At night, the Hogwarts grounds were nearly silent. There were the occasional creaks and calls from the Forbidden Forest and, on some nights, even the centaurs could be heard. Tonight was balmy and cool, fitting for the end of April, the first inkling of spring turning to summer. Tonight fervent moans could be heard coming from the Quidditch pitch.

Draco and Hermione were tangled in each other, under the bleachers of the Quidditch Stadium. Draco was holding Hermione up against a support beam as he pounded into her. He buried his nose into her mane of hair and took in the scent of grass. She moaned as he pushed into her, harder and harder. She had been yearning for this all week. He could feel her beginning to shake and held her closer while he slipped one of his fingers into her asshole. She screamed out in surprise, and came all over him. With her pussy pulsing and the warm gush around him, he finally took his pleasure inside of her, too.

"God, I love your pussy," Draco said as they both came down from the high. He ran a hand over her clit as he pulled himself out of her, making her moan involuntarily, which then made her laugh.

Hermione was covered in sweat, her shirt was ripped and her bra was pulled down haphazardly. Her pants and underwear were scattered, not far away. Her hair was three times it's normal size from the humidity and full of grass but she could not recall a time she was ever this happy.

Giggling, she fell to the ground, pulling Draco down with her. She climbed astride him. He took in all of her, floating above him in the moonlight. Her massive mane of hair, twinkling eyes, perfect breasts, nipples hard. He caressed her legs, feeling his way from her milky white thighs to her ass, round and soft.

"When did you get so sexy?" he asked her, running his hands along her legs. She giggled and it made his heart flutter uncomfortably in his chest.

"When did you turn into such a horndog?" she asked him, pushing his hair from his eyes.

"I've always been this way," he answered, looking into her eyes, loving the way she was moving on top of him. "It's you who's the horny one."

He wasn't wrong. They had fucked three times in the last two hours. Her pussy was still aching, but she couldn't help but want more. The days were growing more and more insidious and neither of them knew when they would see each other again. Sure, they made plans, but tensions on both sides were running high.

"You're right," she teased, "I'm sure this much sex must really be an inconvenience for you. Maybe I need someone new to play with." she trailed off.

Without warning, Draco grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down until her forehead was touching his. He held her there for a breathe before he flipped her underneath him.

"Hey!" She cried out. He covered her mouth with his, drowning out her protests. His lips moved with hers, fervently like they had been apart for years, not mere minutes. Hermione's heart sped up to keep tempo with Draco's. His hands were everywhere at once. In her hair, on her waist, grabbing her ass, squeezing her nipples, pushing her legs apart.

Draco's head disappeared between her thighs, she smelled of summer and sex. The scent made him go hard instantly. He kissed the insides of her thighs as he massaged her. Slowly, he pulled back the soft flesh that covered her sensitive swollen bud. Just one lick made her shudder.

Draco smiled, this was going to be fun. He licked her slowly, favoring her taste, feeling each shiver run through her body. He began to move faster and her shivers started coming quicker, responding to his touch. But just as she was about to come, he stopped. He repeated this, bringing her to the precipice of pleasure and withholding it. Giving her time to calm down, but not enough to let her relax all the way.

She was getting more and more worked up. She wanted to scream in frustration, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure. He would suddenly slip a finger into her wanting hole, but remove it just as quickly. Every time she felt an orgasm coming, Draco tormented her and took it away.

"Don't stop," she couldn't help but whimper, finally, through clenched teeth. "Goddamn it Draco, don't fucking stop."

He smiled to himself again, he was not ready to give in quite yet. He took his finger out from her warm, wet pussy and licked her again. He started slowly again and moved quickly. Her pussy throbbed with longing and he felt her thighs go slick. Again, he dipped a finger into her, pulling out suddenly, and dipping it in again, until he could feel her body tighten. She was almost ready to release, almost ready to come. But he moved away from her at that exact moment.

She screamed in frustration, "Fuck, Draco!"

He laughed at her weakness, "Say you need me."

He had expected her to hesitate, to roll her eyes at him. She didn't. Instead she looked right at him.

"I need you, Draco Malfoy. I fucking need you." Her voice was deep and throaty.

Her smile had vanished. The way she said his name had changed. She did need him. She needed him to cum. She needed him to be happy. She needed him to be herself.

Draco's smile had vanished too. He lifted Hermione's arms above her and pushed himself all the way into her. She cried out in pleasure, scratching his back. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, going deeper, harder, rougher, with each movement. She stifled her moans, not wanting him to take her pleasure away again. But he didn't. He pressed into her, again and again, hitting her G-spot with ever pass. Until, she came, violently, fiercely. Her nails dug into his bare back and her voice rang out clearly through the grounds. He clapped a hand onto her mouth and pounded into her even harder. Feeling her bucking beneath him was what finally pushed him over the edge. He came into her, his orgasm almost as violently as hers. They kissed again, lips smashing and teeth grinding against each other, riding out their respective orgasms.

Then, finally completely sated, he fell next to her. She laid herself across his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and without another word, they fell asleep.

Draco didn't even realize that he had fallen asleep until he woke up. Sun was streaming through the Quidditch hangings, turning everything a weird shade of red. Hermione was still spread across his chest. He lifted his head up to look at her. She looked so peaceful and calm. Who was this quiet innocent girl? He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The movement woke her up.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was Draco, the second was the red light. She bolted upright.

"We stayed out all night?" Panic grabbed her. She stood and looked around fervently, collecting her clothes strewn through the grass.

"Fuck!" Hermione whispered, pulling clothes on as quickly as she could, "Gryffindor has Quidditch practice! Fuck, Draco, what are we going to do? They can't find us here. God, Harry, Ron-"

Her words died out as Draco grabbed her by the hair again and pulled his mouth to meet hers. She pushed him backwards.

"Can you not!" She yelled at him, spitting.

"Relax, Hermione, no one is going to see us. Will pull your shit together?"

She looked at him enraged, but he smirked at her as he pulled on his pants.

"You go out and watch the practice. Potter and Weasley will think you were waiting for them. They don't need to know the real reason." He pulled his shirt on now.

Voices were approaching and Hermione buttoned the last part of her shirt. She was just about to dip out through the hangings when Draco's hand clasped hers and turned her around. His lips met hers and he pinned her against one of the beams.

"Let me go!" Hermione whispered hoarsely, "We can't do this again."

He pulled her closer to him by her waist, "The Hog's Head. Next Hogsmeade weekend."

The voices outside were getting louder. She tried to struggle out of his clutches but he held her tighter.

"You're not going anywhere until you agree," he said.

"Fine!" she said, "I'll meet you at the Hog's Head."

He released her, back into the real world.