A/N This will be your one and only warning! ;) From here on in, the smut is going to be very smutty. Ive rated this M for a reason. There will be dirty talk that includes swearing. The confession Draco makes at the end of this chapter DOES take this story where it implies. I don't want to spoil the story so I'm not going to post another warning or detail exactly what is going to happen because to me that is silly. I've set this up as a reveal for a reason. If you are sensitive to these issues stop reading now. There is no violence (no more so than in my previous stories) and there is no non or dub con issue. But if you also dont like the idea of Hermione being willing, then this story is not for you. Please be kind in your reviews as I love constructive criticism. Enjoy :)

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Walking into their room, she found him slamming about in temper. He roughly shoved case files into his briefcase before throwing it at the closet. He glared at her as he walked past her on his way to the shower. Her face remained calm.

"Draco, what is the matter?" she asked, her tone even.

"Leave it the fuck alone Hermione" he ground out, taking off his shoes.

"No, I want to talk about this. What is wrong?" she continued, refusing to raise her voice.

He ignored her dropping his clothes into a crumpled mess on the floor before stalking into the bathroom and slamming the door for good measure.

Hermione walked in.

"Don't ignore me, I am trying to talk to you" she stated as she closed the bathroom door and non verbally cast a silencio. With their track record and his mood this could get very loud very quickly.

"And I am trying to take a fucking shower so back the fuck off!" he yelled.

Hermione opened the shower door, frustration laced with building anger etched onto her face.

He glared at her for a moment. Then he took hold of her by the wrist and dragged her into the shower with him. She gasped at the sudden shock of water hitting her face as her hair and clothes drenched. Draco covered her open mouth with his and forcefully kissed her. For a moment she didnt respond, her mind reeling from the shock of his sudden actions. Then, feeling her arousal building, she kissed him back, equally roughly. He bit her lip causing her to moan as she wound her fingers into his hair. He slammed her against the tiles, pressing his body to hers, eliciting another moan. Growling at her in response, he kissed and bit her neck under her earlobe down to her shoulder. Ripping the flimsy top she wore in two with his bare hands, he discarded the sodden fabric before mauling her breasts as she whimpered under his touch. Dropping to his knees, he pulled her light cotton shorts and her little thong down roughly, grabbing her ankles one at a time to help her step out of them. He roughly pressed his tongue to her slit, biting down on her clit. The unexpected action caused her to climax immediately and he moaned into her skin as he lathed her slit, drinking down her taste. He came up to whisper in her ear as he pressed into her.

"Does flirting with Blaise turn you on?" he asked her. Hermione wasnt sure how to respond. She looked at his eyes, lidded with passion and lust and dared the truth.

"Yes" she replied, looking away.

He grabbed her chin and brought her face back to his, kissing her deeply as he thrust into her, before wrapping her legs round him.

"Mine" he told her. "Say it"

She didn't say anything.

He slammed her body into the tiles as he thrust deeply and she cried out in pleasure.

"Say it" he commanded.

"Yours" she moaned.

He rocked his hips and brought his thumb round to her clit, brushing over it.

"Please" she begged, writhing under his caress.

He touched her until she came undone, moaning his name as she shuddered around him.

"So wanton" he remarked with a sly grin before driving himself to a tile shattering orgasm.

They collapsed in a breathless heap of limbs in the bottom of the shower, offering each other gentle nips and kisses as the water continued to beat down on them.

Draco wiped the damp curls from her forehead, his thumb stroking her cheek as her warm hazel eyes fixed on his misty grey gaze.

"When you flirt with Blaise, right in front of me it drives me quite literally insane" he quietly told her. "But knowing that he turns you on...Merlin woman, that's a massive turn on that I cannot explain" he sighed. "I don't get jealous because I don't trust either of you. Of course I trust you, and he is my brother. It just ignites this possessive fire in me, Hermione" he confessed, closing his eyes.

She brought her hands to his face and pressed her lips to his.

Finally he stood, helping her up, and grabbing her shampoo began to lather her hair. She relaxed into his touch as he peppered kisses across her shoulder, massaging her scalp. She moaned with each caress as he rinsed her hair, kissing under her chin as she tilted her hair back.

He eased her out of the shower, wrapping a blue Egyptian cotton towel around her before picking her up bridal style and carrying her over to their bed. Laying down beside her, he pulled her to him and she melted into his body as he wrapped his arm around her.

Lightly brushing her fingertips across his forearm, the pair soothed each other with gentle words and touches. Hermione understood Draco better than he thought. His possessive lust driven passions were something she craved as much as his sensuous soft touches. Their trust in each other was forged by a relationship founded in shared trauma and whispered confessions in the dark. She knew, even before he did, that he loved her unconditionally and he knew this was fiercely reciprocated.

He summoned the covers, pulling them up around them both as he pressed little kisses into her neck and shoulder as she pressed her body into his. As they drifted between states of consciousness, he wondered if it was normal to derive as much lust from idea of your girlfriend with your best friend as he apparently did.