The next morning:

"Draco? What are you doing sleeping on the couch? And what happened to the table?" Harry asked his roommate. Drinking his coffee with an amused expression on his face. Looking at the pieces of wood scattered on the floor.

"Harry, don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to. Can you please make yourself scarce this morning?"

"If you've got a girl here, why wouldn't you be with her in your room? Didn't you go to a dark party last night?"

"Yes, please don't make me beg you to go? I promise you if she comes out and sees you here, it will be terrible."

"Fuck Malfoy! It's not Ginny is it?"

"No! Of course not! She's classified as a dark witch remember?"

"Oh gods." Harry said, a moment of realization coming to him. "It's… it's… Hermione isn't it?"

"Ten points to bloody Gryffindor." He mumbled before getting up and heading to his room. Leaving a stunned Harry Potter in the living room.

He quietly shut the door, looking with a frown at the sleeping girl on his bed. The naked sleeping girl by the way. He pinched the bridge of his nose, deciding what to do. First off, he had never been so sexually frustrated in his life.

It had taken her 4 orgasms to be rid of the potion through her endorphins, she refused her clothes afterwards, and refused his offer to escort her home so he could bloody masturbate in peace. He had also broken the table next to his couch to keep from agreeing with her pleas of shagging her senseless all over his apartment. She was very graphic and explicit as the night wore on. In fact he doubted he could ever get her filthy mouth out of his mind.

She stretched in front of him. Unknowingly revealing one of her breasts.

Draco stared and then he lost it.

"Damnit Granger! WAKE UP AND PUT ON SOME CLOTHES." He bellowed at her! Throwing her his old quidditch jersey and her underwear which surprisingly survived the night. Her dress did not.

Her eyes snapped open. Wide, with fear, and confusion, and embarrassment as she remembered all that transpired the night before. She pulled the covers up around her neck.

"OKAY! I'm up! I'll be out in a minute."

"I'd wear clothes if I were you! Your dear friend Potter is out there, not that he hasn't seen it all before, I'd assume. Who knew you were such a slag Granger."

"HOW DARE YOU! You know nothing about me or my past relationships. Just because a women is in control of her sexuality, does NOT mean she's a slag. And furthermore, if I wanted to shag every, wizard AND muggle in all of Europe, I bloody well would, without any ounce of shame. How many people have YOU shagged Malfoy? And don't you dare judge ME! It's been over a year since I even HAD AN ORGASM YOU BLOODY BASTARD."

They stared at one another, glaring, and breathing heavy, before Draco slammed open his door and burst through scaring poor Harry half to death as he watched on from the bar stool at the kitchen counter.

"Didn't go so well this morning Malfoy?" He grinned.

"Fuck Potter! She's your friend. You deal with her. He threw floo powder into the fireplace screaming, "Malfoy Manor."

—

"Hermione," Harry knocked on Draco's bedroom door.

"I know you're in there so you might as well come out and talk to me. You can't apparate out of here and the floo is in the living room. There's no escaping this conversation." He quietly sipped his coffee. Amusement growing as he tried not to laugh.

"Fucking Harry Potter," Hermione grumbled to herself. Throwing on Draco's jersey and pulling up her panties. Luckily the jersey was long enough to give her modesty. She walked out to the living room to see a grinning Harry drinking his coffee on the couch.

"Good morning." He said brightly. "Sleep well? I'm holding my coffee because the table is broken for some reason. Do you have any idea what happened to it?" He was almost laughing now and Hermione wanted to kill him.

"It's not what you think, and it's not funny," she said trying not to laugh from embarrassment and shame. She hid her face in her hands.

"The drink was a lust potion and I had too much. Draco and I were matched and he brought me back here to fix the problem. End of story." She said.

"Oh Draco is it?" He smiled knowingly. " and yes but how did you drink too much of the potion? They only let you have one? And it's certainly not the end of the story. I kind of gather you'll need to be married within the year? Right? Like Daphne and me?"

"Oh Merlin! I forgot all about the marriage law. What am I going to do?" She buried her head in the couch.

"Can I ask you something?" He looked at her solemnly, "did, um, did Ginny get matched?"

"Oh my God. I don't know! I need to get home and talk to her. I'm sorry I've shut you out these last few months. I know none of this is your fault. I'll go to lunch with you and Daphne this week, to get to know her. I apologize for my behavior."

"Interesting."

"What?"

"Nice deflection. Taking my mind off what happened here last night to avoid talking about Draco." He sipped his coffee again.

"Oh Merlin Harry. You can be such a prick. I am not talking about last night. I haven't even processed it yet. Where did he go?"

"Malfoy Manner, you know, your future in laws' house. Probably your future house come to think of it. I believe he has to move back in when he gets married."

Narcissa… and Lucius. Fuck it all to hell.

"I have to go. Please don't tell anyone okay? I want to handle this myself. And… try to calm him down. You are his roommate after all."

Harry chuckled at her. "Considering he let you borrow his jersey I'm sure things will be perfectly fine. I grabbed it once by mistake and he almost hexed my bollocks off. Funny how that's what he gave you to wear. Something with his name on the back. Seems a little possessive to me." He sipped his coffee again.

She was turning red before his eyes.

"I'll talk to you later this week, if I don't leave now I may murder the chosen one."

"And I'm the one who's considered a dark wizard," he smiled kissing her cheek as she turned to leave.

—

Draco entered Malfoy Manor in a huff. Hurriedly going to the stairwell to try to escape to his room before anyone noticed him. If he didn't take care of this pent up frustration, he was going to end up in Azkaban.

"Oh Draco darling!" Narcissa entered the room.

"I thought I heard the floo. Will you be joining us for breakfast? I can't wait to hear all about the party? Were you matched? I can't wait to meet her! We need every moment to plan the wedding you know. Only a year to plan, can you imagine…"

"Mother, if you don't mind, I am tired. I will have to excuse myself until lunch. I promise I'll tell you all about it then."

He excused himself quickly to a wide eyed Narcissa.

He would pay for this later he knew, but he couldn't take it anymore. He needed relief. Now.

He hurried into his bathroom turning on the shower and stripping off his clothes. His eyes lingered on the love bites that scattered his neck, and the scratches on his shoulder and back. At least he got to kiss her. At least he got to touch her. At least he got to make her come repeatedly while she screamed HIS name and orgasmed into HIS wand. He debated never washing his wand but knew that wouldn't do. He would always have the memories at least. He doubted he could ever look at the thing again without seeing her clit pressed up against it.

He stepped into the shower, letting the warmth wash over him. Remembering how she begged him to fuck her. How she wanted to put her mouth on him. How he didn't let her like a complete idiot. How she moaned his name and held onto him tightly, while kissing every inch of his body she could get to. He thought about her body, her responsiveness, and the feel of her skin underneath his hands and mouth and tongue. She was exquisite. She was his. His soon to be wife. He thought about the next time. How he would bury himself into her and not let her out of his bed for a whole weekend. He imagined her begging to suck him off again, and then in his mind her mouth was on him. It was so hot. So intimate, her tongue licking, her mouth groaning as she sucked and then Merlin! He came. His rinsed off and headed to bed. A whole night trying to make a witch come was exhausting after all.

—

Hermione stepped out of the floo and prayed Ginny was still in her room. No such luck.

"Why hello Hermione. What a nice jersey you're wearing. Whatever happened to my purple dress?"

The redhead was beaming at her, drinking her coffee just like her stupid ex boyfriend had done just moments ago.

"Ginny. How are you? Did you get matched? Tell me all about your night?" She tried to avoid her by hurrying into her room to hide in her bathroom where she could shower Malfoy off of her.

"Oh no you don't!" Ginny yelled running after her beating her to the bathroom door.

"You can shower after I've heard every detail about what happened last night. I look over to see you and Malfoy running out of the party. Then you aren't home when I get home, and when you finally do come home, you have love bites all over your neck, you're wearing his clothes, and you reek of shame. Satisfaction. But shame as well. Now spill. For every detail you tell me, I'll tell you a detail about my night in return." She waggled her eyebrows brazenly.

"Okay fine. The potion was a lust potion. And I had 3 glasses of it. Accidentally."

"Merlin. Just how horny were you?"

"Nope! I told you a detail. Now you tell me one." She grinned mischievously at Ginny.

"Fine, okay. I was matched with Neville."

"WHAT! Sweet darling Neville? I have to know everything!" They continued back and forth until they were shouting random facts at each other.

"Neville told me he always had a crush on me."

"Malfoy wanted to be respectful so he wouldn't have sex with me."

"Neville made out with me outside the loo"

"Malfoy kisses like a God."

"Neville brought me to his place last night"

"Malfoy gave me four orgasms"

"Neville has a gigantic penis"

"Malfoy made his wand vibrate"

"What like his dick? Oh sorry. Neville and I had sex 3 times."

"Malfoy broke a table to keep himself from having sex with me."

"Neville is taking me on a date tonight."

"Malfoy stormed out this morning after calling me a slag and I haven't talked to him since." Hermione teared up at this.

"Oh Hermione. Enough of this. Tell me what happened. How did you leave things."

"So we never talked about anything to do with the marriage law. I don't know when I'll see him again. He was so frustrated and angry with me. He woke me up screaming, and stormed out after calling me a slag." She was full on crying now. Over stupid Malfoy and his stupid way he got under her skin.

"Hermione, what were you doing when he woke you up yelling? Did you sleep in the same bed?"

"No. He slept on the couch and then came in, and I mean, I was naked, I think my boob was showing, but I was sound asleep! It's not like I could help it. Gods he probably hates me. He yelled at me and then I screamed at him. After everything he did for me last night. He didn't take advantage of me at all. He just made sure I was physically taken care of. Then he let me stay in his bed."

"Hermione he clearly wanted you sexually and deprived himself all night. That seems pretty frustrating. Then he came to wake you up and you were naked, and he still couldn't have you. That's why he yelled at you. I'm sure he's had a nice good wank and will owl you later."

"Ginny! Don't be so crude. It was not because of sex. He probably just realized how miserable he's going to be with me when he marries me."

"Oh it was about sex. It's always about sex. You'll see. By the way, please don't tell Harry about Neville. I want to tell him myself. I understand now how it was with Daphne. I think I forgive him."

"Good. Ginny. I think that's really mature of you."

"Neville is just that good in bed." She winked

They both laughed. Hermione finally took a shower. It felt amazing to be clean again. She was wrapped in a towel. She nervously made sure Ginny had gone to her room for a while and then she figured what the hell, before tugging on his quidditch jersey again. It smelled just like him and she couldn't help herself for wearing it one last time. She hopped into bed to sleep the rest of the day away dreaming of the way she felt in his arms.