Chapter Two for you. Prepare for the FAST burn! :)

Friday, November 19, 2004 - Evening

Hermione followed Fleur into the front door, and grabbed her jacket as Fleur opened the door, ushering him inside. Hermione turned to greet him, and internally smirked at the surprised look on his face. "Hello Malfoy. I'm ready to go." She turned to Fleur, "Thanks for keeping me company. Stay as long as you want, I know the kids won't miss you for a few hours. I'll see you on Sunday for dinner." she kissed the other witch's cheek as she slipped on her coat.

Malfoy still hadn't said anything, so she turned to him. "Good evening, Malfoy. Where are we going this evening?"

"I-uh…" he trailed off.

"Cat got your tongue, Malfoy?" she chuckled.

"Yes, a bloody Lion," he grumbled as he held out his arm to escort her to the apparition point. "We're going to a Muggle restaurant, Le Gavroche. I've only been a few times but-"

"Malfoy! That's a bloody famous restaurant. It's like top 50 in the world! Even if we're doing well, I can't aff-"

"You will not be paying the bill, Granger. This is my apology dinner," he said quickly. When she looked over at him, he had a flight flush on his cheeks. "Trust me, the Malfoys would be rolling in their grave knowing that I'm spending the fortune at a Muggle Restaurant with a Muggleborn as my da…te…" he sort of trailed off awkwardly when he realised he'd called this a date.

"Are you always this…fumble-y?" she asked with a chuckle.

"No I'm bloody not!" he said, attempting to cover his embarrassment with anger. "I'm just quite nervous. It's not every day the Golden Girl agrees to dinner and you have to apologize for how big of a wanker you were when you were children and then how you didn't help her during a fucking torture session!"

By this point they'd stopped walking and he was all but shouting at her. "Ah, there he is. I was wondering if Draco Malfoy would be making an appearance or if I'd be stuck with his much more timid cousin," she said primly. She turned and made her way to the apparition point, Apparating away to the point nearest Le Gavroche without him.

Seconds later, she heard him apparate in and rush to catch up with her, pulling her to a stop. "Granger! Stop! I'm sorry, I- I shouldn't have shouted. I'm just quite nervous. I've been planning this for years and I- this isn't how I thought it would go."

She nodded curtly and gestured for them to continue. They finished the walk to the door in silence. When he opened the door for her she entered quietly. They made their way to the host stand and Malfoy gave his name. The hostess, a young Black woman, looked between the two of them and raised her eyebrows at Hermione in a "Well Done!" look.

Hermione smirked as she followed the hostess to their table. When they sat down, Hermione watched as Malfoy adjusted in his seat awkwardly. "Why is everyone bloody staring at us?" he asked quietly. "They shouldn't know who we are."

"Oh it has nothing to do with the War," she said with an eye roll, "It's to do with the fact that you're a very obviously attractive, wealthy White man and I'm an average looking Black Woman."

"Average!?" he asked, his mouth falling in shock. "You're not average, Granger. You're the most beautiful woman in here. What does the colour of our skin have to do with anything? Would you like to leave? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Malfoy, this is nothing. I've been having people stare at me for my skin colour since I was born. While the Wizarding World has Blood Prejudice, the Muggle one has Racial Discrimination. It's much better, but no one was ever comfortable with my parents either," she ended with a shrug.

"Well that's preposterous! Our Bloody Minister is Black! Skin colour is just- oh," he cut himself off abruptly. "I see, this is the perfect segue then."

Hermione just looked at him, choosing not to say anything.

"I have here," he said, pulling out a piece of parchment, "a list of every grievance I could think of, with Theo and Blaise's help. I plan on apologising for each one."

She just nodded with a raised eyebrow. What followed had to be the longest list she'd ever conceived. He apologised for everything from seeing her in First Year and being drawn to her and then ruthlessly mocking everything about her when he'd found out her Blood Status to getting Buckbeak sentenced to death. He talked about how he'd started to question his Father's beliefs after he saw what was happening at the World Cup. He then went into detail about how he'd failed to protect her from Bellatrix.

He must have ordered the Chef's Dinner because plate after plate, with wine pairings, came throughout his monologue. When he'd finally finished, Hermione opened her mouth. "Thank you for the well thought out speech, Malfoy. I forgive you, if you ever make a derogatory comment about my Blood Status, physical appearance, or knowledge of the Wizarding World again I will hex your bollocks off."

He gulped but nodded. "Of course, Granger, I would never and I meant what I said at the beginning of the meal, you're the most beautiful woman here."

She snorted, "I know that I clean up well, but let's not go overboard there Malfoy. There are supermodels here." Before he could retort, she continued, "Let's talk about something more interesting." The rest of the meal was taken up with conversation about the most interesting cases he'd consulted on and some of the new potions and charms he'd been creating. He had specialised in Healing after Hogwarts and had gained both a Potions and Charms Mastery so that he could pursue Healing instead of Hurting.

When the final course was cleared off their table, he helped her into her coat, and held out his arm to her. The wine must have gotten to her, because she found herself giggling at his snide remark about the condescending look an older couple had directed their way.

When they got to the Apparition point by her flat, she turned to him. "Would you like to get a drink?" she asked. "I-uh there is a pub nearby that…" when he just stared at her with his mouth agape, she flushed, "Oh uhm nevermind, I, we can just part wa-" she began to walk away until she heard him call out.

"No! I-I would love to have a drink with you, I was just surprised that you'd want to have a drink with me."

She chuckled and patted her braids. Understanding, Patience, and Power.

"Well for some reason, I do, let's go, Malfoy, chop chop!" she led the way to her favourite pub. It had a very cosy feel and she found her way to a table in the back, ordering two Gin & Tonics as she passed the bar.

When they sat, she sort of grinned at him. "So, tell me about the most scandalous Cursed Objects in your Manor. Anything shocking?"

He chuckled and then began to list all the absurd things that his ancestors had stored over the years. A Chamberpot that sang when you used it, a piano that would never tune, and a portrait that radiated freezing cold drafts.

"But why would they keep those things?" she laughed, throwing her head back. "The wealthy are the same in the Muggle and Wizarding World, keeping and collecting silly things just to say they can."

Malfoy smiled at her a bit sheepishly. "I, well I don't want you to think that I live there anymore, it has ancestral wards so I can't get rid of it…"

"Thank Godric you don't live there by yourself in that gigantic place!" she shuddered. "Do you live in London?"

"I have a flat near the City Center, I can see Big Ben from my windo-"

She gasped. "Malfoy you have to show me. I've always wanted to see what it's like up in those flats. There is no way I could ever afford them!"

He stood and held out his hand, "Come on then, let's get you a front row seat to the Thames." She looked down at her drink, debating, and then found her Gryffindor courage, threw back the remainder of her drink and stood, grasping his hand. Once they'd gotten to the alley, he apparated them away.

They appeared in his foyer, she slipped off her heels and followed him into the open space. She looked around at the windows looking out over London at night. She stood in front of the window staring at the cars driving past. "Mum and Dad always loved to play the tourist on weekends. We'd come down here and pretend to be from some other place, acting like we'd never been before," she said, palm pressed against the window.

"Losing your parents is… hard," he said softly, handing her a glass of something as he came to her side. "I don't miss Lucius, but Mum…"

Hermione tore her eyes away from the view and looked at his profile illuminated by the lights as she sipped her drink. It was spicy, but warmed her as she went down. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was his energy, but he seemed to glow in the lights. She reached out and grasped his hand. "Do you think it gets easier?" she whispered.

He squeezed her hand and shook his head, finally turning to her. "Granger, have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?" he said softly.

"You may have mentioned it," she blushed, "but I'm not-"

"You are." He reached up and ran his thumb along her cheek. "I've wanted to tell you since Sixth Year. I-"

"But you thought it was too late?" she whispered.

"It was, but now you're here, in my home… Granger can I…" he turned away, finished the rest of his drink as he started walking toward the kitchen.

"Draco," she said softly. He stopped. "Ask."

He turned slowly and looked at her, "Say it again," it was almost a growl.

"Wh-" she stopped and looked at him, watching her hungrily. She drained the rest of her glass and smirked at him. "Draco?"

He quickly stepped into her, crowding her against the glass. "Granger, can I kiss you?" she looked up at him and nodded.

At first he brushed his lips against her softly, then when she returned his movement, he pressed against her more firmly, pushing her back against the glass. Both of the glasses were floated to the nearest table as their movements quickly became heated. Hermione found herself pressed against the glass, his leg between her thighs, while his hand gripped her thigh against him and his other was at the nape of her neck.

"Gods, this can't be real," he groaned against her lips.

She ground her core against his pant leg and moaned into him. He trailed kisses down her neck, sucking at her pulse point. "Granger, tell me to stop."

"Don't stop. Draco, please," she whined. He ran his hand down her cleavage, against her nipples.

"This fucking dress, Granger. You're killing me. Seeing you in green…" he mumbled against her neck. She pulled him back up to her mouth and began kissing him again, ripping his shirt open so she could feel his skin beneath her hands. She pushed against him, until he fell onto his couch. She straddled his lap pulling at the back of his neck so that he was closer. His hands went to her hips and ground her down against him. "Please let me touch you, Granger."

"Yes please touch me," she murmured through their kisses. His hands went under her skirt, skating up her thighs. He kept his right hand firmly on her hips, but slid his left against her knickers.

"Gods are you this wet for me, Granger?" He groaned as he felt her. "Oh you are, aren't you?" he pushed aside her knickers and ran his long fingers through her folds, brushing against her clit. She threw her head back at the sensation, and whimpered when he pulled away. She looked down and watched him lick her off of his fingers. "You taste so good. Will you let me taste you?" he asked, looking up at her.

She nodded, biting her lip, and suddenly found herself with her back on his couch and him between her thighs. He pulled her knickers off, but she didn't see where they went and all of a sudden he was everywhere. He ran his tongue up and down her slit, and then focused on her clit.

"Please, Draco, I need you, please."

"What do you need, Princess?" he asked, in a husky voice.

"Your fingers, your cock, anything!" With that he thrust two fingers into her groaning against her tightness.

"Gods Princess you're so tight, aren't you? Oh I can feel you clenching against my fingers, you're so perfect, so good," she felt herself clench subconsciously at his praise. "Yeah, you like that, you like when I tell you how good you are, Princess?"

"Uh huh, yes, please Draco. More!" He began to thrust a bit faster, and then was slipping a third finger in and licking at her clit faster.

"Please, Draco, please. I'm so close. Please!"

"Come for me, Princess, come on my fingers," he said before diving back in. In a matter of seconds she was spasming around him. When she'd finally stopped coming, he lifted his head and licked his fingers and lips. He pulled her to sit on his lap and kissed her again.

She pulled away and looked at him, grinning. "Who would have thought, the Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God would be between my thighs?" she teased.

"Sex God, hm?" he asked cheekily. "I have the Gryffindor Princess here on my lap, and I know just how sweet. She. tastes." he accented each word with a kiss. "Can I get you another drink, Granger?"

"Back to Granger?" she asked, finding herself blushing.

"Do you prefer Princess?" he asked teasingly, she looked away but her blush gave her away. "As long as you keep calling me Draco, I'll call you whatever you want, Princess." he whispered into her neck as he kissed along her pulse point. "Can I get the lady a drink?"

She nodded, and then moaned when he snapped his fingers and the bottle appeared next to them, their glasses settling on the table. "I shouldn't be surprised that a bit of Wandless Magic would get the Gryffindor Swot going," he said, nuzzling into her neck.

"Mal-" she cut off when he stroked her nipples, "Malfoy I said you c-can't dis-disparage m-me…"

"I'm not disparaging, Princess, I'm in awe of this brain and all the things it can do. Little did I know that this body and this sweet pussy was hiding beneath it." He pulled her back to his chest, spreading her legs on either side of his thighs. "Now let me awe you with some more Magic." He waved his fingers and she watched as the bottle started to pour their drinks. He dipped his fingers back into her and kept a slow steady rhythm. She threw her head back against his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Can I see all of you?" he asked against her hair.

"Yes!" she gasped as he hit that spot inside of her. She felt a wave of magic envelope her body and she was sitting on his lap, spread out wantonly in just her lacy black bra.

"Look at you, so fucking beautiful, Princess." she looked up and caught his eye in the window. It was an exceptionally erotic scene, her open on top of him. He pulled his fingers out and put them in her mouth, groaning as she sucked. When he popped them out of her mouth, she leaned forward, grinding against his lap to reach for the drinks. She handed one to him and held the other.

"To Explosive Reunions!" she said cheekily.

He smirked at her, "I'm just getting started, Princess."

She stood and pulled him up. "I still need a tour," she said with a grin. He stood behind and slipped off his shirt, so that she could slip it on. It definitely wouldn't button over her arse and tits, but it was long enough to make her feel slightly less exposed.

He pulled her along, showing her the different rooms of his flat, finally ending in the bedroom. "Can I take you to bed, Princess?" he asked, looking at her with lust darkened eyes.

"Please," she whimpered.

He pulled her into his room and threw her on the bed. It was thrilling to be thrown like that. She'd never felt delicate or small enough to throw around, and this was everything.

He prowled towards her, shucking his trousers as he went. She groaned at the way he looked, hovering over her. "Imagine having you in my bed," he whispered into her neck as he sucked the skin. "Are you still wet for me, Princess?"

He reached down and slid his fingers through her folds, groaning at how wet she was. "Please, Draco, please!"

He looked into her eyes. "I'll slow down later, but for now, I need you. Can I take you? Can I have this sweet pussy clenching around my cock?" he asked hoarsely.

"Y-Yes, p-lease!" she moaned. She whimpered when he pulled his fingers out eyes widening when he took off his pants. He. Was. Huge. "Draco, you'll never fit!" she whimpered.

"Oh Princess, you're already so wet for me, I'll fit, don't worry. Just be a good girl for me and let me work."

He lowered himself on top of her and pushed himself inside of her slowly, groaning. "Gods you're so fucking tight, Princess." When he finally bottomed out, Hermione had never felt so full. He held himself still for longer than she wanted.

"Please, Draco, please move," she begged. And then he did. Hard and fast. He continued to spew filthy words in her ear about 'how perfect she felt' and 'how this pussy was made for his cock.'

And his stamina. When he'd made her come twice he his hips started to stutter. "Can you come one more time for me, Princess?" he groaned into her ear. She could only shake her head. "I think you can, I think you can be my good girl and come with me. Can't you Princess? Can you come on my cock?" he reached between her legs and touched her clit. Within seconds she spun into a wave of pleasure as he groaned above her.

He collapsed on top of her, not pulling himself out. "I- I'm sorry I didn't ask before I ca-" he started.

She pulled him into a firm kiss. "I wanted you to come inside of me. I'm on the pill-" when he looked confused, she continued, "Muggle birth control. 99% effective." He made to get up, but she held him in place. "Stay, I like this."

"Gods, Princess, you're so fucking perfect. So soft."

They fell asleep like that shortly after. She woke up to him shifting off of her to spoon her against him, but even that small movement caused her to moan as he shifted against her, his cock pressed into her arse.

"Don't tell me you're ready for more, Princess?" he murmured into her neck.

"Please," she moaned. She felt him slide into her from behind and he pulled her back against him, bowing her back perfectly. He slowly stroked inside of her deeply.

He was so deep like this, she couldn't handle it, she pulled his arms to wrap one around her neck and the other to her nipple. He obliged, holding her firmly against him.

They continued like that, slowly coming to their next climax. When they came again, he continued to hold her against him, until she felt his breathing slow, and she quickly followed him down into sleep again.

The next time she woke, she was draped across his chest. She blinked up at him to see him sleeping soundly. She gently detangled herself from him and kneeled between his knees, taking him into her mouth. She felt him hardening in her mouth.

"Gods," he muttered, throwing his arm across his eyes. "These fucking dre-" he stopped as she sped up her ministrations. He looked down at her, eyes widening when they took her in. "Am I still dreaming?" he murmured, so she pinched him.

"What the hell, Granger!" he said loudly.

She let his cock pop out of her mouth. "You're not dreaming, Draco. Was just pinching you to show y-" he lunged forward, kissing her and pulling her on top of him.

"Will you ride me?" he asked, reverently. "Will you ride my cock, Princess?"

She flushed. Being on top always made her so self conscious. It wasn't a flattering angle for her, she knew it.

"I-Well-"

"Please, watching you sit there above me is so fucking hot, Princess, please, please?" he begged. She'd never heard him beg like that, and the idea of the Draco Malfoy begging her to ride him did something to her. She manoeuvred herself above him and sank down. His hands came to her hips and he grunted.

She started to bounce on top of him, watching his eyes darken. His right hand came to her nipple and pinched. "Oh fuck yes. Bounce on my cock. Such a good fucking girl, gods look at you. Oh fuck Granger." He continued to groan below her, never taking his eyes away from her body. He guided her hips into a rhythmic motion that caused him to hit her in just the right spot, causing her to let out a loud keen. "Yes, let me hear you, Princess." So she didn't hold back. She couldn't remember why she'd hated being on top in the past. This felt amazing.

Suddenly she found herself on her back, Draco thrusting into her with wild abandon. "Come on Princess, come on my cock. Show me what you can d-do…" he stuttered as she came at his command. He couldn't hold himself back and came with her. He fell down next to her, both of them panting.

The next time she opened her eyes, she saw the clock next to the bed. 11am. She was late for brunch with Harry. She quickly gathered her things, throwing on her dress and pulling his shirt on overtop, collecting things as she dashed toward where she heard him in the kitchen.

"Mal-Draco, I have to go, I'm late for brunch. I'll talk to you soon!" She pulled the door to his flat open and apparated away.

I don't have any update schedule at the moment, but I think I'm just gonna post what I have done... I am looking for an Alpha/Beta for this and my other Dramione so let me know if you're interested!