A/N: It's rated M for a reason. Remember I own nothing but my ideas. Hope everyone who reads this from the East Coast is safe and sound despite the hurricane. Enjoy & review please.

Hermione's mind was on strike, she wouldn't over analyze the situation. Having his lips on hers felt right, so utterly perfect. Everything but how she felt at the moment flew out of her brain. She could now longer hear the sound of the thunder, or feel the rain drops on her skin; every sense was occupied by him. Her former enemy whom she was now hopelessly locked in his embrace made her feel as if she was weightless, as if she would just float away like a feather in the wind. His hands on her waist made her knees go weak, and she soon found all of her weight being supported by the tall muscular devastatingly handsome man she was kissing. His strong arms wrapped around her petite frame. He was carrying her; she didn't care where she was going. She would not open her eyes, for the simple fact that she feared she was once again dreaming. And she resolved in her mind that if she was, she truly never wanted to wake up.

He kept his hands firmly on her, it was as if he thought if he let go, she would run away, he knew he couldn't bare that at this moment. He needed her. It would sound crazy to anyone but him. Draco Malfoy pure blood, death eater, assassin, needed her, Hermione Granger, mud-muggleborn, princess of the golden trio, perfect woman. His body and emotions over ruled his better judgment, which never happened. He could compartmentalize like no other. It was always hide yourself, hide your wants, push them down, hide them deep away. But his need for her had grown; holding onto his thoughts of her helped him with the torture curse. She made him strong, and he needed to be strong. He pulled her body into his, needing more of her, as much as he could get. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, she moaned for him. His hands gripped onto her waist, and he felt her knees give way. He quickly scooped her up into his arms with ease, never breaking their kiss. He knew where he could take her so that they could be together.

He made it inside the castle, outside of the room of requirement. He could make good use of his current predicament. As long as she was around everything was good, time stood still. He felt unworthy and at this moment, she moved her lips from his looking around at the new surroundings.

"Are we?" she asked out of breathe looking into the stormy blue eyes.

"Room of requirement love." He said in a sure whisper as he trailed kisses from her neck to her collar bone.

She took a moment to take in the surroundings, which wasn't easy as all of her attention was being pulled in by him. Everything he did felt so incredibly good. She saw a fireplace, and a huge bed, clad in black silk sheets; she felt a small pang of disappointment that didn't go unnoticed by Draco.

"What's wrong, did you not want to?" He out her on her feet again. "I just got carried-"

She held up a hand to cut him off. She kissed him again gently, easing his mood.

"I thought it would be more…Slytherin." She blushed as he got the biggest smirk she'd ever seen on his face. She sat down on the bed. He stared down at her, sexy smirk in place. "Shut up." She said to his triumphant look.

"As you wish love, been thinking about me at night?" Her face turned crimson as she turned away from him, and saw that he had now made everything and exact replica of his room, elsewhere in the castle. Black silver faceted headboard, emerald sheets, silver lined pillowcases, she felt like it was right now. Not that she would ever let that detail slip.

"Oh you are never gonna hear the end of this from me, I still get to tease you right?" he asked walking over to stand over her on the bed. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I have a sneaking suspicion you may like my good natured sexual comments." He let his tongue reach her earlobe and suck it into her mouth, her breathe hitched as it did so many times I his presence. He moved down nipping at her neck lightly making a trail and lightly dragging his teeth down to her collarbone, where he again began ravishing her with his hot kisses. She moaned.

"Well I guess you wouldn't be sex god Draco Malfoy if you weren't allowed to do something that turns me on." She purred, sending all the blood down to his already rock hard length.

He moved his mouth back up to her ear in a husky whisper, "I turn you on do I? Can I find out how much?" He met her warm chocolate eyes, as she nodded. He quickly brought his lips back to hers as he let his hands wander down. He grazed over her clothed breast, and her breathe quickened in her chest. He smirked his lips against her mouth as he gently bit her bottom lip, another moaned escaped her lips, and she wrapped her hands around his neck pulling him closer. His hair felt baby soft in her hands. She loved what his body did to hers; it was like she was suddenly released from invisible shackles that had been there her whole life. He let his hand run along the bare skin that was exposed just above the waistband of her skirt, feeling her soft skin. He was driving her insane, she moaned out his name. "Dracooo."

His huge length was now pulsating with desire, his hand dropped to her thigh and tantalizingly slow inched its way up. He released her lips from his and her eyes shot open. He ran his lips over hers gently, barley touching. "What do you want love? I'll give you anything." She was breathing so heavily as she needed to feel more of him. "You. Hands. Please." She got out between her heavy panting.

He continued his hands movements until he felt her tense slightly, she was nervous. It was so endearing and hot to him all at once. She was like no other girl he had ever been with. He was going crazy he gently began to rub her though her soaked panties. He paused his lips to whisper in her ear again, something he could tell she liked, "Someone's rather wet for me?" she bucked her hips against his hands. He moved his lips to her neck, she was moaning a lot more now, and he loved every second of it. He hadn't expected their first encounter like this to be so… naughty. He had planned on being quiet, respectful, nothing too far on to scare her. But her reactions had his instincts going in the opposite direction; he just wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself.

She felt his skilled hands touch her like no one had ever touched her before. She was going crazy. He had his nickname for a reason, all her nerves where replaced by pleasure. He slowly moved his hands up to pull her panties down. She tensed again; she didn't know if he would like what he felt, saw. Her nerves were back, what if something wasn't right, what if something bad happens; I'll die if I get embarrassed in front of him. He must have felt her uneasiness. He looked into her nervous eyes. "You're beautiful, every part of you." She closed her eyes and seemed to relax again. She felt safe with him, inexplicably so. Soon he had his finger running along her dripping wet folds.

She was smooth; her soft skin was even softer where he was now touching. He loved that he had gotten her this hot for him. He slowly slid one finger into her dripping heat, she was tight. He felt his hard length get even harder, if that was even possible. She whimpered softly he allowed her to adjust to him, rubbing her most sensitive spot with his thumb causing her to moan softly, music to his ears. He changed his pace from torturously slow come hither motions, too much faster, causing her to buck her hips to his strong hand as she felt her silky smooth walls tighten around him.

He moved his mouth away from hers as her breathing slowed, only to move it down to the top of her barley exposed cleavage. He soon had his hands widely removing her of anything covering the top half of her body; she was left only in her skirt. Her breasts were perfectly round and milky white with tiny pink rose buds. He was staring down at her gorgeous form, she must've felt self-conscious because she was soon blushing and covering herself up with her arms.

He had just given her the most incredible feeling she had ever had, mind blowing. Draco Malfoy was amazing. She felt his eyes staring down at her half naked body. She didn't know why he was staring. She thought something must be wrong as she quickly moved her arms over her exposed breasts. She soon found her arms pinned above her head, in his perfect hands.

"Don't you dare." He said huskily. He moved to unbutton his white button down shirt, carefully to simply leave it open, rather than pull down the sleeves. "There. Now we match." She took in the sight of his exposed muscular chest and sculpted abs. She suddenly though it was a crime his Adonis like features were ever hidden by a shirt. He smiled as he released her hands, and placed a quick kiss on her neck, continuing his trail down until he sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. Her breathe hitched. He then bit her gently. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips up once again. He ground his hardness into her he looked into her eyes, she nodded her head yes. That was all he needed. He quickly undid his pants and slid them off with eagerness. Her eyes caught him, all of him as he slid out of his boxers as well.

Her eyes widened, he was huge. Ten inches she presumed. Oh Merlin. "That'll fit?" Her hot cocoa eyes asked with all the sincerity and vulnerability in the world.

She really is one of kind. He thought as he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers. Their breathing matched each other's perfectly. "Quite perfectly love." She kissed him forcefully; he took this as his signal to get on with it. He ran the head of his length against her slick folds.

"Draco!" She pleaded.

"Sorry love, I just can't help teasing you." With that he eased into her inch by inch, watching her scrunched up face for any sign of too much pain. He was as gentle as his body allowed him to be as he felt the barrier between her and him tear. She whimpered. Being in her felt amazing, better than anything he'd ever felt before. She was so tight and warm, as well as velvety smooth. Her face returned to normal as she adjusted herself to him. She kissed him urging him to continue. "I want you." She whispered.

"You have me." he said as he slowly thrust into her, hitting every spot while he hand worked her most sensitive area in circles. She was digging her nails into his back, it was pleasurable pain.

"Harder." She commanded in a most Draco like tone, and he didn't need to be told twice. He thrust in and out much harder. She was meeting his thrusts now, driving him wild. She was moaning more now than ever before, he knew she was close.

"God Hermione." He groaned out in a tone that she decided was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard. He was driving her absolutely insane. She felt her body shaking beneath his powerful thrusts. She soon found herself falling over the edge as her moans turned to screams and she bit into his slightly exposed shoulder.

The feeling of her clench around his throbbing hard on caused him to lose all control as he felt himself spill into her.

She's perfect. A whisper came from the corner of his mind. You're a monster, cam soon after that original thought.

TBC