I guess that the first thing that I have to do is apologize for my absence. I am way past my scheduled date – and I have excuses, but I will not annoy you with them. Instead I post this nice sort of lengthy chapter.i had to stop it where i did because otherwise it would have gone on too long.

WARNING – quite a bit of solo lemons in this chapter but the story is rated M so... if you do not want to read M rated things scroll three quarters of the way down :)

There are many things that have changed between Draco and I in the last few weeks. Namely the Connection between us.

The ability to sense his presence has begun coming much more naturally to me. He used to be able to stand in the corner of the room for hours before I noticed him standing there, but not now. Now I can tell as soon as he enters a hundred meter radius of my body.

Sensing him has become much more aggravating on top of the new ability to locate him. There is a little part of my brain that taps into his feelings; I imagine it to be much less than what he feels of me, but it is still there.

And I have to say that while feeling the waves of love that he releases, this connection – though intimate – has started to be the bane of my existence.

Now, if you do not have one of these connections, I imagine that this will be hard to understand. There is the slight issue that all of his pleasure gets released into my body as he experiences it – *Cough* like when he is in the shower *Cough*Cough* touching something or other *Cough*.

So as I sit here in the library, a nice large – totally un-arousing – tome resting in my lap, I happen to find myself incredibly aroused. Yes, I, Hermione Granger, arch my back as Draco experiences something insanely pleasurable and I feel the dampness in my knickers increase.

Oh Fuck, Draco, Stop it.

Seriously, Draco!

Cut it out!

Shit my legs are shaking, Oh holy fuck!

"Miss Granger," Shit!

Lucius Malfoy stands in the doorway of the library.

I am going to kill you!

Seriously, you are going to die.

Clenching my legs in an attempt to wade through the sensations in my body to try and focus on my fiancés father as he looks me over like I am demented – even though the only thing I can think of is imagining the feel of Draco's 'you know' as it slides into my body over and over and over and over again – I manage to nod and ask him to join me.

Stupid cow, should have told him you were busy.

Stupid.

Stupid!

Holy Shit!

Just about keeping a moan inside of my head, I incline my head and ask Lucius Malfoy what I can help him with. "Well, Narcissa is getting increasingly anxious about the wedding, but she didn't want to broach the subject with Draco again, not after last time," Here he pauses to cast me a cold look – like I have sudden control over the enigma that is his son and it is my fault that a grown man has his own ideas/ life – and then he continues, "So I came to ask about it."

The words may be pleasant but the tone was far from it. "She can do whatever she wants," I manage to gasp out, the tension in my stomach doubles tenfold and I can feel myself climbing higher and higher.

Boy Draco does have quite some stamina.

I look at the clock; fifteen minutes have passed since the first feeling. Hurry the fuck up, Draco!

I arch my hips, pushing myself into the couch to try and still the quivering of my body as Draco continues. You are fucking DEAD!

Lucius gives me a pitying look that just shouts that he thinks there are a few screws loose in my head, and gets up to leave.

He makes into to the door before the gasps start escaping from my lips. As soon as I hear him down the corridor I jump up and slam the library door shut and push my trousers and knickers down past my ankles. The cold air of the room hits my shivering clit and cases another rush of pleaser to shoot to the apex of my thighs.

I am about to touch myself.

In Draco Malfoy's library.

Serves him fucking right!

That is my last coherent thought as I reach my fingers between my legs and pull some of the ample liquid to my clit with my fingers. Sinking into the warm embrace of the closest chair, I thrust my hips forwards and begin circling the little bundle of nerves with two fingers.

Shit.

Fuck!

For all that is holy, Draco please let me finish soon.

"Oh Fuck," I realise that I said the last expletive out loud and I clamp my lips together in a vain attempt to be quiet as I continue to pleasure myself. "Oh yes!"

Ohmigod!

Ohmigod.

Somewhere in the back of my mind it registers that I can no longer feel Draco's pleasure, only own, but I don't care as I push myself closer and closer to the edge.

I don't even hear the door open as I reach my free hand under my shirt to clutch at my breast, pulling and twisting my nipple between my fingers. My hand continues to press quick circles around my clit and I thrust my hips to some unknown rhythm as I feel my body tensing in wait for the final push over the edge.

"Oh!" I growl out as I gush over my hand, coating the chair in my juices as they readily flow from my pussy with the orgasm that rocks through my body.

"Do you really think that the library is the place for this?" my head snaps up and I clamber to shut my legs from his burning gaze, grabbing my knickers from the floor and pulling them back up my legs as I feel my cheeks tinge red. "I was worried when I felt you... you know..."

"You felt me?!" I ask incredulously, annoyed at his assumption that this was a one way street! "Fuck you, Draco!"

His eyes widen in shock, looking at me with those grey pools he calls eyes, he asks, "What are you talking about?" flicking his head, his blond hair moves from his eyes and he glares at me, I refuse to feel any embarrassment considering that it is all his fault anyway!

I grab my trousers from the floor and pull them back over my quivering legs – and I have to fight the urge to moan as the seam presses deliciously into my already aroused body. "Well, there might be something you forgot to mention, my love," I tell him, zipping up my jeans and flicking the button before realising that his eyes are following the path of my fingers as they cover the intimate area that I was just fondling. "And have a think about it, if you could feel me, what do you think I was feeling as you were upstairs taking a shower and touching yourself with vigour."

"You could feel that," He asks, and finally has the decency to look mildly embarrassed.

"Yes, did I also mention that your father stopped round," I tell him, "While you were pleasuring yourself, might I add, now not only does he hate the ground I walk on, but he also thinks that I am mentally deficient..." I trail off, "Oh shit!"

"What?"

"Oh fuck!"

Draco look at me, mildly miffed as he has to ask again, "What?"

"Your dad knows!" I half yell, clutching as his shower robe with my cum covered fingers – I realise then that he can probably smell my arousal and the look in his eyes has me gushing again as he surveys my hands with a hungry look. "He obviously has experienced this before, so he must have known!"All I receive from Draco is a laugh that has me pushing on his chest, "This is not funny!" I yell, then an idea pops through my head and I suck my still soaked fingers into my mouth, before withdrawing them slowly and pressing my lips to his, caressing his tongue with my own and letting him taste my arousal before pulling sharply away and walking to the door.

His eyes are black as they survey me and I shake my hips with every step; serves him right! "I'm going to get you back, Draco, just you wait." I tell him, smirking in a way that I stole from him – even though I know that there is no way that it could ever look as good on him as it does on me – and then walking out of the room to go and have a shower.

The next time, a week later, I begin the little connection that we share. Blaise, Theo, Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey are around for dinner and I decide that this is the perfect time to exact my revenge. All through dinner I am the ideal fiancé, I ask questions and am completely engaging with his friends, and I know just when to excuse myself – it was made easier considering that I worked with all of them.

I tell Draco that I will be upstairs and I have to bite my tongue to stop the smirk that threatens the ruin my plan, holding onto the banister that winds its way up the stairs, I turn around and wave at Draco before disappearing into our bedroom.

I give him five minutes. I have never been very happy with the idea of touching myself; unless I am super aroused already I find it hard to find the right way to do it so that it feels amazing.

After speaking to Ginny about my problem, she decided to hand me a stack of 'magazines' and had dutifully folded a page down to hint at exactly what I should do. Fleur laughed when she found out my predicament and told me that she would have ripped off Bill's balls if he tried something like that.

The page Ginny folded down – and now that I think about this, it is all a little weird that I have been discussing these sorts of self pleasuring techniques with my friends – talk about some sort of shower technique.

Basically; just spray and hold.

Spray and hold.

Spray and hold.

Ok, you can do this, it's just ... spray and hold. Oh, and AIM! Aiming is important. Much more important that the spraying or the holding.

Ok, spray, hold and aim!

Right I think we have all got it now!

Shut up!

I cannot believe that I am ARGUING with MYSELF!

I fill up the bath a little – otherwise it would be too cold... we have to plan ahead here! – and take the detachable showerhead from the holder. I cannot believe that I am doing this!

I twist the knob until it reads 'pulse', the massaging one and lie down in the tub. I cannot believe that I am doing this.

Basically, the gist I gathered was that you had to aim it at your clit; and when I do, oh holy mother of Merlin does it feel like heaven!

Arching my hips, I hold myself in direct line of the spray, bucking my body and trying to push myself closer to the peak. Eventually, it stops being about Draco and payback altogether. Rotating my hips, the spray makes little circles on my clit, and I imagine it is Draco's tongue; licking and sucking and nibbling until I come apart in waves of ecstasy that flow through me.

I keep it trained on my sensitive nub, not able to let go of the pleasure riding through me just yet as I fall apart in an earth shattering orgasm. I find that I cannot stop; I ride through it, keeping the pulse trained directly on my clit and push myself up on my unoccupied hand thrusting my hips and feeling the pleasure build once more. All of a sudden Draco's pleasure mixes with my own; I can feel him now in the back of my mind. He must have relieved himself to sort out his little problem.

I smile to myself and then all thought of what Draco may or may not be doing downstairs is shoved out of my mind as I begin to imagine him here with me; here holding me firmly in his grasp as he thrusts unrelentingly into my tight pussy, here circling my clit with his finger as he pumps continuously into my body. I keen, falling back on my shaking arm and gripping the side of the bathtub as I collapse with sensation.

I know that I am going to receive a telling off later, but right now, I couldn't care less because I am so exhausted and pleasured and alive that every little bit of my body feels hypersensitive.

"You made your point," Draco says, watching me from the doorway and walking into the bathroom to pick me up. He holds my naked form to his chest, lifting me out of the bath and walking me to our room before dropping me on the bed.

"I want you so bad, Draco."

"Three months, that is all." He says, kissing my forehead and leaving me to get dressed on y own as he goes back down to entertain his friends.

The next two months are the worst of my entire life. Narcissa Malfoy is like a bomb; destructive, unrelenting, painful are the three words that I would associate with her.

Our rapport has not progressed from enemies. We are still lodged firmly within that category and I do not foresee any development in our relationship in the near future – apart from the fact that I might strangle her, no progression – and she has been making more and more appearances as the days to Draco and I's wedding dwindle.

Holding my head high, I ignore the fact that the tailor adjusting my gown seems to have it in for me (there are only so many times that a pin can slip without it being deliberate) and admire the dress that Narcissa has forced on me.

If I have to be honest – and I do so begrudgingly – she does that some taste, but being in her presence is like being tortured with a hot poker... scathing jabs included.

Narcissa has decided that tomorrow, will be the day that we choose the bridesmaids dresses; in France. She gives me a 6 AM rise and shine time; who needs to be up at 6 AM to be ready for shops that open at 9? Narcissa Malfoy does because there is an hour time difference between France and the United Kingdom which apparently makes all the difference in the world.

Beep!

Beep!

BEEP!

I smash my hand over the alarm clock, six AM it reads. I have a throbbing headache from going to bed too late the night before and then having to wrench my body out of bed at six fricking AM. It is not like we even have to get a flight.

We are taking a PORTKEY! Two second travel!

I sit up, I wash, I get dressed.

Every action has to be completed as if it is the last action in a sequence; every action has to bring a reward if I am going to get through this. So, I just keep reminding myself that every action brings me closer to the last action of the day. Every painful movement brings me closer to what I want. What I need. A good night's rest.

The morning passes with a fog, I can't seem to remember what I have done. I find myself sitting at the table and eating breakfast without being able to recall how I had gotten there – Draco sits glaring at me, I forced him to wake up at the same time as me. If I have to go through the pains of his mother, than he should go through them with me.

My feet feel like lead bricks as I make my way across the stone yard at seven AM to where the she devil is waiting for me in her snakeskin heels and white tunic on black jeans. Apparently she has progressed enough for muggle clothing to be suitable!

A muggleborn fiancé for her son however, you ask?

No fucking way!

I hope that it has not been two disappointing; feel free to yell at me for my absence, but please review to tell me what you think. this chapter was a bit risque but i think that they were lacking a little in the smut department :)