Hermione looked at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace, 11:15. She had been sitting in the Gryffindor common room for over an hour now, waiting for the clock to strike midnight so she could make her excuses and make her way down to the prefects bathroom. But it seemed as if the clock was moving slower and slower every time she looked up at it. She looked back down at Advanced Rune Translation but she couldn't shake the image of a certain boy, the gleam of his naked body in the moonlight, the feel of his hands on her. She sighed, in frustration and in longing.

"That's it, I'm done with this essay," Ron said looking up from overdue homework. "Shall I do tonight's patrol, Hermione? You've been doing them all week."

"No," she answered him, a little too quickly. He raised an eyebrow. "I can do tonight too."

He gave her a look and headed up the stairs. She thankful he wasn't insisting on patrolling himself. Harry didn't make a move though. He was still poring over that tattered old copy of Advanced Potion Making and didn't look like he was going to get up any time soon. Hermione let out a huff and looked back at the clock. 11:20.

She couldn't believe she had to wait 40 more minutes until she could be in Draco's arms again. All she could think of was his lips and his tongue and the way they seemed to find the right spot, every time.

"Stop it, Hermione," she thought to herself, "it's just sex. That's it."

Rough, earth-shattering, mind numbing, life-altering, addicting sex. She couldn't stay away from him and it was starting to get to her.

11:23.

Hermione slammed her book shut, causing Harry to look up at her.

"I'm going to take a shower before my patrol," she said, gathering her cloak from the chair and pulling it around her. "I can't concentrate."

"Are you feeling okay, Hermione?" Harry asked, his eyes following her as she strode to the portrait hole.

"I'm fine," she said through clenched teeth, pushing herself out of the portrait hole. She was not fine, nothing was fine. She was skipping out on perfect duties to go have sex with none other than Draco Malfoy. She felt so weak, but how could she not. Every time he fucked her, every time he touched her, every time he looked at her, she fell apart. He knew what she liked and he wasn't afraid to use it.

Out on the grounds, the big clock struck the half hour just as she stopped in front of the prefects bathroom. She had reached it faster than she had anticipated.

"Eagle eye," she whispered to the gargoyle, which sprang aside to let her in.

The bathroom was deserted, unsurprising at this time of night. She started stripping off her clothes and turned one of the elaborate taps, causing hot lavender colored water to fill the pool sized tub. The smell of it soothed her. She dipped into the water, wet her hair and slipped a hand in between her thighs. She needed some release now and she couldn't wait for Draco. It had been a while since she had had to touch herself. Draco had left her tender and sore and she could still feel a ghost of him inside of her as she rubbed herself. Slowly, she felt her muscles relax as tension built in her body. She was about to come when she heard a sound. There was someone behind the wall where the showers were. Blood rushed to Hermione's cheeks as she pulled a towel around herself and walked behind the wall to see who was intruding on her most private moment.

Draco's eyes flew open as soon as he heard her approaching. He was exactly as she had imagined, silver hair and silver muscles and dripping wet. He had been touching himself.

"You're early," they both said at the same time. She felt so weak for being unable to resist him and coming to the bathroom early. But Draco was here early too. He opened his mouth to say something, but she was not interested in anything he had to say. The minute they started talking and stopped fucking, everything would be ruined.

She dropped her towel and turned around, letting Draco savor the curves of her body before she jumped into the hot water. She heard the shower turn off and a splash next to her. His hands found her immediately and pulled her to him. She locked her legs around his waist and pulled his head down to meet hers.

He kissed her slowly at first. His tongue began to part her lips and found its way into her mouth. She let out a gasp. He backed into the wall of the tub and sat on the ledge. He slid his hands up under her thigh and pulled her legs apart so she was straddling him. She broke apart from him and shifted to sit more comfortably in his lap. In the process, her breasts grazed his face and his dick started to throb. She must have felt it because she thrust her chest into his face and grabbed hold of his dick at the same time.

The taste of lavender was actually quite pleasant to Draco, as he captured one of her breasts in his mouth. He pulled her hair with one hand, pulling her hair back and exposing her neck. Hermione moaned and he stiffened more in her hand. Her fingers were working some kind of magic on him, pushing and pulling and running her thumb over the most sensitive spots. He was getting harder and harder.

He flipped around and pushed Hermione out of the pool.

"Hey!" She protested, but he put an a across her thighs and flicked a tongue across her clit. She immediately quieted. He smiled to himself, he could silence Hermione Granger. Her pussy hair was dripping and she smelled of sex and lavender. It was a smell he didn't think he could ever get out of his head. He pulled her lips aside with his fingers and licked her again, from top to bottom. She moaned again and he smirked.

"Relax," he told her, pulling her closer to the edge of the pool, closer to his mouth. He threw her legs over his head and went to work. Not only did she smell amazing, she tasted delicious. He felt her moans reverberating through her whole body as he flicked his tongue in a circle around her. He inserted a finger into her slowly, and pulled it out even slower. She was velvet to his touch.

Her head fell back onto the floor and he knew she was loving every moment of this. He was too. She was taking up all of his thoughts during the day. Every time he entered the room of requirement to fulfill his mission, all he could think of was the feel of her hot pussy around him, the taste of her mouth, the way she sounded when she came.

It was the sound coming from Hermione now, she was getting closer and closer to the edge. Slowly he slid a finger into her again and pulled it out. Her hips pressed into his face. She was nearly there. He dipped his index finger into her pussy again and started stroking her spot. She moaned and he slipped his middle finger into her asshole. Hermione shuddered, her body clenched and let go. God she was so wet, but he could tell she had come just yet. He had to have her, now.

Draco pulled himself out of the pool and climbed astride her. He replaced his finger with his thick cock and Hermione let out a strangled gasp. She lifted her legs on his shoulders letting him get in deeper. The look in her eyes was lustful and longing, like she couldn't get enough of him. He realized with a shock, that this was the first time he had ever looked down on her face while he fucked her. Something about it made him kiss her, wrap his hands around hers and intertwine his fingers with hers as he pushed into her.

Hermione moaned through his kisses as Draco slid himself in and out of her. Something about tonight was different but Draco couldn't pinpoint what it was. With a surge of strength he bore into Hermione, feeling her tighten around him. He kissed her neck and she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Come for me," he demanded and Hermione did what she had been wanting to do all day. Her eyes closed in bliss and she let go, let her body take over. He could feel her contracting and releasing around him but he was mesmerized by her face.

She was gushing around him and he didn't want to stop but he was getting close too. He started pumping harder, faster, deeper. Her moans began to mount again until finally she came again. This time she moaned his name. That was it, he poured himself into her, blinded with lust.

He collapsed on next to her and they panted together for a few moments until she slid into the water again. Draco sat up to watch. She let the water go over her head, wetting her hair so it stuck to her neck. The thought of her had made him so horny he had to come down to the prefects bathroom an hour early and take cold shower. He seemed to be having the same effect on her too, she had come down early as well.

He slipped into the water and found Hermione. He pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her ass was rubbing up against him, she put her hands on his and intertwined her fingers into them. He kissed her neck, making her arch back.

"Touch me, Draco," she said softly. She lifted both of his hands onto her breasts and lifted her lips to his. He ran her hard nipples through his fingers and his tongue found hers.

"Fuck me." It was barely a whisper. One of Draco's hands slipped under the water and between her thighs. She sighed as his fingers parted her lips and entered her.

"Like this?" He asked her, pumping his middle and ring fingers in and out of her. The heat from the tub had loosened her up and she moaned again as he bit her neck.

"I want you again," she said. Turning around, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back until he sat down on the ledge lining the tub. She lifted herself up and down onto him. Now it was his turn to moan as she moved faster and faster. His hands grabbed her ass to push himself deeper into her. Hermione moaned and threw her arms around his neck and heaved her breasts into his face. He smirked against her as his hands trailed over her ass under the water.

"I'm going to come," she breathed trying to fight the orgasm coming on. "I want you to come with me, Draco."

He couldn't hold on any longer. As soon as she said his name, he buried himself inside of her and let go. He could hear her soft wet moan and feel her tighten around him. She fell against his shoulder and they both caught their breathe. Finally Hermione pulled herself up. She walked over to the towel rack and grabbed one. Draco was watching her.

"Tomorrow at 11?" He asked as she began drying her hair.

She looked up at him and smiled, "By the lake."

She turned and whipped the towel around her, but he could still see his cum spilling down her thighs.