Hermione took a deep breath.

Boxing Day had been a quiet, relaxing day. Snow had been falling sporadically all day and it was just she, Draco and Scorpius building Lego sets, shooting Nerf bullets, Scorpius waving his magic wand and yelling Abracadabra every chance he got. They re-watched The Nightmare before Christmas twice (and it would have been a third time if Scorpius had gotten his way. Clearly he had fallen completely in love with Jack Skellington, but both Draco and Hermione had suggested he should watch something else. He had chosen The Princess Bride, which was watched all over again the second it finished). The shop was closed for a week and she'd not given any thought to the impending meeting with Scorpius' grandparents, simply enjoying her day with the Malfoy boys.

But now, they were at Draco's, awaiting their arrival. The enormity of it having descended on her and the butterflies that had been quietly fluttering all morning had now become a swarm in her stomach. Meeting Draco's parents had left her raw, with a bitter taste in her mouth. Draco had assured her that it would be different with Astoria's parents, they weren't like his, not pretentious or snobby. They were good natured, friendly. And they would like her.

But his reassurances did nothing to push the nightmare that was dinner with his parents out of her head.

Draco was well aware of her of just how on edge she was, but he also knew that any further attempt to calm her nerves would be futile. He simply moved around the kitchen, preparing lunch for them all, allowing her to get in his way and take over. It was the only thing that appeared to be keeping her mind off another meet and greet with another set of parents.

The doorbell rang and Hermione's stomach lurched. What a great first impression that would be, she berated herself, throwing up on the kitchen floor.

Draco's hand landed on her shoulder, "You have nothing to be worried about." She nodded, but until this was all over, she was sure the tension she was feeling would remain.

Scorpius ran to the door and Hermione noted the immediate difference. He had stayed with her when Draco's parents had arrived and he had showed little enthusiasm in greeting them. This time, however, his excitement was palpable.

"Hermione's here," she heard Scorpius say by way of greeting "And she's awesome and you'll love her."

"No pressure though," Hermione muttered and Draco laughed. He kissed her temple, and told her, he's right, they'll love you.

"Well you'd better introduce us then," she heard a male voice say, and she could hear the smile in his voice. But she wasn't sure if it was amusement at his grandson's excitement, or genuine interest in meeting her.

"She's with dad," Scorpius said, "Come and see her."

Draco laughed again, "Apparently you're an exhibit."

"Not helping," she said scowling at him.

"This is her," Scorpius said leading his grandparents into the kitchen, "This is Hermione." She was met with smiles, genuine ones, not the fake, plastered on ones she had been greeted with previously. "This is grandma and grandpa,"

"It's lovely to finally meet you Hermione," his grandmother said, "But please, call me Clara, and this is Cuthbert."

"But please call me Bert, my wife here has the only sensible name I know of." his grandfather told her with a wink. He was tall, towering even over Draco. His eyes were kind and his smile infectious, and Hermione instantly liked him.

Hermione smiled, "And it's lovely to meet you both too. Scorpius has told me all about you."

"And us you," Clara said, "We hear that you have your own book shop?"

Hermione nodded, "I do. And these two are my best customers."

"I hope you charge them double," Cuthbert said and Hermione couldn't help but snigger at the grin on his face.

"Draco, sorry," Clara said realising she hadn't greeted him and hugged him, "You didn't go to too much trouble?"

"Of course I did," he told her, "And it's not trouble."

"Look at this Grandpa!" Scorpius exclaimed showing his grandfather the Lego model he had planned to take with him, "We can build this at your house." Cuthbert headed to the couch with Scorpius, both examining the box and eagerly discussing the construction.

Hermione exhaled, the butterflies calming in her stomach. Draco had been right, this was entirely different, at least so far.

"Are you okay dear?" Clara asked gently touching her arm.

Hermione looked surprised, not realising the breath she had let out was loud enough to be heard. She nodded, "Yes, thank you. I'm fine. Just nervous about meeting you both."

"Oh," it was Clara's turn to look surprised, "There's no need for that. Our grandson speaks very highly of you, as does Draco. We've no choice but to like you."

"These two might be somewhat jaded. I do ply them with coffee and books, so I'm not sure just how accurate they are."

Clara laughed and Hermione smiled at the same twinkle in her eyes that she often saw in Scorpius' eyes. "Well, I can tell by the look on my grandson's face when he talks about you, that no bribery is necessary." She turned to Draco, "Now, you go and explain to Cuthbert just how to put that together, because you know he has absolutely no idea how to do it himself, so Hermione and I can have a civilized conversation. It's been far too long since I've had female company."

Draco hesitated for no more than a total of 3 seconds before grinning at the look of panic on Hermione's face and heading off to join his son and Cuthbert.

Hermione walked back into the kitchen and began pulling plates form the cupboard, the butterflies returning in full flight. Shit, shit, shit, she thought, cursing Draco for leaving her, and preparing herself for the lecture that she was sure that was to come.

"You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart," Clara reassured her, opening a cupboard and taking out juice glasses, looking as comfortable in Draco's kitchen as he did, "I'm always here with the boys, so it's nice to have some female company for a change."

Hermione let out another breath, "Sorry," she said, "I'm not usually like this, it's just that after meeting Draco's-" she stopped short, not sure just how close the friendship with Lucius and Narcissa was.

"It was a fairly intense meet, I hear." Clara said with a knowing look, and Hermione simply nodded, "We see them less then Draco does, and I'm well aware of what they're like. But let's not worry about them. Tell me about you. I know you have a book shop," she hesitated slightly, "And Draco says you lost both your parents?"

"I did," Hermione said, "Over ten years ago. It was a car crash."

"He said," Clara told her, and Hermione wondered just how much he had told her, but Clara put her mind at ease, "He only told us so we didn't ask awkward questions."

"Oh, I don't mind. Not really. And you've experienced the same."

"Yes, we have." She replied with a sigh. She smiled over at her grandson, "But we have him."

Hermione could help but smile herself, "Is he like her?"

"Sometimes," Clara told her, "Her smile and laugh, but otherwise he's all Draco."

"I'm sorry you lost her." She smiled at Clara, empathising, not pitying; she hated it herself when people pitied her.

"Thank you Hermione," Clara said in a soft tone, "It was hard, especially since Scorpius was so young, but like I said, her legacy is right there."

Hermione met her eyes, smiling at the complete adoration Clara had for her grandson. But she could see the look of loss hidden deep in her eyes. The look was familiar, she rarely saw it in her own face anymore but that didn't take away from the fact that she knew the hurt that would always reside in her, and she knew that the woman standing beside her would always feel the same.

And she could see why Draco had fallen so in love with Astoria. Her parents were instantly likeable and she was sure that Astoria had been the same. She wondered just how Draco's parents had become friends with them; they were polar opposites. And while she tried to resist the urge to do so, she couldn't help but compare them to her own parents; the warmth that radiated off them was unmistakable.

Clara squeezed Hermione's arm affectionately, "It's obvious that he likes you, both of them do. He hasn't had anyone in his life since Astoria, he hasn't let anyone in, and we're glad he's finally found someone he feels comfortable enough to introduce us to." She sighed and then smiled at Hermione, "Not that he has to, we're not technically his family."

"No, I'm fairly certain you are." A warmth spread through Hermione at Clara's approval, even though her approval wasn't something that Hermione was seeking.

"As I think you are, the two of them talk about you constantly." Clara said, then hesitated before asking "And, um, he also said that you were married?"

Hermione nodded, "I was, but that all ended three years ago when I found out he...um, wanted something else."

"Something else?"

"Yeah," Hermione let out a shaky exhale, "He left me for another woman. A woman who could give him what I couldn't."

Clara frowned, "Something you-" her eyes went wide, "Oh, sweetheart! Draco never said. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up-"

"It's okay," Hermione assured her, "I've come to terms with it." She smiled nervously at her, "I guess I assumed he would have told you. I don't want anyone to think that Scorpius is my chance at a child. And I certainly don't want to take your daughters place."

"I know that," Clara said with a smile, "I can tell that you have a good heart Hermione. Those two boys adore you, and that's all I need to know that you're intentions are not malicious or selfish." Clara tilted her head to one side and levelled Hermione with an unreadable expression, "Your husband left you? He cheated on you with another woman over something that you had no control over?" Hermione nodded and Clara grinned at her, "Well, clearly he's an idiot."

Hermione snorted a laugh, "That's a lot kinder than some of the things I've called him."

Clara laughed and put her hand on Hermione's shoulder as she called the boys over for lunch. "I love those boys with all my heart, but I have to say, it's so nice to have another girl around."

Hermione laughed glancing up at Draco, who was smiling at her with smug I told you so grin. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, turning back to help Clara with getting lunch on the table.

Cuthbert grinned at his wife, "You didn't ambush this poor girl in the kitchen and warn her off our boys, did you?"

Clara slapped his shoulder good naturedly, "You can see why I'm happy to have you here?" she said to Hermione, who laughed and told Cuthbert that it was all perfectly civilised.

"So Hermione, Draco tells us you've lived here your whole life?" Cuthbert asked when they were all finally settled at the table.

"He's right. My parents were both dentists here, and I never really saw myself living anywhere else. The big city life just isn't for me."

Cuthbert chuckled, "And from what I hear, there's no need for you to leave."

Hermione glanced at Draco, "What have you been telling them?"

"Just how amazingly successful you are," Draco told her, and Cuthbert laughed.

"He also told us how you met."

Hermione's cheeks flushed and she pinched the bridge of her nose, "Oh my god! You did not!?"

Draco nodded and Hermione glared at him. He reached over and caressed the back of her neck, "Oh, come on, it's a highly amusing story. Certainly memorable."

"So you gave them a delightful picture before they met me. Wow, thanks."

Draco leaned over and kissed her cheek, "You're welcome."

She looked at Clara and Cuthbert, both were clearly trying not to laugh, "Anyway," Hermione said steering the conversation away from her, "What are your plans for this week?" Hermione asked.

"Well, we have the Snakes and Ladders World Champion right here, so I'm going to try my best to take the title away from him." Cuthbert said patting Scorpius affectionately on the back.

"Yeah," Scorpius nodded, "He hasn't beaten me in forever."

"World champion, huh? I had no idea," Hermione said, "I might have to challenge him when he gets back. I was pretty good when I was small. My dad never beat me."

Scorpius shrugged, "I'll beat you."

Hermione tapped the table, "I'll have the board set up right here for when you get back. And then we'll see who the world champion really is."

Scorpius laughed, "It'll be me."

"We'll see," Hermione told him giving him her best threatening glare, and he just laughed.

"Bye Hermione," Scorpius said squeezing her tightly, "I love you."

The conversation had continued easily between them all. Cuthbert and Clara had regaled Hermione with stories of Draco's younger years, and had her in tears of laughter as they told her about Draco and Astoria's relationship at its very beginning, Cuthbert assuring her that the confident, well groomed man sitting beside had not been so put together in his younger days.

"Quite the scruffy rascal, this one," Clara had chuckled, "His parents were not pleased with the unwashed, unkempt teenager living in their house."

"I'm not sure she needs to know that," Draco had said as Cuthbert shot Hermione a wink and mouthed I'll bring photos.

"I love you too, Scorpius," Hermione said glancing quickly at Clara who was smiling brightly. "Have a great week."

"I will." He said heading for the door.

"Hey!" Draco exclaimed, "What about me?"

"Bye Dad, love you." Scorpius called without a backwards glance.

"Knocked off the favourite throne I see," Cuthbert guffawed picking up Scorpius' bag.

"It's kind of hard to compete with the awesome bookshop lady," he said nudging Hermione's shoulder, "I've stopped even trying."

"Enjoy your week, kids," he winked at them making Hermione blush, "Stay out of trouble. And if you do get into trouble, I want to know all about it."

Clara hugged them both, "We'll call when get home."

"Thanks," Draco said, appreciating the call each and every time they took Scorpius. Their drive home was long enough without the added hazard of the weather at this time of year.

"It was lovely to meet you, Hermione," Clara said squeezing her hand.

"And you," Hermione said.

"It wasn't too nerve wracking I hope?"

"No, not at all," Hermione laughed, "Enjoy your week."

"We always do."

"Is everything okay?" Hermione said sauntering into the bedroom.

They'd returned to her flat after realising that in her nervousness she had completely forgotten to bring anything with her. And while Draco had expressed he was completely fine with her being naked in his flat, Hermione insisted they go back to hers, pointing out that half of his clothes were there anyway.

Draco held up his hand, his phone still pressed to his ear, "Please call me, anytime. You know that..." Draco nodded, "I don't want to take time away from you with him, but if he's being insolent you don't need to deal with him...I know, but I'll come and get him if his behaviour doesn't improve...if you're sure... I'll talk to him tomorrow."

Draco pressed end on his phone and tossed it onto the nightstand. He squeezed his eyes shut, exhaled a deep breath and shook his head.

"Hey," Hermione said quietly, touching his shoulder lightly, "What's happened?"

He looked up at her and his eyes went wide; she was wearing a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a tight fitting camisole that left very little to the imagination.

"Draco?"

"Sorry, what?" He said and grinned, "I'm kind of distracted here."

She laughed and sat beside him, nodding towards the discarded phone, "Is Scorpius okay?"

Draco let out a frustrated growl, "That was Clara, he's being difficult."

Hermione frowned, "In what way?"

"Answering back, telling them he doesn't want to be there and that he wants to come home." He ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know what's gotten into him, he's never been like this. He loves spending time with them. And no, they don't blame you." Draco said and squeezed her knee.

"How-"

"It's all over your face," he said, "They loved you. Truly they did. And they love that you're so enamoured with their grandson."

Her lips twisted into an embarrassed smile, "Well, it's not too hard to be enamoured with him. But what's gotten him upset? He was so happy when he left."

Draco shrugged, "I've no idea. I talk to him tomorrow and try to find out."

"I'm sure it'll be nothing," She pressed her lips to his cheek, "Bathroom's yours. Don't take too long."

He watched as she crawled across her bed, her scantily clad arse in the air, teasing him, "Really Granger?" He arched an eyebrow at her.

She looked back over her shoulder, her face a picture of innocence, "What?"

"Waving your arse in the air, trying to temp me. It won't work." He shrugged.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Malfoy." She smirked at him and wiggled her arse once more.

He laughed and turned around, "Oh, you can do better than that," he called over his shoulder as he entered the bathroom. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, tossing his clothes into the hamper. He and Scorpius had become to think of her flat like it was their own. The pair had taken to leaving changes of clothes and Scorpius had even brought some of his favourite toys. They'd spent more time there than at their own place in recent weeks and the feeling of familiarity, of belonging had an unexpected warmth settling in his chest.

He was brushing his teeth when he felt her arms wrap around his waist. He felt her kiss his back between his shoulder blades, before pressing herself against him. Holy fuck! he thought, Is she naked?

"Are you done?" She asked quietly.

He rinsed his mouth and ran the back of his hand across his face, "Yeah," he said his hands sliding along her forearms, "What are you thinking?"

She didn't respond, instead she began kissing along his spine. Her hand moved lower, cupping him, squeezing gently. She hooked her fingers over the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down his legs. "Turn around," she told him.

He did as she asked, kicking off the underwear that had pooled at his feet. She leaned in and kissed his chest, licking, sucking and biting at his bare skin. She flattened her tongue and trailed it across his nipple and Draco sucked in a breath at the sensation. She ran her hand across his chest, tracing the outlines of his muscles with her fingers, taking her time, feeling his muscles twitch under her ministrations. She brushed her fingers through the fine hair at the base of his cock, before wrapping her fingers around his growing erection, slowly stroking up and down.

Hermione sighed against his chest, closing her eyes and revelling in the feel of his hard flesh. She glanced up at him and found him staring down at her. She smiled and began to kiss her way down his chest, lower and lower until she dropped to her knees in front of him. She watched as he grew to full hardness, his skin stretching tightly as he grew thicker and longer, his foreskin sliding back to reveal the rounded tip already wet and leaking. She loved his cock, the way it jutted straight out from his body, the slight upward curve that allowed him to slide against the sensitive spot inside her.

Draco shuddered slightly, when she cupped his balls, her lips sliding across his hips. His cock twitched as she grazed her nails across the sensitive skin on his sac.

"Hermione," he yelped, "What are...argh!" His breath caught when she began to kiss along his hard length. His head dropped back and his hands gripped the bathroom counter, and he let out a startled groan when her thumb brushed over the tip spreading the beads of moisture across the sensitive skin and then her mouth slowly descended on him,

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He yelled, his hands flying to shoulders attempting to pull her from the floor, "Hermione, no.."

She pulled her mouth from him with a wet popping sound and peered up at him, his face looked pained, "Draco?"

"Hermione, I...don't-" he clenched his jaw.

Hermione stood and cupped his face, this wasn't the reaction she'd been expecting, "What is it?" His eyes dropped away from hers and the pained expression remained.

"Draco?" She said quietly, and then it hit her. How the hell was that possible? "No one's ever…?"

He could feel his cheeks heating up, "Ah, no..I..um...I've...no one...who wanted to." He stammered.

"It's okay Draco," Hermione said gently, and then wondering back to their first night together asked, "You mean, I was the first?" He nodded, "That's why you stopped me?"

He nodded again, "I didn't want to...ah...not in your mouth."

She kissed him gently, "Then don't. Tell me when, and I'll pull away."

"You don't have to," he said, "I don't care if you don't want to."

She pressed a kiss to his chest, "But I want to. Is that okay?"

He smiled at her and cupped her jaw, "Only if you want to."

Hermione wrapped her hand around him, tugging him back to full hardness, before kissing him quickly and dropping back to her knees, kissing the tip of him and smiling at the small shudder that caused. She took him slowly into her mouth, her lips slipping down his shaft.

A shuddered breath had her peering up at him and she smiled at the sight. Draco's head was thrown back, mouth slightly agape, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his breathing grew short and fast. Her heart swelled with pride knowing she could do this to him, that she was the first to do this to him. She hummed against him, the sound vibrating along his shaft, a loud groan falling from his mouth.

She lifted his cock to trail her tongue along the underside of it and it twitched in her hand. She squeezed his balls harder and Draco moaned, his hand gripping her shoulder as she flicked her tongue along the slit in the rounded head, tasting him. She repeated the motion several times, before taking the tip into her mouth and sucking hard, twirling her tongue around him. She concentrated on just the head, teasing him relentlessly, sucking hard and slipping her tongue up and down his slit, pulling loud moans from him that reverberated off the bathroom walls.

Draco finally found his voice, "Hermione. Your mouth...feels...oh! Fuck!" The feeling was like nothing he could even describe. Her mouth was all warmth and moisture and gentle strokes of her tongue lapping at the head of his dick.

She silenced him again by taking his length deeper into her mouth. Her fingers toyed with the hairs at his base, while her other hand tugged at his balls, pulling and squeezing gently. She moved in a steady rhythm up and down his shaft, her tongue pressing hard against the underside. Her eyes flicked up to him, he was watching her, his eyes wide, pupils blown and she smirked around his length. She pulled back slowly until just the tip rested on her lips. She flicked her tongue across the head once more before kissing along the side of his cock going lower and lower until she reached the base.

She smiled inwardly, knowing full well the reaction she was about to elicit from him, lowering her head and swiping her tongue across his sac. She first took one testicle into her mouth sucking hard and then the other, smiling to herself as Draco cried out her name.

Her own hands gripped the backs of his thighs, her fingernails digging into the hard muscles, before taking his entire length back into her mouth, moving fast, her tongue and teeth licking and grazing along the heated flesh. He began to undulate his hips, humping gently into her mouth, while his hands gripped her hair. She slid her hands to his arse, pulling him deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust.

"Hermione! I'm gonna come!" Draco growled.

She pulled back, her hand gripping him tightly, tugging him roughly, "Come all over me." She told him and his eyes went wide. He slapped her hand away, replacing it with his own. She leaned back, watching as his hand moved furiously over his swollen shaft. Her own breath hitched, waiting with anticipation for him to finish.

He gripped his balls in his hand, squeezing hard, his other hand still frantically moving over his length. He groaned, and she watched as his entire body tensed and his cock swelled and streams of hot fluid exploded from the tip landing on her chest. His hand slowed and his knees buckled. She huffed out an oomph as he dropped to the floor, landing awkwardly on top of her, pushing her backwards to the cold tiles.

"Sorry," he grunted rolling off her.

She laughed, "You okay?"

"Give me ten minutes." He said breathlessly, "That was..."

Hermione grinned, "That was me sucking your cock."

"Yeah it was." He closed his eyes, his hand resting on his stomach, his breathing evening out. He turned his head to face her, "You're fucking amazing, you know that?"

She ran a finger through the sticky mess he'd made on her chest, "Yeah, I know." She said in haughty voice.

He reached down and pinched her hip making her giggle, "What about you?" He asked sliding his hand across her stomach, reaching between her thighs. He pressed a finger between her folds, finding her drenched. "How much did you enjoy that?"

She bit her bottom lip, dragging it slowly between her teeth, "I always enjoy that."

Draco pushed himself up onto one elbow, his fingers slowly working though her slit. He circled her entrance, pulling the moisture up and dragging it around her clit. He watched as she closed her eyes, her teeth digging into her lip, her hips slowly began to move her as he lowered his head, taking her nipple into his mouth. She sighed and ran her hand through is hair. He took his time, knowing if he drew this out he'd be back to full hardness and could fuck her right there on the bathroom floor. He pulled back from her nipple to look up at her, her skin was flushed with arousal, her nipples fully erect.

"Draco," she whispered and he looked back up at her. He shifted back up and captured her mouth, pressing his tongue against hers. He felt her hand wrap around his cock, and he pulled back from her mouth.

"You sucked the life out of it," he sniggered, "Give it a few more minutes."

She laughed, "Maybe you could show me the same disrespect." She pushed at his head, directing him down towards her core.

He kissed her navel, and shifted from beside her, settling between her legs. He pushed her legs wider, opening her to him and nipped at the soft skin on her inner thighs making her squirm. He gripped her hip bones, holding her thighs apart with his forearms and licked a long swipe along her slit, flicking over her clit making her inhale sharply. He repeated the motion, over and over until she was trying to rock against him. His arms held her still, and she growled in frustration. He chuckled against her core, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through her.

She felt his fingers pressing against her, teasing her entrance. She arched her back trying to speed him up, but he was having none of it. He teased her mercilessly, his tongue dancing across her wet pussy while his fingers circled her entrance.

"Draco!" She cried, as he moved his mouth from her, nipping again at her inner thigh.

"Touch yourself," he ordered and her hand flew between her thighs. He watched as she frantically rubbed her clit, bringing herself closer to orgasm. He smirked, knowing she was close and ripped her hand away, listening as she howled at him. He dove back down, freeing her hips from his grip, and she immediately began to thrust against his face. He pushed two fingers into her, making her come instantly, her cry of pleasure filling the room. He pushed his fingers deeper, pumping them hard and fast into her, while his tongue tortured her clit. In less than a minute, she was crying out again. He lapped gently at her, until she shoved at his head, murmuring too much

He grinned as he moved over her, his cock was only semi-erect, but he didn't care. She was so wet he'd slide easily into her. He reached down, pulling his foreskin back and sliding into her. She gasped in surprise, her eyes flying open, staring at him. Her inner muscles were still spasming, fluttering around his cock, making him harder.

"Draco," she panted, "What're you...?"

He leaned down and kissed her, "I'm about to fuck you. Hard."

Her eyes went wide then a smirk crossed her face. She pulled him down to her, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and flipping them. It was his turned to be surprised, as she braced her hands on his chest and began to ride him. She felt him grow thicker and harder inside her as she moved with total abandon, fast and hard. He gripped her thighs, feeling the taught muscles moving beneath her skin pushing her as she bounced on his cock. She repeatedly slammed down onto him, fucking him harder and harder, moaning his name and a string of expletives. He sat up beneath her, bracing his arms behind himself, and began thrusting upwards. Their bodies met in a frantic rush, their skin slapping together, the noise loud, echoing around the tiled walls.

She threw her head back, gripping his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. Draco leaned forward, taking her nipple into his mouth, biting down gently. She hissed out a breath at the contact, one hand gripping the back of his head, pulling him closer. He sucked hard as she rode him, grinding against him, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her.

"Draco, fuck, yes, yes, yeeessss!" She almost screamed, her legs burning as she moved faster.

"Come on baby," Draco growled, "Give me everything." He flicked his thumb over her clit, she groaned out his name, her head thumping forward onto his shoulder. He pumped up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust, barely hanging on, waiting for her to release. He knew she was close, her silky walls tightening around him. He pressed harder on her clit, and she moaned into his shoulder, her teeth biting down at the juncture of his neck.

Draco felt the walls of her pussy tighten around him, spasming as she continued to rock against him, riding out the pleasure that burned inside her. The deep ache beneath his cock signalled his own release, his hand sliding to her lower back, holding her against him. With one last thrust, he came with a choked cry, his seed spilling deep into her body.

They tumbled back to the floor, their sweat soaked skin pressing together, their breaths coming hard and fast.

Hermione pushed up slightly, bracing her hands beside his shoulders. She smiled at the sight beneath her, Draco's head thrown back, eyes closed, skin flushed. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his throat.

"I have no words," he murmured, gripping her hips, attempting to push her up.

"Not yet," she said, "I love you inside me." She rocked gently against him. He shuddered and dug his fingers into her hips, holding her still.

"No," he groaned, "I can't. Too much."

She leaned down and kissed him, "Sorry," she whispered against his lips, stilling above him. She watched as he came back around, his eyes fluttering open, a completely satisfied smile gracing his face.

"It's okay," he released his grip on her hips, and glanced down to where they were still joined, "It kind of a mess down there."

"Bath," she panted, rolling off of him and groaned as every muscle in her body protested. "I'm dying for a bath."

"So the first night we were together? That was the first time anyone did that to you?" Hermione asked as they sat in the oversized bath tub. Her foot was resting on Draco's chest and he was rubbing it gently.

"Correct. You have the honour of being the first." he gave her a smile, "I certainly wasn't expecting you to wake me up like that, and if you remember, I stopped you."

Hermione nodded slowly, remembering back to that night, and realising that, yes, he had stopped her, brushing it off by telling her he didn't want to finish like that, that he wanted to be inside her."Thank you for letting me," A small frown flickered across her face, "I don't understand though."

"Understand what?"

"How no one has wanted to do that to you," she smiled, "Have you seen you?"

Draco pinched her calf, "I have seen me and believe me, if I could do that, I would."

Hermione flicked water at him, "Smart arse. I just mean...it doesn't matter I guess."

"Hey," he said caressing her calf, "Ask me anything. Please."

She tilted her head, "I'm just wondering why Astoria never."

"It wasn't that I hadn't wanted her to. In fact, I fantasised about it quite often. But she was little more conservative. While she was more than happy to receive, she was somewhat reluctant to reciprocate."

"That doesn't seem fair," she pointed out, "Not that I'm complaining about your...talents. But turnabout is only fair."

Draco laughed, "Well, now I know what all the fuss is all about, I certainly agree with those sentiments. I mean really, you were amazing."

"You liked it then?" She asked, shifting her foot off his chest and sliding her toe along the inside of his thigh.

He grabbed her foot before it hit its intended target, grinning at her, "You certainly know what you're doing."

"As do you." She shifted in the water, sliding over him, her legs straddling his hips, her hands gripping the edge of the tub either side of his head, "I don't mind, you know. You coming in my mouth." She took in his face, recognising the effect her words had had on him.

"Yeah, but I do." he said. Her mouth on him was so much more than what he had imagined it would be. He was blissfully happy that is was she that did this for him. The way her mouth had moved over him; the way her dark eyes had bored into his while she worked her mouth over him had made his stomach flip. But that didn't change the fact he didn't want to come in her mouth. To prove his point, he slid hid hands around her hips and over the curve of her arse. She tensed and arched an eyebrow at him when his finger slipped between her cheeks, "You don't want me here, am I right?"

She smiled meekly and scraped her teeth over her bottom lip, "Do you want to?"

"It's not something I ever considered," he told her, "But I can tell it's not something you want either. And that's how I feel about your mouth."

She chewed on her lower lip, "Really?"

He nodded, "Hermione, as much as you want me to, that's how much I don't want to. Is it really that weird that I don't want to?"

She shrugged a shoulder, "I just figured you would want to. Most guys do."

"And am I like most guys?"

She ran her thumb over his lips, "No," she said quietly, "You're definitely not."

He reached up and slipped his hand under her jaw to cup her face. She smiled at his touch, shifting her position over him to settle against his pelvis, sending shivers down his spine. He leaned in even closer and pressed his lips to hers, thinking that after the phenomenal sex they'd just had, that he could get hard again so quickly – she had sucked the life out of him, almost literally - but he found himself growing quickly aroused as he tasted the soft skin of her tongue.

She melted against him, searching out his mouth with her own tongue, her hands flying into his hair. "Have you ever done this before," she whispered in a soft, sultry voice, staring into his eyes, "Sex in the bath?"

Draco groaned, and his heart began beating wildly, "No," he managed and he felt himself twitch as she reached a hand between them, stroking him slowly. She surprised him by sliding over him, taking him instantly inside her.

She was still staring at him, her eyes full of lust, when he whimpered Hermione and pulled her mouth to his. His thumb rubbed against the side of her face and he felt her sigh into his mouth as she moved slowly over him. The water splashed gently around them and she continued to rock her hips.

"Fuck…" He sighed, lost in the tight sensation of her, his fingers gently kneading her arse cheeks, "You're fucking amazing."

Hermione pulled away from his mouth, pressing her lips against the crook of his neck, leaving small bites. He moaned and she continued to bite and lick. His hands on her arse gripped tighter, and she moaned herself. She tightened her grip on the edge of the tub, a rough groan falling from her mouth. Her senses were alive, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure and she felt every ridge of his cock sliding against her sensitive walls as she continued to ride him.

"Draco," she tilted her head back and choked out a groan.

Draco gritted his teeth, the sight of his Hermione above him, riding him, almost had him exploding. Her skin was flushed, covered with a sheen of sweat, her breasts bouncing rhythmically with each thrust. Her inner muscles began to clench around him, pushing him to the edge of his climax.

"I cant...hold on." She panted, her body tensing above him.

"Come, Hermione. Let go. Come over me." Draco watched as her body stiffened and she choked out his name, her body shaking as her climax gripped her. He pulled her down to him, his own body shaking as came undone with her.

She lay her head on his shoulder and ran her hands through his hair, her heavy breaths were warm against his neck.

"Water's cold," Draco said making her laugh.

"You shouldn't have kept me in here so long."

Draco snorted, "Yeah, it's all my fault. Not that of the temptress sitting on me."

"Maybe tomorrow I can model that gift you gave me." She teased.

He groaned, "I'm not sure I'll survive this week."

A/N:

I've been somewhat remiss in thanking you for sticking with this. It's progressing slower than I originally hoped, but my new job has left me with very little spare time. Anyway, thanks for reading and reviewing, it's much appreciated.