now my appetite's completely disappeared, I'm going to start crying myself to sleep, THANKS A LOT, MALFOY—"

The door slammed. "Bye, bye, Draco! Lucky, lucky Parkinson! Hee hee!" giggled Lav-Lav, and then the door slammed again, the sound of their footsteps growing fainter and fainter.

Granger slumped against my shoulder. "Fuck," she said, in a tone of extreme relief.

"One hundred points from Gryffindor for ruining my orgasm," I said in a dour voice. "Pass it on." I gestured angrily to my softening erection, receding in a frightened fashion back to its dormant state. I snapped off the condom.

"Fast thinking, Malfoy. Too bad you can't often experience that same level of quick wit when it really benefits you," she joked. "I am sorry, though. It seems those two aren't only driving our house insane—"

"No, it's sort of a special annoyance that unifies us all," I responded. "So what are we going to do about this? I can be hard for you in a few minutes. Then I'm going to come inside you, Granger. Mm, I can't wait to see you bent all over again—"

"It felt really good, but I don't think we'd better—" At my horrified expression, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, honestly, Malfoy. I may be up for some role-playing but I'm not actually cruel. I just don't think we should be out in plain sight again. But what about here? And you can shag me however you want… within reason, of course."

I grinned and considered the prospects. "Really, now? So what would you say if the Couple of the Year just gave me a fantastic idea? I want to fuck your bossy little mouth, Granger. But I want you to swallow this time."

The skeptical look on her face worried me for a second, but then the Mudblood nodded with a dark smile on her face and ran her soft hands down my chest. She perched on the lid of the dark purple toilet and drew me to her by grabbing my arse. "Come here, Malfoy," she said. "Let me be in control of you."

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