A/N Okay here's the chapter you've been waiting for. Smut alert :o) -NW

She was startled at his confession. Hermione had to admit there was an attraction she couldn't explain. He was a sexist, arrogant, spoiled, irritation, but as his body began to grow into a man, she had wondered to herself at night, what if. Especially when she listened to the other girls talk about sex. How wonderful it was to feel like your head was about to explode in pleasure. She had considered seducing Ron at one time, but then he was so enamored with Lavenders sexual talents, that idea had quickly disappeared. She didn't need the comparison following her. Hermione seemed to always end up playing the part of tutor or substitute mother. Ron never wanted to see her as a woman. By the spectacular lack of offers, it seemed as if no one else was interested either. It hurt. She longed for someone special to touch her that way. Hermione was flattered by Draco's admission. He was the ultimate bad boy with a reputation in the sac, and apparently he wanted her.

Her pulse began to race when he pushed his hips to meet her own, his erection very prominent at her back. In her darkest fantasies late at night, she had been taken by the handsome blond rake. After thinking of different sexual antics with him all day, her libido was a little raw. She moaned and turned her head, leaning back so he had better access. The feelings running up and down her spine left her breathless.

Hermione's hand went to his thigh when the heat of its nearness increased. She discovered he was as naked as she was. His open-mouthed kisses down her body became more and more urgent until he spun her around and held her face in his hands. His lips crashing down on hers. His tongue trying to consume her. She was giddy with sensation, but her mind had never stopped analyzing what was happening. It was a defense mechanism against the fear of what was to come. "Draco…wait"

He growled. "No Hermione. By your own word, I'm going to have you tonight." He stepped back a bit to pick her up and take her to bed. "Don't be afraid Hermione. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to worship every inch of you. I'm going to give you pleasures you've never dreamed of."

He laid her gently on the bed, covering her body with his own. His powerful legs pushed open a space between her thighs. Hermione began to panic. Her rapid breathing, what he thought was the beginning of passion, was really terror. She marshalled all her strength and with a cry, pushed him off her. "Draco... wait, please." He looked ready to tie her to the bed again, but she held out her open hand to get his attention. "You may take me without protest, but there's something you should know."

Draco braced himself for the announcement of her undying love for Ron. That red headed bastard had always stood in his way with her. "I'm not interested in your previous lovers Hermione." He waved his hand and she was bound to the bed again. "You're mine and I'm going to have you." He pushed her legs open again and paused at her entrance.

"Draco I'm a virgin!"

He stopped dead. What!? There was no way he could be that lucky. "What did you say?"

Hermione blushed as she looked beyond his shoulder. "I'm, I'm a virgin.

Draco began to suspect this was just a stalling tactic. "You're telling me you are of legal age, alone with that randy redhead for months, and never had sex?"

She was getting annoyed with his assumptions. "And just what would make you think otherwise? Did you ever hear any rumor of me, with anyone? And Ron… Well, I was just his den mother."

Come to think of it, Draco had never heard anything. He'd just assumed Weasley had... Holy shit! The girl of his dreams was not only naked beneath him, but he would also be her first. He could claim her as his own. Weasley was such an idiot! There was no one else in her heart to stand in his way! The thought filled Draco with an emotion he couldn't name. All he knew was that he was lit up inside like the sun.

It spurred on his passions and something else. He knew in that moment he would never let her go. That he would protect her with his life. No quick shag and tickle tonight. He had to make it good for her. He needed to convince her to want him back.

Hermione became a bit angry and frustrated, having been pinned to the mattress while he decided what to do. "Really Malfoy? Does it make that big a difference to you, or do you intend to sell me now? I know I'm not worthy of the great House of Malfoy, but make up your mind already!"

Draco barely heard her so deep was he in his joy. "Huh?" Then, he laughed. Not just a little. A lot. He sat back on his knees and laughed because he felt light as air. He was the luckiest bastard in the wizarding world, and it was wonderful. He sobered when he saw the tear on her cheek. Draco looked at her and spoke softly. "Hermione. No sweet, don't cry. I'm not laughing at you. You don't understand. Let me make you understand."

She was released from the cords, and he was on her again. But instead of the quick ravishment she expected, he began to kiss her softly, everywhere. "I'm so sorry for the way I've treated you. The things I've said. I can explain, but not right now. Right now, I want to show you the stars and the back side of the moon."

Hermione thought he'd lost his mind. 'The back side of the moon?' His kisses became more ardent, and she felt the most wonderful ripples starting to form. Draco's satin and granite hard erection pushing against her belly and rubbing her clit. His hands caressing her, sending tingles of pleasure across her body. When he came to her breasts he slowed and squeezed them gently, licking and kissing them, sucking her nipple. Tenderly pinching the other with his fingers until switching sides. There were so many things happening at once she couldn't concentrate on any single feeling. That was the best part, because she didn't want to analyze it. She just wanted to feel, every touch, every nibble. Hermione gloried in the fact that someone else was in charge and she could just let go and feel.

Draco went lower still, circling her navel with his tongue. Lower, to reach her mound. She held her breath waiting for him to enter there, but he didn't. She almost cried with want of it, her fear forgotten, his hands sending fire across her sensitive skin as the tension built within her. He held her thighs open, placing kisses and love bites on the inside until she was delirious. About to beg for him to touch her where she needed it most, Draco suddenly plunged his face into her pussy. She cried out in pleasure and widened her legs, bucking her hips to meet him. He licked and sucked and kissed her into another dimension of pleasure. She'd never felt breathless like this before. Exhilarated, as if she had just jumped off a bridge and watched as the water came closer, ready for the sharp sting of impact and then its warmth to enfold her.

He pulled away to look at her face. No longer marred by tears, there was longing and desire and lust in her eyes. He gave her one long slow lick from her opening to her clit. Her taste, her scent was incredible. "Do you want me to stop Hermione? Tell me, and I will leave you now."

There it was. The image he had always dreamed of. Her face caught in a moment of hunger and desire for him. Only for him. She looked Draco in the eyes, her pupils dilated with aching need. "Please Draco. Please don't stop. Please."

"As my lady commands." He returned to her valley of pleasure and inserted two fingers in her moist heat. Gods, she was tight and pink, wet and perfect. His erection was harder than he'd ever known. It ached and begged to be sheathed within her, but he held back. It had to be right. He had to make it good for her first. He began to pump his fingers slowly as he sucked on her clit. Stretching her in preparation to receive him. He didn't want to hurt her. He couldn't stand the thought of causing her pain. If it took a lifetime he would wait until it was right. Curling his fingers he stroked the spongy tissue inside until he heard her moan and squeal and pant, bucking her hips against him. Just a little bit more and he would have his prize.

Hermione unconsciously reached down to pull him closer to keep his face just where she wanted it. He suckled on and on until she fell over the edge of ecstasy and let out a wail so loud he was sure the whole house would come to investigate, despite the silencing charm.

Hermione was drifting in a place she'd never known. A place of all pleasure and no pain or worry or need. So relaxed and content, Voldemort himself could come in tapdancing and she wouldn't care.

Hermione cupped his cheek. She saw a boy struggling so hard to become the man he should be, not the man his father wanted. To survive in this house of horrors, desperate to protect his family. He wanted to do the right thing so terribly but didn't know how. He needed her strength; she needed his gentleness. She needed him to fill the cold emptiness left when she obliviated her parents. To take the pain of losing her best friends away. To surrender herself and be seen for who she was. A frightened woman wanting, needing to be held and reassured and coddled. Not rescued, just comforted.