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Chapter Twenty-Two: The Amazing Bouncing Ferret!

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I actually had every intention of assisting the Muggles with the clean-up as I felt it would add to Granger's rampant ire but I found myself quite useless. Making the ill-advised (yet delicious) choice to have a third brownie pushed me over the edge. I'd fallen victim to gluttony and I had never felt better. I was ecstatically satiated for the first time in months and could do little more than sprawl out at the table as her parents got ready to leave for work. Granger had disappeared from the kitchen and I was wondering just how I was going to "get it". I prayed that I'd get a tongue lashing that was far more physical than verbal but part of me wondered if Granger was seriously angry. Still, I needed to wait around to find out.

"Please don't feel obligated to sit in here, Draco. The living room is much more comfortable," her mother said nicely, piling papers into a slick brown briefcase. She gestured to the next room where I'd walked past the high shelves stacked with collectible plates. "Oh, and here's something for you! Merry Christmas!" She handed me a large clear bag filled to the brim with toothpaste, toothbrushes and floss. This was so utterly pitiable and funny that I had to look away. This entire morning was definitely testing my superior acting skills.

I nodded and thanked her deeply before rising. I was glad to have been given the choice to move as the wooden bench wasn't exactly my idea of a relaxing spot. I swaggered lazily into the living room and spread out on the larger of two white leather couches. In the corner was a big white Christmas tree adorned with silver blinking lights. The fireplace beside it still showcased three matching blue stockings.

Yawning, I clutched my taut front and sighed in satisfaction. The first thing I wanted was a nap and the second thing I wanted was a long, slow blow job. I sighed contentedly and stretched out, imagining my mouth enveloping Granger's nipples and her hands down the front of my trousers. I drifted off thinking about her stripping my briefs off and filling her mouth with my shaft. Granger's cat hopped up onto my chest and nestled into my neck.

The next thing I knew, I was being gripped by my collar. Startled, I opened my eyes. Crookshanks had gone and Granger was in front of me with an intense frown on her face. Her pajamas had been replaced by jeans and a snug blue jumper, and it appeared she had tamed down her crazy head of hair. I smiled at her tiredly and sighed. "Ah, good. So glad you're back. Are the Muggles gone? I see you've changed from your kitty slippers and fuzzy robe into something a bit less unsightly. Too bad, I quite liked your little kitty feet," I said through another long yawn.

"The Muggles have names," Granger said in a loud, shrill voice I recognized well from school when she was trying to play the goody-goody hero by saving an ugly creature or defending an ignoramus classmate. Her small hand on my collar was quavering as she held me fast and stared down at me.

I snickered at her overreaction. "I prefer calling them The Muggles. It's not inaccurate—"

"Well, then! Well, then!" Granger said, her voice rising. This was altogether too hilarious. "The Muggles just left a few minutes ago! The Muggles asked that I tell you happy new year and that you can come by anytime if your mother doesn't feed you. My mum apologized and said they would have said goodbye themselves but that you were napping like a little angel—"

I smiled wryly. "Fancy me a bit, does she? Can you blame her? Compared to your standoffish, immature friends I must look like quite a gentleman."

"Get out of here," spat Granger and pulled me by my throat, only succeeding in making me have to lean forward a bit.

"Granger, stop, this is rather uncomfortable," I chortled, trying to grab her hand with my own. She slapped it away. Crookshanks glared at us from under the Christmas tree, halfway through devouring a ribbon.

"I should have never EVER let you in my house! I had one request, that you'd LEAVE, and you STUCK AROUND TO MOCK MY PARENTS AND MAKE ME LOOK STUPID AND PRETEND YOU WERE A STARVING, POOR, ABUSED BABY—This is TOO MUCH, MALFOY! THIS IS WAY TOO MUCH!"

I winced at her awful tone, grabbing her by the hands. She slapped me away with more force this time. "Granger, unhand me! And stop screaming, you sound rather Pansyish—"

"Maybe Pansy screams at you because you're TERRIBLE—" Granger shouted, her voice rising. My eyes widened a bit. Granger relating to Pansy? This was a bit new and horrific. I had no time to analyze what this meant because she kept right on talking in that same loud, unpleasant voice. "We had rules, Malfoy! And now you crossed one of MY boundaries! I keep my life private! I like my parents to let me be and I like keeping to myself and now you've gone and created some false world and not only that, you've seen too much. I'm trying to keep my school life and home life separate! WE'VE ONLY BEEN SLEEPING TOGETHER TWO WEEKS AND YOU RUINED IT! What did you think you were doing?" She released me from her grip and instead wrung her hands in midair.

"Granger, it's not my fault you keep your boring routine to yourself. Your parents merely offered me breakfast and I decided to stay," I replied, fixing my collar. "It made me feel rather nostalgic for the usual Christmas breaks at my manor."

"And what does that mean?" she shot at me in an icy tone.

At her questioning expression, I stretched one hand behind my head and reclined back, the other hand resting on my middle. "The Muggles waiting on me somewhat reminded me of my house elves. No wonder you love defending elves so much. Do they remind you of home?"

Granger let out a strangled cry and grabbed my shoulders. "Get up! Get out of here! I don't want to see you right now! Or ever, for that matter! I don't want you in my house!"

She was trying to shove me off the couch but I wouldn't budge. I just smirked up at her and snickered. "I'm here right now, though. We're all alone. If you'd stop screeching at me we could have a good time. I'll tell you what I'd like. I want you to take your top off and give me a full-body massage that ends with your hands on my dick." I winked lecherously.

"UGH! MALFOY!" she yelled and tried again to push me off of the couch. I grabbed her by the wrists and shoved her back, laughing. Her expression irate, she grabbed my by the shoulders and tried to pull back.

I tilted forward and took her by the shoulders, wrestling with her in midair. "You'll have to try harder than that, Granger! Honestly for all the times you've defeated evil, I would have thought you'd have developed better upper body strength."

"You prat! You foul—rude—awful—prat—!" she cried out before losing balance and falling over on top of me.

I wove my hands through her soft hair, also noting the nice feeling of her tits against my chest. She slapped my hands off her. I tried to laugh, but having her directly on my middle was a strain. I made a pained face. "Oof, Granger—not that this isn't a decided improvement but I don't think I can handle this right now. Come on, scoot down and get on my dick—"

"WHAT?" Granger burst out, eyes flashing.

"I want a blow job," I told her simply, wriggling my brow. "I feel it would complete my relaxation—"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" she shouted.

"Stop being all tiresome and loud and suck me off, Granger," I sneered.

She squeaked in protest and then with a sort of strength that must have come to her through sheer fury, she grasped me under the armpits and rolled off the side of the couch, dragging me along with her. We landed with a hard thump onto the wooden floor with only a rug beneath us and the floor. I'd flopped on top of her and sneered down at her, enveloping my hands in hers. Granger squeezed my hands so hard it hurt and with another mighty forceful action, she gripped me and flipped us over so that she was above me. She kept my hands in her strong clutch and slammed them down on the floor above my head.

This woman was a force to be reckoned with.

"Interesting way of punishing me, Granger," I leered, my heart pounding not only at the feeling of being held in such a position but simply at the word "punish" leaving my lips. Though the pressure of her against me was straining me, this little bit of power play was quickly making the blood flow to my snake. "Do you think this is going to teach me a lesson?"

"Stop talking right now!" Granger asserted, digging into my palms with her fingernails.

I moaned and leaned back, grinning languidly. "No one's here—and besides, I don't have to do what you say—"

"No, I mean…LISTEN! And stop getting turned on when I'm trying to tell you something important!" she shouted.

"You think I have a choice? You seem to have a misunderstanding of basic human anatomical functions, but pop open my trousers and I can teach you a thing or two—"

"Malfoy, SHUT. UP," she yelled in a strong voice that was about five octaves louder than her normal annoyed tone. Crookshanks flattened his ears and fled from the room.

I instantly stopped smirking. Her tone was rather scary all of a sudden. She actually sounded seriously angry. But why? This was a comical situation. I was uproarious! Surely she wasn't truly furious? "Granger, what on earth is your problem?" I questioned, trying very hard to look like I was actually concerned.

"My problem? In your words we are SUPPOSED to be hatesex fuck buddies," Granger went on hotly. Her facial expression gave the chilling impression that given the chance, she would slice me in two with a dull blade out of the Potions storage cabinet. "But you lounged around my house way past when you promised you'd leave and met my parents and that was NOT IN THE PLAN—"

"I had no choice! They knocked on the bathroom door because they heard me in there playing," I said defensively.

"Playing?" she questioned, furrowing her brow.

I began to talk very fast, which is a good skill to have when you're attempting to get out of a bad situation. "Yes, the toilet water was blue and there was electricity which is confusing in itself and I wanted to see what the wonky toothbrushes did that was so special and I had to find out what the big air machine was and then I realized the cabinet was stuffed with—" I paused. "Medicines? Is that what they are? Do they work like elixirs? How many varieties are there? Do they taste like candy?"

Granger let go of my hands and swung off me, letting me free. Obviously, my genius plan to talk myself out of trouble had worked as she snorted and laughed. I gave a short sigh of relief. Maybe I wasn't going to die today. "You were caught by my parents because you were playing in my toilet," she sniffed, trying to catch her breath. "I'm never going to let you live this one down!"

"Well, it was a special toilet! It was very fascinating!" I declared. I made to sit up but Granger pushed my shoulder down again. "Ahh," I bleated.

"Malfoy, you're demented," she said. "You could have made up some excuse and left—"

"I was hungry, Granger," I declared. I tried to sit up and she shoved me again. "Ouch. You have no idea what it's been like!"

She narrowed her eyes, looking evil again. "Are you kidding me? You expect me to believe your mother is neglecting you? And that you've actually being starved? Please. You're such a liar. You made all that up! You're rich! Your mother would never starve you! You made that all up to get free food and act like a berk-"

"No I didn't! Really!" I said. "But it's not Mother's fault, exactly. She couldn't help it. And I'm sorry but the food she did put out was of an awful sort. I won't stand to eat pumpkin tarts. They make me ill. Bad experience once, I'm afraid. And I don't care for roast chicken much. I'd much rather have a bloody steak."

"So you are a liar!" she said in that shrill tone again. "You just didn't like what food was laid out!"

"No, I was going hungry! I hadn't eaten a proper meal for days. I've been stressed and tired! My mother is too depressed about Father to notice! You can say it's all my fault but I'm not lying about that part! And your parents offered to feed me and I figured, why not? Why not let the Muggles wait on me hand and foot? And it was certainly funny to see you have to fill my tea cup and act as thought you weren't about to go berserk. Next time I'd rather you wore less, though. I'd love to see you serve me wearing nothing but those lacy blue pants—"

"Ugh, you're just disgusting and sexist and lazy and completely confused about your true intentions—"

"My true intentions?Beyond getting a fast shag and tricking two pleasantly ignorant Muggles into catering to my every whim? I wish my father could hear about how ridiculous they were—"

"Yes, I'm certain your father would really enjoy it when you recounted how you masqueraded as a Mudblood's boyfriend and were genuinely fascinated by a Muggle toilet," she said with a prim smile.

I sat up and finally she forgot to push me back down. "Boyfriend? BOYFRIEND? I did nothing of the sort!"

"Trading stories with my parents about your favorite Hermione moments?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. "Poking and prodding me at the table? Malfoy, you know what that looked like to them. And honestly, I didn't know you'd noticed so much about my habits—"

"I did all that for fun," I snapped. "I don't notice you. I told you as much last night! I hate you! The only reason I'm hanging around you is to get shagged!"

She raised her eyebrows. "Good," she said solidly. "I was a bit worried you'd momentarily gone insane and I'd have to let you off easily."

"What in Helga Hufflepuff's tit does that even mean, Granger?" I said, frowning deeply.

"If you were starting to fancy me, I'd have to stop this," she said factually and my face burned. "It just so happens that you are somewhat good in bed—"

"Fancy you?" I snarled. "No way—"

"Good," she said again briskly and crossed her arms.

I glared, feeling that heart-pounding, shoulder-shaking feeling again. I was feeling a bit sick, likely because I hardly ever ate sugar. Maybe I was going to throw up. I hoped I was. That would teach her. How dare she assume I fancied her! Hadn't I told her a million times that I did not fancy anyone? Thank Salazar she didn't seem to like me either. This was easily the most simplistic relationship of my life. I'd possibly give her another shag or two, get a few more excellent blow jobs out of her, and move on to the next girl. Granger meant absolutely nothing to me. And I didn't care what she thought of me! Not one bit!

"And I think I'm better than somewhat good," I went on, forcing a smirk. "At least, last night you seemed to think I was fairly talented—your moans and squeals said as much!"

"Oh, you were more than fairly talented," Granger said and finally, finally her face slightly altered into an expression that did not read like she was going to use my face as a target for Unforgivable Curses. "In fact that was the best we've had, wasn't it?"

"It was—" I paused as she gave me a look-over, and finally I shrugged. "It was pretty good." There was no way in hell I was going to tell her how it had been the most amazing sex I'd ever had. If I did, she might make me continue to have sex quietly without insulting her. I didn't think I could handle that ever again in all my life.

Granger flung her hair back and nodded. "And this is why I want to continue shagging you, without complications. We decided that we wouldn't inconvenience each other. We decided it would be when we wanted it, and when we had time—"

"Actually, Granger, you decided," I said instantly.

"And you agreed," she replied, giving me a look I didn't really care for that seemed to say You-Are-Really-An-Idiot-Aren't-You. "Look, I know you might think rules are unnecessary but in a relationship like this—"

"It's not a relationship!" I argued in a whine.

"Malfoy! That voice!" she shuddered. "It may not be a relationship in the way you're used to but you need to understand the true meaning of the word! It's a relationship of sorts—we're two people engaging in sexual activity and without rules, there will be misunderstandings, there might be uncomfortable situations—"

I sneered widely. "And you can't deal with anything like that, can you? Always have to have control, don't you? Which is why you're so hell-bent on telling me off for meeting the Muggles. You know, they were delighted with me—from what they said, you don't tell them anything about your life. They said you don't have anyone over—"

"Because like I said, I keep all aspects of my life separate!" Granger said strongly, and her voice raised again. "You seem to do everything you please without a second thought, but I'm telling you I didn't want you to meet them! I didn't want you to see—well, I didn't want you to see so much—"

"What's the bloody problem? You've seen my parents!"

"And I suppose if I showed up at your house—"

-"It's a manor, not a house," I cut in.

Granger sighed loudly. "Alright, at your manor! If I showed up at your manor, I bet you'd be none too happy! I'm sure you wouldn't like me to waltz up to Narcissa Malfoy and introduce myself as your Muggle-born friend!"

I shrugged. "It's not like you could get to my manor so easily. We have about ten protective charms surrounding the front gate and you have to breach the boundary by way of either highly skilled magic or the—"

"OH MY GOD!" Granger shouted and shoved my chest. "You're not stupid, Malfoy! You know what I'm saying!"

I smiled innocently. "Maybe?"

"MY POINT," she huffed, "is you wouldn't want me to run up to your mum the next time I see you at King's Cross and introduce myself! You also wouldn't want me to make it seem like I knew you at school—"

"You're the one with the foul friends who want me dead! At least some of my friends know I shagged you and they're being mature enough about it—"

" 'Mature' is the wrong word, Malfoy," she retorted. "I just think Pansy Parkinson likes to have a laugh at your expense. Bulstrode is unbiased because she likes shagging Pavarti and Pavarti made her promise to cut back on the Mudblood hatred. And I'm not entirely certain Crabbe and Goyle even know my name or that I exist for that matter—"

"That is a good point," I replied slowly, stroking my chin. "Still, your friends would be the only problem if you hung around me at school… Not not that I want you around me at school. Or ever—"

She snickered. "Whatever, Malfoy. At least my friends are protective of me and they actually care about what I do, unlike your friends who obviously are only interested in shallow pastimes—"

"So what if my friends are shallow?" I burst out. "So what if we like to prank each other and abuse each other? At least they let me fuck who I want—Potter and Weasley wouldn't even believe me if I told them I'd shagged you!"

"Which is why I'm keeping you a secret, Malfoy. It is only logical, don't you think," Granger said coolly in a way that suggested she didn't really care what I thought. To emphasize that point, she went on quickly before I could even draw a breath. "Like I said, I believe in keeping my life very separate and organized. I think you agree it's best." Again, she went on before checking in if I really did agree. This was getting agonizing. "So I'd very much like it if you didn't attempt to push yourself into any other parts of my life. My parents would absolutely abhor you if they knew the truth. I only want to introduce them to someone I'm serious about. They don't need to know about my dealings otherwise. If I wanted that kind of personal sexual relationship, I'd find myself a steady boyfriend and that boyfriend would obviously not be you."

"Obviously," I shot back at her, finally able to get a word in edgewise. Honestly, and she thought I talked a lot! At least I wasn't a nagging, detail-oriented chatterbox.

"Now that we've settled this matter for what I hope will be the last time, I think you owe me an apology."

I immediately burst into loud laughter. I continued to laugh until my sides hurt. Granger cleared her throat and when I looked at her expression, it was terrifyingly serious. "Honestly, Granger! What now!?" I exclaimed.

"Apologize, Malfoy. I think I deserve it—"

"I don't apologize," I told her with a smirk. "And that is that. Not to you, not to anyone. Don't take it personally but it's just not in my nature to say I am sorry, especially for doing something that I still can't believe you don't find as hilarious as I do. Now, come on. I really, really want you to suck me off. Please."

She glowered at me. "You've got to be kidding."

"What? I said, please. See, I have manners! I just don't think I ought to apologize—"

"But you do understand why I'd be angry at you for meeting my parents against my wishes?"

"Yes, I suppose so. You want to live a life of secrecy. So what? I get it. It's not like I'll be back here again. And if I see them at King's Cross I'll just pretend I've never met them before. Then you can enlighten them on what a rude, lazy, idiotic prat I am. Or whatever slew of insults you'll be using toward me on that particular day," I said with a shrug. "But Granger, we're wasting precious alone time. I don't have to be anywhere. You clearly have no social life. So…" I batted my eyelashes and made an endearing face. "Blow job? Now?"

Granger looked dubious for a moment. Finally, she placed her hand on my trouser-front, massaging me once with a slow swipe. She shook her head and smiled. "I can't resist. Go hard for me," she whispered.

That was certainly easy. I stretched out on the rug, putting my legs on either side of her. "You know, Granger, when we first shagged I was fairly surprised at how willing you were. But I never thought you'd be this quick to get on me. All your brainy, feminist, domineering ideas go out the window the second you see my cock," I grinned.

"You're so right," she said softly and popped open my trousers. "The truth is… Seeing you act like such a prat actually really turned me on."

"Really, Granger? Tell me more," I said toothily. I reached for a pillow from the couch to prop myself up and then turned back to look at her. "Wait. What's that look for?" I asked, as Granger was wearing a very wily smile.

"Oh nothing, Malfoy," she said in an odd voice. "It's just… you're so attractive and you look so comfortable. So completely relaxed." She ran her hand teasingly across my thighs and lightly grazed my midriff with her nails. I sucked in air and groaned at her touch. She dragged her hand across my stomach and then traced back down my other leg. "So ready for me to suck you off," she said in a quiet voice that nearly made me come right then.

"Stop stating the obvious and just do it. Don't be a little tease. Blow me." I grabbed a fistful of her hair and lightly shoved her head toward my crotch.

She kept smiling that strange smile and bent over my waist, her eyes twinkling darkly. She slowly pulled my briefs down and ran her tongue very lightly over the tip of my member. I wriggled above her, wanting her with every fiber of my being. "Come on, Granger! Do it!" I ordered, but this time there was a hint of crazed desire in my voice. "Suck me off!"

She stared me right in the eyes as she massaged my rapidly hardening shaft. I groaned, shutting my eyes and ready to be taken off to a land of pleasure. I felt her gently rubbing the top part of my knob and I hummed out a sound of thrill.

"You know, Malfoy?" Granger said softly.

"Hmm?" I muttered, my eyes fluttering open.

"Actually, I really don't think you deserve this," Granger said in a brassy tone. She snapped her head up all of a sudden and got to her feet. "I'm insulted you didn't leave when I asked you to and I think the way you lied to my parents and tried to humiliate me is horrible. You couldn't even apologize. You won't even admit you're a berk! So what if we had good sex last night? I think you're hideous and if you want to get off with me again that you should have to work for it!"

My jaw hung slack as I stared up at her. I instantly protected my snake. If she was morphing into Pansy I was an easy target. "Are you going to beat my face in?" I questioned. "I would be forced to defend myself—"

Granger snorted. "Nothing like that. You'd probably like that too much—"

"Are you going to wait 'til we're back at school and curse me when my back is turned?" I questioned slowly, still trying to feel out her rage.

"No. That isn't my style," she retorted. "Though that's something you'd do, isn't it? Ferret." She smiled forebodingly.

"Don't call me that, Granger!" I protested, a cross expression forming on my face.

"Oh, I know you don't like being called a ferret. Still haven't quite gotten over that, have you? I could tell that wasn't your favorite part of breakfast today. It seemed to be one of the only things I said that put you in your place," Granger went on, still smiling in a mischievous fashion. "Malfoy, the white little ferret—you know, we still have a good laugh about that day. Ron and Harry are always bringing up how stupid you looked afterward. I think it was the one time I've seen you completely out of your element. Sometimes I tell them it's rude to laugh about it. Other times, I join right in."

I struggled to sit up, narrowing my eyes at her. This was no longer funny. She was being completely unfair, using a humiliating bit of my past to try and get a rise out of me. It wasn't nice! She shook her head and stepped on my chest, forcing me back down. "What the hell, Granger!?"

"You're not going anywhere, ferret," she chided me. "I want you to lie down. After all, I thought you could do little else. So, just lie back and be quiet. Be a good little ferret." She giggled suddenly as though she were having the best time of her entire life. Suddenly, she stripped out of her jeans and shed her royal blue pants. I stared up at her naked privates from my place at the floor with only a fragment of an idea where this was going. She stood over my face and then brought herself down on top of me.

"What—the—bollucks—" I managed to get out, but if you can believe it, she shushed me. She shushed Draco Malfoy!

"It's you who's going to be sucking today, Malfoy. I want you to be a willing ferret and I want you to quit ordering me around like I'm your bloody property," she said in a strong, clear voice before she dropped herself on top of my jaw. I was trapped. However, I just didn't really mind. On the flip side, it was actually extremely hot to be under Granger's rule. I raised my head up and began to compliantly eat her out, my ears and cheeks burning at her humiliating words. Granger had complete control over me and I was heavily turned on despite how annoyed the ferret references would have made me otherwise.

"You are my property," I said testily, ducking down and leaning against the pillow. "You're less than me—you're below me—"

She grabbed my hands and pushed them on the floor. "It seems like you're the one that's below me, you bouncy little ferret! Keep sucking, ferret! My clit. Lick my clit."

I moaned and sucked her off, straining my neck as she held me tight.

"Faster!" she commanded, and moaned in a high tone that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, oh, yes…Faster, ferret, faster!"

I switched my tongue back and forth against her, marveling at how it made her squeal and buck her hips against my chin. "Seems like you like it, Granger," I said throatily.

"You certainly talk a lot for a ferret," she laughed, grinding down on my face. "Now, I want you to apologize for what an utter arse you were today!"

I moaned into her privates, still eating her out.

"Apologize, ferret!"

"I'm sorry," I warbled unremorsefully into her twat, my nose bumping against her as I went. "Sorry you're such a nutter about your life and your parents, that is—"

"Ferret!" she said sharply and grabbed me by the bangs, tugging me hard. "Apologize!"

I whined out a long moan. "Godric, Granger—"

"Does it hurt?" she asked worriedly, suddenly letting me go.

"No, no, it feels fucking fantastic, it feels amazing—"

"Good," she said instantly, and gripped my bangs again. I gritted my teeth. "Apologize, ferret! Say you're sorry and mean it!"

"I said I'm sorry, okay," I spat out spitefully, grabbing her arse in a hard grip.

"Sorry for what?" she snapped, and dropped my head back on the pillow. She smacked my hands off her arse. "Sorry for what, ferret?" She gripped my hands and shoved them over my head. "Sorry for what?"

I let out a guttural moan. "Sorry for everything," I got out breathily. "Sorry I didn't leave when you asked me to. Sorry I made fun of the Muggles. Sorry I had a laugh at you. Sorry I told them about embarrassing things at school."

"That's a good ferret," she said with a laugh and caressed my hair. "Nice apology. Very humble." She switched her hand behind her and felt my shaft. "Oh my god, Malfoy—you're so hard!"

"I want to shag you," I responded in a sigh. "I want you—"

"Then show me what you've got. I want you to grab me, flip me over and take complete control of me," Granger said, and there was a waver in her bossy voice. "Please, Draco. Please…I want you, too."

Though her instruction sent a spark through my body I simply sneered at her, planning my next move. I had to cook up the perfect response to get her back for all the "ferrets", not to mention making me, Draco Malfoy, apologize…