Hermione watched as Malfoy carefully collected all his property deeds and cash into one neat pile and set it beside the game board, away from his play area. He stood up from his spot on the armchair and joined her on the sofa.

"So Granger. What will it be first; the kisses or the card?"

He was of course referring to the Get Out Of Jail Free card she had offered in addition to the three kisses in order to secure her first Monopoly win.

"Best be the kisses," she breathed, her eyes darting towards his mouth against her wishes. "I would want to make sure you have something to look forward to…" she inched closer to him on the sofa.

"... If they don't live up to…" She felt his breath against her lips, and she closed her eyes.

"their expectation."

Hermione pressed her lips to his gently, not moving, just resting, before pulling back.

"One," he whispered breathily.

She reached out for him again, this time placing her hands on his cheeks and moving her lips ever so softly against his. She felt him move back, the heat of his lips warming hers, and she suppressed a gentle moan as she pulled away.

"Two", he continued. Before she could recreate the kiss he moved suddenly, reaching past her body to grab the Get Out of Jail Free Card from the table. "And I will not be saving this for a consolation prize, thank you very much. Now, three."

Without warning, he grabbed both of her arms and pulled her onto his lap. She felt the crinkled cardstock press into her arm where he still held the little orange card in his hand, though that feeling quickly disappeared as soon as she felt his lips press against hers far more firmly and more demanding than the other two kisses.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into him, slanting her lips over his and sucking on them firmly. He nipped at her in return, and she felt her lips begin to swell under his ministrations. He groaned into her mouth and pushed her down more firmly onto his lap, using the tip of his tongue to trace and create an opening between her lips. Her nails dug into the delicate skin on the back of his neck, and his hands swept down her arms to rest firmly on her hips, keeping her in place.

Hermione clenched her thighs around his hips, searching for friction she wasn't sure she should be seeking from him. After all, she promised three kisses, nothing more. He was bound to pull away any second.

Just as predicted, his lips slowed their movement against hers and she felt the cool air as he pulled away. Instead of pulling back fully like she expected, however, she felt his hot lips trace down the side of her neck, licking and nipping until he found a spot that made her mewl in response. She felt his grin against her neck before he lapped and sucked, drawing gasps and groans from her. She felt his fingers on her hips extend and rub small circles on her inner thigh.

"So," she managed to breathe out. "Do I win now?"

Fuck, Hermione. Can you just not be so type A for one evening? What are you doing?

Draco chuckled and pulled his lips away from her neck. "Gods, you really are a swot, aren't you?" His thumbs didn't stop their small circles on the inside of her thighs, though, and the sensation seemed all the more encompassing now that he was no longer distracting her with his mouth.

"Yes, you win the game. Have all the money, the properties, etc. etc. Whatever you want." His right thumb inched closer to her core as he spoke and her breaths increased. "But if you're up for it, I can think of a game to end the night where I'm pretty confident we'll both win."

His thumb swiped over her pants against her clit as he finished his thought.

"Oh, fuck," she spoke aloud, instead of in her head like she had meant to. She ground herself down more firmly onto his hand and rocked her hips, far beyond any sense of propriety when his thumb was causing her to feel so inhibited. He hissed at her movement and moved his thumb away so she could grind on his covered cock. She could see a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he gripped her hips and helped her rock back and forth.

The sound of their clothing scratching against each other and their lusty moans were the only sounds for several minutes. Hermione felt as if her brain had melted and was leaking out of her ears. Their lips found each other once more for kiss number she had lost count, and they found a rhythm between the shifts of their hips and the caress of their mouths that was increasing in pace.

Hermione relished in the feeling of Malfoy's hips moving back against her own, and moaned each time his firm bulge pressed directly against her throbbing clit. She could feel the waves building in her core, that gentle heat rocking steadily upward, faster and faster. Malfoy's hips slowed and he gently - far too gently - continued rubbing her with his thumb.

She must have made a whining sound when he stopped because he explained "Granger, you have no idea how happy I would be to rip these trousers off and fuck you right here on this sofa. But if I am going to come tonight - and believe me, I will be coming tonight, either with or without your assistance - it's not going to be in the middle of Potter's living room while he and his wife are upstairs."

Oh no. She had, in between kiss number 2 and kiss number 3, somehow forgotten that they were still in Harry's house and that he and Ginny could come back down anytime, or that Ron could come back through the Floo to catch Hermione's great loss after all.

"Of course," she said, hips still moving against his thumb all on their own. "Yes, of course, not in Harry's house. Oh - mmm." Her thoughts turned to mush as he brushed against her perfectly, causing a ripple of electricity to shoot through her. Malfoy moved one hand from her hip to caress her right breast, massaging those currents deeper into her body while not stopping his slow rhythm on her clit in spite of his words suggesting they should slow down.

"We can go to mine," he suggested, resting his forehead on her collarbone and breathing her in. His index finger flicked lightly over her covered nipple and she moaned "Yes", unsure whether it was an answer to his suggestion or a desperate cry for more.

He paused his stroking briefly to start to unzip her trousers, pushing aside the thicker material and resuming his movement with only her underwear between them. Even though it still wasn't a direct touch, Hermione felt the jolt through her core as if it was and she immediately ground down on him again, feeling the pointed pressure of his thumb in addition to the hardness of his crotch.

"Yes, yes - let's go. Now."

Malfoy took his right arm - previously in use massaging her breasts - and wrapped it around her waist, holding her as he stood up. His left hand continued rubbing against her clit, more and more frantically. He spun them on the spot and Hermione squirmed at the sensation of apparition in addition to the nearly bursting pressure in her core. As soon as they landed, he immediately sat back down - Hermione had absolutely no idea on what, she had other things vying for her attention at this particular moment - and thrust his fingers inside her underwear to finally, finally rub against her throbbing clit directly.

She cried out and clenched her core tightly, feeling the emptiness inside as her orgasm was building. Not thinking clearly and used to helping herself in these situations, she pushed her own hand past the band of her underwear to slip her fingers inside her slick channel while still giving Malfoy room to continue his flicks. She moaned even deeper, and was fairly confident she heard him groan as well before she felt one, then two thicker fingers join her own in pumping inside.

Holy fucking shit this feels amazing.

His lips found hers once more, drinking in all of her moans and pleas for harder and faster, swallowing her requests before adjusting his pace to oblige. He curled his fingers, forcing hers to curl as well in front of his, and together they thrust against the front of her channel while his other hand continued rubbing and flicking.

She felt the tightness increasing in her core, each thrust of their fingers adding to it and each movement against her clit keeping her from catching her breath. She was on the precipice, she could feel it, and she knew that she could only last for a handful more strokes before she was pushed over the top.

His wet mouth left hers and found the spot on the side of her neck and sucked.

She felt her release burst. She tried to tell him with her words that she was coming but got stuck on the same syllable repeated over and over with every wave of her orgasm; "I - I - I - oh oh oh". She felt her muscles clench around both of their fingers, and felt them both try to fight against the pulses of her body to continue her pleasure as long as possible.

She felt gentle kisses on her neck and face as she slowly recovered from her quaking release. Malfoy's fingers were still inside her, and the other hand was moving up and down her arms and shoulders bringing her back into this realm of existence. She was pretty sure she didn't faint - that would be ridiculous - however her body felt like it was waking up from the most relaxed state she could remember in a long time.

"That was," she began, her voice croaky. Not knowing exactly how to describe the events that just transpired, she decided on "That was exactly what I needed."

Draco gave what seemed to start as a chuckle but turned into a moan. "I've needed this for so long," he began, starting to pump his fingers into her once more and thrusting up against his trousers in an attempt to get some friction against his aching bulge.

"I want to go nice and slow," he continued. "I want to lay you out on my bed and strip you naked and admire every last inch of your gorgeous body. I want to kiss you everywhere and tease you to the point where you're screaming my name - Draco, mind, not Malfoy."

The pace of his fingers increased inside her, and while she did feel a little tender she was surprised at how quickly those sparks of desire picked back up. She removed her fingers and started pushing back against him, voicing her approval of his movements.

"I want to lick you and make you come on my tongue. I want to play with your breasts and have you ride my thigh until you come. I want to push into you so incredibly slowly until you're writhing beneath me trying to make me go faster."

She was practically writhing now, rocking her hips faster and faster while he was talking. Oh gods, that voice and the things he was saying was almost like a new touch caressing her entire body.

He started unbuckling his trousers with one hand, and Hermione reached out with both of hers to assist. He growled and pushed up into her hands, not rocking or moving, just feeling the pressure of her warm hands against himself.

"Fuck. I want to do all of those things and I know I might only get this once chance with you, but holy fucking shit I don't think it's possible for me to go one more second without fucking you." He looked up into her eyes and bit his lip, suppressing another groan.

"Then don't," she challenged, cupping him with her hand and giving one light stroke to his covered cock.

He immediately removed his fingers from inside her and used both hands to free his cock. It sprang up between them, weeping at the tip. He gripped it with his palm as she shimmied her pants down just enough to let him slip in and turned around on his lap so he could push into her.

It took only a couple of seconds for him to line himself up with her entrance before he grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her down onto his throbbing cock.

She felt his groan through his chest and into her back as he pulled her fully flush against him. One arm went around her waist to flick at her clit again, although the attempts were significantly less coordinated than they were to start. He slipped in and out quickly, beyond the point of teasing and moving slowly and just working towards that beautiful ending.

She felt powerful knowing how much she apparently affected him, knowing that he could only wait as long as it took to pull her pants down to thrust into her and pump vigorously. She could feel herself building even more rapidly with those thoughts combined with Malfoy's harsh pants in her ear.

He lifted one of her legs under her knee to give them both more leverage and pumped even deeper. The angle of his thrusts changed just enough so that he was pumping in just that right spot again that caused spots to form behind her closed eyelids. Her breath picked up and she felt that tightness again, knowing she was close to coming again already and hoping he was able to keep going enough to help her come.

"I'm so close," she managed to whisper, desperate to have him be the one to bring her over the edge with his cock. She told him as much through staggered pants and whispers. She felt the first telltale tremors of her release starting and she again tried to tell Malfoy that she was coming with her words, but instead only managed a strangled cry before clenching down on him hard.

He managed two more rhythmic thrusts to push her fully into her orgasm before the staccato of his ride to orgasm took over. He bit into her shoulder and gripped both her hips while he buried his release deep inside of her. She could feel the throb of her orgasm competing against the throb of his inside her, and she smiled at the sensation.

She felt him relax behind her when he was done.

"Well that was not how I was hoping this would go, but I can't deny it was fucking fantastic." He brushed her hair off her neck as he spoke, peppering kisses against her throat. "Would have been better to see your face, or other parts of you for that matter."

That's true. He barely had a chance to see her before he drove inside.

Hermione slipped off of him and turned around on his lap. "Better?" she asked.

His cheeks were fully flushed now, and there was a glistening shine over his face and neck from his exertion. His hands and arms flopped beside him as if it was too much effort to hold them up.

"A bit better," he conceded. "Was really hoping to see it when I pushed inside you, though."

Unsure about how to proceed, Hermione eventually decided to go with the bravery that helped get her to this point in the first place.

"Maybe next time, then?"

She had meant it to be a flirty statement, but it flopped and came out more like a question.

He smiled lazily and nodded in agreement. "Next time." He lifted his heavy arms up around her and leaned them both backwards onto his bed, which she just realized was where they were sitting. She giggled when her back hit the comfortable mattress.

"What's so funny?" Malfoy asked.

"It's just that we were so close, literally sitting on the bed, and we still couldn't make it past fully clothed shagging on your lap."

"Maybe if I hadn't been imagining what's under your work robes for the past two years I could have managed to act more like a twenty-something year old man and not a bloody randy teenager, but here we are." He pulled her against him and kissed her, wrapping himself around her not unlike his dragon token from earlier wrapping itself around its treasure hoard. Their movements were slow and gentle, calming, drastically different from the frantic and building kisses from earlier in the evening.

Hermione pulled away slightly and asked, "Can you promise me something?"

He nodded at her, but not before giving her a questioning look. "Sure."

"Please, for the love of Merlin, can we not ever tell Harry, Ron and Ginny how I won my first and probably only game of Monopoly?"

He laughed, and it was such a genuine laugh she had to stop and appreciate it before it was gone. "Ok, I'll tell them that I could see it in your eyes that you're a sore loser by nature, so I threw the game in the last round just to avoid your wrath."

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe we can come up with something a little more believable?"

"That is believable. Not sure if you noticed but I had a hand over my wand in preparation for self defense in that last round."

Hermione abruptly sat up in the bed, leaving Malfoy to follow her up to continue the conversation. "That reminds me!" she said, her voice accusatory. "All those innuendos tonight, they were on purpose, weren't they? Tied to your desk, have you seen my dragon."

"I really haven't the foggiest what you're talking about, Granger. And what a strong reaction to the possibility - perhaps a bit hysterical?"

She could tell where he was going with this just by the look in his eye and the arch of his eyebrows.

"I've heard there's a lovely historic Muggle cure for that."

Bastard.