And just like that, the NEWTs were upon them. The whole of the upper year became frantic and frazzled, filling the library with the sounds of scratching quills, frustrated groans and loud yawns. When they did take a break to eat, it almost seemed like they were all racing each other to see who could eat the fastest and get back to studying.

Hermione had never been more grateful for their separate Heads' common room. It meant that she was able to check out the books she needed for revision - as well as the ones she didn't need but got just in case - and their private quarters meant that she could take them back to their rooms and read without feeling pressured by someone eying the book in a proprietary way, clearly waiting for her to be done so that they could swoop in and snatch it up.

The quills Ginny had given her for Christmas were excellent, and she used the bottle of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Self-Correcting Ink that George had sent her to trial as she made her notes, though she refused to take it with her for any of her exams.

She was pleased that Draco seemed just as committed to studying as she was. They would sit at their study table, side by side, each with their heads in a book and scribbling furiously. The companionable silence made it all the more easy to stay at the table and work. But he was also beneficial for another reason.

Without him, she would have had no idea what time of day it was. He had spelled his wand to remind him when it was coming up to a meal time, and when it emitted green sparks he would look away from his books, stretch, stand, and turn to her, waiting for her to do the same. She had initially tried to refuse, leading to him closing her books so that she lost her place or picking up her notes and starting to walk towards the portrait hole so that she had to follow.

She had stopped resisting when, after one particularly tense stand-off, he had leaned down and picked her up from her chair, book still clutched in her hands, and carried her bridal style all the way down to the Great Hall, ignoring her verbal and physical protests. He had deposited her in a seat at the Gryffindor table, between Ginny and Neville, and walked away to his own table without a backward glance.

Hermione was red-faced and furious over dinner, ignorning the way the other students had stared and sniggered at his display. She had purposefully eaten only a measly portion of food then marched back to their common room, not caring if he was following her or not. But of course he was, and the minute they were inside he grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to the sofa. She tried to pull away, but his grip was strong.

'Let me go!' she howled at his back as she tried to dig her heels into the carpet, to no avail. 'You're treating me like a child, Draco!' The effect of her statement was somewhat ruined when she stamped her foot in frustration. She was surprised to see his eyes darken at her behaviour, and he swiftly sat on the sofa facing her, his grip still tight on her wrist.

'Well, if you insist on behaving like a brat, I'm going to treat you like one.' His voice was low, husky and rumbling, and she'd felt her body respond, the familiar ache between her legs intensifying. He pulled her wrist sharply and she fell forward, landing with her stomach over his knees. She tried to wriggle away, but his hand pressed against her back and pinned her there. She tried to kick, but he was just out of reach. Then she felt cold air on her arse, followed swiftly by a hot, stinging sensation.

'Oh!' He had spanked her. She stopped fighting as the pleasure in her built, and instead she rolled her hips slightly against his thigh.

'You're not taking care of yourself, Granger,' he murmered, his voice close to her ear. She felt his fingers ghost up the inside of her thighs, and then they were caressing her arse cheeks, pulling at them, rubbing the spot he'd slapped. 'And I don't have anything I'm willing to withhold to make you do so this time. So, this will have to do.'

His hand rose and fell again, and she bit her lip to stop the whimper that bubbled up, determined not to let him see how much she was enjoying this. She lifted her head to glower over her shoulder, but he just chuckled.

'Keep it up, Princess. The more bratty you get, the harder I'll hit.' As if to prove his point, the next slap had more force, but it did nothing to reduce the electric charge it sent to her core. If anything, it made it stronger.

'Draco,' she whimpered, unable to hold it back this time.

'One for every subject you've studied today should be sufficient, I think.' His voice was a low growl and she could feel his erection pressing up into her stomach. She attempted to rub against it but wasn't able to move how she wanted, draped over his lap like this. His hand rose and fell again, and she keened, trying to push back towards his palm. He snarled at her motion, and delivered 4 more spanks in quick succession, leaving the skin of her arse hot and throbbing. 'Now then, are we going to be good?'

'Yes,' she gasped, her cheeks pink, her knickers soaked. 'Yes, I'll be good, please ... ' His hand was lifted from her back, and she immediately scrambled up and crawled into his lap. She wound her fingers into his hair, looking into pupils so wide that his eyes were almost black. As she straddled him, she felt the evidence of his arousal against her centre and moaned, her head falling back as pleasure shot through her.

'Show me, Princess,' he panted against her throat, his teeth nipping and tongue lavving at her skin. 'Show me how good you can be.'

She pressed her lips to his in a hot, lingering kiss, then slid out of his lap and to her knees between his feet. He bit his lip at the sight, one hand brushing back her curls, the other easily flicking open the fly of his trousers. He lifted his hips slightly as she helped him slide his trousers and boxers down, just enough to free his impossibly stiff shaft. She immediately grasped it and he hissed at the feel of her small fingers against his wanting skin. She began to pump him furiously, before leaning forward and licking him up and down. His hand wound into her curls, and she gazed up at him as she eased his wet head between her lips.

'That's it,' he rumbled, and thrust upwards so that he slid further into her mouth. 'Come on, Granger, take it like a good girl.'

She moaned around him, causing his eyes to roll into his head, and slowly descended on him, taking his whole length into her mouth and throat. When he was fully sheathed, she swallowed.

'Shit,' he grunted, and his hand tightened in her hair, using it to control her movements, his cock sliding in and out of her tight throat. She moaned and whimpered when she could, making sure to press her tongue to the underside of his shaft each time he pulled back. She hadn't known his eyes could get darker than they were before, until it happened. She felt a thrill of pleasure root in her core again, and one of her hands traveled subconsciously down her body to press against her slit through her ruined knickers. She began to rock against her own fingers, desperate for friction. Suddenly, he tugged at her hair, forcing her to look up at him. His voice was raspy as he asked, 'Are you touching yourself right now?'

She paused, then nodded, the motion making his head hit the back of her throat. She felt him pulse in her mouth, which made her eyes roll and her hips increase in speed. With a growl, he pulled out of her and his hands grasped her upper arms. He lifted her to her feet, and marched her over to the study table, where he placed a hand between her shoulders and pushed until she was bent at the waist, her chest flush to the wood. The desk was a little high, and she had to stand on her tiptoes to keep her feet on the floor.

She felt her skirt being flipped up once again, and he groaned as his hand skittered over her backside, causing her to hiss slightly as she felt him press against the raised finger-sized marks criss-crossing her skin. His hand descended between her thighs, and he swore loudly when he felt the state of her knickers.

'You're fucking dripping. Do you like it when I remind you to be a good girl?'

'Gods, yes! Draco, please!' She was bucking against his fingers, not caring how needy she looked. She was needy. His hand wrapped around the thin material between her legs and he pulled, tearing the sodden fabric away from her body. He leaned forwards, his chest against her back.

'Open your mouth.' His tone was so commanding that she didn't even have a chance to think before her body was obeying him. He swiftly stuffed her torn knickers in, the wetness pressed against her tongue, and she cried out at how surprisingly erotic it was to taste herself in this way. His voice, heavy with lust, grated in her ear as he said, 'You hold those for me, Princess.'

Then he was inside her, in one long, fluid movement. She screamed, her voice muffled by the material. He set up a steady pace, his thrusts hard and strong. She found her feet scrabbling to keep purchase on the stone flags, and her hands flew out to grasp the edges of the desk to steady herself. The table rocked under her, and she watched as her pot of ink tipped and spilled over the set of notes she'd been forced to abandon. But she couldn't find it in herself to care. He was filling her so completely, and her head was already spinning as she raced towards her end.

'Look at the mess you're making,' he panted, leaning over her again, one hand coming up to twine between her fingers, his other clutching her curls. 'You've knocked over the ink, you're drooling on the table, and I can feel you literally dripping down my cock. Such a messy, naughty, bratty little girl. I may have to punish you for this, too.'

She whimpered at his words, her hips pushing back against him. He straightened, releasing her hand but tugging her hair up, making her arch her back. This changed the angle he was hitting inside her, and she felt her eyes rolling into her head. Suddenly his hand snaked under her and he pressed her pulsing clit, rubbing in small tight circles. She thrashed against him, but he just kept thrusting, kept rubbing.

'Come on then, Princess. Cum for me. I want you to squeeze every last drop of cum from my cock with your tight, wet pussy.'

She screamed around the knickers again as she came, and as he'd requested her walls milked him, making him groan with his release. He slammed against her hard in the last moments of his pleasure, then kissed a trail down her back before sinking into one of the desk chairs next to him, pulling him with her. When they'd recovered, she kissed him soundly, unsure about whether she wanted to be good from now on or to have this happen again.

Regardless, they made it through their exams. They spent the final weeks of school, waiting for their results, by walking around the lake, or into Hogsmeade, or just spending days in bed, exploring each other, making sure they knew every inch of the other's body. He spent time massaging her when she worried that she hadn't performed as well in her tests as he knew she had, and she sat in his lap and played with his hair as he talked about what he would specialise in if he became a Healer. He decided that it would be working with people who had been damaged by cursed items and working to develop techniques to fix their mental and physical scars. Her eyes grew wet at this, and she buried her face against his neck, holding him tight.

And finally, it was time for them to collect their results. They all lined up in the Great Hall, by house and alphabetical order. She got her results first, and made her way to the back of the room, the envelope clutched in shaking fingers, waiting for him. He joined her soon after, and she could see the nervousness in his face, clearer to read these days now that he was dropping the Malfoy mask.

'Ready?' he asked quietly, and she nodded. They both tore open their letters, and she quickly scanned her results. The knot in her stomach eased as she read the parchment, registering that she had received full marks in all of her subjects. But the tension would remain until she saw his. She looked up at him, his face giving nothing away, and held out her letter to him. He swapped it with his own, and she took a deep breath before she read it. She saw O after O after O, and grinned up at him. He'd matched her on every subject they shared, and performed just as well on those they didn't.

He smiled back down at her, then began to laugh, relief laced through the sound. He suddenly stooped and lifted her, swinging her around, then pressed his lips to hers, hard. Whoops and jeers filled the Great Hall as their classmates responded to the first real sign of physical affection they'd witnessed between the couple, and Hermione could have sworn she heard Ginny's voice cut through the din with a cry of, 'Get a room!'

They broke apart at a stern cough that sounded like it came from Professor McGonagall. Hermione was blushing as he took her hand and led her away, back to their common room, where they continued their celebrations with a small bottle of Muggle champagne that Draco produced from his trunk.

'Always knew you'd get full marks,' he grinned, handing her a glass. He raised his own, and toasted her. 'To our future.'

She blinked back her tears as she sipped the bubbly liquid, and climbed into his lap when he sat down and held out his hand in invitation. They finished the bottle between them as they talked, each increasing the pressure of each movement slightly every time they touched or shifted against the other, tempting, teasing.

'I have one thing I need to do before we leave here,' he murmered as she placed their empty glasses behind her on the coffee table. She'd slid down further in his lap as she'd twisted away, and he grunted softly as she pressed into him when she straightened.

'Oh yes?' Her hands raised to comb through his hair, and his head fell back as he enjoyed the sensation. 'And what would that be?'

'I want to carry out the only fantasy I've had of taking you in these rooms that's not been fulfilled yet.' She looked down at him, puzzled. They'd done an awful lot in their time together, and they'd shared what she thought were all of their fantasies of each other, recreating them time and time again. But he flashed his teeth at her in a wicked grin, then stood up swiftly, taking her with him. She yelped and wrapped her legs around his waist, knowing that he'd never left her fall.

He made his way into his bedroom, but she cocked an eyebrow at him when he didn't stop by the bed. Instead he carried on, into the bathroom, where he placed her on her feet. She looked around the room, the stark white tiles similar to her own en suite, the smell of his shampoo lingering in the air. She looked up at him, and found him gazing down at her with desire.

'Before we even knew what this thing between us was,' he murmered, raising a hand to cup her jaw, tilting her head up as he stepped closer. 'I used to shower every night, trying to distract myself from thoughts of you. But honestly, I think it just made it harder to ignore.' He ran a thumb over her lower lip, his eyes dark and fixed on hers. 'And most of the time, the images of you would be in this shower.'

She shuddered at his words, and her eyes flicked involuntarily to the shower unit behind him. Like hers, it stood alone in the corner of the room, two walls of white tiles and two of glass. She returned her gaze to his and found him grinning at her, his eyes now hungry.

'Show me,' she breathed. He dipped his head to her and brushed his lips teasingly against hers, his smile widening when she swayed towards him.

'You're wearing far too many clothes for a shower,' he rasped, and she instantly pulled away and began tugging at her clothing. He laughed but followed suit, both stripping themselves as quickly as possible. When they were naked, he gathered her to him again, his lips now more firm as his hard cock pressed against her stomach. She shivered again as he began to kiss down her neck, licking at her jaw.

'We're not going to make it to fulfilling your fantasy at this rate,' she ground out, and he immediately let her go and grasped her hand, dragging her into the cubicle. He turned on the water, making it warm but not too hot, and turned back to her. She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, leaning down and nipping at her lower lip with his teeth.

'You keep your hands right there, Princess,' he growled into her mouth. 'If you move them, I'll stop. Understood?'

'Yes.' He released her wrists and she forced herself to remain still. His wet hands began to skate over her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake as her damp skin cooled quickly. He traced her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, pausing to flick and pull at her nipples to get them stiff, then continued down, across her stomach, over her hips. His eyes followed their path, and when he reached her legs he knelt on the shower floor in front of her, his fingers kneading at the soft flesh of her thighs.

'Gods, you're so fucking beautiful,' he sighed, his eyes now on hers again. She felt herself blush but made herself meet his gaze, and he smirked up at her. 'And still so spirited. Open your legs for me, Granger.'

She complied, her breath hitching as his fingers skimmed up the insides of her thighs. Suddenly he pressed a palm to her leg, and she looked down when she felt the old, familiar warmth spreading from his hand. The golden glow she'd only seen once before pulsed around his fingers, and when he raised his hand again the scar on her inner thigh, one that she'd forgotten about as his healing took away the pain, was all but gone, just the thinnest white scratch remaining. Her eyes caught his again, and his expression was serious.

'I am so in love with you,' he said, his voice quietly confident. She gasped, her eyes brimming once again.

'I love you,' she murmered, and he sighed happily. Suddenly, he leant forward and pressed a kiss against her slit. She cried out at the unexpected sensation, then again as his long tongue parted her folds and began to lap at her core.

'You taste so good,' he grunted between licks, then his hand slid higher and he nudged one finger into her entrance. 'But you feel even better.'

'Draco, please, I need to - '

'You can move, Princess.' His words released the invisible bonds around her wrists, created by his threat from before. Her hands fell to twine through his hair as he sucked and nipped at her clit and two, then three long fingers filled her. He pumped in and out of her rapidly, closing his lips against her clit and sucking hard in time with his thrusts.

'Oh Gods ... Draco ... So good ... ' He continued his motions until she came, her hips snapping as she clenched around his fingers, his tongue now flat against her so that she stimulated herself with it as she writhed. Finally she stilled, and he stood to gather her in his arms, holding her as her knees buckled slightly under her.

'Alright, Granger?'

'Merlin, yes,' came the shaky reply, and he chuckled as he captured her lips again, pressing her body between his and the cold tile behind her. When she began to meet his passion through their kiss again, he reached down to grasp her thighs and hoisted them up around his hips, lifting her and using his own thighs and torso to keep her there. He freed one hand and reached between them, lining himself up, then letting her slide slowly down the wall, impaling her inch by inch. Her gasps caught in her throat as he filled her, her sensative pussy twitching in response to the sensation.

'Yes,' he hissed. 'Just how I imagined.' He thrust into her, slowly, powerfully, his eyes roaving over her as the water dribbled down her chest and between her breasts. He licked at the drops on her neck and face, then leaned forward and breathed in her ear, 'I would stroke myself, hard and fast, thinking about this, thinking about fucking you against this wall until you were trembling and screaming my name, and then I would paint the wall with my cum. This wall here, the one you're pressed against right now. So many times I came in my own hand, thinking of you.'

He pulled his head back and met her gaze again, and saw by her glazed eyes and the lip between her teeth that she was close.

'Go on, baby, let go,' he breathed, and she did, his name on her lips as she came. He bit into her shoulder and followed her, spilling large amounts of hot cum deep into her. Shaking, he lowered them slowly to the ground, her legs still round his waist, his softening cock still inside her. They kissed slowly, tiredly as the water fell on them, and finally he broke their kiss to smirk at her and whisper, 'Better than I ever imagined.'