A/n: Another chapter. Thanks to my beta lozipozivanillabean!

Waking up was like coming out of a dream. She felt light at first, her eyes dancing open as the morning sun peeked through a window that she hadn't noticed the previous night. Shock hit her as she realised this was reality, and bolted up in bed as she looked around.

The room was crappy, nothing like elite Pureblood money could buy, and it took several moments to realise what had happened before she fell asleep last night. Right, she ended up fucking Nott by the door, bent over so he could take her as hard as he pleased. She felt a bit dazed realising she'd done something so brazen and unusual for her, wondering when the last time was that she'd had a random hook-up, and- with a Slytherin no less.

She could answer that with one word: never. It felt like last night she'd been someone different, someone who liked being used and fucked and admired by that man, and so many others like him. It was a complete one-eighty from her normal day to day life, but she couldn't help admitting that she'd loved what they did- twice. Waking up in the middle of the night only to be taken again was surprisingly enjoyable. The logical side of her mind wondered why she was so okay with it, but decided to not try and make sense of things. She might end up giving herself a headache.

Theo was not in the room. She looked around, able to see into the bathroom and noticed that no one was in there. Thrown, she looked over at his side of the bed and spotted a note, and picked it up with delicate fingers. The inscription made her blood boil.

It was fun Princess. We'll do it again sometime.

Disgusted, she tossed the note aside. So he didn't even have the decency to see her in the morning? Was he that much of a pig, or was she just that awful? Judging from her performance last night, she'd like to think she was pretty good. It was certainly the most daring sexual experience she'd ever had. Getting up she was glad to see that her head didn't hurt too badly and quickly got dressed. She wanted out of the establishment, now.

Why she decided to go inside a place that seemed so obviously dangerous was beyond her, but she wished more than anything that she'd stayed away. Although it was fun and it cleared her mind, she felt used by the bastard now, and that was not something she really wanted.

Wandering out, she realised the place was fairly empty. No hysterical laughter, half naked people or stumbling fools to be found. She quickly made her way down the hallway, ignoring the discarded garments and broken bottles as she went. She just wanted out.

Outside the air was refreshing, and she took a moment to cleanse her soul in a space that didn't smell of cum, alcohol and sweat. It felt nice to breathe outside.

"I see you survived an experience with Nott," came a voice, startling her out of her thoughts. She looked over, immediately tightening up as she recognised who it was.

"You're still here?"

The blonde shrugged, hitting the cigarette in his hand. "I needed a smoke. The woman I partnered with wasn't all that great."

"I didn't need to know that Malfoy."

"Well, it's not as if you didn't do the same thing," he retorted, rolling his eyes. "You engaged in the same act with Nott that I did with Veronica. However, she wasn't nearly as loud as you. I'm guessing Nott didn't slow down long enough to put up a silencing charm?"

Her cheeks coloured and she tightened her jacket, hugging it to her body. "No," she replied stiffly, looking away as the blonde laughed again.

"Well, you can walk at least. He's not usually that gentle."

"Gentle? You must not hear what he actually does!"

"Granger, Nott beds plenty of women all the time, here as well as other places. He's a womanizer at best. I've heard plenty about his performance, both good and bad. It just seems like he took it easy on you. He probably thought you couldn't handle him."

She balled up her hands and dared to look back at him again. "I could handle him just fine Malfoy! You don't know anything if you couldn't even get this Veronica person to scream your name."

He shrugged, hitting the cigarette again. The smoke came out in a purple colour, something she neglected to notice before. "It's not my fault if someone isn't tight, or if they refuse to change positions. She was stubborn and boring. One of the worst fucks I've had in a while."

I don't believe I'm standing here having this conversation. "Well, it was… something," she continued, beginning to wander past him. "See you around!"

He caught her arm as she passed and hesitantly she looked back at him. "Oh, Granger? Here, have one. They're good for relaxing you."

He held the box of cigarettes out to her, with which she simply wrinkled her nose and turned away from. "I don't smoke."

"I know Granger, that would be too daring for you. But these aren't actually cigarettes. They calm your nerves."

"Isn't that what all cigarette smokers say about cigarettes?"

"No, they really aren't. There's no nicotine in them, it's just a relaxer. That's why the smoke is purple instead of white. Try one."

"I would never-"

He took the opportunity to shove the cigarette into her mouth while she was talking and against her will Hermione inhaled and sputtered, coughing when he pulled the stick away. But try as she may, she couldn't help feeling much more relaxed now, despite the coughing. She looked at him curiously.

"Don't you feel more relaxed now?"

"What was that Malfoy?" she asked, eyeing the stick suspiciously. He just laughed.

"I told you Granger, it's a relaxer. Literally, that's what they're called. They aren't bad for you because the smoke doesn't move past your mouth, and it's more like the muggle version called hookah than anything. They're shaped like cigarettes, but they aren't."

"Interesting," she replied, still surprised that the stick had this effect on her. Despite feeling calm, she really wanted to get away from Malfoy. He wasn't her favoruite character after all. "But, I do need to be on my way."

"Planning to return for another round?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. Her cheeks turned scarlet despite how calm she was, and she fought to keep her composure in check.

"No, I don't think so. I'd rather not associate myself with such a shady establishment again."

"Suit yourself," he said as she walked away. As she did, he couldn't help glancing up and down her body. She was pretty to look at, but so what? He was still having a hard time figuring out what Nott saw in her last night that caused him to bang the girl.

That was a lie, and he knew it. If Granger wasn't already being corrupted by Theo, he would've done so himself. Something about having Gryffindor's former princess sitting on your lap was incredibly enticing, especially the way she did it last night.

That, and the noise she could make. Her moans had him jerking off last night, the paper thin walls absolutely useless to block off sound when a spell wasn't applied. The girl he fucked didn't seem to match up to her at all. Draco thought he actually got the bad end of the deal, and it could've paid off to be a little nicer to her.

But he had a plan, one he didn't think she could resist. The woman seemed easily temped by dark magic and foreign ground, and though he knew she would never switch sides in any aspect, she seemed to like toying with a rougher side of sex, if Nott's evaluation on her performance was anything like the real thing. And Draco was going to get a taste of her.

Adjusting back into life after her sex adventure was surprisingly hard, even if Hermione didn't want to admit it. Something about her random, enticing experience the day before caused her to veer off track at work, and often times while she was out with friends they discovered that she wasn't even listening. Hermione couldn't help it though, she was thinking about what an exciting adventure she'd had.

The problem was, she wasn't think specifically of Theo anymore. If she thought back to that amazing night, she couldn't help but admit that it was inhumanly fun, even if it boarded on indecency and whore-ness. It was fun, and that's all she really cared to acknowledge.

But Theo was no longer her lover. The night before she woke up dripping from her dream, searching for a certain toy she hadn't used since she was seventeen. Pleasuring herself at that early hour, she was almost ashamed to admit who she thought about the entire time. Platinum hair and long, delicate fingers did not match the physique of the man who took her twice at the club. Theo didn't even seem to fit into her fantasy anymore, oddly enough. It was like he was merely a stepping stone into bigger and better things. For a bit she wondered if she was completely delusional.

Imagining Draco Malfoy as her lover was way too far-fetched. Seriously, she wanted to know if that cigarette looking thing he gave her was laced or something. The thought of the toned blonde with his long, thick member shouldn't be the reason she was wet. Hermione wasn't quite sure who she wanted to have as the main character in her fantasies, but it couldn't be him.

Running into the man a few days later didn't help matters much. She was out with Ginny and Luna trying to hold a conversation with them, but it was getting nowhere fast. They kept talking about the joys of married life and how happy they were with their husbands, and Hermione knew they were hinting at something. She ended up making an excuse to leave early and got out of the restaurant quickly, food in hand. She would rather just eat at home.

And then she spotted him, her kryptonite walking up to her in fitted trousers and a figure hugging shirt, his mate walking beside him looking just as attractive. She cursed, wondering why the world was working against her. She could not run into Draco and Blaise that day, and she quickly tried to duck out of site into a nearby alley, hoping they would pass by. It didn't really work though, as they had already seen her.

"Granger, you're looking well," Blaise said as they entered into the alley she'd just disappeared into, preparing to apparate when she heard his voice. She could've left right then, but something held her there; she wanted to see what would happen.

Turning around she raised an eyebrow at the duo, watching Malfoy's eyes roam over her body again. "Fine, and yourself?"

"Peachy." She noted that Malfoy had moved to lean against the wall, hands shoved into his pockets. Despite how very much she hated him, she couldn't help thinking back to her night of adventure, the one that took place in a building only a few blocks away. And the blonde's presence was doing strange things to her.

He pulled from his pocket a cigarette looking item and lit it up. Again, she saw purple smoke instead of white and realised it was another one of those relaxers. He extended his arm towards her, offering one, and she quickly denied him. Hermione didn't want to end up doing stupid things while in the presence of these two.

"Suit yourself," he replied, mimicking the last thing he said to her. "And what are you doing in an alleyway Granger?"

"Avoiding you," she chirped, and he merely chuckled.

"You're doing a rather poor job."

"I was about to apparate," she bristled, glaring in the blonde's direction, who raised an eyebrow.

"Then why didn't you?"

For a moment she had nothing to say, unwilling to admit that she was drawn into staying once he'd appeared. "I was distracted, thank you very much."

"I didn't realise my presence had such an effect on you," he joked, stepping closer to her. "Would you perhaps like something to eat?"

She wanted to point out that she just ate with her friends, but bit her lip instead and considered his offer. Those stunning, seducing grey eyes of his called out to her, and they had the same dark sheen to them that they did the night that nameless girl gave him head. Only now, the look appeared to be directed her way.

How could she pass up the possible opportunity to cleanse her inexcusable desire for Malfoy? If they fucked once then she was certain that it would all be out of her system and she could resume leading a normal life and sleeping with regular guys, not the intriguing bodies of former classmates in an overcrowded club. She could go back to being safe, secure and not doing dangerous and irrational things. Arching an eyebrow, she smirked at him.

"Of course I would Malfoy. What do you have in mind?"

Lunch didn't last long. They both ordered lightly and tried to have a normal conversation, despite the fact that people were sending them confused, bewildered looks. They were not the everyday couple, but at least Malfoy was able to pick a down-scale place where they drew less attention.

Malfoy however, did not give her long to focus on her croissant. The sole of his shoe started rubbing her leg and before long she found them playing footsy. It was an interesting game for them, and she kept watching his dark grey eyes as they played together. Being alone with him was intoxicating.

Come to think of it, she wasn't sure where Blaise went. He must've disappeared while they were talking. And from the look of things, she couldn't help thinking that this might be a plan. He looked aroused from the start, and she wouldn't be surprised to find out that it was true.

Why did that turn her on too?

At one point she got daring and sat back in her seat, tea in hand, and let her foot drift higher and higher up his leg. She watched the cool composure Malfoy had slowly sliding away, his teeth gradually moving to bite his lip as she brushed his much more delicate regions. She had become quite flexible over the years.

So she was right from the get-go, he wanted her. And she was all too willing to comply.

He bent forward a minute or two later, eyes clouded with lust. It was apparent that they both wanted the same thing. "Come back to my place Granger."

It felt like a dangerous thing to go back with him to his home, but her arousal told her it was probably safe. He hadn't tried to kill her, and she doubted he would. Besides, she knew wordless magic, so at the very least she could defend herself if things took a turn for the worst.

She doubted they would. He threw some money down on the table and offered her his hand, walking them to the floo at the back of the establishment. Pulling her inside with him, he smirked.

"You'll have to go with me. It's warded."

"I expected as much."

He pulled her closer, feeling her body against his. "Good."

Passion comes in an array of different forms, and Hermione found that the passion vault in her heart was overflowing as Draco's hands worked wonders on her body. He wasn't as rough nor as quick as Theo was, and she was appreciating every second of it. This gave her more time to linger in his presence, against his lips, moaning from his touch.

But that didn't mean Malfoy was a patient man. She found herself on her knees soon enough, replicating the position she saw him in back at the club, a redhead capturing all of his attention. Now, she was the one he couldn't stop looking at as she took him deep inside her mouth. His hand fisted into her hair as he rocked his hips in time with her bobbing head. His moans filled her ears, and she could feel her body getting more and more prepared for him.

Merlin, she wanted him. And this time she didn't need any sort of intoxication to readily follow him to bed. It was all about lust desire, and open choices. She wondered if Theo would've been as arousing if the alcohol wasn't toying with her head. Oh well, it didn't matter now.

Although they started at his bed, she quickly found herself bent over the mattress instead of lying upon it. He took her from behind, rough thrusts causing her to cry out as he made his mark on her. But this time, she found that he was much more into the game than Theo was. One of his hands worked on the sensitive bundle of nerves above her opening, making sure that she found more than one release before he finished. And when he did, he flipped her around on her back, fucking her into the mattress for a second go without missing a beat.

Before the end, she found herself riding him. It was incredibly sexy to have the man beneath her, gripping her hips as she slid up and down his cock. When he came a second time, it was down her throat. Only then did she finally get to fall into the sheets, exhausted from their adventure.

They didn't speak for many minutes at first, both lost in the tingly sensations of the aftermath as well as the desperate need to catch their breath. When Hermione was finally able to lift her head and look back at the blonde, he was smirking like usual.

"Must you always look like that?"

"Yes," he said cheekily, removing his boxers, the sole piece of clothing left between the two of them. Flicking his wrist he brought a sheet up, draping it over the both of them. "You should sleep."

"You should sleep! You're the one that pounded me for most of it."

He winked, getting comfortable on the bed. "I didn't say I wasn't going to sleep Granger. Just rest."

She couldn't really argue with him, considering how incredibly tired she felt. Getting comfortable on the lavish bed was no problem, and as she began drifting to sleep, she tried to catch a glimpse of her surroundings. The room was finally decorated, large and expansive. She wondered if they were at the Manor, but was too tired to ask.

Hermione failed to notice the silver eyes watching her as she drifted off to sleep.

Draco stood in the bathroom alone the following morning, hands gripping the sink. What the hell did he think he was doing?

Pleasuring himself with Granger was one thing. Causing her to orgasm was an accomplishment. But making sure she was completely and utterly satisfied was something else entirely. He might be an excellent bed-mate, but he never spent so much time on the person who followed him home for a night of adventures. Why he spent so much time on her last night escaped him, especially since he was the one bitching about her coming into the club in the first place.

But Merlin, he couldn't get her off his mind. He almost woke her up last night to have another go but withdrew and instead took an extremely early morning shower, leaving the woman to her sleep. He recalled Granger's moans capturing his attention at the pub early into the morning when Theo obviously woke her up for another go, and did not want to be anything like the man. He didn't want there to be any comparisons.

Why that mattered to him so much was a mystery as well, but he didn't dare think too much about it. That might cause some serious complications. Besides, it was Granger, and he shouldn't have any lasting feelings about their adventures.

Oh, but he did. He was drawn to her body that morning when he woke up again, only to begrudgingly leave the bed and end up in the bathroom once more. She was doing dangerous things to his mind, causing him to question what the hell was the matter with him. He now wore some pajama trousers, having decided to look semi-decent when she awoke. Hopefully that would keep the former bookworm from turning pink and shy when she got up. He could so see it happening.

"You're up early." He snapped his head around to look at the very woman who had been haunting his thoughts, brown hair in utter disarray as she stood in the doorway. She had a content, pleased look on her face and he couldn't help feeling smitten that he was the reason it was there. The sheet from his bed was clustered around her, pretending to hide her modesty. Granger was silly sometimes. It wasn't like he didn't see all of her last night.

"Trying to hide yourself?" he asked nodding towards the sheet. She shrugged, nodding to his trousers in return.

"I saw from the bed that you'd decided to cover up, and I wasn't in the mood to get back into my clothing before I'd had a shower."

He rolled his eyes. "So picky I see." He reached out, pulling gently on the fabric. "I think it's quite unnecessary."

"It is necessary Malfoy. Our night is over, so we're not technically sleeping together now. If you're going to make this difficult I'll just gather my things and return to my home to shower."

He chuckled at that, snapping his fingers. The sheet disappeared and she was left completely nude, glaring in his direction as her face turned scarlet.

"Bastard."

He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against him. She could feel his arousal present through the thin pants. "Oh, I know darling," He muttered, pulling gently on her hair. She allowed her head to tip back, inviting him to bend forward and capture his mouth in hers. Hermione melted into the kiss despite herself, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

"How about I help you out with that shower?" he muttered, pulling back briefly to bite her lip. She moaned and he grinned, releasing her again. "I'll make sure you get clean."

She cocked an eyebrow at that, knowing that there would be strings attached to his little offer. But, she was all too willing to take him up on it. She was falling quite fast for the fantastic sex Draco Malfoy could offer her, and if he wanted to keep playing she was happy to oblige.

It was just sex, after all. No strings attached.

Smiling playfully she ghosted a hand over the bulge in his pants, causing his head to fall back. Grinning she skipped to the shower, turning it on to find the perfect temperature.

"Coming?" she asked, glancing down as she spoke. He smirked at that, removing his clothing with a quick pull. She was in the shower by the time he joined her, and he leant forward, cupping her wet breasts from behind.

This was going to be fun.

"Don't you find it a bit… lower-class?" Hermione asked, testing him. They were sitting in his dining room later, eating a breakfast that he insisted she stay for. When she shot down the idea of having house elves do any of the work, he ended up cooking eggs for the both of them, shirtless.

He was just trying to tease her.

Once she had eaten half of her plate they finally began talking, both famished from their adventurous night. Briefly Draco got her to talk about their sex upstairs, but she wasn't into discussing that. There was something far more pressing on her mind. She ended up questioning him about the pub, which was currently their topic of choice. She wanted to know how he was okay going to the establishment, engaging in such animalistic actions and baring his body to everyone in a room. Although she did, briefly, engage in the same sort of game she had since felt a bit shameful for it all, and was quite interested to figure out what he thought about everything.

"It's just the way the place is Granger. After the war a lot of Purebloods had a hard time morphing into society since everything was so… bad for us. We made a lot of enemies. So we decided to start the club. A group of people around our age did so about a year ago. Since then it's majorly expanded. People go to fuck, drink and do an array of disobedient and potentially stupid things that can't be done elsewhere. It's fun for everyone there, as you so clearly demonstrated."

Her cheeks tinged pink at his words, but she said nothing on the matter. "So… you all go to act completely careless?"

"Well… that's why you were there, right?" he asked, smirking. "That's exactly why we go. We're all trying to ignore our responsibilities and birth rites."

"Birth rites hmm? You haven't mentioned that yet."

He shrugged, sipping his coffee. "It's a place where your parents or respective elders don't want to be seen and refuse to go. As I've said, most of us are Purebloods who are supposed to marry young, take over whatever business our family has and double the profit, the people you sell and market to, and basically cause it to expand. I'm twenty years old for Merlin's sake Granger. The last thing I'm looking to do is settle down and act responsible. I didn't get much of a chance to rebel during my youth for obvious reasons, and now I'm not going to let the opportunity pass me by. My parents might be shunned from the social circles in basically every country in Europe, but that's not my problem. I just can't stand the thought of settling down yet."

"I hear you," she replied, crossing her arms. "I've been gone for a few years now, but now I'm back and everything is just wrong. My friends are all settled down and somehow happy, and I still fail to see how it's possible. They are all the same age as you and I, yet they are comfortable acting like they're in their late twenties. It's crazy."

He nodded, something shining in his eyes. "Exactly, Granger. I never thought you would be the one to be wild and free when we grew up, but I suppose you're full of surprises lately. That's why most of my friends frequent the pub. We refuse to act responsible yet."

"So I've noticed."

Draco smirked. "The group meets every two weeks in the same building. Just as I asked you before, will you be coming back?"

"Being completely smashed while I look for someone to sleep around with isn't exactly my cup of tea Malfoy. I might not like being tied down to anything yet, but after my experience with Theo, I'm not looking forward to a repeat. One time was perfectly fine with me."

"That bad, hmm?"

She rolled her eyes. "The way he handled things was rude and the way he exhibited me isn't something I want to repeat. I'm perfectly fine not returning."

"So you are still a bit of a prude under it all." She threw her napkin at him, which caused the blonde to chuckle. "Will you be coming back here then?"

Startled by his question, she almost choked on her drink. "Excuse me?!"

"You heard me Granger- are you going to return here? Obviously you had more fun sleeping with me than Theo." He looked way too proud to know that.

"Why would you want me to come back Malfoy? I thought this was a one-time deal. Don't you have a rule about not sleeping with the same girl twice or something? I thought I heard Zabini muttering something about that."

"Well yes, usually I do. But I think I'll make a special exception for you Granger." He winked her way.

"And why would you do that?"

"Because I think you're going to find a way to repeat your actions somehow, so why not with me? You're obviously enjoying yourself a bit too much."

"I'm enjoying myself just enough."

"Sure you are." He leaned back in his chair, studying her. "If you change your mind Granger, owl me. My bed's always open."

She crinkled her nose, eyeing him. She wasn't quite sure if that was an invitation of a way of calling her a slag. "We'll see Malfoy."

And Draco just chuckled, winking her way. He had complete confidence that she would return, if the way she moaned was any indication.

A/n: Chapter 3 isn't finished yet and it will take longer to post it. Story is not abandoned!