Break For Me

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Breeding,
Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Sex Pollen, Dirty Talk, Oral
Sex, Rough Sex, Masturbation, Draco Malfoy in Glasses, Horny
Hermione Granger, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Explicit Consent,
Co-workers, Auror Draco Malfoy, Auror Hermione Granger, Non-
Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega
Dynamics, Alpha/Omega
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-02-02 Words: 45,039 Chapters: 4/4
 Break For Me
by Ada_P_Rix

Summary

"-I told them this wouldn’t work.” He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on
Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together at
the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn’t miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they
darkened even further. “I can’t help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and
fuck her into the mattress.”

_______

Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created to
cause certain heightened side effects.
Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occlude
long enough to resist her...

Notes

Brought back just because :)

Love you all,

Ada
xxx

Translation into Русский available: Отпусти себя by Kenni_Gam

 Part One

Feels

"This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.” Hermione protested, her head in her hands.

“But necessary – we need to do some testing.” The Healer told her sympathetically.

“We don’t know the full effect, and the amount of the draught that you’ve been dowsed with
could be very unhealthy for you-“ A short Medi-Witch interrupted sternly..

“-But surely I would have started to feel something by now if that were the case?” She felt
truly exasperated with the whole situation now.

“- Just trust our judgement, Auror Granger,” The mediwitch with bright orange hair told
Hermione as she set a jug of water and a plate of biscuits down on the little table. “If we
don’t keep you in for at least forty-eight hours then we are not doing our jobs properly.”

Hermione huffed, sitting on the bed whilst still covered with a blue, glittery substance that
smattered her robes, neck, and the ends of her hair. She had been told to get a shower straight
away, but was far more concerned with the fact that everything was suddenly happening so
fast and information was only being given to her in dribs and drabs.

She had been passed from pillar to post, no one quite knowing what to do about her situation
since she had arrived at St Mungo’s directly from the scene of her exposure.

She knew that whatever was happening to her was quite serious, but she just wasn’t quite
sure just how serious. Not yet anyway.

The only thing she knew for certain is that this was more than likely Malfoy’s fault, not that
she would openly blame him for it. He was currently her working partner and they were
usually so in tune with each other’s presence and next steps.

But he had chosen today to miscalculate his movements precisely at the wrong moment, and
now instead of him sitting there covered in blue, sparkly shit, it was her.

He had apologised profusely afterwards and on the way to St. Mungo’s, of course. Argued
that he didn’t know she was behind him – which she believed to be true because she had
moved into that position at the last second.

But she thought Malfoy had Gilhooley – The counterfeit thief that they had been tracking for
months – and thought Draco was disarming him.

That was until it was too late and the sneaky bastard had grabbed the container of liquid that
they suspected he was trying to sell on the black-market, had opened the lid and subsequently
thrown it in their direction in a bid to get away.

Hermione was hit; Malfoy was not. He did however manage to move out of the way in time
to run after Gilhooley in order to arrest him – so that was a blessing in disguise, she had
supposed.

Draco was always good at the rough and tough, whereas Hermione was the level headed one
who tried to keep his temper from snapping whenever he was agitated with the suspects that
they arrested. It worked most of the time, but she had an inkling that Draco Malfoy quite
liked the rough and ready side of things.

Hermione had been an Auror for several years after training began when she had completed
her final year of Hogwarts. She had two previous partners before Malfoy, both of them
women who had gone on to have children and then never returned to re-partner with
Hermione for one reason or another.

Draco had trained later on in his twenties and was eventually given to Hermione for him to
shadow her – as it turns out, Draco did indeed shadow her. With his height, size and his
talent.

He was a force to be reckoned with and she was often left in awe of the way he handled both
himself and their work cases, remaining constantly professional and composed, even when he
did go a little rough around the edges. But Hermione didn’t mind that... she eventually found
that it added to his appeal.

She tried to zone back into the conversation, and from what Hermione could guess from what
she overheard from the Healer’s; the liquid that currently covered her was made for oral
consumption.

What they were unaware of however, is whether there would be any side effects from it
absorbing into the skin. Whatever this stuff was, she knew it wasn’t something good.

The Healer left the room to leave Hermione to shower, but she heard a small commotion
outside and when she looked, she saw Malfoy outside the door, speaking with another of the
Healer’s.

Hermione frowned as their conversation looked quite tense; Malfoy’s jaw was set and she
could see it ticking.

He did that when he was aggravated. He always looked rather menacing when he was tense;
it just added to his dark and brooding demeanour. Hermione had found it rather intimidating
when they first started working together, but now she actually found his whole persona quite
alluring.

They had worked together for nearly three years. In that time, they had gone from two people
who barely made eye contact, to begrudging acquaintances ... to being comfortable in each
other’s presence and having a decent enough working relationship.
Although it had to be said; he was still quite mysterious to her and she could admit that
although she worked beside him every day, she barely knew him.

The real Draco Malfoy, anyway.

She knew that was the reason for her slight attraction to him in the first place... he was
different.

Different from his boyhood and a different breed of man than any she had experienced
before.

He was everything that she shouldn’t want. And that was exactly why she did. He was that
little bit of rough that she always imagined might cure the itch that she could never quite
scratch with anyone that she had been with previously.

Draco Malfoy was her own secret little sexual fantasy, and she hated herself for it because
she knew that she was being so unprofessional about her little crush.

It came out of the blue one day, taking her by complete surprise as it wasn’t even something
as obvious as seeing him with his shirt off or watching him bend over his office desk to
retrieve paperwork.

He wore glasses. It was as simple as that. He put on a pair of glasses one day while he was
editing a report he was finishing, and just happened to look up at her as she walked into the
room.

The breath got stuck in her throat and from that day she had been pushing down the
beginnings of a silly little crush that made her feel like a school girl.

She had spent the last six months telling herself that just because his hand would graze
against hers accidentally as they transferred files to each other, or just because his fingers
would linger on hers momentarily over a coffee cup, that it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t a
sign.

Draco was completely oblivious to it all, or at least she hoped he was because the idea of him
knowing all about it would be absolutely humiliating.

Hermione stood from the bed slowly as Draco entered the hospital room; having to bend his
head slightly to get through the door due to his height and his frame practically filling the
whole of the space as he walked through with his usual saunter.

He was a big man, and he knew how to control his body to his advantage; make himself look
tall and dominating...she could only ever admit it to herself, but sometimes looking at him
made her heart beat increase a little.

“Granger...” He nodded, facing her in the room now. His face was set in stone. “One of the
Healer’s out there said they think the substance was a hybrid that Gilhooley was trying to sell
on the black market.”
She groaned and shook her head. “Brilliant. Just what I need,” she breathed out gave the
blonde an exasperated look. “Do we know what the substance was? What he was mixing
together?”

She watched Draco swallow awkwardly, and she knew that the answer was not going to be a
good one. He stepped a little closer to her inside the room and she watched his features
change to sympathise with her. Draco Malfoy barely ever sympathised. Oh god...definitely
not good.

“They know that one is a type of lust potion with increments of heightened fertility...” his
voice trailed in a wince as he watched Hermione’s eyes widen. “...they’re not sure of the
other yet, but as you’ve absorbed it through the skin and not orally, then the sensations could
be dampened.” He tried to reassure her but he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “They just
don’t want to take any chances.”

“I need to shower, then.” She said suddenly, realising that the longer her skin was exposed,
the more she might be affected.

This time it was Draco’s eyes who widened. “Bloody hell Granger, you’ve not had a shower
yet?” his voice had an angry tone. “You could be causing more harm to yourself you silly
woman.”

She glared at him as she shrugged off her coat. "You can clearly see I am still standing here in
the same clothes, Malfoy." She told him hotly.

"I haven't had time to look, I've been busy trying to interrogate the Healers." he bit back.

“Well I haven’t had time either," she argued sharply. "I’ve been too busy trying to listen in
and figure out-“

“Shower. Now.” He demanded; his tone forceful and his eyes darkening. He had never used it
on her before but she had heard it on a few occasions... usually within the interrogation
rooms in the bowls of the Ministry.

When he used it the hairs on her neck would stand up. It was wrong for it to affect her in that
way, but she couldn’t help it ... there was just something about the forceful and demanding
tone that did something to her insides.

“I’ll go and see if I can find out anything else.” He told her then as his tone changed again
suddenly and the colour in his eyes came back, as if he was two different people. He gave her
a courteous nod and then turned, walking away. He left her in constant emotional agony over
which Draco Malfoy she was going to get each day. The man was an anomaly.

Hermione had no doubt that he would be given the information. Draco Malfoy was nothing if
he was not ruthless. He always managed to find out everything he needed, whether that be
through simple persuasion or underhand tactics.

Truth be told, Hermione had come to rely on him getting information by any means necessary
... it made her job a lot easier.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, eventually Hermione did get into the shower, turning the
heat up as high as it could go.

St. Mungo’s bathrobes were short. Too short.

Far too short to walk out of a bathroom and be met with a room full of people all looking at
you rather timidly. She spotted Malfoy as soon as she opened the door; being the only one
wearing all black in a room of white coats. He didn’t look happy as he sat in an arm chair.
This was not going to be good.

“Auror Granger, please have a seat.” A smiling assassin with candyfloss hair and pink-
rimmed glasses told her politely.

Hermione laughed. “I’ll stand thank you, this robe barely covers me as it is-“ she saw Malfoy
shift in his seat slightly as she spoke, trying not to look at her. “-just tell me straight so we
can sort this mess out so we can find an antidote and I can go home-“

The polite Healer shuffled her feet, looking slightly nervous. Oh... oh, shit. “There is no
antidote, is there?” Hermione asked in a sigh as she walked towards the hospital bed and
leaned against the side of it. “Go on then, how bad is it?”

She saw Malfoy sit back into the armchair he was occupying and put his head back against
the cushion at the back, folding his arms and closing his eyes. He had heard this before...he
knew what was coming.

“Auror Granger-“

“Hermione, please.” Hermione told her with a wave of her hand. “No need for formalities
here.”

The elderly Witch nodded with a small smile. “Hermione,” she continued. “The potion you
were dowsed with is what we now believe to be a mixture of Libidine, fertilitas and Stuprum
Venus-“

Hermione’s brow furrowed... she had heard of them all but the last one sounded vaguely
familiar as she was sure it was illegal-

“As I am sure you are aware, Libidine is a lust potion and Fertilitas is a potion that heightens
your fertility. Both of these two potions combined can be lethal enough, but add them
together with

stuprum Venus and-“

“I’m basically just a walking, talking vagina to every male in this facility?” Hermione
mumbled to herself grumpily, but Malfoy caught what she had said because she heard him
chuckle in the background.

The MediWitch must have chosen to ignore her as she continued. “Stuprum Venus is a blood-
genetic component that is extracted from the veins of a Veela illegally. It sells for thousands
of galleons on the black-market and is used by both men and women to cause the opposite
sex to be both fatally attracted to, and seduced by the drinker of the blood.”

Great. Absolutely bloody fantastic. What a brilliant end to a shitty day.

“So, you’re saying I am possibly infected with this- this hybrid potion which may or may not
cause me to feel extra fertile? And I may possibly want to hump the nearest male body
available for the next couple of hours?” she asked matter of factly, crossing her arms over her
chest and ignoring the fact that her robe had ridden further up her thighs.

“Oh, and I might even possibly be able to seduce every man within range and cause them to
be hyper-attracted to me without putting in any effort whatsoever?” she finished with a sigh,
not believing the way her day was going at all.

“That’s about it, yes... but-“ Hermione’s face fell further at the word ‘but’. “What we don’t
really know is whether your symptoms will hit you full force straight away, or whether they
will build over time.” The Mediwitch told her. “We think that they will build, which will give
you the time to prepare yourself as time goes on ... but those last twelve hours for you will be
critical.”

Hermione was frowning again. If it all got too much, surely, she could finish herself off. As
long as she was being checked up on and her health and wellbeing were being monitored then
she could handle everything else herself? It wasn’t like she didn’t know her own body. She
knew her own body very well, she knew what she liked and what would get her off.

“Granger-“ Malfoy cut in, obviously seeing her facial expression shift. He knew she was
trying to think of ways around it already. “Just listen to the bloody professionals, they know
what they’re doing.” His arms were still crossed as he looked at her pointedly.

“You’ll need to be kept here safe for forty-eight hours, Hermione.” The Healer told her as he
looked at his clipboard, viewing his notes. “The last twenty four hours may be a little more
taxing for you, so you may need someone to sit in with you and ensure that you are unable to
harm yourself if-“

“Harm myself?” Hermione asked, looking alarmed. “Why would I want to harm myself?”

“The potion was created to ensure mating and possible conception would occur.” Hermione
groaned as she let the words sink in. “Without that, it could be likely that the potions affect
could turn the drinker to hallucinate and try to harm themselves and escape in order to find a
mate if they are unable to fulfil the potions needs within those last few hours.”

“Fabulous.” Was all she said in a deadpan tone. Absolutely fabulous.

“But we don’t know that for a fact, Granger because you’ve not drank it; you only got it on
your skin.” Malfoy interrupted, giving the Healer a sideways glare.

“But-“ Oh, this was almost too much. “If this potion makes every male attracted to me, how
can someone watch over me while I’m going through this? All of you Healers and Medi's are
all so busy.” she asked awkwardly.

She wouldn’t dream of asking her female friends or any of her male friends to watch her
while she was in that state. And she certainly didn’t want a Healer sitting in with her like she
was some sort of bloody lab experiment.

“Auror Malfoy here has told us that he is well practiced in Occlumency and has offered to
watch over you during your time-“

“-I hardly offered-“ she heard him protest from his seat.

“-he should be able to Occlude enough to resist the potions affects and keep himself in the
right mind to be able to make sure you are kept safe.” The MediWitch turned and gave him a
pointed look. “-besides, he apparently 'owes you one' ... am I right?.”

Oh God, where they actually suggesting what she thought they were suggesting? That Malfoy
be present while she was going through this ... that he would see her –

“You’ll have all the privacy you need, Granger.” He told her in a low tone as he stood from
the chair. “I obviously don’t plan on taking advantage, but if you’re willing to let me then I
do want to help...this is my fault.”

His eyes were the reason she agreed. His eyes told her that he truly was sorry, even though it
wasn’t his fault and wasn’t exactly something that could have been avoided. His eyes made
her practically melt to a puddle on the floor every time they looked at her that way.

“Fine.” She said with a small nod. “Forty-eight hours...so what happens now?”

The room was dimly lit but very comfortable. Created for her comfort in mind as the
MediWitch's had gone about transfiguring a normal hospital room into a room akin to a hotel
– a four-poster bed in the middle to maximise her comfort and a small ensuit bathroom that
hosted both a walk-in shower and a bathtub.

She would see nothing but these walls for the next two days; even the large armchair in the
corner of the room looked comfy. Which was good, because she was certain that Malfoy
would he spending more than half of his time in it, bored out of his wits because he had been
forced to babysit her.

He offered, she tried to tell herself. And yes, he had. But was he just trying to be heroic
because he felt guilty? Or did he genuinely want to help her, even knowing what could
happen while she was in that room. He had told her that she could have all the privacy she
needed, which she was grateful for... but it didn’t make her feel any better not knowing how
much of his help had been forced upon him.

Oh, the embarrassment of it all. He was going to see the way she flushed when her mind
wondered and the way she would fidget when she was getting turned on...he was going to
learn all of the small things about her sexually that would lead him to notice that she did all
of those things around him too, but tried so hard to hide them.

But he had offered, none the less. He had agreed to help her along with this, which she had to
respect. She supposed it was a compliment to their working relationship that he was able to
offer his assistance like this for her; to watch over her and make sure that she kept herself
safe. She just hoped that they didn’t live to regret this, because she wasn’t sure how either of
them would react once the potion started to kick in properly.

He won’t react because he doesn’t see you in a sexual way, and he can Occlude... it’ll be you
making a fool of yourself when you try to pounce on him...

No. That was not going to happen. There would be no pouncing; she would lock herself in
the bathroom if she had to before that happened. She would never be able to look him in the
eye again, especially as she knew he wasn’t interested in her in the slightest. She just had a
tiny little crush on a man who she used to hate in school, that was all.

The door opened and there stood said crush, a bag over his shoulder as he entered the space
and looked at her warily. “Still normal?” he asked her with the smallest of grins as he
immediately eyed up the bed, before his gaze then settled on the armchair in the corner and
walking over to it.

“I feel nothing.” She told him with a shrug as she sat on the edge of the bed. “I think this is a
waste of time.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Maybe, but you don’t want to take that chance.” He put his bag
down. “If you give me your house keys later, I’ll go and fetch you some clothes and other bits
you’ll need.”

She nodded in thanks, “My keys are on the shelf by the nightstand.” But then her eyes
widened in horror as she realised that they had deadlines to reach at work and she had left
him with it all.
“Has all of the paperwork been signed off for Gilhooley?” she asked, remembering the reason
she was there in the first place.

“Yes-“ he told her matter of factly.

‘-And my sickness was put through to HR? Because they’re not going to refuse to pay me
again for a few days off with a work-related illness-“

“Yes, Granger –“ he sighed as he sat down in the armchair.

“-And my friends have been told-“

“-Nothing.” Draco told her with a sigh. “Christ Granger, everything is in hand and none of
your mates know a thing, they think we’ve gone away on a training course.”

“...some training course...” she mumbled as she looked around the room, wondering why
they hadn’t even given them a window to look out of. “This is going to be the longest two
days of my life...”

Draco snorted. “How do you think I feel?” he asked her with a dark chuckle. His eyes viewed
her momentarily as she sat there in the same robe as before, and suddenly she felt very
conscious of the state of her undress. “Babysitting a Nymph...” Oh, the smirk on his lips. He
was absolutely revelling in this... loving that she was going to be in so much discomfort.

“Baby sitting?” she asked him with a scowl. “Hardly. I’m quite capable of looking after
myself, thank you.” She told him as she crossed her arms over her chest. She then raised an
eyebrow at him. “And how do you know I’m not a Nymph without the potion working?”

Draco scoffed and reclined back into the armchair, his large body sinking into the seat as he
filled it. “I think I’d know if you were, Granger...” he told her with a small click of his
tongue. She watched his eyes roam from her face to the rest of her frame for a second.

Well...that was new...

Draco Malfoy did not openly let his eyes travel down her body, taking her in as she wore that
short robe. It didn’t matter if it lasted a fraction of a second, it has still happened.

“...I know a sexual deviant when I see one...but I don’t get that vibe from you.” He told her
with a smirk, before giving her a wink. “Not yet, anyway.”

What did he think? That she was some sort of virginal waif who didn’t know good sex? Did
he think he was some sort of master of sex? That she wouldn’t know what to do with a man
like him?

How wrong he was. He might have been tall and his auror might have been dark and
dominating, but he was still a man. A man who thought with his cock.

She looked at his eyes for a moment, and they were swimming with unknown intentions. He
looked like he was fidgeting in his seat slightly, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. He
then put his eyes down and sat forwards, bringing his elbows to his knees and she saw his
forearms flex through his black work shirt.

“Sorry.” He told her and shook his head. “This potion must be kicking in for me – I hadn’t
even considered Occulding straightaway-“ Hermione saw him trying to concentrate. “I’ll sort
myself out now, not to worry.”

She nodded over at him before moving round and going to the head of the bed and jumping
onto it.

“Might as well try and sleep.” She told him before pulling the covers over herself. Maybe if
she could sleep through this, it would be easier for both of them.

“It’s only early, Granger...” he told her with a faraway tone to his voice, obviously still
putting up his walls. “If you sleep now, you’ll be up all night.”

She didn’t care. Anything to make this go quicker.

“The longer we spend sleeping, the less drama this bloody potion can create.”

She heard nothing more from him then, and she closed her eyes and willed sleep to consume
her enough that she would wake up in two days time and this mess would all be over.

It started just before midnight. Draco was absolutely correct and she hated him for it.
Sleeping at tea time meant that she was then wide awake buy the middle of the night... and
that was when she started to feel it.

A niggling feeling at first, like butterflies in her stomach. She could ignore it for a few hours
as she tossed and turned, but then her skin started to feel warm and tingly as if she had just
gotten out of a bath that was just slightly too warm. After a while she had to give in and
remove the robe, which then left her naked apart from her knickers due to her clothes needing
to be cleaned and cross-checked.

The air on her skin felt amazing, and she found her wand to set a cooling charm on the room,
feeling the perspiration on the back of her neck. A jet of cold air flooded into the room and
she let out a small whimper at the relief of it against her skin. Good lord, if this was only the
start then what would she be like by the end of this?
“Granger?” she heard a groggy voice from the corner of the room and god help her, her
nipples hardened, standing to attention beneath the bedsheet. Was this what it was going to be
like whenever she heard a male voice? Or maybe it was just his ...

Hermione pushed herself up on her elbows so see Malfoy stretched out in the armchair
uncomfortably, neck stretching slightly to see her on the bed to check what she was doing.

She gulped when her eyes found him as they adjusted to the darkness. They took in the tight
black T-shirt he was wearing as night time attire that gave her a feint outline of his abdomen;
she could just make it out in the dim light as he turned the side light on in the room.

The light only served to make him look even better. The shadows sharpened his features and
the light softened his expression. Hermione had always considered Draco Malfoy to be an
attractive boy when she was younger, but he was a beautiful looking man now.

He had aged well, growing into his edges and the looks that gave him a slightly sour
expression in his youth. But now, at nearly thirty two years old, those sour looks had been
replaced by a facial structure that could rival a Roman statue.

She must have looked an absolute state; her hair practically stuck to her head and her skin
shining with perspiration as she clung to the bedsheets, and yet here he was looking like he
had stepped out of a Muggle Model Magazine, his hair mussed from sleep and his thick
forearms on full display.

The type of forearms that could probably cut off your air supply if he was lay on top of you,
pounding into you while his hand grabbed your throat and your legs were spread wide to-

She moaned again; the tiniest of Noises at the back of her throat, but he didn’t miss it. She
watched his eyes darken for a few seconds as he sat in the chair, assessing what to do.

He looked at her intensely, watching her and waiting... waiting for her next move. Her mouth
went dry as her nipples scraped against the bedsheet and that time, she really did need to bite
back a moan. Shit, this potion was going to see her off.

“Granger...” he drawled out, still viewing her as his eyes watched her face. He seemed like
he wanted to ask her something, and she could see his chest rising and falling in shallow
breaths ... he seemed to be fighting with himself.

But then it was gone. Whatever it was that he was struggling with had been squashed inside
of him and he was up and out of the chair and taking a few paces towards the bed, towards
her.

“Do you need anything?” he asked her quietly as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly
and then shivered at the chill in the air from the cooling charm in the room.

“A shower to cool you down or a drink of water?” he was looking down at her, taking her in.
His voice was doing things to her; she was feeling far too affected by it to talk back, so she
just nodded and twisted her body until she was out of the bed and hoped to god that he hadn’t
noticed that he was turning her legs to jelly.
Taking the sheets from the bed with her, she noticed that Malfoy had stepped right back so he
was practically against the wall as she passed by him. She gave him a sympathetic look as
she shuffled past, knowing he was probably feeling more uncomfortable as she was.

At least she found him marginally attractive; he probably found her as plain and unsexualised
as he had in school. He was probably mortified with himself for letting any of the potions
side effects affect him even slightly.

As she made her way to the bathroom, she heard him let out a small breath of what must have
been relief of not having to have to assist her further. As she closed the door to the bathroom,
she caught a glimpse of him; one hand on his hip and the other pressed to his temple in what
looked like frustration. Or Occlumency. Probably Occlumency.

The embarrassment twinged in her body and she forced herself to remember that he was only
there to make sure she came to no harm.

That was all.

The shower was cold. She knew her teeth were chattering but she didn’t care. It was
something else to concentrate on instead of the tingling in her stomach that had slowly spread
to her core. It had barely been 12 hours yet and she felt like if she didn’t do something soon,
she would end up being a writhing mess on the bathroom floor.

There was a soft tap on the Bathroom door over the sound of the shower.

“Granger?” came his husky voice through the thick wood, and it was like a little shock of
lightening to her core. “The Healer on night rounds is here to check up on you...” he told her
in an almost pained voice from the other side of the wood. “Are you okay to come out?”

She took a few deep breaths to rid herself of the effects of Draco's deep and powerful tone
before exiting the shower and wrapping the robe back around herself. She had to stop this
and seek logical reasoning for her bodies treacherous give-aways.

This was no more her fault than it was anyone else’s. She would just need to put her
professional head on and hope that her working relationship with Malfoy would come out of
this unscathed in the end.

Towel drying her hair, she calmed herself internally as much as she could before opening the
bathroom door to greet whoever was standing behind it.

But the smile faded from her face when she was hit full force with his scent. Hermione clung
to the front of her bathrobe as she took in the intoxicating aroma that engulfed her senses.
She bit her lip to stop them from overwhelming her and closed her eyes for a few seconds to
refrain from grabbing hold of the overwhelmingly tall blonde standing not too far from her
and nuzzling his neck.

Jesus ... Draco Malfoy smelled so good. Like Sandal-wood and clean linen and hints of
vanilla...it made her knees go weak. She opened her eyes to see that he had moved to the
other side of the room and his knuckles were pressing against his mouth like he was trying to
contain himself.

Was she making him that uncomfortable? He was almost pacing, and when he did finally
chance a glance at her she saw something dark and dangerous in his eyes that she had never
seen before.

“How do you feel, Miss Granger?” The female healer asked as she casually tucked a strand of
black hair behind her ear and fiddled with her quill. “Any side effects yet?” she asked,
looking at Hermione curiously.

Hermione nodded slowly. “Erm yes,” she started between small breaths, trying to ignore
Malfoy’s scent screaming at her senses. “My skin is hot and I have-“ oh god, how did she
explain this? “-I can feel butterfly sensations in my stomach and I can smell-“ she glanced
over at Malfoy who had stopped pacing to listen to her intently, his eyes trained on her. “-
Draco’s aftershave is overwhelming me.”

The Healer scribbled something down on to the pad she was holding, but Hermione could
only concentrate on the deep breaths that Malfoy seemed to be taking, and the way his whole
body was tense with an emotion that Hermione had never seen in him before.

“And you, Mr Malfoy?” The Healer asked without looking up at him. “Are you-“

“-I told them this wouldn’t work.” He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on
Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together at
the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn’t miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they
darkened even further. “I can’t help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and
fuck her into the mattress.”

Hermione clenched her thighs again as his words lit up a fire inside of her, and she heard a
low growl erupt from his throat and watched him take a few possessive steps towards her,
before seemingly backtracking and holding himself back, stopping himself with some kind of
super- powered will.

Draco glared over at the Healer who was taking a few notes on her clipboard, before he
turned on his heel and walked to the doorway.

“I just-“ he started, looking back over his shoulder. “-I can’t- it's harder to fight than I
thought-“ he was warring with himself internally. He took what seemed like a deep breath. “-
Just give me a minute to-“
Was he hating it this much? Did the idea of him wanting to fuck her repulse him so much that
he was ready to walk out already? Not that she could blame him; he was only supposed to be
here for support... he was never supposed to be affected like this too. She didn’t blame him if
he wanted out before it got worse.

Hermione didn’t stop to listen to whatever else he had to say, already mortified by his
reaction. She just shook her head in embarrassment and ran for the bathroom door as the
Healer excused herself and shuffled out of the room.

Hermione locked the bathroom door behind her and sat with her back against it. Her body
was in turmoil; both from the powerful feelings of need for some sort of sexual release and
the feeling of complete humiliation of Malfoy feeling so repulsed by his false attraction to
her that he had to leave.

Maybe she just needed to stay in here. Stay here and stay away until everything was over.
Ignore the Healers and anyone else who tried to get into the bathroom for another day or so...
she could do that, couldn’t she? She didn’t need help...she could do this on her own.

The Door

Hermione could not do this on her own.

Despite her protests to the Mediwitch that she was fine and that she would continue to wait
this out in the Bathroom, Hermione knew that she was already fighting a losing battle. She
had trapped herself within the cold-tiled walls for nearly three hours as she had fell asleep on
the floor, but what she woke to was far worse than what she had fallen asleep to.

The heat on her skin was back, along with the intensity in a few other places, too. The ache
had been gradually building between her legs, but it wasn’t for the feeling of her own
fingers... it was an ache to be filled and stretched.

It was an ache to be taken and filled by someone who could satisfy the cravings that were
consuming her body and mind.
As she pulled herself off the floor and slumped back against the cold wood of the door, she
felt the desperate need for another shower to take the warmth from her skin. She about to
move when she heard the main door to the room opening, and large footsteps walking
towards the bathroom door.

Hermione knew it was him before he even knocked. She knew his foot-falls and she could
sense him...she could smell him. The scent of him was dulled by the door between them, but
he smelled like everything she was attracted to. It was frustrating and utterly intoxicating.

Why was he back? Hermione was positive that he would have left her to it. He owed her
nothing.

Was he really willing to put himself through this with her just because he felt responsible for
her situation? She had already told him that he wasn’t to blame.

“Granger,” he started through the door, and she instantly bit her lip. God... this was getting
harder. “I need you to open the door...” he told her in a gentle voice. Almost too gentle, like
he thought she was extremely fragile. “...I need to speak to you; I’ve told the Healer’s I’ll
make sure you’re okay.”

“Why are you back?” she managed to get out. “I thought-“

“I told you I want to help.” He answered. “I just needed to gather myself...I’ve been speaking
to the Healer’s. You need to let them in Granger, they’re only trying to help you.”

“No,” she told him defiantly. “I just need to stay in here and-“

“I can smell your scent from out here.” He warned her, his voice low. “You’ll drive yourself
fucking mental in that bathroom... you have to come out.”

“I just need to control my-“ she started and gritted her teeth against a wave of Arousal. It was
only getting stronger now that he was back.

“-The Healer’s gave me some information to pass along to you.” He told her sternly. She
sighed loudly against the door, letting his voice wash over her. It felt like she was in and out
of consciousness; his voice was hypnotic and turning her brain to mush. “They’ve told me to
tell you that to keep yourself lucid that you’ve got to-“ he paused for a second and his voice
held an awkward tone. “-you’ve got to give in to the urges, Granger...you’ve got to orgasm.”

Oh...oh, that word coming from his mouth... it did things to her.

“I apologise for walking away before,” his voice deepened slightly, like he was still trying to
control himself. “It just took me by surprise, I am usually more in control of myself than
that... Come on Granger, at least just let me make sure you’ve come to no harm in there.”

Hermione wasn’t sure how she managed it, but she brought herself up against the door and
turned against it; turning the doorknob and opening the door slowly, her legs shaking. As the
crack in the door grew larger, more and more of Malfoy’s large frame came into view as his
arms stretched out on each side of the door frame, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his
eyes shut tight as she opened it the whole way.

It was almost like a backdraft effect; the potions effects and the scent of her heightened
arousal engulfed Draco as soon as the door opened, sending him into a frenzy of emotions
and heightened sexual awareness for the girl opposite him.

Occlumancy or not; this was stronger than he was.

“Malfoy-“ she started, being completely assaulted by his scent and his presence so close to
her.

She felt an overwhelming need to make him take her... take her and bury himself inside of her
as far as he could go.

“-Your scent is fucking intoxicating.” He managed to tell her between deep, calming breaths
as he kept his eyes closed and stood still. “I didn’t expect it to challenge me this much,” he
swallowed hard, clearly battling with himself. “Fuck, Granger...”

The scent of her must have been contained within the Bathroom, building and intensifying
with no way of getting out. The full force of her scent must have hit his senses straight away
and consumed him. It almost looked like he was struggling to breathe.

Hermione groaned very low in her throat as a strong wave of arousal hit her, making her lose
her balance slightly. As she buckled forwards, she held out one of her arms to steady herself
and let her hand fall against the only hard surface available in front of her – Draco’s
abdomen.

His eyes flashed open; his pupils were black and blown wide. He looked in her face before
his eyes skimmed down the rest of her body; her short, white robe hanging off one of her
shoulders and her legs shaking with need whilst her hair clung messily to her head.

“Malfoy-“ she managed to choke out, trying not to get lost within the intensity of his gaze. “-
try to step back if it’s too much- if I’m too much-“

“You have no fucking idea, Granger.” He growled out, his fingers clinging to the doorframe
like it was his sanity. “If I move then I’ll make a grab for you.” He breathed in deeply again.
“Remove your hand now.”

She pulled her hand back like she had been given an electric shock. “I’m sorry-“ she started,
seeing the danger in his eyes.

“Don’t be.” He said with a dark tone. “This isn’t you- it’s me.” He closed his eyes as if to rid
himself of his thoughts. “The scent of you is too strong – I am literally seconds away from
bending you over the bath right now, and I would never-“ he cut himself off. “-not without-“
he was struggling with his own rational thought. “-You just smell so fucking good to me.”

When Draco opened his eyes again, they were dark. They were demanding and dangerous
and it made Hermione’s breath catch in her throat at how beautiful it made him look in that
moment. It was beautiful because it was only for her.

She watched him try to right himself as he forced himself away from the door and turned his
back on her. She watched as his broad back moved up and down with his effort to contain
himself.

“It’s hard not to give in, isn’t it?” She asked him, meaning that they were both inflicted with
this together, so she knew how hard he was trying to resist.

Draco’s head shot around to look at her, his eyes inching down her body until they landed on
her thighs, and she let out an involuntary groan. “You have no fucking idea how hard all of
this is for me, love.”

And then she saw something possessive wash over him, making her body shiver in
anticipation.

Hermione heard the growl erupt from his chest before she felt anything. The primal noise
flooding her senses, making her insides clench at the thought of this man opening her thighs
and giving her exactly what she needed. -Yes, please...- This man making her quiver and
shake at the thought of him having the ability to take her to sexual heights that she could only
dream of.

Draco’s thick arms went around her waist as he lifted her up against him and backed her up
inside the bathroom and against the wall of the walk-in shower.

Hermione spread her thighs instantly in response and hooked one of them up and around his
hip, making them both groan as his forehead came to rest against hers and one of his hands
slipped down to her thigh, pulling her against him tightly.

“Not supposed to be doing this-“ Draco told her in a throaty groan. She could tell he was
trying to steady his hips so that he couldn’t feel her core against his groin...she really needed
the friction. “-Can’t do this-“ he babbled, closing his eyes again.

She felt him reach one hand between them and then he was hesitating to undo her bathrobe.
“Can I?-“ he asked throatily, and she nodded at him in consent.

The sides of the robe fell against her before slipping off her other shoulder as it fell to the
ground in a clump. There was a pained intake of breath from him, and Hermione wondered
whether she should beg him to touch her...but he didn’t look down at her.

There was a feral look in his eyes but he didn’t take his eyes off of her face, even as her body
was exposed. Draco seemed to be battling all manner of emotions inside of him, and when
his lips grazed against her for a second, and she was sure he was going to kiss her.

“Christ, Granger... this is going to see me off.” He told her in a pained whisper, his lips a
breath away from hers. “But I can’t- only need to help-“ he panted, trying to keep a grip on
his control.
And then she heard water being turned on, and suddenly she found herself being dowsed in
cold sprinkles as Draco pushed her back underneath the shower and moved away from her
with as much force as he could muster.

When he dropped her, she fell back against the opposite shower wall, the icy water cascading
down her hair and shoulders; it felt glorious and she revelled in the feeling until she felt the
emptiness ebbing away inside of her again at the lack of Draco’s touch.

“I’m sorry." He told her roughly. "I’ll give you ten minutes,” she heard Draco say from the
other side of bathroom as he managed to get some distance from her. He sounded like he was
still breathing deeply. “The scent of you should lessen for us both, now.” Hermione opened
her eyes to see that he had his back to her, giving her privacy as she stood naked in the
shower. “We can talk when you’ve finished.”

And then he walked through the open door and shut it partly behind him, leaving Hermione
to dowse the uncontrollable heat radiating from her skin.

“Do you feel lucid?” Draco asked her calmly from his place in the armchair. He was dressed
and wearing a suit again.

Hermione always admired the way he looked in a waistcoat; he was wearing charcoal today
apart from his white oxford shirt.

“I’d rather have this conversation with you while you were in your right mind, Hermione.”

Fuck... the way he said her name. It was demanding and intense; everything that she liked
about him. And was she lucid? Could she think coherently enough to take in what he was
saying to her? Maybe not earlier, but now that she was out of the bathroom and her skin felt
cooler...maybe she could make it through a conversation without wanting to jump onto his
lap and let him do wicked things to her.

“I think I’m okay.” She told him finally in a controlled voice, leaning against the edge of the
bed not long after stepping out of the shower. She couldn’t smell Draco’s aftershave as close
now; trapping herself inside the bathroom had obviously caused her hormones to work
themselves up into a frenzy and caused her senses to take over.

Hermione heard him take in a steady breath. “This is strong stuff, Granger,” Draco started,
his hands were on the arm rests of his chair and she watched him dig his fingers into the
cushioning. “I can Occlude all I want, but eventually this shit is going to break me.” He was
speaking far too calmly for the words that were coming out if his mouth. “To keep your
levels down you have to keep your arousal sated, or I’ll-“ he stopped himself for a moment,
his jaw clenching. “-fuck, this is so fucking difficult-“

She couldn’t help it; a sarcastic laugh ripped from her throat. “You find this difficult?” she
asked him in an exasperated tone. “Spare a thought for me, won’t you please? At least you
can Occlude or walk away – I’ve got to go through all of these emotions and battle with these
constant and new hormones that feel like their constantly attacking me-“

“-and those emotions and hormones are literally flying out of you and suffocating me.” He
cut her off with a stern voice and sat forwards, his eyes fixed on her. “The Occlumency will
only work for me if you do what you need to do to keep your arousal down...” his eyes
glanced at her thighs for a second before they were back on her face. “...you do that, and I
can still help you through this...make sure you’re safe, like I said I would-“ he looked at her
for a minute. “Keep avoiding it and we’ll be in a mess, because I don’t know how much
longer I can stop myself from grabbing you-“ Hermione’s heart raced at his words as he
stopped himself. “-I just want to help you.”

“- I didn’t ask you to, Malfoy-“ she bit back, clinging onto her robe but not being to help the
surge of hormones that pooled at her core at the look in his eyes when she shouted at him. He
didn’t like it when she shouted at him, he never had.

“-I want to.” He answered firmly. “I’m sorry, none of this is your fault. I know you can’t help
what’s happening to you and I’m just trying to control myself-“ He closed his eyes again as
he took another deep breath. “-you’re intoxicating Granger, and it’s making me lose my
control.”

“Your control? What about my control?” Hermione asked in mock surprise. “You have no
idea what this is like for me.” She told him through gritted teeth. “I feel like I’m burning
from the inside out, and if I’m not burning then I’m feeling like I need to touch-“

Draco’s face was set in stone. “Do not finish that sentence.” He told her with an undertone of
danger in his voice. “I have just warned you that I am struggling to contain myself.” His eyes
flashed at her in warning.

She gave a small laugh and shook her head. “So, I take it you like to exert the same control
over every other aspect of your life like you do with work?”

He looked her dead in the eye. “You have no fucking idea, love.” He told her warningly. “I
control everything in my life – my willpower included.” His eyes darkened dangerously.
“And right now, you are majorly fucking testing my restraint.”

She swallowed and watched his eyes trace over the curves of her body as they were outlined
by the bathrobe. If this was him controlling himself, then she almost wanted to beg to see him
unleashed.

She watched him as he eyed her almost hungrily and took in a deep breath; he must have
been able to smell the arousal on her because his pupils were blown.

“Granger, have you sorted yourself out yet?” his voice was quiet but serious as he viewed her.
She frowned for a second until her eyes widened in the realisation of what he meant hit her. If
anything, her arousal only intensified. “I’ve-“ she stammered, a flush rising to her cheeks as
his eyes opened again and he was looking at her hungrily. “-I thought avoiding it would be
the best-“

“Granger, what did I tell you before?” Her name sounded dangerous on his tongue as he
spoke slowly, keeping calm and collected even though his eyes told her differently. “Please
just go to the bathroom, lock yourself in and get yourself off, before I-“ he stopped.

Oh God... watching Draco try to fight the temptation was the sexiest thing that she had ever
witnessed. She knew he could feel the pull of it just as much as she could; she knew what he
wanted to do to her in that moment, and she desperately wanted him to do it... but he was
fighting this far too hard for her to make him want to break and give in for her.

“Now, Granger.” He told her, a demanding tone to his voice. It was a tone that did things to
her. It called to her inside, making her want to obey. “You’ll feel better afterwards, I
promise.” It was like the potion wanted her to react to his tone. It wanted her to give in to him
and do as he asked...if she did, maybe she would be rewarded.

Hermione moved from the bed and made her way back to the bathroom, watching out of the
corner of her eye as Draco stood from the armchair and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
“I should feel less overwhelmed by your presence when you’ve finished...” he told her
quietly as she reached the door. “We both should, hopefully.”

And then once again, she was back inside the bathroom with her back pressed against the
door and wondering how she would be able to bring herself to orgasm with Draco Malfoy on
the other side of the door. How could she do it herself, when all she craved was his touch to
do it for her.

Hermione threw her head back against the bathroom door in frustration. She knew
concentration was key; she needed something to focus on as her fingers lowered themselves
south. She was really doing this... she was really bringing herself to orgasm in a bathroom
because Draco Malfoy had told her to.

Ordinarily if Malfoy told her to do anything, there would be lots of protesting and arguments
on both ends. This usually ended in flat out refusal to do anything that he told her to do...but
now, every time his voice called out it was like she needed to follow it.

Must be the Veela component... like a mating call...

She squeezed her knees together and closed her eyes as she let her fingers wander down to
her folds, already wet from the heat of her. She knew it wouldn’t take her long once she got
going, but this just felt hollow and empty and wrong... like she wasn’t supposed to be doing
this herself.

Her index finger swirled around her opening as she tried to create an image in her mind; a
broad man with amazing bone structure swam into her vision and a small moan passed her
lips.

Just the thought of him made her feel light headed. It made her senses swell as she picked up
his scent, imagining him shirtless, sitting there in front of her as she played with herself.

There was a soft tap on the door, making her gasp and her fingers retracted. “You’ve been in
there for a while, Granger...” his voice was thick and it gravitated to her core, igniting a blaze.
“...Just checking everything is okay...”

She bit her lip and tried to answer him as coherently as she could. “I’m okay,” she told him
breathlessly. “Just...hard to concentrate...” and when she heard him make a small, frustrated
noise from the other side of the door, she knew that he was having the same issue.

The longer she took, the worse it would get for the both of them. She felt a little guilt at that.

“Just try to relax yourself,” he told her as she heard movement and shuffling behind the door.
She knew that Malfoy had put his hands against the wood. “It’s an awkward situation, but try
to take your mind away from it... try and think of something else... pretend you’re somewhere
else...think of someone.” he told her roughly, and she felt her heart hammer in her chest.

Think of somewhere else... someone... she had to do this for both of them; dull the hormones
and dampen the potions effects. If she didn’t do this now then it would just build until it made
them both mental.

Her hand travelled down her body again and she let out a soft gasp as her fingers grazed
against her outer lips. At the same time, she heard Draco shift against the door... he had heard
her noises.

She should have felt mortified, but she was past that point now. She wanted him to hear; she
wanted him to know that she was trying for him.

“Picture yourself in a safe place...you are safe to do whatever it takes to bring yourself
relief...” His voice...the tone...the way he said things... she could get herself off to the sound
of his voice.

Her body would do anything for him right now. His instructions could send her over the edge.
She could no longer rationalise any of this besides knowing that it was the potion heightening
her senses, but she needed his throaty tone.

Her sexual attraction to him had been heightened beyond measure, as much as she tried to
bury it deep down for him. Every part of him was heightened to her now...his voice included.

Hermione breathed deep and furrowed her brow as she let her finger begin to circle her clit,
trying to relax just as he had told her to. It felt good, but there was something missing...there
was no spark. There was no anticipation of what would happen next. There was nothing to
take over her senses, apart from the presence of Draco behind the hard-wooden barrier...his
scent dulled but still easy to make out.

Think of someone...

“Malfoy?” she asked throatily before she could stop herself. She heard him stop his pacing
from behind the door, she knew he was listening intently. “Could you-“ she stopped herself,
not quite sure how to ask.

“Ask me, Granger.” Came his voice, as thick as hers and it was practically a growl. “What do
you need?” she squeezed her thighs together as his voice sent shudders through her body,
reacting in all the right ways to the tone.

“Could you just talk to me?” she asked quietly, her breathing ragged as she heard him move
outside. He was sitting down now with his back against the door, just like she was. “I just...I
just need to hear your voice...” she panted, a flush spreading across her skin at her
confession. What must he think of her...

There was a moment of silence when the only sound between them was their ragged breaths
between the door. When he did finally speak, his voice had darkened; demanding. It caused
her nipples to peak and her finger to circle her clit in submission.

“Close your eyes.” Was all he said in agreement, and she held her breath as the deep tone
took her away. “Try to concentrate on the sensations...” Malfoy began in a husky tone.
“...listen to what your body is telling you to do...how is it making you feel, Granger?”

She gave out the smallest of laughs at that. If only he knew what her body was telling her to
do. Just the sound of his voice made her want to open the door and climb into his lap.

Her fingers slipped between her folds and she moaned quietly. “It’s all overwhelming...” she
said on a breath. “Like there are too many sensations at once for me to cope with...” she bit
lip as her fingers spread herself open. “...like I need something more than just myself.”

She heard him let out a small, almost inaudible noise. “Mine is more of a need to touch...” he
said quietly. “...I’ve got your scent around me constantly and other sensations... but mostly
it’s like I just have this overwhelming urge to satisfy you...amongst other things.” He
chuckled lightly, making her shudder and she brushed against her clit with her finger and let
out a moan.

Hermione slapped her hand over her mouth as soon as the noise erupted from her, but it was
too late; Malfoy had sucked in a breath from behind the door. “Don’t go quiet on me,
Granger...” his tone was raspy and deep, his breathing sounding slightly laboured. “... I need
to know I’m doing this right for you...I need to say this right...let me hear you.”

There was a moments pause. “Let me help you get there...do I have your permission to talk to
you like that?”
She lowered her hand slowly and let his words sink in. He was helping her... he wanted to
help her...he wanted her to let go and give in; succumb to the feeling completely and let his
words have their desired effect.

“You’re saying it right,” Hermione finally answered him in a small voice. “Keep
going...please...you have my permission.” and this time she heard him moan quietly, and she
couldn’t help the tingle that shot to her core at the sound. “Just keep telling me things...talk
about words...”

“Anyone’s mind can be seduced by the power of words, Granger...” he went on, sounding just
as enthralled as she was. “...It’s the execution of the words, rather than what someone is
saying that will give the desired effect.” He breathed low for a minute and Hermione could
hear him through the wood of the door. “It’s like a build-up... before foreplay or sex; the
spoken word is what gets us to that heightened state...after that, our primal instinct takes
over.”

Another small groan left her lips and she heard him shift against the door before speaking in
his gravelly voice, “Although, there has got to be a build up to the final act too. After we are
seduced by words, the next step is foreplay, naturally.... the idea of being able to touch and
feel. But a man can’t just dive in and pound into a woman and think that will do it for her
before he’s focused every part of her body.” His tone went husky. “With his hands.... his
mouth, his tongue...teeth.”

Jesus ... what she would give to feel his tongue on her, right where she needed it. The idea of
his head between her legs suddenly visualised itself within her mind and she let out a small
groan.

“Good, Granger...” she heard him say quietly. “Keep doing that for me...you like what I’m
saying to you...”

“Keep going-“ she told him bravely through clenched teeth, trying to control her breathing.
“Keep talking and I will.”

Malfoy was quiet for a moment. “It all starts with the mind when it comes to touch... where
you would touch, how you would touch...asking her if she will allow you to touch her.” he
purred.

Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She could feel her nipples peaked again inside of her
robe and reached inside to cup her left breast, imagining Draco telling her all of this face-to-
face, no physical barriers.

She couldn’t help herself. “Do-“ Hermione grazed her nipple with her fingers, making her
keen and take a deep breath. “Do you ask for permission before you touch a woman?”

“Always, Granger.” He told her in a stern voice. “I need a woman to know exactly what she’s
getting herself into before I even lay a finger on her body.” The images he created in her
mind had her breath coming in short pants. “She has to tell me verbally that she wants my
touch...that she wants the things I am going to do to her.”
The idea of him doing anything he wanted to her body made her tense momentarily as she
pinched her nipple, making herself practically weep with the aching need between her legs.

“And if she said yes...” she whispered through the door, trying to control the wanting tone in
her voice. “What then? What would you do?”

This time it was Malfoy who let out a little groan and there was a thud; he had hit his head
back against the door in frustration.

“You want to know what I would do to a lady once she gave her consent?” he eventually
asked, sounding almost pained.

Hermione waited a beat before answering. “Yes, tell me.”

There was a dark chuckle that escaped him, before he started talking properly. “If I was going
to start anywhere, I would cup her face in my hands and kiss her gently at first, then devour
her.” He told her quietly. “Then I would move down her neck, maybe tease a little nibble
against her skin to see if she’s into it...”

Hermione felt her pulse starting to race. “...and lick along her collarbone before I made it
down to her breasts.” She held her breath, the ache between her legs intensifying. “By then,
they should be full and heavy, waiting for my touch.” Draco’s voice was low and dangerous
as she felt compelled to echo him with her movements, massaging both of her breasts now.

It felt so good to let his words surround her, as she leaned back further against the bathroom
door and spread her legs slowly for herself. She let out a small moan.

“Do you want me to continue?” he asked seriously. Hermione knew it was a loaded question.
If she let him go on then that would be it; that familiarity that they had in their working
relationship would be shattered. They would be crossing that line... did he want that?
“Granger, answer the question- tell me what you want.”

“Keep going...” she whispered in reply, her body tense with the thought of him thinking that
this was a mistake...that they shouldn’t be doing this. She knew there was a begging tone to
her voice, but she didn’t care. She just needed him to keep talking to her; telling her things
that she could imagine him doing...imagine him doing to her.

There was an intake of breath from behind the door. “Thank fuck-“ she heard him say to
himself, and relief washed through her system at the thought of him wanting to do this with
her; wanting to tell her these things. “Granger, the things I would do to-“ he didn’t finish his
sentence. He didn’t say anything for a few moments and Hermione knew what he was doing;
Occluding.

The seconds stretched on, and she panicked for a moment thinking that he was going to stop,
but then his voice came roughly through the wood. “-I’d tease her nipples gently, palm them
and circle my hands around her breasts until they tightened up for me.” Hermione bit her lip.
“Then I would look up at her as I placed my mouth over them. If she liked the nibbling on
her neck, then I’d do some light biting or soft pinches to her nipples too.” Her breathing
hitched and this time it was her own head thudding against the wall in frustration.
“You like the sound of that, Granger?” he asked her thickly. “You like being bitten softly?”

She did. She loved her neck being nipped and teased; her pulse point being licked and rough
stubble grazing against her collarbone and under her ear as a thick hand closed in around her
throat-

“Yes.” she answered, her body trembling at the thought of it.

“Good...I hope the thought of it does things to you.” his voice sounded shaky as he sucked in
a breath. “Stay with me, Granger... because after that, I would make my way down her body,
pressing kisses to her skin, licking and sucking every inch of her along the way.” He told her
confidently, and she could picture him as he did it.

“Oh, God-” she moaned, her eyes rolling up as her walls quivered in anticipation. She didn’t
care that he could hear her. The things he said...the way they added to the intensity of
everything...

“That’s it, Granger... feel it-”

Hermione let her right-hand slide down, cupping herself through her robe, the heat making
her gasp at the first touch since he had started talking properly. The whole world swam away
and all she could hear was Draco’s voice practically growling as he continued to talk to her.

“My mouth would warm her as I would let the anticipation build. Then I would lean down
and lick her with the flat if my tongue from slit to clit, before focusing on her clit for circles.
I’d fucking experiment... Flat tongue, pointed tongue, fast, slow to see what she responds to
best...find out what would make her scream for me.”

“Oh...” she breathed out. She couldn’t take it anymore. She slid a hand inside the opening of
the bottom of her robe, rubbing at her outer lips and wishing it were Draco’s fingers touching
her. She knew he would have strong fingers that could leave her dripping with raging desire
and a tongue that could torture her for hours before giving her what she wanted.

“I like that sound,” his tone was low. “You seem like the type to make small sounds instead
of cries and screams...intimate...just for you and the man whose fucking you.”

Shit, how much more of this could she possibly take?

“Eventually, I’d put my fingers right where she needs them...feel her stretch for me, one
finger at a time.” Draco continued as Hermione slipped a finger inside herself slowly and
pulled it out, teasing her opening and stretching herself as she bit her lip to stop herself crying
out. “Fuck, who knows, maybe two or three fingers would fill her... I bet she would feel so
tight... and I would curl each one toward her front wall to slide across her G-spot. Fuck, the
noises she would make-”

“Oh, shit-” she keened as she followed his words, slipping two fingers inside of her soaking
core and pumping them slowly before finding her G-spot. Draco had gotten her so turned on
that finding the spot was easy, and each intense stroke left her toes curling on the tiled floor.
“Please, God-“
“-All the while, Granger... I’ll be fucking her with my fingers as I’d be licking and sucking
her clit like this was my only fucking chance at it. It might only take a few minutes because
she wants it so fucking much, but I would do what she liked and listen to her whines and her
moans. I’d listen to her body and stick with it until she comes all over my fingers and wets
my lips...and it would be the best reward ever, fucking trust me.”

She kept her fingers going, pumping them in and out of her and finding all of the ways that
her body liked it, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit before easing up and brushing
it with her thumb. The whole time, she could only imagine that Draco was really the one
there doing it to her, and she found herself nearing the edge of something as heat started to
unfurl in her belly.

“Please –” she panted. “I’m close – I’m-“

“Keep going, Granger...get yourself right on the edge...” his voice sounded desperate.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Come for him? Oh, fuck... she was right there now, her body was starting to spasm. Just the
thought of him saying those words to her...

“I need to-“

“Do it.” He demanded; his tone serious. “Do it for me, Granger... be a good girl. Come for
me now.”

Her walls clenched around her two fingers as she strummed her clit with her thumb, and she
cried out at his words, pushing herself over the edge and coating her hand in her own
slickness. The orgasm was so intense and so needed, but she bit her lip hard, moaning his
name as quietly as she could.

“Malfoy...” she knew he heard it. The breathy moan escaped her lips with his name on them.

“Yes, Granger – fuck...” he rasped and she heard him shift against the door. “That sounded
fucking amazing...”

As she came down, she felt her senses returning to Earth. The coiled spring inside of her had
gone for now; she felt almost normal. What hadn’t gone away however was the burning need
in the back of her mind and the prickly heat on her skin reminding her that just this once
would not be enough.

She needed even more now that she had been given a small glimpse into what it might be like
to be fucked by Draco Malfoy. She wanted him to fuck her so badly...there was no other way
around it.
 Part Two

More

“Your blood pressure seems to be normal.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I suggest that you keep yourself hydrated due to your temperature-“ Another eye roll, which
Malfoy caught and gave her the smallest of smirks; the only time he had actually looked at
her since she had left the Bathroom after- well ... after they had done what they did... or
didn’t do.

It was awkward. She knew it would be and as soon as her thought process had returned to
normal, she immediately questioned both of their sanities for letting it go that far. But then
again, that was the whole point wasn’t it? Neither of them was in their right minds at that
point. They both needed

to go through that process to get themselves to where they were now; thinking coherently.

A means to an end. It was just a means to an end. For him, anyway.

“And you said she can’t have any calming draughts or sleeping potions?” Draco asked the
Witch enquiringly. “To help her?”

She felt a little stung by that. She had thought of it herself, but hearing it from him was like
him saying he wanted her unconscious to make it easier. Like he wouldn’t feel the emotional
rollercoaster he was on as strongly if she was out cold.

“We don’t know how they will react together, I’m afraid.” The Medi-witch replied and she
tucked the clipboard under her arm. “Someone will be back a little later with food and to
check Hermione over again –“ Hermione huffed and shook her head. “-Until then,
just...well...”

Draco snorted. “Try not to shag?” Hermione’s hair stood up on the back of her neck. “Yeah,
I’m sure we’ll try to contain ourselves, Healer Murphy.”

The Healer mumbled something under her breath before exiting the room, leaving the pair of
them alone in silence once again.

Hermione chose the time to rifle through the bag that Malfoy had brought in for her. She had
fallen asleep once she had brought herself out of the bathroom. Malfoy had positioned
himself back in the armchair and must have stayed there quietly until she had fallen asleep,
silently watching over her.

The release had brought her sleep, but upon waking that familiar ache between her legs had
started to ebb away at her again.

She refused to let Malfoy know that, though. She would just wait until he could feel it
too...anything else was just too embarrassing and she flat out refused to ask him for help
again while she was still lucid.

Not when it was slightly awkward between them after the last time. She didn’t even know if
he would want to help again. Last time had been intense.

Yes. Very intense. The things he said to her and the way he said them made her skin feel like
it was catching fire. He made her insides ache and her mind race. It didn’t help that the initial
attraction she felt towards him only grew stronger once the potions potency increased.

She knew she would have to be careful with what she said to him as time went on in all of
this...she couldn’t have him working out how bad her little thing for him was.

Rifling through her bag, she saw him move from the armchair and stretch himself. His arms
going up into the air and behind his head. She really never noticed just how tall and daunting
he was when he was at full height. His whole presence could make people feel intimidated,
especially

when they were out in the field and someone tried to threaten or attack either of them.

A flashback gripped her mind as she remembered the murderer Flintwick Rheon being
suspended in mid-air against a cold brick wall by Malfoy’s bare hands because the man had
threatened Hermione as he was cornered by the pair. He boasted that he could make her do
things sexually that she could only dream of under the Imperius Curse. Hermione could
remember the feral growl that had erupted from her blonde partner, and he moved so quickly
that Hermione didn’t have time to process what was going on.

Rheon said nothing after that and accepted his arrest, but Malfoy also stayed silent. Quiet and
brooding as always, he explained later to Hermione that men do not talk to women like that,
especially without permission.

She didn’t get it then, but she got it now. Draco Malfoy was respectful, and the idea of
someone taking advantage of a woman like that caused him to react. Whether his own actions
were erratic or not didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to him was that the woman’s
dignity was left untouched.

“I couldn’t find your underwear.” Hermione’s face flushed as she noticed that he was coming
a little closer to her, his hands in his pockets. “I managed to find a large T-shirt which I can
only assume you use for bed, because it should not be used for public wear-“

“Oh yes, because you’re so up on women’s fashion-“ Hermione laughed sarcastically as she
looked in the bag and there was indeed no underwear. She would just have to use a cleaning
charm on the ones that she had.

“I know what I think looks good on a woman, Granger...” he told her with a slight purr to his
voice and she took a second to collect herself. “Women can wear whatever they bloody well
please, but I know what I like to look at.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “Don’t tell me... suspenders and garter belts?” she turned to
look at him with a raised eyebrow.

He flashed her a grin. “I would never complain.” He nodded his head and rubbed the back of
his neck as he walked closer. “But pencil skirts are more my fortè.” He said in almost a
rumble more to himself than her, but she didn’t miss it. It made her suck in a breath.

Hermione blushed furiously and swallowed as she took him in; white shirt sleeves rolled up
and she could see the veins in his arms as if his fists were clenching in his pockets. He was
looking down at the ground now, looking deep in thought, like he regretted his confession.
Hermione was glad of his distraction. His words had not gone unnoticed.

She had only worn a pencil skirt to work once.

She wore trousers or longer and free-flowing skirts, but found her usual work attire either in
the washing or borrowed by her flat-mate Ginny Weasley. The pencil skirt had sat at the back
of her wardrobe for emergencies, hoping she would never actually have to use it...

The grey skirt pinched at her thighs and restricted her movements far more than she would
have liked. Her work pants usually gave her the freedom to stretch her legs a little more, but
this skirt confined her...how did women do this every day?

She was unsure what to pair it up with at first, but then found a white blouse to match it with
and a pair of black heels. The conservative look ... with the top buttons of her chiffon on
blouse undone ready for the eventual heat of the summer day. Hair up in a messy bun with a
few strands that wouldn’t quite stay up in the bobble falling around her face.

She got a few looks walking through the office that morning. A couple of nods in hello and
eyes staying on her a little longer than usual. It was almost unnerving and she almost started
to regret her decision to step out in this skirt. Was she that predictable? Was she causing a
stir because of something as small as an unpredictable item of clothing? Were people really
that shallow to notice?

“Miss Granger!” Came Rufus Gideon’s voice from the back of the of ice. “Just the very
person I wanted to see-“ he was gaining momentum towards her, his handlebar moustache
wisping about his cheeks as he picked up the pace towards her.

Gideon was a fellow Auror and someone that popped by the office frequently to either speak
to Draco or chat up Hermione with his not-so-subtle pickup lines. But Hermione liked him as
a person; he was a bit of fun and someone who could be easily brushed off with little bit of
persistence being taken.

“Mr Gideon, I’m sure you’d prefer to speak to Malfoy-“ she told him with a smile as she
turned in towards the office that she shared with Malfoy, praying he wasn’t there before she
could transfigure her skirt into a pair of pants as she was now starting to feel slightly
uncomfortable.

No such luck.

There he sat in the corner of the office behind his desk, in those bloody glasses of his. He was
studying a report on a burglary from the night before, his short hair mussed from where he
had dragged his hand through it in frustration as he took in the evidence within the file.

He filled his chair. His frame filled the whole space and as his elbows rested on the desk
Hermione bit her lip lightly at glimpse she got of his large forearms. The man was broad and
built. She had always thought he was large but now that she was looking at him properly...
his stature was powerful and strong.

“Granger...” he drawled in hello as she put her bag down on her desk, her back to him. He
hadn’t looked up from his report to greet her; she only heard a deep intake of breath from
behind her which she frowned at, but he was still in the same position as before when she
turned back to look at him, looking down at his file.

“Good morning Malf-“ she went to say.

“-Draco, didn’t know you were in this early!” Came Rufus’ voice from the door as he had
followed Hermione and stepped inside the office. His eyes automatically sought out the witch.
“I was just telling Miss Granger here that I might require her assist-“

“She won’t be interested, Gideon.” Draco told him matter of factly, and Hermione saw him
finally look up from his report to view the red-haired man. “Granger doesn’t date work
colleagues, you’re out of luck.”

Hermione scoffed and picked up a file lying on her table. She felt his eyes fall on her for a
second; it was the longest second of her life. She heard his chair creek as he shifted in it as he
sat back f urther in it.

“I don’t believe I have ever protested about having inter-work relationships.” She said
without looking at him. “What people do in their private lives is up to them as long as they
can keep work and sex separate.”

Rufus laughed. Malfoy did not. Hermione had never objected to relationships at work. She
had only ever scolded Malfoy for his little affair with Polly Hughes from HR because his
displays of public affection made her sick to her stomach. She should have known then that
she harboured a crush, but she put it down to being disgusted by the subtle touches and looks
that the two gave each other when they passed in corridors or in the lifts.
That was over now though, had been for a good few months, thank god. Just another notch
on Malfoy’s belt for him to add to. He usually kept his affairs completely private, but Polly
seemed to have some sort of strange effect on him. He must have really liked her to be so
open about her and it raised Hermione’s hackles.

“I wasn’t about to bounce up here and ask the lady for a date.” Rufus told Draco jovially. “I
just needed to see if she would mind looking into the Whitlock report for me?” His blue eyes
turned to Hermione and she nodded.

“Of course.” She smiled and took the file from the man and added it to her pile of to-do’s.

“Although if she did ever want to accept-“ Rufus said with a wink.

“Now, now-“ Hermione told him with a laugh. “Steady on.”

“Pervert.” Draco sighed, shaking his head.

The redheaded man shrugged with a laugh. “Worth a try!” He then went to walk away,
before turning back to Hermione. “By the way, Miss Granger,” he said with a wink. “Nice
skirt...don’t you agree, Draco?” and there was a devilish twinkle in his eye as he left the
room.

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink and she could not look in Draco’s direction as he chuckled
and buried his head back into his report and said nothing in reply. She took a few calming
breaths before she sat down at her desk and opened up her own file.

“He’s a leach.” Draco told her in a low voice from across the room, still not looking up at
her.

“I know.” She kept her eyes down at her own file.

“A real man wouldn’t tell you that he liked the skirt,” he said quietly, turning the page of his
report and pushing his glasses up from his nose. “He would just keep quiet, appreciate it
from afar and hope that one day there might be a more appropriate time to bring it up.”

Nothing else was said between them, but the next day Hermione wore her usual work pants,
and Malfoy could suddenly look her in the eye again.

...and that was when Hermione realised that Draco Malfoy was not like other men could be.
He hadn’t once leered at her openly, and that was the only comment that he had made about
her skirt.

She had gone into work that day expecting some sarcastic comment about her work attire,
when all she had actually got from him was respect.
“You packed my toothbrush...” she smiled, trying to change the subject at seeing him look
slightly uncomfortable at his confession. She kept digging through the bag and her eyes
widened in surprise. “And a book.” Not just any book. It was her favourite Muggle book.
How did he-

“-oral hygiene is important.” He told her pointedly. “And we wouldn’t want you bored
shitless having nothing better to do than talk to me now, would we?” he told her with a
chuckle as he moved past her and around the bed to the left-hand side.

Hermione noticed a stack of files on top of the bedside draws on that side, before he sat down
on the bed and shuffled back until he was against the headboard. It looked like he was there
to stay; staked his claim on the left side of the bed with his paperwork and presence.

A jolt of electricity shot through her at the thought of him being in close contact with her.
Sharing a bed...whether they were merely just sitting on it together or not.

He pointed at the book she was holding in her hands; “I er- remember you having a
conversation at dinner once with Alexis Mottram.” He told her as he picked up a file from his
stack and opened it. “Atticus Finch and why he was viewed as a character who was brave,
honourable, respectful to others, wise, compassionate and thoughtful.”

He reeled off her points like he had memorised them off by heart. Like he had taken the time
to really listen to what she had said.

And then it struck her. This was suddenly so normal...how was he doing this? One minute he
couldn’t look in her direction and then the next he was acting so normal. She knew her
hormones were all over the place, but was she really flipping back and too on this while he
was –

“Occlumency.” He told her, his voice breaking her thoughts like he had read her confused
facial

expression. And then she understood. “I started it as soon as you-“ she watched him stutter
over his words for a second. “- since the bathroom. If I get a head start on it then next time I
might not-“ he looked flushed, a tinge of colour to his cheeks.

“Thank you.” Was all she said, taking out her over-sized T-shirt from her bag. She didn’t
need to say anymore; Draco nodded in acceptance and sat there on the opposite side of the
bed silently.

The air felt thick with a different type of tension then.

Anticipation.

All they could do now was wait.

Hermione was halfway through an important Chapter of ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ when it
started to stir properly. The same itchy and uncomfortable feeling on her skin at first, but the
feelings intensified this time and within half an hour she was trying to stop herself from
squirming on the bed.

Only Malfoy was on the bed with her now too; sitting there next to her on the other side with
those glasses on and good god the body heat she could feel from him and the
aftershave...probably her new favourite smell ever.

She felt restless, tense and agitated. The coiled spring was tightening inside of her gradually,
making her feel like she needed to be unravelled in the most depraved of ways.

She couldn’t look at him. If she looked at him then he would know, and she couldn’t have
that. She knew he said he would help her but last time it was through a door and it was only
words. She felt sure that this time she would want more than that...the feeling of arousal was
so much stronger than before.

“Cooling charm.” Hermione’s insides clenched involuntarily at his words. That feeling of
complete arousal was back again at the sound of his serious tone. “Cast a cooling charm and
get a shower.”

Hermione envied him in that moment. Sitting there all calm and collected whilst she felt the
heat pool between her legs. Mr prim and proper in his waistcoat and fancy pants and his fuck-
me glasses.

Meanwhile, she sat there in an oversized T-shirt and a scruffy bun on top of her head with
beads of perspiration starting to appear on her forehead. There couldn’t have been two more
juxtaposing images in the world at that moment.

“Alright for you to say,” she grumbled, folding her arms across her chest. “Mr I’m not even
slightly affected.”

She watched him tense and shake his head. “Don’t.” He told her. “Just don’t.”

But she knew he was right about needing a shower, and before another wave could hit her,
she was off the bed and pulling her T-shirt over her head. As she got to the bathroom door,
she was left only in her knickers as she pulled the bun out of her hair and let her curly tresses
cascade down her back as she walked. She didn’t even think about Malfoy behind her.

“For the love of-“ there was a sharp intake of breath from him as he sat on the bed, but she
didn’t turn around. “...doing that on purpose...” she heard him grumble under his breath, and
she didn’t look back. She just smiled to herself and hoped that he felt even the smallest
portion of arousal like she did right now.

It would serve him and his bloody glasses right.

Bringing herself off in the shower was a disaster. Not only did it not work, but she now felt a
thousand times worse as her arousal increased and so did her senses.

The Healer’s would not be back on rounds to check her statistics for another hour, so she
knew it would just be her and Malfoy. She didn’t know if she could bring herself to go out
there and face him; would he even be able to face her if she did? Would he be angry? Would
he even be able to look at her?

Maybe she could stay in the bathroom and just get him to talk to her through the door again...
but she knew that wouldn’t work. She knew she needed more this time. She was craving
closeness and touch now... her body was screaming to be touched...to be near someone.

She left her hair damp and pulled her T-shirt back over her head, leaving her knickers on the
floor where they were. She would only soak them now if she put them back on. She knew she
probably looked like a wild and feral animal, but she just needed something...she needed the
craving to stop.

When she opened the bathroom door, he was pacing the room. His footsteps were hard and
heavy and his hands were shoved in his pockets. And the smell of him... she whimpered
when it hit her.

He turned; his eyes were glassy and he looked far away, but she could see a fire within them
trying to escape. She knew she had made it harder for him to Occlude because she hadn’t
been able to get herself off...she had only made his attraction to her stronger because of her
own desire emanating out of her.

He stood tall as he looked at her. His full size causing the breath to leave her lungs as she
took in the full expanse of his chest and shoulders. His thighs looked thick beneath his
trousers and his forearms could easily pick her up and hold her against him. He had the type
of body that had a woman weak at the knees... he was strong and dominating in stature.

“You didn’t-“ he tried to speak calmly. “-It’s stronger than before, but my Occulmancy is
holding a lot of it at bay...” he shut his eyes. “But I can still tell that you didn't-“

Hermione walked weak legged in to the room and managed to sit down on the edge of the
bed, drawing her knees up to her chest. The cool air hit her core and she felt a second of
relief, but it didn’t last long.

“I couldn’t.” She told him quietly, feeling her body quiver as her nipples scraped against her
T-shirt as she looked at him... glasses... “I need more than-“ she shook her head. “I’m not in
control, I need something else.”

She watched his eyes darken when she said the word control. She watched his body language
change as he took a few steps towards her; his eyes focusing on her bare legs and thighs as he
came closer to her.

“Does not being in control scare you?” he asked her with a shallow breath, coming to stand
directly in front of her now as his smell intoxicated her. “Can you hand over your control to
someone who would look after it for you? Look after you while you weren’t in your right
mind?”

“If it’s someone I trust, then yes.” She told him almost breathlessly. He went quiet for a
minute, and she knew what he was thinking. “Like you.” please...

He let out a breath.

She looked up at him, her eyes misting over with raw need and lust at the sound he made.
She couldn’t think straight, not when she was looking at him in those –

“Glasses.” She panted at him, biting her lip. She saw him frown at her. “Can you-“ she shook
her head and clenched her thighs. “-please take off your glasses.”

“My glasses? Why-“

“They do things to me.” Was all she said in a whisper as another shiver overtook her.
“Always have.” she heard him make a guttural noise before he fell to his knees right in front
of her.

“Granger, don’t do this-“ he said between harsh breathing. Both of his arms were on either
side of her. If she put her legs down, they would graze his forearms... if she moved, he would
be able to see her private parts – “You don’t know what your words are doing to me.”

She swallowed and felt goose bumps cover her legs. The sight of him there kneeling on the
ground in front of her like a desperate sinner at Church almost had her opening her legs for
him there and then, but the last shred of her rationality stopped her.

Because she knew he wouldn’t touch her. He was a man of his word...unless she could make
his resolve snap. But that would be unfair on him.

But she craved it. She needed more his voice and his words this time. She needed to be close
to him; to feel him there with her while she got through this.

“Malfoy-“ she gritted out through her teeth. “I need to be touched...” she felt like a woman on
the edge and she bit her lip as she wriggled on the mattress, the pressure giving her little
relief.

“...please.”

She saw the resolve snap in his eyes and he pulled himself up onto his knees so that he was
almost level with her as she sat on the bed.
“Granger, I keep a certain level of control in everything that I do.” He started, and he was
looking into her eyes seriously. “I won’t ask more of you than you are willing to give, and I
expect that to go both ways.”

She nodded, trying to understand his words but his aftershave was overpowering her senses,
making her weak.

“I will ask you for your verbal consent every time I so much as put my hands on you, do you
understand?” he asked her as he searched her eyes to make sure she understood. “I will not
take advantage; I won’t touch you intimately like this...I can’t.”

She let out a shallow groan at his words. He wouldn’t touch her intimately...he couldn’t give
her what she needed.

“But you have my permission to put your hands on me...” He told her as he closed his eyes
and willed himself to speak. “Take whatever you need from me to get you through this.”
When his eyes opened again, his pupils were blown wide, his Occlumency starting to
dissolve. “I’m yours, Granger.”

And then she was bold. She slid herself towards the edge of the bed and lowered herself until
her legs spread wide over his thighs as he sat there kneeling in front of her. She saw the look
of astounding wonder in his eyes and gave him a small smile when she carefully lifted up her
hands and took his glasses from his face.

“Takes away a little temptation for me...” she told him softly, putting the glasses back onto
the bed and noticed that his hands were balled up into fists at his sides.

She watched his eyes rake down to her T-shirt. “Nothing takes away the temptation for me,
Granger...” he let out a small breath. “Fuck, you’ll have my control snapping if you keep
sitting on me like this...”

She wiggled further onto his lap to get comfortable and the sensations it caused for her had
her moaning and biting her lip. “Keep talking, Malfoy.” She groaned out. “Tell... tell me what
to do...”

She heard him moan this time. “I could tell you all kinds right now love... shit, I can’t keep
my eyes off you in that shirt...” he rasped and shifted his thighs a little until he was sat right
back on his knees, close to the ground so she could settle further onto him. “Sorry- I
shouldn’t-“ he tried to correct himself but she gave him a small smile and shook her head.

“You can look.” She told him in a small voice, and she knew he needed that.

“Thank fuck.” He sighed, and his eyes devoured her body as she sat on top of his thighs with
her legs spread wide. “Because I don’t think I’d be able to tear my eyes away.” And his eyes
glanced at her chest, her nipples poking through the shirt. She knew he couldn’t miss them,
and he let out a small hiss.

“They’re not much...” she said in a small voice, hearing him gasp as he registered her
meaning as she looked him dead in the eye. “But I like them to be touched” his eyes were
dark. "Can I think about you touching them?” she asked timidly in a throaty voice as his eyes
burned into her. “Is that okay?” she whispered, hearing the tension in Draco’s tone at her
question, and he hummed for a moment. She could feel him adjusting himself below her,
picturing her and what she was describing in his head.

There were a few seconds of silence as Draco kept his eyes closed. And then that dominating
tone from earlier was suddenly back, making her core heat and her senses take over.

“Put your hands on your breasts through your shirt and tease your nipples for me.” He
instructed, and his voice was almost demanding and tense.

As she did what he asked, a small sigh escaped her mouth, and she knew he heard it. “That’s
it, Granger ... Imagine your hands are mine, pinching and teasing you...it’s like pleasure and
pain mixed together...”

She whimpered at the sensation through her T-shirt, rolling her left nipple between her
fingers and feeling it harden. “Soothe the pain away if you need to. You’re not going to hurt
yourself...it’s just enough to let the sensations mix.”

She kept rubbing, arching her back into her own hands as she flipped it on him. She loved
feeling the warm touch of her fingers on her skin, but she wanted more...more of him. “Your
turn. Take your shirt off.”

He chuckled, adjusting himself beneath her thighs and he tutted. “Now, now... I thought we
were playing this safe.”

Feeling bold, she pulled herself up against him, her knees parting further on their own as she
slid herself further up on his thighs. “I need to see you...” she whispered into his ear, and she
could have sworn that she almost broke him them.

She felt his hot fingers reach out. “Can I put my hands on you?”

“Yes...” she hissed, and he dug those fingers into her thighs for a possessive second before
they made their way up to the buttons of his waistcoat and then his oxford shirt underneath.

The anticipation almost killed her as he loosened one button slowly after another, giving her
small glimpses of his abdomen and pecs as he went.

“Take what you need, Granger...look at me.” Jesus, he knew just what to say.

“Slip it down and off.” She asked him, getting braver. There was a rustle as he shed the shirt,
but all she could do was concentrate on not asking him to fuck her into the floor as she
viewed his body for the first time.

Smatterings of hair across his chest and a small trail that lead south. Broad shoulders that
were defined and an abdomen that she wanted to lick.

This man looked like he was carved from marble like some sort of Greek God. She paled
next to him in comparison.
“Granger...” he said lightly, bringing her out of her lust-filled haze. “Tell me what you need.”

She smiled to herself, knowing she wanted to push him to his limits in the way he pushed her
with his questions about her breasts. Her eyes glanced south and her mouth went dry.

Her core ached and she mewled under her breath, hungry for him...just the outline of him had
her wet. She took a deep breath at the thought of what she was about to ask, not being able to
help herself.

“Do you think you could fill me up, Malfoy?” she asked quietly and curiously, her eyes
concentrating on his collarbone and her cheeks flushing as she said the words. “Do you think
you would stretch me in all of the right places?”

She heard him take a sharp intake of breath, her words taking him by complete surprise.

“Fuck...don’t do that Granger, it’s not fair...” his hands skimmed down her arms, not touching
but just on the cusp.

She swallowed hard and chanced a glance up at him “Or are you maybe more than I can
handle?”

Hermione knew she had hit her mark when he groaned, and she felt him reaching down,
holding himself and trying not to stroke through his trousers. “You don’t want to know about
me and my sexual appetite, love.” He told her in a low, gravelly tone. “You’re stretching my
fucking self-

control to the limit right now...I’d break you, Granger.”

“I’m not some little waif that you can snap, Malfoy.” She admitted coyly. “I might be small
but I won’t snap in a strong breeze...” she clenched her thighs together on his and his
clenched his jaw in turn. “Is that a problem?”

Draco purred, and when he spoke up, his voice was raspy, thick with desire. “No, I like a
woman with curves...hips I can dig in and hold on to.” As he said it, his fingers trailed back
down to her thighs and whispered along them. “A woman who knows what she wants and
will let a man satisfy those cravings for her...”

His words did things to her. All hypothetical, but they hung in the air like it was her he was
talking about and not a just his mind talking about what he sees in a woman in general.

His eyes were at her thighs, watching his fingers grazing her skin as they both took shallow
breaths. His fingers were at the edge of her T-shirt, watching the material ride up as she
moved her thighs. He saw them tremble with anticipation before he spoke in barely a
whisper.

“Will you touch yourself for me?”

She keened and her fingers slowly slid down on herself as he said it, settling her back against
the side of the bed as she did.
“Spread your legs wider for me...” he coaxed, and she groaned a little as she traced her
fingers across her heat. “That’s it...make it feel good for yourself...” her hand disappeared up
inside her T- shirt; her intimate actions shielded by the material. “Good girl...”

“God, Malfoy... Your words, your voice...” she trailed off as the pleasure got too intense for
her brain to multitask, her focus gathering on the sliding of her fingers across her tender
flesh.

“I want to make this feel good for you, Granger... That’s the way your whole body should
feel while we do this.” he whispered into her ear and she purred. “Rub from top to bottom for
me...that’s it...” She did as he said and moaned, biting her lip. “Let your fingers spread
yourself all over your lips and up to your clit.” He told her gruffly, one of his hands coming
up to rest on the back of her head as he brushed his jawline against her cheek. “Tell me how
that feels...”

When her fingers found the bundle of nerves, she couldn’t hold back the loud moan which
rose until she could barely breathe, the sound going directly to his ear.

“Christ...what are you doing to me?” he shuddered against her. “So good, Granger...so
fucking good for me...”

She shook at his words, knowing exactly what he meant. She did want to be good for him so
fucking good. “I want you to feel this with me...” she whispered against him, and the hand in
her hair gripped her tighter.

Draco’s moan was deep, rumbling and making her fingers speed up a little more. “Oh, I’m
imagining that my dick is being stroked...but I don’t know how much longer I can hold out
though when I know you're getting close...Is that what you want Granger? Do you want to
come?”

Incoherent, she moaned, but he heard her meaning loud and clear, and she could hear his
breath quicken in her ear and the hand on her thigh gripped her hip softly. “Slip your fingers
inside yourself for me.”

She did as he asked and moaned in his ear again, making him grip her a little tighter. “Who
do you imagine is right there?...”

“Oh god...” she keened, grinding on her clit with every press of her fingers inside as she
imagined it was him pumping in and out of her. The hand fisted in her hair brought her closer
to him as the

hand on her hip pulled her further onto his lap...positioned just right to avoid the feel of his
cock.

“...every thick inch stretching you and taking you right to the edge.” She felt his lips trace her
earlobe and her own grazed his jawline.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I need to be fucked just like that.” her hips were bucking, helping her
hand, and she rode so close to the edge as he held her to him, groaning harshly into her ear.
She knew the sounds she was making were guttural, but they were out of her control and
Draco was echoing them back against her ear, taking his own masochistic pleasure as she
found hers.

“Faster, Granger...” he told her in a rough, primal tone. “Fuck your hand like you’ve got
someone pounding into you hard... bottoming out deep inside of you.” He panted, barely
holding on to his

sanity as he felt her rocking into her fingers on top of him. “Who is fucking you, Hermione?”

She threw her head back against his hand when he said her name, her fingers sinking in
deeper and faster, her eyes screwing shut and her other hand reached out and grabbed on to
his shoulder.

They both moaned at the contact and the meaning behind it.

“I’m close...” she whispered and opened her eyes, unprepared for the fire in his. She could
see the tension in his shallow breathing as he fought for control. “...Malfoy, get me there...
come with me.”

“Granger, I’m holding back my own pleasure as much as I fucking can...I want you to get
there.”

His tone was thick and the hand at her hip gripped her tight in frustration. “As soon as I hear
the sound of you coming, I’ll be fucking gone.” He hissed.

“Let me keep the little bit of control I have left... I need you to come for me before I turn you
over and slam myself inside you... get us both there. But this is all for you.”

Only her. This was always only for her. Her pleasure and relief; not his. He did not want to
take advantage of her situation. If anything, it only made her want him all the more. And oh,
did she

want him inside of her so badly.

“Oh...god...” she quaked, her hand moving faster inside of herself and finding her clit each
time with her palm. She closed her eyes again, feeling every sensation wash over her and let
herself feel the warmth of his body underneath her.

In her mind, she pictured him pumping in and out of her with his hard cock, his eyes
squeezed tight and tension through every muscle as he held himself on the edge for her.

She opened her eyes and looked down to see his stomach muscles were tensed, ridged under
his skin with the repressed power inside of him and the control he was keeping. She heard
him growl down at her. She looked back up at him.

“Granger...” And it felt like a warning that he had reached his threshold to Occlude against
her.
When she imagined him flipping her onto her back and burying himself inside of her, it was
all she could take.

Her nails gripped into his shoulder and her other hand coaxed at that sweet spot just inside of
her.

“Come on Granger...” he rasped out and held her flush against him. The movement caused
the hand buried inside of herself to delve further, while the back of her hand brushed against
something long, thick and hard inside of his pants. “Fuck- oh...Hermione-“ Draco groaned
out loudly and thrust himself against her hand involuntarily.

That was all it took.

“Malfoy- yes!”

"That's it, love-"

The orgasm crashed over her in waves, the cries were loud even to her own ears as she
keened, threw her head back and continued to rock her hand against them both as Draco
choked and sputtered as his head crashed into her shoulder, losing his control.

“Stop- Granger – fuck...” he breathed harshly into her hair, steadying his own hips to stop
himself from reacting.

She teased it out for as long as she could, eventually being forced into taking a big breath to
settle her body from the intense release. As her hand stopped moving, she felt Draco move
her backwards a little, before she felt herself being lifted from the ground in his arms and
settled back onto the bed.

He stood over her then breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as the dull lights spilled
onto the expanse of his broad shoulders. His eyes were intent and almost deadly, like he was
trying to decide whether to fuck her or kill her.

She felt one of his large hands softly touch the top of her head and make its way down her
hair until his fingers cupped her chin gently, making her look up at him.

“This is about you, not me.” He told her seriously as she held herself up on her elbows to get
a better look at him. “I’m not here for me. I can’t take advantage of you like that... please
don’t ask me to.”

She frowned as she saw him take a deep breath, stand back and ran a hand through his hair
and then soften his features; Occlumency almost back in place.

“I’m going to get a shower,” he told her in a quiet voice. “Hopefully the water should take
away the smell of my aftershave...” he was saying it more to himself than to her. “Take away
the intensity for you.”
As he walked to the bathroom, Hermione suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. Her
hormones settling, she realised the reason for Draco’s sudden need for space away from her.

His control had almost slipped away from him. Something that he never allowed to happen.
He felt guilty because he thought he was taking advantage when she wasn’t in her right mind.
He felt his guilt for nearly giving in.

Hermione felt her guilt for nearly making him.

Seduction

The ‘just showered’ look complete with damp, messy hair and his glasses back in place did
absolutely nothing for him. The white T-shirt he wore post-shower didn’t show off his lean
physique and didn’t cling to him in all of the right places.

The grey comfy joggers he wore as sleep attire that now settled low on his hips were not
distracting at all. And they most definitely did not outline the details of him that she couldn’t
avoid glancing at... he was not giving her small heart palpitations.

Nope ... he wasn’t mouth-watering in the slightest.

The worst thing about it all was the fact that she was completely within her right mind. Her
lust had been sated for now and she was casually sat back against the headboard of the bed,
still in her over-sized T-shirt with her bottom half covered by the quilt cover. Her hair back in
a scruffy bun as she viewed the files that Draco had left on his side of the bed.

Draco has taken an unusually long time in the shower. At first she wondered if men stayed
under the spray just to have imaginary arguments and conversations with themselves. Then
she thought idly that he was Draco Malfoy...he probably preens himself in the shower for
hours every night.

And then the bathroom door had opened, the smell of peppermint and vanilla hit her senses
and there he stood with just a long, thick white towel covering his lower half as he sauntered
out of the bathroom.
Droplets of water were still clinging to his shoulders and settling along his collarbone.

Hermione’s mouth went dry and her concentration went to shit, because the image of him
walking across the carpeted floor and towards his overnight bag had her insides tensing when
she saw the muscles tightening in his back as he leaned down to look into the bag.

He said something. She didn’t hear him over the blood rushing to her ears. He turned his head
to look in her direction.

He caught her ogling his masculinity.

Shit... say something.

She cleared her throat and forced her eyes down to the file on her lap. “You shower like a
woman,” she sniffed casually. “You took ages.”

He made a small sound, still looking over at her curiously. She looked up and met his eyes
again.

“Just needed a little personal time...” he told her quietly with a clench of his jaw as his eyes
gave her a pointed look. "Work out the frustration..."

Shit ... Draco Malfoy being unashamed of the fact that he had just brought himself off in the
shower had her thighs squeezing together at the thought.

Her subtle movement beneath the covers did not go unnoticed as his eyes darted to the
outline of her thighs, darkening as they did.

"Steady on Granger," he practically growled from the other side of the room. "Or you'll have
us both gunning for round three..." there was a wicked glint in his eye. "And I haven't
Occluded nearly enough to be able to resist you if you did decide to pounce..."

She wanted to say something sarcastic as he started to dress himself. She wanted to retort and
show him that he couldn’t affect her in the way he was trying to as he threw on that T-shirt
that did not cling to his biceps.

But the words she wanted to say had failed her as he pulled on those jogging bottoms and
then drew the towel away from himself.

All she could think about was the fact that Malfoy had gotten himself off on the other side of
the bathroom door to her. She was almost disappointed that she didn’t hear him... she really
wanted to know what he sounded like...

“But you were a really long time...” was instead the sentence that had slipped out of her
mouth before she could even stop it. Hermione’s eyebrows raised almost as high as Draco’s
had, and the blush upon her cheeks spread like wild-fire.

“I am a thirty-two-year-old man, Granger...” his voice drawled out her second name and it
flowed over her like an erotic vibration. “...I don’t exactly have the stamina of a school boy.”
He smirked at her and if he wasn’t keeping eye contact then hers would have rolled back into
her head.

She had absolutely no doubt at all that Malfoy’s stamina would be something to be reckoned
with.

As would his obvious patience and control. She shook her head without retorting and shifted
her eyes back down the file as she saw him starting to shift out of the corner of her eye. Good
lord... the man had a powerful pair of thighs.

“Granger, I think I need to step out for a minute.” She heard him say as she brought her eyes
up to his, and he suddenly looked uncomfortable and irate, like he was battling with himself.
“I know you’re lucid, but I feel-“ he scratched the back of his neck and took a deep breath. “I
feel like I’m losing my shit.”

Hermione’s eyes widened as she watched him gather himself and stand tall; he looked
positively dominating with his shoulders set back and an almost feral look in his eyes. But it
wasn’t sexual – it was possessive. She shuffled herself off to the edge of the bed and stood,
feeling the need to approach and comfort him.

Draco shook his head and brought his arms up to hug his chest as he looked at her
dangerously and let his eyes flit to her thighs.

“This is strange, I’ve never experienced this feeling before now.” He told her through gritted
teeth as he tried to explain his emotions, his eyes still looking her up and down. “It doesn’t
feel sexualised like before... it’s like a possessive burn telling me to make you mine...” his
voice was so low she could barely hear him. “...it’s primal like it’s telling me to take you and
mark you...mate with you...it’s making me angry.”

Hermione gasped and went to move towards him, an urge to reach out and make sure he felt
okay, but stopped herself at the look in his eyes. She knew that if she moved now then he
would have her, and she knew he didn’t really want that. This was just the effects of the
potion; it wasn’t real.

This wasn’t the Draco Malfoy from not forty-five minutes ago. The Draco Malfoy who
refused to touch her or give up any of his control. This was Draco Malfoy pushed by need
and a primal urgency to take what he wanted...to protect the woman he wanted. This was the
Draco Malfoy so conflicted by his emotions that his internal struggle was written all over his
face. It was coming out of him physically.

And it took a couple of seconds, but the reason for it became abundantly clear when the
hospital door opened, the Mediwitch walked through and a male Healer doing his rounds had
passed by the door.

It happened like it was in slow motion. The Healer made eye contact with Hermione, his eyes
lingering on her before he stopped at the door. She knew he felt compelled to enter the room;
to be nearer to her just like Malfoy did.
But that was as close as the Healer managed to get. Before he could take a step inside of the
room, Malfoy was already at the door, grabbing the Healer by the throat and snarling at him
as he picked him up and pinned him to the opposing wall in the corridor.

There was a flurry of activity, in which Hermione was rushed back onto her bed and the door
closed as other Healers and Medi-Witches and Wizards scurried around outside, shouting at
Malfoy to let go and for the male Healer to stop fighting in Draco’s grip.

Hermione shrank back onto her bed and the only thing she could think of was Draco; hoping
that he was okay and that he wouldn’t be in too much trouble.

After a few minutes of the door being closed and voices pleading and apologising outside, it
finally opened again with Malfoy standing in the doorway with three Healers behind him.

Hermione saw the look on his face before he even spoke; raw possession. She knew that if
the Healer’s weren’t in the room with them then she would be in serious trouble...or not,
depending on how she looked at it.

“Healer Jenkins was unaware that we were housing you on this floor for your stay,” a Healer
with a purple pixie-crop told Hermione sympathetically. “I am sure he will be absolutely
mortified when he is back in his right mind-“

“-better fucking had be-“ Draco grumbled under his breath.

“-and will no doubt want to apologise-“

“-he won’t be coming anywhere near her-“ he snarled.

“-when he comes to his senses.” The Healer bristled and glared over at Draco who was
currently pacing the room. “Auror Malfoy on the other hand needs to take some time to
collect himself and calm down.”

Hermione bit her lip and looked between Malfoy and the female Healers in the room. “Is he
acting this way because of another male presence?” she asked quietly. She did wonder why
he was being overly flirty earlier...not like Malfoy at all. His body must have sensed another
male’s presence and made him try to over compensate.

“We think that may be the case,” a Healer with a clipboard answered as she watched Malfoy
continue to pace and note things down curiously. “His senses were alerted to competition and
the potion caused his primal instincts to kick in... unfortunately his Occlumency has not been
able to stop things as affectively this time.”

“So, this has nothing to do with my own hormones?” Hermione asked curiously. “This is
something different?”

“The primal need to mate and be the Alpha-male will always be ingrained within the human
species.” The Healer closest to Hermione told her. “Even without the potion making your
hormones run wild, Mr Malfoy’s own hormones will be wired by his genetics to protect and
mate with an able-bodied female.”
“How romantic.” He growled as he sat down in the armchair and put his head in his hands.
“I’ll be fine once I’ve Occluded...this just took me by surprise... wasn’t expecting to feel
anything that intense...wanted to rip his head off of his shoulders just for looking at her.”

The Healer closest to him gave him a pointed look. “I would prefer it if you could step out
until-“

“It’s fine.” Hermione spoke up, seeing Draco look up at her intensely. “Draco won’t hurt
me.” And she saw the fire in his eyes as she said his first name and her insides melted, the
burning returning inside of her as soon as her eyes met his. “You’re okay to leave us.”

There was mumbling between the Healers.

“You heard the lady,” Draco told them in a low tone.

“Respect her wishes.” And his eyes said it all now; if they weren’t in the room, he was going
to fuck her.

It took him a good half an hour of sitting down and breathing intently with his eyes closed
and Hermione pacing the room restlessly before he finally stood up with a sigh, obviously
dissatisfied with his efforts.

“I need another shower.” Draco announced as his eyes seemed to change, softening. He
began rubbing the back of his neck and taking another deep breath. “Gather myself and
Occlude a little better while I’m in there.”

There was an instinct inside of her telling her to make him stop...tell him not to Occlude his
senses and to just see what happened...she wanted his hands on her. This was all so absolutely
frustrating for her, and the fact that he could control himself so well was making her wonder
whether he actually saw her sexually at all.

If he did, he had never alluded to it. Draco was a professional in the work place; he never said
anything to her that she could conceive as sexualised... he was always either sarcastic, polite
or brooding. Brooding was something that Draco happened to do very well, and it suited
him...it added to his dominating personality.

Hermione heard the shower come on, and the images of him standing there under the
shower’s spray had her stomach coiling and her ovaries exploding...and oh look, Draco had
left the bathroom door just slightly ajar.
Could she... would she? ... just a peek? What harm could it do?

But she knew the answer to that. She already steeled herself for what a disaster it would be
for her as her legs started walking her towards the door.

It would probably bring with it a world of trouble that would unleash a can of worms and she
didn’t want to have to deal with the repercussions just yet. Besides, he would most likely just
tell her to get back on her bed... to stop being stupid and try to control her –

Oh...my...

Her feet had led her to the crack in the door. The crack in the door was open just enough for
Hermione to see the mirror along the side of the wall above the sink. The mirror just
happened to be opposite to the shower, and in the shower stood Malfoy...the glass fogged up
around him from the waist down due to the heat of the water.

Hermione’s mouth went dry as she saw him turn in the reflection of the mirror, exposing the
expanse of his back as he let the soap suds trail down from his neck, his skin glistening as the
suds slid lower until the disappeared out of view of the fogged-up screen.

She could tell he was tense, and the ache between her legs crept up a notch when she saw the
muscles tighten as he brought his arms up to wash his hair; getting a peek of those delicious
forearms as Draco ran his hands through his hair.

“You’re not helping.” Came his voice, and Hermione squeaked as she realised that he had
turned his head to the side to view her in the mirror, his eyes locking with hers through the
crack of the door. “...I think you need this shower more than I do...”

Was that an invitation or-

He turned to face the mirror, and all Hermione knew was this:

Draco Malfoy was not supposed to look that good wet.

Water cascading down his body as he stood washing himself, all the while keeping his eyes
on her.

Hermione found herself not being able to look away as her heart rate increased, and the crack
in the door was now open further, giving him a view of her in that scruffy T-shirt.

“They said this would get worse before it gets better,” Malfoy told her in a rough voice, his
eyes taking her in. “The temptation will make us both want this more than we know we
should... more than we already do...”

His words clung in the air and she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. Draco had gone
from barely letting his control slip to practically fucking her with his eyes. She knew it was
the effects of the potion but shit ... it felt good to have him looking at her like he was going to
eat her.

“I don’t feel like it could get any worse.” She told him in a weak voice, and she watched his
jaw clench again. "I already feel like I want you to-"

“Leave, Hermione.” He told her forcefully before she could finish. “You’re not for me... this
isn’t-“ he stopped himself and closed his eyes. “We just need to see you through this, and I
can’t do that while you’re testing my limits.” He finally said, breathing deeply and Hermione
knew that he was smelling her again. “Give me a minute and I’ll be in control, I can't gain it
when you're around me like this.”

Hermione took a deep breath and did as she was told, moving away from the door and going
to sit back on the bed. The tone in his voice compelled her, like she was supposed to do as he
asked. It must be the potion...the hormones in her body reacting to his control. She played
with the bedsheet between her fingertips as she heard the shower go off.

It was the longest few minutes of her life, but when he stepped out of the bathroom once
again, with a towel wrapped around his waist, Hermione had to suck in a breath as her body
instantly reacted to the sight of him.

Draco was starting to dress again in his shirt and trousers, keeping his back to her at all times
as he towel dried his hair and started to fix his cuff-links. Hermione had to look away when
the waistcoat came back out; clinging to his frame and showing off his broad chest and
nipped in waist.

“Thought I’d better layer up so it’s harder for you to undress me with your eyes.” She heard
him chuckle as she looked back over at him, fixing his tie appropriately with a small smirk on
his face. “Can’t have you all worked up now, can we?”

Oh ... oh, so he was back to being playful now, was he? Well... this was unexpected, and she
was going to grasp at it while she had the chance. To curb her own desires, if anything. She
knew the potion was to blame for his change of personality, but if she didn’t know any better
then she thought that there was a playful nature to him beneath his serious exterior.

“Why thank you, Malfoy.” She told him with a roll of her eyes and she took her hair down
from her messy bun, letting it fall down her back and she ran a hand through it. “You’re such
a gentleman.”

She saw his eyes darken slightly. “I might be a gentleman, Granger...” he watched her
dangerously as she brought her hair to one side, settling over her shoulder. “...but that doesn’t
mean that I wouldn’t fucking ruin you.”

Hermione swallowed thickly and she watched his eyes widen. “Shit...” he whispered and
shook his head. “Sorry....this potion... I’m thinking and saying things that I would never
normally-“

“It’s fine,” Hermione whispered to him as she chewed on her bottom lip. “I like it...” she
blushed as the words left her mouth. “I mean – the potion makes me like it ... makes me want
to hear you say more...”

She wasn’t lying. Every time he talked to her about things he did or wanted to do, she felt her
insides ignite and suddenly everything he said he wanted made her want to ask him to do it to
her.

Made her want to climb him and bury her head in his neck and drown in the smell of him.

He studied her carefully as he made his way to his armchair, his eyes never leaving hers as he
sat down and reclined himself, his arms on the armrests and his fuck-me glasses firmly back
in place.

“Now now, Granger...” he told her with a tut and a small smirk. “...careful or your words
might just seduce me...and I’m not very easily seduced...”

Well, shit ... she felt her core contract as that all too familiar sensation of lightning bolts
hitting her system took over her senses.

Was he calling her out?

She scoffed. “You don’t think you can be seduced?” she asked with a raise of her eyebrow.
“Or you don’t think someone like me could seduce you?”

She heard him suck in a breath and his fingers grabbed at the edge of the armchair, his eyes
never looking away from her. “I’d like to see you try.” He told her with a cock of his head
and a devilish smirk.

The potion must have really been affecting him, because Malfoy would never speak to her
like this.

He was giving her to green light to come on to him... to get a reaction out of him that would
be purely for her own enjoyment...something that she would cause in him.

“What if I did?” she asked him curiously, feeling the heat rise in her body. “What if I did
seduce you... what then?”

Draco bit his lip and she watched him loosen his tie slightly. “Let’s think about that if you
manage to get me there...” his voice was low and rough. “Which I doubt, because I’ve
managed to hold myself back so far-”

Hermione felt something primal snap inside of her at his words. He was making her lose her
focus in terms of trying to control her urges. He was calling her out to try and seduce him to
the point of making him want to fuck her ... something the both knew she clearly craved right
now due to the potions increasing effects.

“You think you’ve got the stones, Granger?” his voice was practically a growl, and as he sat
there in the chair with his legs parted, emulating a masculine presence with his body
language,

Hermione knew that this was game on.

She was going make him give in and cause him to lose his fucking mind as badly as she did
when he touched her... she was going to make him break for her.

She stood from the bed, letting her T-shirt fall to the tops of her thighs and she watched his
eyes dance there. “I think you’ll break, Malfoy...” she told him quietly. “Do you want to
know why?” she asked him simply.

His eyes never wavered from her thighs. “Enlighten me, love.” When he spoke, his voice was
barely a whisper.

“You’re curious...” she replied with a bite of her lip, and then she brought her hands up her
thighs to run slowly up the hem of her T-shirt, and when her thumbs hooked into the sides of
her knickers and she was pulling them slowly down her thighs, she heard a low and primal
sound leave Draco’s throat.

“Fuck, Granger...” she looked over at him to see him bite his lip as his fingers gripped the
armrest. “Bold move...”

The feel of the cold air against her sensitive flesh made her mewl slightly, and she heard
Draco groan low as his eyes darted between the knickers left on the floor and her legs as she
walked carefully towards him.

“...you want to know what it would feel like to run your hands up my thighs and see more of
me than you’ve been tempted to see so far...” she whispered as she came to stand in front of
him. His eyes caught sight of her pebbled nipples beneath the T-shirt and she watched as his
breath came to him quicker. “...you want to know what it would feel like to run your tongue
along my skin, right here-“ she tapped two fingers against her neck. “-and nibble right up to
my earlobe...”

Jaw clenched again, Draco closed his eyes for a second, trying to compose himself.

“...you want to know what type of sounds I’ll make...” she breathed, watching as his hands
reached out for a second, before gripping his knees instead. “...whether I’ll moan your name
in your ear or scream it with my head thrown back...” her knees skimmed his right one, his
fingertips connecting with her thigh and his eyes flew open at the contact.

“...you want to feel me against you, around you...you want to know what it’s like to be inside
of me...” he hissed and she let out a small groan as his fingertips just skimmed her thigh. His
eyes came up to look at her, heavily hooded. “...and it kills you that you can’t...”

His whole demeanour changed at that, and he leaned forwards and let his elbows rest on his
knees as he looked up at her dangerously through his glasses. “...and why can’t I?”

Such a loaded question, full of tension that was threatening to pop around them. Daringly,
Hermione leaned down until her face was close to his, seeing the embers burning brightly in
his eyes. “Because you’re a gentleman, Draco...” and when she raised her eyebrow at him,
she knew she had won.
“You can be a gentleman and still leave a woman for dead, Granger...” he breathed
dangerously against her, his face moving to the side of hers and his stubble grazed her cheek
as he moved closer to her. “...can still do things to her that would leave her thighs shaking...”
she felt his hands move, his fingertips touching the bottom of her T-shirt. “Still behave
yourself but leave her gasping for fucking breath...”

She held hers and bit her lip.

“If you want me, Granger...” he whispered into her hair. “...ask me.” She mewled and her
hands went out to steady herself, resting on his thighs. “...tell me I can touch you, because
otherwise I’m going to do something I would never do and put my hands on you without
asking.”

Oh, ever the gentleman...

“Please, Draco...” was all she managed to breath into his ear, before a possessive growl
erupted from his chest and he was pulling her towards him with his hands on her waist. He
sat back in the chair and positioned himself so that she was straddling him, her hands on the
back of the armchair behind him and her bottom half flush against his groin...she only had to
move and –

“Oh, god...” she breathed and had to throw her head back as Malfoy moved her hips down
onto him, her exposed cunt grinding down against something that felt incredibly long, very
hard and oh fuck...how thick it felt against her. “Yes...” she moaned.

“You feel that, Hermione?” he asked her roughly as he brought her hips back down onto his
again, connecting intimately and making then both moan as her head buried itself into his
neck, his scent intoxicating her. “That’s how curious I am about you...” he told her as he kept
her grinding down onto him, but always missing the exact contact with his cock that she
craved.

“Malfoy – I can’t-“ each time he brought her hips down felt brutal and caused waves of
pleasure to erupt from her core as he rocked her, panting in her ear.

He was so powerful. She had no doubt that if she ever gave up all of her control to him that
she would end up being completely dominated by this man. His fingers dug into her hip
bones, the pain mixing with pleasure as she felt him try to control himself. He never once
moved his own hips against hers or thrust up...he was doing this all for her pleasure again.

“...You were right, I do want to know what it would feel like to touch you properly – fuck
your skin is so soft...feels incredible...” he moaned in her ear as he kept rocking her into him,
his forearms bringing her forcefully against him. “...and I do want to taste you... nip your
collarbone-” he reached up and grabbed the back of her head, her neck snapping back to
expose her as he kept her pumping. “-and lick your pulse point...”

She felt his tongue press over the area he had said, but the touch was so light that she could
barely tell it was there, his lips ghosting her skin. “...and I do want to know what sounds
you’ll make, Granger, because I’ve done nothing but think about that for – fuck-“
Hermione keened. As he rocked her into him, she had managed to fix her angle slightly and
came right in contact with his cock, making them both moan into each other’s ears. “Oh
god...” she breathed.

“You want me to break, Granger?” he asked her as the hand in her hair tightened as he
brought her face back to look at him. “Because keep going and I’ll fucking snap.”

And he hissed when she brought herself back down directly onto his cock again, grinding
into the hard, thick feel of him as her bare core connected with him through his pants.

Did she want to do that to him? Did she want his resolve to lose itself? Could she live with
herself knowing that she had made him do something that he wouldn’t have done in his right
mind? “I can’t let you regret-“

She gasped when his other hand reached for her throat, and he brought her face so close to his
that she thought he might kiss her.

“The only one who would be regretting anything here is you Granger, trust me.” He growled
as he searched her eyes. “I hold myself back for you.”

That was all she needed to hear. Her head fell back and a throaty moan escaped her as she
ground down against his cock again, and this time he thrust up to meet her and oh fuck, the
movement made her bounce on his lap from the force of it. “Malfoy – yes-“

And then he was on his feet; his brute strength lifting her as her legs wrapped around his
waist as he moved then with determination to the bed. He lifted her with ease, and she knew
that his powerful arms would be able to pin her down and surround her as he fucked her to
within an inch of her life if she let him. This was it ... she was finally going to cure her
cravings for this man. The thought caused her hormones to spiral further.

“Can I touch you a little more, Hermione?” he asked against her neck as his thick forearms
enveloped her. “I need you to tell me-“

“Yes.” Was all she said between ragged breaths, feeling his stubble against her skin as it
made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

He lay her down on the bed, removing his tie, waistcoat and shirt before moving down to
taste her neck with licks and sucks and then his fingers found her nipples, touching them
through the fabric to find them hard with desire. The breathy moans from both of them filled
the room as he put his hands on her for the first time, his lips pressing against her neck and
she panted for breath. It shouldn’t feel this good... but it did.

"You're fucking gorgeous, love..."

He swirled his fingers around her nipples before pulling slightly on them. He moaned, the
vibrations deep in his chest rumbling against her. Her body writhed in waves, her breasts
lifting for him to tug at her more, before she shuddered and her bottom half lifted off the bed,
begging silently to be filled. It was beyond her control as the surge of desire flowed through
her.
She didn’t know how much longer she could wait to have him inside of her...she needed it so
badly, she felt insatiable. “Draco... you need to do something... please...” Too soon, or maybe
not soon enough, he lifted away to look at her.

He was even sexier looking down at her through those glasses, his creamy skin rippling over
top of his muscles. Suddenly, he froze his movements for a second, taking in her flushed
features.

“I don’t want you regretting anything we-“ she spread her legs to stop him going any further,
letting him see between the apex of her thighs for the first time. “Jesus Christ, you’re killing
me...” he looked down and the dark desire in his eyes almost consumed him.

Hermione leaned up onto her elbows until her lips were practically touching his. “I can’t
regret something I want, Malfoy.” She told him boldly, and she watched him shudder at her
words and put his head down as his hips connected gently against hers as he settled fully
between her legs, still clothed from the bottom.

He reached up with one of his hands and made to remove his glasses, but she stopped him.

“Leave them on,” she told him shyly. “...I quite like them...”

He smirked, and then let the feelings within his groin start to consume him. “I can feel how
warm you are... fuck Granger, I think I could come just rubbing my cock against you. Does
that feel good?” he asked her throatily as he thrust against her gently, causing her legs to
bring themselves up to steady themselves against his hips.

“Oh, right there-“ fuck ... he was going to kill her.

His thrust was powerful but she could tell it was controlled and careful, like he was trying
very hard not to hurt her.

“You like that?” He asked and thrust against her again. She nodded, and he thrust against her
in one deep stroke, forcing her to slide up the bed as the headboard banged against the wall.
Draco looked down at her; paused to watch her facial expression carefully as she cried out,
the powerful sensation both sharp and so good all at once.

"Yes..." was all she could mumble between breaths.

Hermione looked at him determinedly and began to move, rolling her hips as her fingers dug
into his forearms, pulling him down further.

“What are you doing to me...” she heard him mumble as his body came closer to her. “...feel
so good against me...”

She needed more. She needed to feel him pressing her into the mattress and dominating her
with his strength, his masculine essence that nobody had ever been able to bring enough of
before for her.

“I need you closer...” she breathed into his ear, and she heard him groan.
Draco took the cue, beginning to press in against her and pull up slowly but powerfully,
pressing her further into the mattress on every stroke. His body pressed into hers, her breasts
flattening against the hard muscles of his chest, and she wrapped her arms and legs around
him even more, drawing him in tighter.

“Fuck, I bet you’re tight.” Draco rasped into her ear. “I bet you could barely take me...I’d
have to force you to take me in all the way.”

Hermione could barely able to string a coherent thought together, so she used her feet to urge
his hips closer to hers, rambling, "Malfoy...I want to feel you...”

He chuckled against her throat as he kept his hips pumping forcefully against hers, hitting the
right spot every time for her, right against her clit. It made her moan loudly and she grabbed
at his back, scratching it with her fingernails.

“I’d need to prepare you first, Granger...” he breathed into her ear as he rocked himself
against her, one of his hands coming to her hip to change her position, opening her up further
as her eyes widened at the sensation. “I’m not your average bloke...but then I’m sure you can
feel that for yourself...”

Hermione’s breath hitched with every thrust of his cock against her, and she could indeed feel
it for herself. Draco Malfoy was big. Just the feel of him through his trousers was enough for
her to realise that.

She saw him smile knowingly down at her and she knew that he knew what he was thinking.
He kept pressing into her, and she tightened her grip, letting her fingers roam over the
muscles that stretches across his back. He covered her collarbone in a kiss, holding her hips
still as he rocked deep, grinding down into her with a motion so powerful that the bed rocked
against the wall almost painfully.

“More, please...” she told him through gritted teeth. She needed to feel him inside of her; her
whole body was singing out to know what he would feel like... how good it would feel.

“Imagine it, Granger. Squeezing my cock tight. Fucking me back so fucking hard.” She
keened and tensed her inner muscles at the thought, lifting her hips to meet his, the rhythm
becoming frantic and her movements becoming wild.

Draco pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a heated look on his face as he
continued to rock against her, hitting her clit every time and making her head rock back
against the mattress as he dry fucked her.

“God, yes... Malfoy...”

“Keep telling me what you want, Granger...” he growled as he rocked against her clit. “Do
you want me to tease you? Brush against you? .... barely brush across your clit? or do you
want it slow and steady? Or maybe fast and hard?” As he said each option, he demonstrated.
He progressed from a feathering touch of his hips, to soft circles and then finally to a blurring
stroke against her and she moaned loudly against the feeling. “That’s it, love...make those
noises for me... ...”
“Please...Malfoy, I can’t-“ Her orgasm was building with every thrust, every caress of her clit
against his hardness and she was squeezing her legs against his hips, loving it.

Each thrust of his hips was powerful against her. She felt like she was gasping for air with
every rock of his hips, as he pulsed against her and made little groaning noises against her
that he wasn’t able to control. She could tell he was losing himself because his thrusts were
becoming more and more frantic, his hips bouncing off hers and the noise against the wall
took on a harsh, pounding rhythm.

“Malfoy, I’m close...” she cried out, and he ground down onto her clit firmly, the sharp sting
mixing with pleasure as he pounded against her. He was getting her so close with each pump
of his hips, making her grab at the covers and his back simultaneously.

“Say my name, love... let me hear it... don’t be shy,” he breathed in her ear as he rocked into
her harshly, his own pleasure starting to overcome him. “I want to hear you say it for me.”

Shit... that feeling crept upon her quite suddenly at his words, knocking the wind out of her as
he continued to stroke against her clit each time and the friction of his trousers was just too
much for her.

“Please keep going –"

Too much It was too much and not enough all at once.

"Draco!” It shattered her, her body flying apart, and she bucked wildly beneath him, her
hands grabbing for the blanket to keep her grounded.

Somehow, she felt herself floating away, white sparks flashing across the blackness of her
closed eyelids. From far away, she could hear Draco panting, his voice growling and
wondrous at the same time.

“Look fucking amazing like that...” he was babbling with his mouth against her ear as he kept
thrusting. “I’m close – need to stop... keep squeezing my thighs like that and I’ll fucking
explode.”

He was harsh and punishing in his movements. But she refused to let him loose. This time, he
was going to with her too.

“I need to fill you, Hermione.” He told her against her hair as he rutted. “Right inside of
you... pump you full until you can’t even hold it.”

Hermione moaned and pushed his arse down into her, keeping him pumping against her and
his head snapped up, looking at her with his eyes ablaze. “Come for me, Draco...” she
whispered. “I need you to do this for me.”

For her.

The idea must have triggered something for him, and then his whole body tightened as he
held himself roughly against her.
“Jesus Christ, Hermione – fuck!” He shouted as the orgasm took him, and he lost the rhythm,
his body jerking as he came for her.

She lifted against him, taking over the rhythm to help him ride out the pleasure as long as
possible until he collapsed onto her, their gasping breaths mixing as they smiled shyly at each
other.

“Fuck, Granger... that was-“

“I know.” She said in a small voice, still panting.

“You won...” he told her as he breathed against her lips. “You seduced me.”

“It was curiosity.” She replied with a small smile, admiring his bright eyes and the fact that
he had managed to keep his glasses on.

He looked at her for a second before he put his head into her neck and breathed in her scent
deeply, his body still pressed against her intimately. “I’m sorry.” He told her, and she knew
what he was trying to do.

“I’m not.” She whispered to him, and his head lifted to look at her.

And she didn’t know what compelled him, but his bent his head low and kissed her forehead
first, then slowly made her way down to her cheeks and her nose, and then the corner of her
mouth in a sweet gesture. She didn’t lean in and ask for more, she just accepted the affection
for what it was in that moment.

“Thank you.” He whispered against her ear, and it was a simple gesture that spoke volumes to
her.

He was thanking her for letting him lose himself with her.

For letting herself trust him completely.

And that meant more to her than anything.

 Part Three
Chapter Summary

I have decided to put in a warning in this chapter for mildly dubious consent.
- you'll see why when you read it, but it doesn't change the story or Draco's need for
consent in any way during this chapter.

Ada
X

Bonding

Hermione woke with a thick forearm draped across her stomach as she lay beneath her
bedsheet.

The first thing she realised was the heat radiating off of both himself and her. The second
thing she noticed was the fact that her T-shirt was back on and she had been placed beneath
the covers at some point after their last encounter.

Draco was also beneath the bedsheet, holding her tightly. After their little frotting escapade
earlier on, Hermione had very much decided that she could cope with the deepening feelings
of lust and constant arousal if Draco would allow her to get herself off with him...even if he
refused to actually fuck her, she knew he wouldn’t say no to getting her off through his words
or his commands with her own fingers, or letting her feel him against her through his pants.

The first two or three times after their first initial close-up encounter had found Hermione
reaching for him at different points throughout the night; the feelings were rising within her
and Draco must have found his walls crumbling away because he gave in far more easily than
she thought he would.

He went to her each time and carried her back to his armchair; allowing her the relief of
riding him through his trousers as he asked her permission to hold her close while she did;
never taking more than she offered him. This frustrated her in many ways; the potions effects
being the main one as she wanted him to take her...she wanted him to take control and fuck
her and lose himself within her.

She needed him to come inside her. Her body was calling out for it now; her heightened
fertility wanted to practically beg him to fuck her against any available surface until they
were both exploding with each other... the primal part of her wanted him to fill her with his
seed. It was like a primal mating call, and she knew he felt it too because at times when he
pulled her hips firmly down to his, she would hear him mutter about needing to feel her and
how good it would feel to be inside of her.

He was suffering just as much as she was. But he was a true gentleman, which had really
annoyed her when her arousal got too heavy. What she wanted was to be taken and fucked;
what she got was relief, but she had to ask for it before he would touch her...like he was
scared she would refuse him if he took the initiative instead.

Only on one particular escapade, as he backed her into the wall after she had practically
thrown herself onto him and her arousal was growing worse, had she asked him why she still
needed to ask for it. And the response almost melted her heart....

“This is going to be quick and hard. We don’t have a lot of time for much else, the healers
will be here in a minute.” Draco told her harshly as she moaned, dropping her head back
against the wall as their eyes locked.

“I don’t need much else. I’m already halfway there.” She told him as she bit her lip and
revelled in the way he held her against the wall, her need coursing through her body as she
felt her instincts taking over as she closed her eyes.

“Ask me-“ he started.

“Why?” she looked him dead in the eye. “You know what I want; why do I need to ask you?
Why do you keep needing permission?”

Draco took a deep breath, steadying himself with his arms against the wall. “Because you’re
not supposed to be for me.” He told her seriously. “Granger, if you were mine then I’d take
you against every surface in this fucking room over and over until we were both too tired to
fucking move...” he sighed against her hair, making her shudder. “But you’re not, and this is
all about mutual respect for both of us...it is important for me to ask so I know I’m not
overstepping my boundaries.”

She admired the fuck out of his standards, she really did. She loved the fact that he upheld
himself.

She loved that his respect for her and women in general was so deep rooted that he was
willing to sacrifice his own wants and needs to make sure that she felt safe with him. But most
of all she loved the fact that all of this really did make Draco a man. A man with a lot more
power than he even realised.

“I told you that you can take what you want from me and I meant that.” He put his forehead
against hers and whispered. “But I will never take from you in this situation without you
giving me definite permission. It’s just who I am. I respect your right as a woman to not want
to be touched at any time, Hermione.”
Hermione looked at him with what must have been a blaze in her eyes, and she felt herself
heat from the tips of her toes upwards with the look that he matched her with. “Draco,” she
whispered, and he let out a small breath against her at the sound of his name. “I need you.”

She didn’t have to say anything else.

He picked her up, her legs around his waist as he buried his head into her clothed shoulder.

“Shit...” he breathed out as he pushed against her, only his trousers between them on their
bottom halves.

It was just her and him in a heaven that she never knew existed. A pleasure unlike any other.
He found her mouth and captured her lips, her moans, as he thrust and rubbed against her
right where she needed it.

“Draco, please...” she mewled.

She opened her eyes and watched the way his face was twisted up in concentration as he
made her chase her climax. The way his cheeks turned from pink to red. The way a hint of
sweat glistened on his brow. The way his eyes opened and he pinned her, knocking the breath
from her body and her pushed into her harder, deeper.

“Fuck...never get tired of this with you ..” he mumbled against her. “...not enough time...”

Hermione couldn’t get close enough to him. There was no limit. No end. She was done for. All
manner of crazy feelings erupted from her chest at the sight of him. The maddening, all-
consuming rush. The powerful swell surging up from within her. The clenching of her chest
and tightening in her stomach and the smile across her face.

“Keep going...” she panted, feeling him hit the right spot against her clit over and over. “So
close...” he was right.

There wasn’t enough time...she needed more time for this... she needed him.

It was the need for him to be hers. It was not possession. It was not claiming. It was more
than that. It was knowing that he was her everything in that moment. Anything less with him
suddenly seemed unacceptable. It was self-satisfaction, a domination of the senses, a feeling
of whole instead of broken and empty. She wanted him to lose himself to her. She wanted him
to fall in love with her just as hard and unforgiving as she had with him.

...Love...

She could admit it now. That feeling scratching the surface of this and ready to consume her;
ready to bite at her heels and give her the reality check that she had needed for a while now.
She was in love with Draco Malfoy.

She didn’t want him with anyone other than her ever again.

“Come on, Granger...” he rasped against her as his hips bucked against hers wildly and he
held her possessively in his arms. “I know you want to do this for me..”
He fucked her harder, like he could read her thoughts, watching her rise to her crest, knowing
she was coming when her face fell into his neck and she shuddered.

“Draco... that’s it, don’t stop – don’t stop – Yes, Draco...”Biting his shoulder and moaning
his name like it was a pleasure for her, she then suddenly threw her head back against the
wall as she came undone against him.

“Love watching you...” he whispered as he soothed her against him, holding her body close.
“You look so beautiful when you come for me...”

And she felt it.

Every single time.

... she felt him move closer to her behind her, feeling his erection pressing up against her arse
through his boxers. Fuck ... the man would ruin her. She hadn’t managed to get a peek of his
goods yet as he hid his modesty well, but she could tell he was packing in that area. She only
had to feel it against her and it made her walls clench. The need deepening inside her;
spreading like wildfire as the effects of the potion only intensified her feelings for him over
and over.

The realisation of being in love with Draco Malfoy did not hit her like a punch in the gut like
she thought it would. Instead, it crept out of the recesses of her mind like she knew it was
there all along, but had never wanted to admit it to herself. It made everything all the more
complicated, and falling for a man who may never love her back or even actually find her
attractive was almost heart-breaking. But here she was; unable to close those gates now that
they had been opened.

His touches didn’t help, either. They were soft yes possessive. They were passionate yet
respectful.

A touch to her cheek as she ground down against him. A squeeze of her hip as he controlled
his actions against her. A soft circle made with his finger tips on her shoulders and neck as
she rested against him, completely sated from the pleasure she had been allowed to take with
him.

It was intimate, and she didn’t know what that meant for him. Did it mean the same as it did
for her? Was he anywhere near where she was? She had to put that thought from her
mind...accept this for what it was before she got all swept up in emotions that did not belong
to this time or place.

She gasped lightly when she felt his hips thrust against her arse, his cock hitting her cheeks as
he breathed heavily behind her. As she turned her head, she saw his eyes still closed; long
blonde lashes fanning out beautifully. He looked gorgeous when he was asleep.
His hips kept bucking against her arse and his arm held her protectively. She knew that the
potion was starting to alter his moods without her own arousal getting in his way. His ways
with the Healer’s changed when they came into the room; he stayed close to her the whole
time and ushered them out as soon as they were done. He was feeling the primal urge of
wanting him for herself, which they were told might happen.

Hermione pushed back, adjusting herself slightly on the next thrust, opening her legs a little
to feel the friction. It caused her to bite back a little moan as her nipples peaked, hardening at
the thought of him getting closer to her opening.

Another gasp erupted from her when she felt his teeth nip at her shoulder lightly, and she
turned to see if he had woken up; he had not. He must have been dreaming about
sex...something not unfamiliar to Hermione either under the potion’s effects.

“Fuck...” she heard him breath out as he bit his lip, brow furrowed and thrust against her
again.

This time her legs had parted a little more and her back arched, feeling him hit her lips with
the tip of his clothed cock. “...that’s it...yes...” he hit the spot again, mumbling against her ear
between heavy breaths that carried Hermione away.

She was lost in a lust-filled haze of euphoria, her arousal spiking with each breath at her ear
when a thought came to her; would Draco have taken advantage of this? If it was the other
way around and it was her touching him in her sleep, would he let it continue? Or would he
wake-

Her eyes widened and she was disrupted from her thoughts completely when she heard the
elastic of his boxer’s snap, and then she suddenly felt the tip of his cock up close and
personal against her opening as he sleepily lined himself up with her and used his arm to pull
her back against him as he groaned loudly.

“Draco...” she moaned loudly and her hand grabbed his as she felt him pushing inside of her,
her walls clenching around him. It felt so fucking good...it felt so right... but the timing was
so wrong.

“Shit...Draco, wake up.” She said loudly and turned to look back round at him, his face
etched in pleasure as he was half in and out with sleep. He looked euphoric.

Another snap of his hips and he sank in further, his chest flush against her back and his head
buried in her neck as he groaned again. Her breath left her at the impact and she was trying
her best to pull away but his arm kept her there; impaled on his cock as her walls tried to
relax and make room for him.

“Please...Granger...”

Her heartbeat quickened as she felt him buck against her as he said the words. He was almost
to the hilt of her, and she felt her body singing out for him...it had never felt like this for her
before; so complete. He had said her name... he was dreaming about her...
The hand not grabbing his arm flew to cup his face instinctively behind her. Her breath came
in pants as she tried to relax enough against the delicious intrusion, but she clenched
involuntarily and that was when she saw his eyes fly open and look at her wildly.

“What the fu-“ he bucked forward instinctively as he started, “-oh, fuck-“ he breathed against
her, still looking her in the eye as he pulled his hips back and she held her breath, not quite
knowing how to react.

Draco held himself still inside of her as he came to properly, taking in their position and
taking in the embarrassed look on Hermione’s face as he looked at her. Their bodies were still
joined; one move either way and they were either parting, or joining further.

He said nothing, just kept looking at her. The intensity of their eyes matched and Hermione
hoped that he could read her and what she wanted as Draco seemed to make a decision for
both of them in that moment; swallowing thickly.

He grasped her hand above the blanket and sank his hips into her from his position behind
her, letting her feel all of him as his cock slid further inside of her than it had so far.

“Oh...god...” she breathed and her forehead fell against his with her head turned to the side.

“I can’t....” he gritted out harshly. “I know we can’t but I just need to feel this...just once.”
And then he flexed his hips further and bottomed out on a groan, his eyes snapping shut.
“Never felt anything so fucking good...I’m sorry...”

“Draco...” she panted, her nose touching his and her hand still against the side of his face.
“Please...” he knew what she wanted. He must have known what she wanted. “Don’t be
sorry, I want this.”

And then she heard him moan heavily as he pulled out of her slowly, leaving her empty as he
lay a small kiss on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, love.” He whispered as he pulled away completely and moved to lie on his back
to give her space. “I would never have-fuck.” he looked over at her almost pleadingly. “You
know I would never force myself on you like that on purpose if-“

“Draco it’s fine-“ she told him as she turned to face him, her hair fanning out over her pillow.
“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want-“ she put her head down slightly as she blushed. “-still
want.”

He groaned again. “Don’t do this to me...” he sighed, before moving to stand from the bed
and started to make his way around to the Bathroom. “My resolve is getting harder.”

Hermione frowned, pulling the quilt further over her frame even though she was still covered
with her T-shirt. “Did-“ oh god... was she really asking this? Was she really this insecure
about herself? “...did it not feel good for you?” she sounded ridiculous. Where did her pride
go?
He gave her the hungriest look she had ever seen as he stopped his movement across the
room to the bathroom door. “It felt too good, Granger.” He answered her with dark eyes that
made her insides catch fire and any insecurities about him fade away. “Too. Fucking. Good.”
He said each word pointedly and rubbed the back of his neck. “You have no idea...”

She bit her lip and nodded slightly. “I want to know.” She told him as she looked back up at
him.

“It feels good to know... to hear how it feels for you, too.” She watched his jaw clench and he
stood tall. “Knowing I’m not alone in feeling this...”

He reached for the door handle of the bathroom door and fixed her with a look. “I’m right
there with you Granger, believe me.” He told her in a serious tone. “Maybe even more
so...but I promised you I wouldn’t take advantage... not like this.”

“Are you still sorry?” she asked him finally as he turned towards the door.

“For my lack of control? Yes.” He answered quietly. “For the chance to finally feel what it’s
like to have a small piece of you?” he gave her the smallest of smiles. “Never.”

Before she had time to ask him what he meant, he had disappeared back behind the door and
a rush of blood went to her head as she threw herself back down onto the pillows.

Curiouser and curiouser ...

Nearly two hours later and Hermione was pacing. The Healer’s weren’t telling her anything
new or giving her anything to help dampen her arousal. Malfoy most definitely did not help
as he sat there on her bed looking all business in his charcoal waistcoat and trousers with
matching tie as he read through more reports.

She wanted to smash his glasses. There was no need for how utterly and devastatingly
beautiful he looked in them. No need at all. His rolled-up sleeves only further infuriated her
as she spotted the veins in his forearms ... and she decided she would very much like to bite
them if ever given the chance.

“Are you quite finished eyeing me up like I’m a Sunday roast?” he asked her casually as he
kept his eyes down, flicking through the case file.

She glared over at him. “No.” She told him matter of factly, her eyes falling to his slightly
parted thighs as she continued to pace. She wanted to balance herself on them again whilst he
was inside of her...filling her just like he did earlier-
There...that was the money shot. “Now I’m done.”

She groaned and put her hands in her hair in exasperation. She had so much pent-up sexual
frustration and over the last few hours she would have thought nothing of just asking him and
grabbing him to satisfy herself ... but now she just felt a little awkward. Not because she
didn’t want to, but because she didn’t know if he would still allow it after earlier.

Draco finally looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. “Something wrong?” he smirked at her.

Was something wrong? Was something bloody wrong?

She stopped pacing and glared at him pointedly. “Why are you so calm and collected and un-
fazed, while I’m here feeling so wound up and –“

“I went to the bathroom love; you figure it out.” That smirk was still on his face. “Although I
have to admit, occluding right now is really proving a challenge considering your hormones
are trying to send mine into overdrive...” he told her darkly, putting his file down and sitting
forwards slightly as he spoke.

She tapped her foot impatiently. “You’re just act so unaffected,” she huffed. “It’s annoying.”

He chuckled lightly, his eyes dancing. “I am affected, and if you came any closer to me right
now then I don’t think I’d be laughing...” his tone was low. “The anticipation always
threatens to kill me with you, Granger...”

She frowned at him. “You say that like you know what anticipation feels like...” she told him
in a quiet voice.

He cocked his head to the side as he looked at her through those glasses of his, his forearms
on his thighs. Did he know how it felt to really anticipate something? To feel the knot in his
stomach and the quickening of his heartbeat when he knew he was on the edge of something
happening?

She felt it every morning as she turned the corner to their office. Felt it when she saw him sat
there in his chair. The hairs on the back of her neck would stand up as she wondered when he
would look up at her... when he would finally notice her. The anticipation was always there
for her.

“I know exactly what it feels like...” Draco told her in a rough voice. “But anticipation is half
of the fun, love...” he looked her up and down hungrily. “The adrenaline of it all keeps you
wanting more, even when you know you shouldn’t...”

Hermione raised an eyebrow this time. “That’s not anticipation, that’s danger...” she told him
pointedly.

"No, it is most definitely the anticipation, Granger..." he told her in a quiet voice as he viewed
her. "The build-up...that’ what makes the fireworks fly when you finally get what you
want...what you’ve been thinking about for so long."
Hermione chewed on her lip as Draco’s eyes fell to the action, eyes darkening as he watched
her.

He put his elbows onto his thick thighs as he sat there on the end of the bed, rubbing the back
of his neck in what seemed like frustration.

"What if I’m not a very patient person?" She finally asked him after a minute of silence. She
pulled at the bottom of her T-shirt and his eyes darted there, to the tops of her thighs. "What if
I’ve been anticipating something for too long?" She moved slightly towards him, watching
his legs part slightly as she went. "What if I feel brave enough to ask for it now? ... What if I
don’t want to wait anymore?" She felt even braver now. “What if I had a small taste and I
want a little more?”

Draco sat up straight on the bed and fixed her with a serious look. Jaw clenched again, and
his hair mussed. The only thing out of place; everything else on his person looked like he was
ready for a day at the office.

Hermione had moved towards him to the point where she was practically stood between his
parted thighs now. As she looked down at him, she saw the restraint snap on his features, and
his eyes ignited with something dark and dangerous. It sent a shivering thrill down her spine.

"Well, if it were me you wanted a taste of, I’d make you wait..." he practically whispered, and
she watched him loosen his tie. "I’d make it almost unbearable...you’d be begging for it."

He never took his eyes off her as he slowly slipped the tie from around his neck and laced it
through his hands playfully. Hermione’s heart pounded behind her ribcage as all manner of
images flashed in her mind of the things this man could do to her.

"I’d use the anticipation to build on years of tension and dislike...use it to touch you in all of
the places that wouldn’t get you off ..." his eyes travelled down her body; over her breasts
and down to her hands at the bottom of her T-shirt.

"...show you what it’s like to want something that you’re not supposed to..." he breathed
quietly; the tie suddenly taunt as he gripped it with his fists. "...something you’re not to
supposed to want with me.

Hermione held her breath, and when his eyes met hers again, they still held a sense of
reserved danger.

"Ask me, Granger." His voice was direct and serious. "Ask for it.”

She swallowed thickly, both of them just staring at each other and breathing heavily as they
watched each other.

Without saying a word, Hermione slowly lifted her T-shirt over her head, leaving herself in
just her lace knickers as she did. She bared herself to him fully, standing confidently as she
let the T-shirt drop to the floor and felt her curls sways across the middle of her back.

Draco knew she was giving him a silent invitation.

Draco hissed out a breath as he took her in, and she watched the tie tighten even further in his
grip as his eyes drifted over her the curves of her breasts and her hourglass figure. Hermione
felt her nipples tighten under his gaze, only silence between them.

"Kneel." Was all he told her finally as he widened his thighs a little further and the tie in his
grip was tightened almost warningly. "Kneel and I’ll show you what anticipation really feels
like..."

She took a deep breath before she lowered herself between his thighs, feeling completely
empowered by the look in his eyes that she knew he held just for her. The idea of her
kneeling between his legs obviously did things to him, because his voice thickened, his eyes
darkened and he swallowed, the motion making his Adams apple bob.

Her eyes caught sight of the tie and her nipples tightened further, making her groan in the
back of her throat as she sat on her knees. He didn’t miss her glance.

“Do you want me to use this?” he asked her quietly, but it was direct. “Do you want me to
use this on you?”

She shuddered and closed her eyes.

“Look at me and answer me Granger, I need you to tell me.” He commanded, and she did as
asked.

“Yes.” Was all she said, and she heard a sharp intake of breath from him.

“If you’re uncomfortable with any way that I touch you, just use the word blue...” he told her
seriously as he looked into her eyes. “...can I touch you, Granger?”

“Yes...” she practically hissed. Shit, she wanted this... she had no idea that she would ever
want this, but she did. Was this what he was into? Was this the sort of sex that he was used
to?

“Put your hands behind your back for me...” he whispered coaxingly, and she slowly put her
hands together behind her. Her breasts jutted out at the action, making him groan.

“Fuck, you look good...thank you for letting me do this to you.” He slowly leaned over her
and she felt his hands put the silk of his tie around her wrists. “Always been something I’ve
wanted to-“ he

stopped talking just as she felt the tie slip upwards to just above her elbows...and then he was
tying it securely around her.

He sat back and she watched him take a deep breath, controlling himself. “Spread your legs a
little for me love...let me see you in those knickers...” he asked her as she parted her thighs,
still keeping her eyes on him. “A little more... fuck, Granger... you have no idea what you’re
doing to me...”

She felt like she was already dripping. He was right... he was making her feel the anticipation
of everything in every nerve ending she had. The thought that he could do whatever he
wanted to her; she was his to control... it sent a sexual thrill through her that she had never
experienced before.

“You nip in in all the right places...” he started as he stared at her, and one of his hands came
out to caress her collarbone as his fingers trailed across her chest. “...your thighs always wind
around mine perfectly...” his eyes glanced down at them before he reached around her and
grabbed the very end of the tie, pulling her towards him until her face was against his chest
and his other hand was caressing the back of her head softly.

“...knew your thighs would be the end of me the day you wore that fucking pencil skirt....”
keeping her upright holding the tie around her arm, his other hand came round to lift her chin
to look up at him, his eyes burning. “The things I wanted to say to you that day...things I
wanted to do to you...I couldn’t fucking look at you without making myself hard, Granger...”

His thumb caressed her cheek and she moaned against it. “...the image has stayed with me
ever since...” he gave her a small smirk. “Promised myself I’d save my confession for the
right time...”

Fuck... well, if there was ever a right time then this was it. “Anything else you’d like to
confess?” she whispered to him, and she watched his eyes catch fire.

And then he was lifting her up onto his lap, one hand still holding the tie behind her and his
other hand pulling her hips flush with his. “You want a confession, Granger?” he asked her
darkly, his fingers drawing circles on her hip bone. “I’ll give you a fucking confession...”

She held her breath as he pulled the tie, causing her to arch into him and his head reached
down to catch her nipple in his mouth. “Oh... shit...” she gasped; her head thrown back as she
straddled his lap.

“I’ve watched you for fucking years, Hermione.” He told her hotly between licks. “Respected
you, admired you and came to think of you fondly ...” he kissed between the valley of her
breasts. “...but not once have I ever allowed myself to think about what it would be like to
fuck you...” his breath tickled her neck as his lips travelled up until he brought her face close
to his. “...not once have I allowed myself to think about how it would feel to get between
your parted thighs...”

Oh god, he was so lost now. He was as lost as she was.

“...because if I did, it would break me.”

She chewed on her lip and rested her forehead against his. His lips were so close to hers...she
could practically taste the spearmint on his breath.

“And now I’ve felt you...” he whispered, and she felt the tie loosen as he pulled it free on her
arms. “...I know what it’s like to feel your walls clench around me...” his lips were ghosting
hers. “...I’ve allowed myself to crack, and I can’t put myself back together.”

Hermione’s arms came from behind her and she found herself wrapping them around his
neck, pulling him flush against her.
“Then do it.” She told him with determination. “Break for me.”

And then she was pulling his head towards hers, finding his lips in a passionate embrace.

They were so soft. Soft and warm and passionate. They opened for her instantly and their
tongues met, making them both groan. It felt intense and electrifying and Draco gripped her
waist and her hips and everywhere that he could just to anchor himself to her.

Hermione pulled back, short of breath and wondering if he was going to chastise her for
making such a bold move.

He paused, staring at her. Watching her. Waiting her out. Every beat that passed increased the
insanely delicious rush that was thrumming through her ears. Heat slowly crept up her skin,
leaving warm tingles in its wake.

No one had ever looked at her like that. Like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Like she was sexy and desirable. Like they were going to feast on her, eat her whole, and
give her the kind of pleasure she had only ever read about.

Before she could come to grips with that reality, he launched at her again, and then he was
lifting her up and walking with her, flattening her against the hospital room wall. She bumped
her head from the force of his action, but his hand was there to protect her as if he anticipated
it. And shit...

why did that make her like him so much more? It was such a small gesture and yet so
significant.

He was protective and considerate and thoughtful.

Hermione was panting though he was barely touching her at that point. His entire steadfast
focus was on her face, his eyes caressing hers as he studied her carefully.

He stepped back like a painter intent on studying his masterpiece. She nearly whimpered at
the loss of his warmth. “How do you think you look to me? Tell me...” he commanded, low
and husky as he took off his waistcoat and shirt. She was desperate to clench her thighs,
squeeze them together to release some of the tension. “Do it, Granger, tell me what you think
I see when I look at you.”

Oh. My. God... Her eyes fluttered closed of their own accord. “Open those gorgeous brown
eyes.

Look at me while I listen to you telling me... I want you to see how much you affect me...
How fucking much what you say makes me want to take you and-” he took a deep breath and
stopped himself.

Jesus. He needed to stop all this talking or she was going to combust. She opened her eyes
and found his once again. All of that beautiful grey she liked so much was eclipsed by black,
carnal and dark. Standing up straight, she took a deep and calming breath.
“I think I look like a naïve little girl to you, who is easily seduced and doesn’t know what
she’s getting herself into.” She answered seriously, matching his intense stare.

He looked at her through hooded eyes and long lashes. Hers were then returning the favour,
feasting on his sculpted abs and that oh-so-perfect V leading to the only place she wanted to
be right now. This man was an Adonis without his clothes on, but she couldn’t find it in
herself to verbalise her appreciation. She was too keyed up for that.

“Hermione,” he whispered almost to himself before he crossed the small space between them
and picked her up off the ground, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. “There is nothing
naïve about you. To me, you are one hell of a woman.”

The muscles in his shoulders rippled and stretched as he adjusted her, and she relished the
feel of those muscles under her hands as he manoeuvred them. She was one hell of a
woman... the words made her heart sing as she smiled at him.

“Bed?” he asked, returning her smile.

She could only nod. She didn’t know if she could formulate words right now.

Unable to stop herself, she ground down on his hard cock through his pants. A low carnal
groan rumbled through his chest. His hot wet mouth kissed a trail along her collarbone, over
to the base

of her neck. She tilted her head, offering him better access and his tongue swept out, his teeth
grazing her sensitive flesh.

He took long strides to her bed, gently laying her down on it before he dipped down and
kissed her mouth again. This man was a full-contact sport. There was no separation, no close
enough. His weight pressed her firmly into the mattress, and she swallowed down the moan
Draco breathed into her mouth. Everything about him was so fucking delicious.

Large, strong hands slid up to cup her breasts, and his moan morphed into a low growl.
Draco’s nose glided along the crest of her breasts as his talented hands kneaded her, his
fingers twisting and tweaking her pebbled nipples, driving her to distraction. Scooting lower,
he nipped at her flesh, before kissing the smooth expanse of her abdomen. He stopped at her
naval, his breath warm on her already overheated skin.

A whimper slipped through her swollen lips as he continued to squeeze her tits with just the
right amount of pressure. Her back arched off the bed from the sensation of it.

“God, you’re perfect.”

She grinned. She couldn’t stop it. That was the most perfect thing he could have said right
now. “I need to taste you, Hermione.”

“Oh shit...” she moaned, arching farther into him. She was wrong. That was most definitely
the perfect thing to say to her. She squirmed as his mouth trailed just a bit lower. She couldn’t
stop her reaction to his lips against her flesh. It had been far too long since a man has done
that to her.

“I want to see if you taste this sweet everywhere. Can I do that, love?” she nodded her head
desperately. “I told myself I wouldn’t... but one taste won’t corrupt me, will it?”

“Please,” she panted, her eyes cinching shut as he continued to slither lower and lower. “Oh,
God-” When he reached the top of her knickers, he paused, staring down at her lace-covered
flesh.

It was intense. And hot. Not enough, yet too much. His eyes found hers.

He lowered his face into the lace with a smirk. Oh, holy fuck. "Look at you, Granger,” he
hummed, shooting the most delicious vibrations straight to her clit. “So fucking good.” He
grinned and it was wicked and sexy and she thought she might have come a little just from
that. “I’m going to make you scream my name over and over...I’m going to have you begging
me to fuck you.”

Her eyes closed again, her head rolled back and her mind cleared, going someplace warm and
light, because slowly—so fucking slowly—he pulled her knickers down. She felt them slide
across her feet, and then he was spreading her legs wide open. He kissed her, right on her
bare mound like he was asking for permission for what he was about to give her. He licked
her, then sucked on her clit as he slid two fingers into her soaking wet heat.

She whimpered, biting her lip. Sound that she was positive she had never made before
explode from her mouth as he pumped in and out of her. “Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered
against her. “Just like I knew you’d be. I could do this all night.”

His dirty talk did stuff to her as always. And the way he was touching her? Caressing her?

Watching her reactions to everything he was doing? It was just too much.

“Come, Granger.” he demanded, sucking on her until her head started to spin. “Come on my
face.”

His words unleashed something inside of her.

“Oh god –Draco-“ He commanded it and she convulsed, coming so hard she saw flashes of
colour splattering behind her eyes. Her mind splintered along with her body, and there was a
pretty good chance she would be screaming his name again soon. Just like he said she would.
She had never done that before him. Never wanted to with anyone else.”

She had never said anyone’s name during sex. It always felt a bit cliché, to be honest, but
Draco’s name flew unrestrained out of her mouth, as if to remind her who was making her
feel this incredible.

Forty-Eight hours, Hermione... It was just forty-eight hours. Right. Why did that thought
make her so...sad? But she knew why. How could she have this small amount of time and not
have any after it?

How could she experience this, feel this pleasure, and know that she might never have it
again? It literally made her want to cry. Because she wanted more of this. Was this what
happened to girls like her? They think they’re big and tough with hardened hearts. All cool
and can handle whatever sexual adventure that is thrown at them before they move on, only
to find out just how wrong they are. She didn’t want to be that girl.

She wanted to be the one who could handle it when he walked away from her after this was
all over later tonight. Who could reminisce back on this time with a smile and an air of
satisfied joy instead of regret and heartache. Christ, she could get all of this emotion from a
few orgasms? Oh, she knew full well it was more than just because of the orgasms... but It
didn’t have to reign this sort of power over her, did it? He didn’t have to have this much of a
hold on her, did he?

“You all right?” he asked warily, noting the shift in her demeanour.

She sometimes wished he wasn’t so observant and in tune to what her body was doing. She
loved it, but as a result, he was everywhere.

“Yes,” she said, forcing a smile. But she was not, and she wondered why. Was it because she
was giving him exactly what she said she wanted? “I’m fine,” she added. She thought she
might have meant it. She could do this. She wanted to do this.

“You sure?” he asked warily.

“Yes. Please don’t stop. I want this.” He climbed back up her body, hovering over her and
staring directly into her eyes.

Reaching up, she ran her hands across his smooth, angled jaw and into his hair, drawing his
face down to hers and kissing him with everything she had. Showing him—and herself—just
how okay she was with all of this. She could taste herself on his lips and that only seemed to
spur her on.

Draco broke the kiss to kick off his pants, his boxers slipping down with them. She couldn’t
stop herself from staring down at him, drinking in the sight before her. Marvelling at how big
and hard his cock was as it stood to attention, begging for her mouth to wrap around it.

She licked her lips reflexively at that thought, a fresh wave of moisture pooling between her
legs.

God, this man. He was so impossibly tall, mysterious, bloody gorgeous and cut like a Greek
bloody God.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, leisurely stroking his cock as he leaned right back
onto his knees as if he knew exactly what she was thinking and wanted to have some more
fun with her limits.
But she could have some fun too. “My mouth on your cock.” It was bold and not something
she knew he would probably permit, but she really wanted to do it... needed to do it for him

“Fuck,” he hissed, and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, loving how unnerved she could
make him with a simple threat. “I’m dying to see that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock,
those eyes staring up at me as you take me down your throat...” He let the end of the sentence
hang in the air as he kept his eyes on her, waiting for her to make her next move. “But you
don’t have to-“

Kneeling on all fours suddenly, she aligned her mouth with his waiting cock before he could
finish his sentence. He looked down and stroked her jaw. Hermione placed sweet kisses along
the head and shaft, but when her tongue darted out to taste the tip, his hips jerked forward and
he let out a groan.

“Fuck...Granger...that tongue of yours...” he hissed as he looked down at her.

Enjoying having him completely at her mercy, she wrapped a hand around his base and
slipped her mouth around him slowly, adjusting to his size bit by bit and sliding back and
forth.

“Fuck, where did you learn- Oh, shit...” He cursed and buried his hands in her hair as she
sucked in her cheeks and tried to take more of him in. She began losing herself in his
pleasure, rocking her hips as her own arousal grew again and adding little moans of her own.

Draco’s hand moved from her hair, trailing down her back and cupped her arse cheek as she
was on all fours on the bed. As he pulled her closer to him and his cock sunk further into her
mouth. His fingers found their way round her arse and in to her damp centre. He massaged
that spot he seemed to instinctually know brought her pleasure. She gasped and rocked
against his hand, while continuing to pleasure him with her mouth.

Hermione knew she was soaking wet and ready, and Draco’s firm hand on her jaw brought
her back to reality, if only for a second. She lifted her eyes to his, her mouth still full of him.

“Fuck, that’s such a good sight.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb, and watched in
reverence as she continued her slow, steady movements. The desire etched into his features
was about to undo her. “Keep doing that and I’m going to-“

She sucked harder and watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. She needed to do
this for him. She needed to do this for both of them. She wanted him to make him feel so
good... a thank you for everything he had done for her.

“Fuck I need to be inside of you again... feel you again...need come inside you...” he babbled
as he neared the edge and she clenched her thighs together at the thought of him being right
where she needed him again. She needed that.... she wanted that so badly.

But it was the potion talking, not Draco. She had to keep reminding herself of that.

But then Draco suddenly pulled back and lifted her off her knees and let her fall back onto
the bed.
His eyes stayed locked on hers as he moved to position himself between her legs, his cock
resting against her outer lips and entrance.

“I said I wouldn’t fuck you... but I need to feel...” he hissed as he bucked forward and felt the
heat of her, the head of his cock grazing against her clit. “...just need another piece...”

“Please.... Draco...” She wrapped both legs around his back, locking her ankles and angled up
to meet his careful thrusts against her.

He planted a soft kiss on her mouth and pushed against her again. Her back arched from the
bed and he tucked his face in against her throat, kissing and murmuring sweet things ... how
good she felt ... how beautiful she was. Hermione squeezed her eyes closed and matched his
pace, forcing her hips up off the bed to angle towards his as he ground down against her.

“Christ, Granger... I’m fucking dying to be back inside you....” he panted, his hips pumping
and his cock gliding along her slit, hitting her clit continuously. “But this is for you...not for
me...”

His mouth was everywhere—near her ear so she could hear his throaty gasps, on her neck,
kissing and nibbling against her tender flesh, covering hers in a scorching hot kiss. She
writhed underneath him, heading closer and closer to ecstasy with every brutal thrust, each
sweet kiss.

“Draco,” she moaned, lifting her hips to his one final time as wave after wave of pleasure
rocketed through her core. “Come with me...”

He slowed his pace, seeming to understand her need to ride out the intense burst of pleasure
for as long as she possibly could. She released a final groan and scraped her nails down his
back as she grasped at something to hold onto, something to ground her.

“Oh, fuck-“ he rasped.

Draco took her hands, pinning them above her head and increased his rhythm, pounding into
her at a steady pace until she felt his entire body stiffen and jerk, and she knew he had found
his release, too.

“That’s it, so close... can’t stop.” He chanted as the bed banged against the wall. “Want to slip
inside you and come right where you need it... you’d fucking love it...” he babbled against
her neck. “You’re mine, Hermione – fuck!”

He collapsed next to her in a heap, pulling her body to his so that her back was pressed to his
front.

He draped a heavy arm around her waist, anchoring her to his chest.

They stayed that way; they stayed close to one another, enjoying the feel of being pressed
against each other so intimately it made her feel safe being with him.

“Draco?” she whispered after a while, and he murmured sleepily in reply. She waited a
second before speaking again, trying to build up the courage to say something that she had
been waiting to say for a while now and she could not let it simmer any longer.

“I want to be yours.”

But she was only met with silence.

Breaking

It was getting harder.

The Mediwitch had told them both that the last 6 hours would be the most testing...she wasn’t
wrong. There were moments where Hermione was sure that if the Healer’s hadn’t walked
into the room, or Draco hadn’t locked himself in the bathroom for a whole forty-five minutes
that he would have just jumped her bones and fucked her on the hospital room floor.

Not that she would have minded, of course.

“I want to be yours...”

She closed her eyes and groaned. Of course, he had fallen asleep as the words had slipped out
of her mouth. Of course, he hadn’t heard a word she had said... because life was just never
that easy for her. She refused to say it again, not trusting herself to not elaborate on it if she
did with the feelings she currently had rushing around her system.

But then, what was the worst that could happen? He could reject her ... turn her down and tell
her he didn’t want her...tell her he didn’t see her in a sexual way...

She took a deep breath and got out of the bed just as a Healer came back into the room, a
timid smile on her face. Hermione knew that she was about to tell her something particularly
unpleasant.

“Hermione, you’re aware that the next few hours are quite vital within your erm-particular
circumstances-” she started in a sweet voice just as the bathroom door opened and out
stepped Draco in his dress trousers and his white oxford shirt wide open... his gloriously
broad chest on show.
Hermione’s mouth went instantly dry and her pulse picked up a notch or two. He was
just...perfect.

Her body was quite literally craving him and she knew as she raked her eyes over his body
that he could see her blatantly checking him out. But she oddly found herself not caring.

It’s just the potion... it’s just the potion...

Oddly enough, the look he gave back to her looked like he wanted to eat her alive...in the best
way possible. He always took in her thighs first; seeming to find that part of her body the
biggest turn on for him. She liked the way he looked at her...it made her feel attractive and
wanted. It was possessive and dangerous and she found her body screaming out for it.

For him.

“The potion has been increasing your fertility levels gradually...” the Healer said between
them both, drawing their attention away from each other. “...if any chance of intercourse were
to happen now at full peak, then you would be at very high risk of pregnancy.”

Hermione didn’t miss it. She saw the flash of temptation crossing Draco’s face and she felt
her hormones flame; he wanted that right now. The hormones she was giving off were
gearing up to make him want to mate with her...to cause a pregnancy.

Dangerous, dangerous temptation.

“Your ability to Occlude needs to be stronger than ever, Mr Malfoy.” The Healer told Draco
pointedly, and Hermione watched him put his hands on his hips and shake his head. “If
Hermione is not quite herself then she may find that if she cannot mate then her senses may
become erratic...she may become hysterical and it will be up to you to comfort her through
that...” Erratic...hysterical...all words she never thought would be put with herself. Words
that weren’t her.

But she knew she could feel it already. A niggling feeling at the back of her mind telling her
that she needed to mate...she needed sex and she needed Draco...

Craving Draco ... desperately...

She hugged herself defensively and Draco’s eyes narrowed at her knowingly. “It’s not
Draco’s fault if I cause harm to myself –“

“It won’t come to that.” He said seriously, standing to his full height and towering over her as
he came closer. “I won’t let that happen.” Hermione watched the abdominals on him ripple
slightly as he walked towards her.

“I’m sure you’re in safe hands, Hermione.” The healer told her comfortingly as she noted
something on her clipboard. “It appears that Mr Malfoy here is the perfect gentleman...”

Hermione saw Draco wince; obviously thinking that he was not perfect considering what
they had actually been up to...but Hermione wouldn’t have had it any other way, and her heart
ached slightly at the fact that she could see that regret on his features, almost like he was
torturing himself about taking pleasure for himself that he thought he didn’t deserve.

When the Healer left them, Draco put his head down and rubbed the back of his neck. “If
only she knew the truth, eh Granger?” and then he smirked at her boyishly, and her legs
nearly buckled at the sight. “Think she would still be calling me a gentleman if she knew I’d
let you straddle my thighs and ride me?”

Hermione shuddered at the memories and let the heat return to her. “I think she would lose
more respect for me than you, to be honest...” she could remember the feeling of being
pressed against his cock...the look of frustration on his features as his hands gripped her hips.

Her mouth went dry again as the feeling started to overcome her. “Draco...” she said on a
breath and looked at him wantonly like she usually did when she just needed him. “Can you
just-“

She didn’t need to say any more. Before the last of her sentence could come out of her
mouth, Draco had already walked towards her and pulled her flush against him, one hand at
the small of her back the other in her hair, making her look up at him.

“I’ll touch you for as long as you need it, love...” he whispered as he looked down at her.
“But I think it might be best for both of us if we do this after a shower... keep the scent
dampened...” he bent down and put his nose against her forehead. “Because right now you
smell fucking amazing and my self-restraint won’t last...”

Hermione groaned and leaned her cheek into his chest as her hands grasped at his open shirt.
He was right. She knew he was right. She knew that they needed to keep their wits about
them...but she couldn’t concentrate when all she wanted was to climb him and let him take
her to bed...let him do unspeakable things to her and fuck her on every available surface.

“You’re right,” she managed to mumble into his skin. “Shower...” She felt a small chuckle
rumble through his chest.

“I’m never really wrong, Granger...”

Gloating bastard.
She had a bath instead.

A luke-warm bath that seemed to relax her muscles a little and let her control her emotions;
get her mind off of the man on the other side of the door.

Which was proving harder by the minute to ignore.

Especially since he was currently knocking on said door, asking her if she was okay. And she
was not okay; her body needed him. She brought her thighs together in desperation. “I’m
fine,” she answered, and heard the door-handle turn.

He appeared in the doorway through the small opening in the door, and his eyes grew wide
when he saw her. “Oh shit, sorry Granger.” He started, not quite knowing where to put his
eyes. “I thought you were done.”

Hermione couldn’t help herself; she giggled. She had never seen Draco Malfoy blush before,
and she decided that it suited him. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, Malfoy.” She told
him with a smile. Not that he could see much anyway as she was hid beneath the water.
Except for her thighs...

She watched as he closed his eyes and put his head against the doorframe. “I could see it once
or a thousand times over and I still don’t think I’d quite get over it...” his eyes opened a crack
and she watched him glance down to her wet thighs, slightly parted as she sat up on the tub.

“Jesus...” he whispered to himself and then shook his head.

Hermione bit down on her bottom lip at his reaction. She liked that she could have that effect
on him...even if it might not have been real.

“You know...” he started in a low voice, and she watched him and held her breath as he
walked slowly into the bathroom, arms folded across his chest. “I had a strange dream a few
months ago...something I’ve tried to forget about until now...”

Hermione viewed him curiously as she watched his fingers reach up and start to unbutton the
top of his shirt slowly as he looked down at her. “I have this tin bath tub back at the
Manor...an old Victorian thing that my Mother liked to keep as an antique...it sits in the
middle of the bathroom, barely used...” his fingers made trailed their way down until his shirt
hung apart, exposing his chest once more. “...but I find it hard to look at it now.”

Hermione followed his steps as he turned on the shower...oh shit... was he? –

“Because this particular dream I had involved both the Bathtub and a girl that I had

no right to be dreaming about...”

Hermione pushed herself up in the bath until the tops of her breasts were just peeking above
the waterline. She watched him as he turned his back to her casually and took his shirt off.
The hot water from the shower had already started to fog up the glass, and Draco disappeared
behind the screen until just the top of him was showing and then his pants were flung to the
other side of the room, along with his boxers.
They watched each other carefully. Hermione watching the water rippling over his alabaster
skin whilst he watched the top of her tits bobbing on the water...his jaw going slack as he
took her in.

“Dreaming about Poppy again?” Hermione asked, her curiosity piqued. She couldn’t help the
little dig, and she knew full well that she sounded jealous... but right now, with the way he
was looking at her and the things going through her mind, she didn’t care.

Draco scoffed and she saw him put his head underneath the spray. “Hardly, Granger.” He told
her with a small chuckle. “Poppy was a ...distraction. It was more of a one-way thing...she
liked to be hands-on...which is not usually my thing in public...” he gave her a small smile
through the glass.

“You seemed quite close...” Hermione pried and soaked the sponge, soaping it up and
running it down her thigh.

Draco didn’t miss the action. “Seemed is the word you want to cling on to there, love...” his
eyes were travelling down her thigh, following the sponge. “Turns out, she couldn’t keep my
attention away from someone else.” He took a deep breath in. “For fuck’s sake,
Granger...could you be anymore distracting?”

Hermione smiled over at him innocently. Yes... rile him up; then he might just take you and
fuck you and come inside of you and –

“The girl in my bathtub had the best pair of thighs I have ever seen.” She bit back a groan
when she watched him put both arms up against the glass as he leaned against it, still looking
at her as the water fell around him. “She had this hair... it just fell around her face... all wild
and free...the total opposite of her calm and collected personality...”

She looked over at him, still soaping her body. “She didn’t say anything; just sat there in my
bathtub soaping herself...letting me watch her...making me want her...”

Hermione moved beneath the water and it sloshed over the side of the bath, moving slightly
to expose her breasts as it rippled around her. “That was when I realised that I wasn’t going to
get over her... I was going to have to live with an unrequited crush on a woman that couldn’t
even look

up at me from her desk long enough to catch me watching her.”

Her eye’s widened...was he possibly-. “Maybe she didn’t realise how you felt...maybe she
just thought you weren’t interested-“

“-I dropped enough hints.” He answered casually as he lathered himself with soap. “I don’t
think she’s interested...” he looked over at her thoughtfully. “...or at least I didn’t until I swear
just as I was drifting off to sleep a few hours ago I thought I heard her tell me that she wanted
to be mine...”

She didn’t know what made her do it; the shock of knowing that he had heard her or the
shame of knowing that he hadn’t answered her ... but she grabbed her robe from the floor
next to the bath, stood up defensively in the tub and faced him. She watched his expression
change to something dangerous and passionate.

“You,” she started quite angrily. “You heard me, and you said nothing?”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes travelling down her body as she stepped out of the
bath and stood on the opposite side of the glass frame; close enough to see the water beads
clinging to the fine hairs on his chest. “I didn’t know whether I was meant to hear it or not...I
didn’t want to embarrass you by replying.”

She thought about that for a minute as she wrapped the robe around herself. Would she have
done the same thing? Keep quiet in case it wasn’t something that he wanted her to know?
...was he really that much of a gentleman?

“Just because I don’t say it, doesn’t mean I don’t feel it, Granger.” His eyes were burning as
he looked at her through the glass, his forehead almost pressed against it. “I keep myself to
myself, unless I am aware that my feelings are reciprocated...”

He left the sentence hanging in the air. Was he leaving this on her? Was he leaving the ball in
her court now? Was this what he wanted? Did he want her too?

She had to be brave. She had to let him know before she combusted with all of the feelings
inside of her. Hermione stepped away from the glass but kept her eyes on him as she slowly
started to make her way around the partition. She opened up the knot in her robe and slowly
shrugged it off her shoulders, watching his eyes grow black as she teased him slightly.

“...And what if they are?” she asked innocently, letting one shoulder of her robe slip down to
expose her collarbone and top of her breast. She was almost at the opening of the shower
now...would almost be able to see him in whole view... “What if she just didn’t think you’d
be interested in a calm and collected girl like her?”

His frame followed her, allowing her to meet him head on when she finally reached the end
of the shower cubicle. His bottom half now no longer hidden by the fog of the glass...his
body in full view for her to witness.

Hermione bit back a moan as she took him in. Long and thick... it balanced out nicely with
the rest of his body. He stood tall, broad and proud. He was unashamed of himself and she
admired that.

The other shoulder of her robe slipped down, his eyes watching it fall.

“She’d be stupid to think that any man wouldn’t be attracted to a woman like her...” he
cocked an eyebrow at her. “Especially when she’s wearing a pencil skirt...” She shuddered
and closed her eyes momentarily before taking a deep breath and letting the robe fall to the
floor. Now completely naked in front of him, just like he was with her. Baring themselves to
each other; baring more than their bodies.

“Granger, what have I told you about closing those eyes?” she felt a large hand graze against
her own, and when she opened her eyes, he was stood right in front of her. “I like to watch
your expressions... keep them open.”

And then all she could see was his grey ones as she honed in on them as he took her hand in
his and brought her back into the shower with him, letting the water wash down upon them
both. His other hand came up and he gently held her arms just below her shoulders,
smoothing circles on her skin with his thumbs.

“I like to think that I’m in control when it comes to every part of my life,” he told her in a
quiet voice, his eyes searching hers. “But with you, I find myself having no control
whatsoever right now.” He shook his head in frustration and his hands gripped her a little
tighter, bringing her closer to his body.

“There is a certain etiquette at work that allows me to be around you without feeling the need
to rip the clothes from your body and fuck you into your desk...” he gave her a small lopsided
grin. “But I’ve come close a few times, believe me.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and bit her lip. His eyes darkened instantly. “Remember
last year when you sat on the edge of your desk right next to the fan? You said the weather
had no right to be so bloody hot for the month of April?”

Oh yes... she remembered that day. That was the first time he had rolled up his sleeves over
his forearms and loosened his tie as he sat opposite her... the first time he had exposed his
dark mark...

“...the smell of your perfume and the way your hair blew from the breeze of the fan made me
want to just grab you and put you over your desk and –“

“Then why didn’t you?” she mewled in a quiet voice, her fingertips brushing his chest. “I
wouldn’t have-“

“Granger, I would never have even conceived the thought of you looking at me as anything
other than a boy who teased you in school and tried to atone for his sins ever since. Your
friendship is all I could hope for.”

She looked up at him and gave him a shy smile. “Well, now you know... what are you going
to do about it?”

For a long moment, he did nothing but stare at her. And then he was suddenly holding her
flush against him, and she could feel him hard her against her stomach.

And then she saw it in his eyes.

 Part Four

Caving

“Granger, I want to touch you...” he said in a quiet voice as she let her hand trail up to his
collarbone, her fingers fluttering over the pulse point of his neck. “Because it kills me to let
you touch me, knowing that I can’t touch you back how I want to...”

Oh, this gentleman...

“If we do this, you’re mine,” he told her with a hand in her hair as he stared at her with an
expression of wonder on her face. “I’m not good at sharing, Granger...” his eyes were full of
raw passion. “I couldn’t share you with anyone...”

Her heart almost burst through her chest when she realised that he wasn’t going to reject her.
He didn’t want her to hurt anymore. He wanted her to be his. That was all. He snaked one of
his hands around her throat gently, pulled her closer, then brushed his lips against her neck.
She sucked in a breath, tingles shooting down her arms.

“I’m not the sharing type, either...” was all she said.

“Mine,” he murmured against her ear.

His fingers moved down her forearm, and he rested his large, calloused hand on her inner
thigh.

Inch by inch, he moved his hand slowly down her thigh. Gripping her jaw in one hand and
playing with her folds skilfully with the other, he smirked against her neck, his breath fanning
her skin.

“Mine.” He slipped two fingers inside of her quite suddenly and began to slowly and softly
push them in and out gently. She clenched, already feeling the wetness increase between her
legs.

“Draco,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed.

He growled low in her ear. “Look at me, Hermione.” She opened her eyes and gazed up at
him, her walls tightening again. “Mine.” He gripped her chin tighter and placed his lips just
below her jaw. “You’re mine. This”—his fingers stilled for the shortest moment—“is mine.”

Pure pleasure pulsed through her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, and she nodded her
head.
“Only yours...It feels so good.” She was almost up on her tiptoes. “Please don’t stop.”

He pulled her closer to him until he pressed his hardness against her roughly. She parted her
lips, trying to form coherent words. He curled his fingers, hitting her g-spot, and she cried
out.

“Say it, Hermione,” he said, his thumb gently stroking her jaw. Grey eyes stared back at her,
devouring every single inch of her body, and her head snapped back in pleasure. “Tell me
you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Draco.” She gripped onto his hand as it moved away from her.

“We both know what will happen now if we keep doing this to each other... I’m not sure how
much longer I can keep my dominance and occlude over my feelings...so I need to know: Are
you willing?” His eyes were a mixture of emotions, too far gone to recognize that Hermione’s
were giving him back the same emotions in equal measure.

He barely heard her reply when she said, “Yes.”

“Thank fuck.”

And then he rushed at her, tossed her over his shoulder while she gave a small shriek, shut the
bathroom door behind them and made a beeline for the bed. Both still wet but not caring at
all, he tossed her down, exposing her in all if her glory, causing his eyes to darken
dangerously.

“Look at you...” he told her in a low tone as his eyes drank her in.

Draco must have been listening to some sort of inner monologue as he slowly climbed over
her on the bed...covered her soft body with his own, battling his final thread of control. His
body language told her that he wanted to explore every single one of her curves. He surprised
her instead however, by reaching between her legs again and running a finger through her
slit. She was already so ready for him, and his cock went even harder as he viewed her,
making her thighs shake with anticipation.

Hermione’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as he gently reached out to caress one of her
breasts, rolling her nipple to a hard point. When she let out a moan and the growl, he let out
in response told her that he was at his limit.

“I need you tell me, Granger...” he told her in a serious voice. “...tell me again that this is
what you want...” his eyes were blazing. “I can’t hold back from this. I need to be inside
you... once wasn’t enough for me.” He sounded guilty, like he hated himself for asking; for
wanting to take this for himself.

She reached up, palming his cheek and touching her lips to his, nipping at his bottom one. “I
want you, Draco...” she whispered, feeling the tip of his cock at her entrance. “And I don’t
want you to go easy on me...” the potion needed it hard and rough...the potion needed him to
let loose on her.
“...I need you to break and lose control.”

Draco looked her dead in the eye as he positioned himself against her entrance, taking a deep
breath before he slowly pushed himself inside of her with one, swift motion.

“Fuck...”

“Oh...”

They both groaned loudly against each other’s mouths until Hermione threw her head back
against the mattress. Draco panted slightly from the tightness around him, Hermione keened
from the feeling of her walls being stretched without preparation.

"The look on your face, Granger." He mumbled against her. "Never fucking forget this."

It felt so good.

She felt so good.

“Rough this time...” he told her possessively, his head burying itself in her shoulder. “I need
you too badly to fuck you slowly... but next time...”

Hermione shuddered. Next time...next time sounded like a promise.

Draco seemed to be in control enough to lean back up to her and kiss her. He pushed his
tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch. He started to move his hips a little and she
moaned into his mouth before her hands were on his shoulders, fingernails clinging to his
skin.

He ran his hands down her soft sides until he reached her hips. Hermione groaned again
when he tightened his hold there so that she stayed in place as his hips flexed, sinking further
inside of her.

“Oh... that’s it – please...” she felt him widen her hips further apart with his hands as he took
her reaction as a sign to start to pound harder into her. In and out. Flesh slapping against
flesh. Harder.

But it wasn’t rough enough for either of them. “Harder, Draco...” she keened, needing to feel
more of him than before.

To do exactly that, he broke their kiss. When he looked into Hermione’s eyes, the lust and
desire there shot straight through her, spurring her on further. He growled possessively and he
tightened his grip on her hips. The need inside of her was too strong ... she needed this.

“The need to come inside you is overwhelming me.” He told her on a panted breath as he
continued to pump his hips roughly into hers. “Taking me over – like a mating instinct...” He
moved faster and faster until the pressure built.

Draco’s head bent down and teased her nipple with his teeth before sucking it deep in his
mouth and swirling the tight bud with his tongue. She let out a cry and raised a hand to the
back of his head, threading her fingers through his thick, blonde hair.

She murmured, “Draco.”

At his name, he released her nipple with a pop and looked up at her. His pupils flashed to
circles of black, showing the danger there in him. He used his hands to pin her own above her
head and flexed his hips at a new angle, hitting her clit with every thrust and Hermione’s
back arched off the bed.

In a growl of a voice, he said, “That’s it, love...” he looked down at her intensely, his eyes
lighting up with each thrust of his hips and the reaction on her face. “Fuck, Hermione ... I
never thought I’d get to-“ he stopped himself and closed his eyes. “...you feel so fucking
good.”

As he palmed her breasts and squeezed lightly, she groaned into him and rocked her hips
upwards.

Since she was already heavy with desire, the pressure of his fingers on her tender flesh sent a
shock straight between her legs.

Their need to mate due to the potion must have been rubbing off on each other; she was more
turned on than she’d ever been in her life and he was matching her thrust for thrust. Suddenly
he made a low sound and leaned back on his heels. His posture gave her a chance to stare at
him in all his glory.

“Deeper...” was all he said in a rough tone, his eyes flashing dangerously, and between one
second and the next, he had flipped her over on the mattress onto her tummy. His hands
caressed her smooth, curved behind.

His touch was rough and hard, and each slow brush of his fingers was deliberate and made
her feel treasured and desired. Then his hands reached beneath her hips and pulled up her
body until she was on her knees with her arse in the air. Fuck ... yes... this was the angle she
needed right now.

Draco ran a finger through her folds and she arched into his touch with a moan, the roughness
of his fingers causing a wonderful sensation along her slit. She was rewarded with a slap on
her left cheek. The slight stinging pain sent more wetness between her thighs. Draco ran his
fingers up her folds and circled her clit repeatedly.

The almost-touch made her nerves throb and ache. To try to relieve it, she moved her body to
try to catch his fingers on her clit. But Draco’s reflexes were faster, and he moved out of the
way. She decided to try another tactic to relieve her frustration. She whimpered and wiggled
her rear end.

He rewarded her with a pinch to her clit and she cried out. But before there was enough
pressure to give her an orgasm, he released her. She ached to the point of pain. If he didn’t
fuck her hard soon, she thought she might have burst.

She whispered, “Please.”

He slapped her other arse cheek. “You like that, Granger?” he asked her with a small chuckle.

“You like the feel of it?”

“Yes.”

There was a hiss of breath. “Fuck...you’ll be the fucking death of me.”

And without preamble, he thrust into her again with one swift motion. She fisted the sheets in
her hands at the intrusion. In this position, the fullness was almost too much to handle. Then
he started to move again.

“Oh, god...”

His hands were now on her hips, guiding her forward and back against his cock, his rhythm
picking up pace until his balls were slapping against her clit with each thrust. If she had
thought he’d taken her rough before, then now he was downright brutal. He was in complete
control of their rhythm and the movement of her hips, but she loved the feel of his legs
against her thighs, the pure male dominance of his touch as he pulled and pushed her hips
against his.

“Fuck... never felt anything better...so fucking good – always wondered...” he babbled
between thrusts as he picked up the primal pace and it felt almost punishing to her, but oh so
fucking good.

She would be bruised later, but right there, right then, she didn’t care about anything but her
next orgasm. For a second, she wondered what had happened to her; she wasn’t usually this
sensual, demanding creature who wanted it rough and ready. Being spanked was never
something she wanted to try. But this potion...and this man... they were mixing together to
bring out a hybrid version of herself that she quite liked.

Then Draco slapped her right arse cheek and she moaned, gripping the sheets tighter in her
fists.

She was so close.

“Keep going-“ she panted. “I’m so close, Draco please-“

He picked up his rhythm, the bed pounding against the wall. She felt him pushing roughly
inside of her and he hit that sweet spot that she needed, making her scream out in pleasure as
her head went back and he fisted her hair.

“You want it like this?” he asked her though gritted teeth. “You want me to keep fucking you
like this? You want it hard- fuck!”

She nodded, getting so close. “Please...I want this...” she begged, feeling her thighs burning
from the movements of their position. “I need this...” so close...

“You’re going to make me come, Hermione...” he groaned and his thrusts went wild, the
angle setting off an eruption inside of her. “I don’t think I’ll be able to pull out-“
She threw her hips back into him warningly, his grip on her hair tightening as he reached his
breaking point. “Don’t pull out,” she panted. “Don’t you dare pull out-“

“Potion talking-“ he mumbled, then made a sound between a cry and a load groan. “Oh-
fuck...I’m close, fuck-“

“Draco – oh my- I’m coming-“

And then she felt a rush of heat and light as she was blinded by an intense orgasm. The kind
that make your bones quake. If Draco hadn’t been holding her up by her hips, she would have
fallen down onto the mattress.

“Yes – Hermione – fuck-“ his hips thrust against hers ferociously before he suddenly stilled
himself and then all too soon, he pulled out to stop himself from coming inside of her and she
felt empty.

Empty, but suddenly full of something that she hadn’t felt for a long time; hope.

She felt her body being pulled back to the top of the bed, and felt Draco’s pressed directly
behind her.

“You pulled out...” she whined as he threw his arm around her protectively and kissed her
neck.

She expected to feel like she would go crazy, but she felt oddly sated... maybe it was the act
of sex itself that kept the craziness at bay and not the actual mating.

“Believe me, you’ll thank me for that in about nine months’ time.” He chuckled against her
skin.

“As much as the idea of knocking you up gets me going, I don’t think we’re quite there yet,
love.”

Hermione turned her head to look at him with wide eyes as her fingers made small circles on
his arm. “You’ve thought about that... with me?”

He gave her a shy grin that said it all. “Granger, I’ve thought about what it would be like to
spend the rest of my life with you...” he told her with a kiss to her shoulder. “Of course, I’m
going to think about the stuff that comes with it...”

She couldn’t help herself; she smiled. The very idea of dark and brooding Draco Malfoy
thinking about living his life with her and having children with her made her feel powerful. It
made her realise her own strength and ability to make a man weak at the knees for her.

She just hoped that when the next few hours were finally over, that he would still mean what
he said. That this wasn’t just the potion talking and that they could then finally think straight
and get everything out in the open with one another.

She just hoped that he didn’t regret this now that they had started it.
“I know what you’re thinking, and I won’t.” He told her in a whisper, his hand entwining
with hers.

“I never will.”

For now, she could only hope.

Truths

Draco Malfoy was right, of course. He always was. Those last six hours of the potion’s
effects were hard on them both, but he saw them both through it with both grace and respect.
Never once did he deny her, taking great pleasure in making her come multiple times as he
fucked her deeply, but he never came inside of her any of those times.

Each time he lay her down on the bed or let her straddle him on the chair he would whisper
naughty little things in her ear and tell her how amazing she was...how amazing she felt to
him...how thankful he was that he got to be the one to see her through this...and he never got
bored of ravishing her body over and over until she ached in areas that she didn’t know
existed..

In fact, Hermione came to realise as the last few hours ebbed away that he held her tightly
and protectively as they teetered on the edge between consciousness and sleep. He never let
her out of his sight, even when she rolled out of his embrace during sleep. She could faintly
remember pulling free in her subconscious memories, but he was quick to roll over and pull
her back into him, his size shadowing hers.

And now here they were; bags packed and a certified bill of health checked over, which
meant that they were ready to go. And although Hermione was thankful that they were both
back within their right minds again, she couldn’t help the tinge of sadness that had crept over
her as they exited the room together and walked along the corridors.

The last two days had been their little haven...their own little personal space within the world
that felt like it was only the two of them that existed. They had been so close, and now it was
probably going to get awkward and messy and Draco was going to regret the whole thing.
She knew he had some sort of feelings for her, but she couldn’t be sure which were real and
which were the effects of the potion. It annoyed her no end that they had never really had
‘the’ conversation before they left the room.
She had almost bumped into his back as he stopped outside of the entrance doors to the
hospital once they were finally free. Draco turned around to look at her, and she knew that he
hadn’t quite known what to say.

“It’s okay,” she told him with a small smile. “You don’t have to.” She felt the wind blowing
on her cheeks and shuddered slightly. “I should get home really...try and get my sleep back
into a normal pattern.”

The wind blew a piece of hair across her cheek and she watched as Draco’s hand came out
automatically to move it out of the way, before he remembered himself and stopped, putting
his hand into his coat pocket with a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks.

“Right then- so,” he started, scuffing his shoes at the floor uncomfortably. “I’ll see you in
work bright and early tomorrow, then?”

Hermione nodded, bringing her coat closer to herself. Looking at him was getting difficult. It
was like she wanted to say something, but knew that if she spoke then a whole train of
thought would come bubbling out. If he wasn’t in the same place that she was then it would
be awfully embarrassing.

So instead she opted for; “Yes, tomorrow.” And watched him as he nodded in goodbye and
began to walk away. “Draco, wait.” she added in almost desperation. She couldn’t just let him
walk away... but what did she say?

He stopped a few paces and turned to look at her. She couldn’t be sure if she was making it
up or not, but she was sure that she saw something in his eyes that looked as eager as she felt.

“Thank you.” Came out of her mouth before she could stop it.

Say something else...tell him you appreciate him and don’t regret it...tell him you’d very much
be willing to have sex with him again... tell him bloody anything to stop him from walking –

“The pleasure was most definitely all mine, Granger.” He told her with a small wink and a
smirk as he nodded his head again and then kept on walking.

Why did she let him go?

Why did she let him walk away? Hermione had kicked herself all the way home for not
saying more; for not being brave enough to contemplate the idea of putting herself out there
and just admitting that she was absolutely head over heels for the blonde bastard.

And now here she was, curled up on her crushed velvet couch, watching One Tree Hill re-
runs on E4 and eating her body weight in Cadbury’s Dairy Milk – all that sex clearly ran up
her appetite for sugary goodness – whilst wearing the baggiest jumper she could find to go
with the fluffiest pair of bed socks.

And wouldn’t you know, that that was the precise time to have a knock at her door.

“Shit...” Because yes, this was exactly what she needed; having to answer the door looking
ridiculous and bare-legged to boot. Well, fuck it. She was in no mood to be sociable. She
would just ignore it and let them go away.

Another knock. More persistent this time. She could pretend she was in the toilet or
something-

"Granger, I know you’re in there...”

Oh, fuck... it was him.

Her stomach was suddenly doing flip-flops. Her pulse sped up instantly and she swore she
had been holding her breath since she heard her name being called in his sultry undertones
through the door.

“Granger, open the bloody door.”

Anticipation ran through her body as she slowly edged towards the solid plastic front door,
taking deep breaths and feeling awfully anxious even though she knew she had no reason to
be ... it was only Draco, it was only Draco, it was only Draco ...

The door unlocked heavily, creaking as she pulled it towards her... and then there he was;
leaning his hands against either side of the doorframe, wearing a black jumper and black
pants in the most casually seductive way she had ever seen.

He was looking at her determinedly. “You let me walk away.” He announced to her pointedly,
and she frowned slightly. “You let me do all of those delicious things to you...” he told her in
a low voice, taking a step into her. “...You showed me all of the naughty little things that you
get up to in the bedroom ... You let me touch you in ways I could only fucking fantasize
about... and then you just casually say 'Thank You', and go and leave me hanging, Granger.”
He was directly in front of

her now.

Hermione’s mouth went dry and she took a step backwards as Draco stepped further into her
space like a man on a mission. “I-“ she stammered, not quite sure what to say. “I thought you
wouldn’t be interested once the potion-“

Draco tutted at her sarcastically as the bottom of her back hit the back of the couch and he
was suddenly looming over her. That smirk...she was sure that smirk would give her
butterflies for as long as she lived. She watched as one of his hands slowly came up to cup
her chin, lifting her face fully up to his. His eyes were like flashes of the brightest silver.

“...Then let’s put that theory to the test, shall we...because I have a feeling that I’m about to
prove you very wrong...”

"And how do you plan on doing that?" She asked in a quiet voice as the hand on her chin
now travelled down her neck in a feather light touch.

He gave her a coy smile as his eyes followed his fingertips to her collarbone, causing
Goosebumps along her skin. "I'm going to touch every inch of you that I'm attracted to..." he
answered, just above a whisper. "...and see how long it takes before I fucking break."

Hermione’s top teeth sank into her bottom lip as his fingertips touched along the outline of
her collarbone, his eyes were hot and wanting... this whole thing was making her melt.
“Draco...” she started quietly, wanting to tell him that she needed more than just his touch.
His eyes met hers.

“This-” He cut her off, still stroking her collarbone lightly with his thumb. “Reminds me of a
time I watched you pull your hair to one side as we stood in the Atrium lifts...” his eyes
danced menacingly as he viewed her. “It wasn’t the first time you’d done it, but it was the
first time I’d had images of biting down on it and making you moan enter into my head...”

They both sucked in air at the same time as his hand travelled between them again and his
fingers travelled up to splay themselves around her throat gently.

“And this,” his fingers tightened around it ever so slightly to imply he was talking about it.
“...Reminds me of the time you sat at your desk looking up at me from your reports...” his
fingers stroked her gently as his eyes flickered from them to her lips as his hand gently
started to bring her towards him. “...you stretched your pretty little neck and I instantly
thought about what it would feel like to have my hand squeezing it while I fucked you
against your office table...”

Oh, shit...

She made a small mewl at the back of her throat and his eyes lit up. “Do you like the sound
of that, Granger?” he asked her quietly, his fingertips still stroking her throat as he brought
his face so close to hers that he bent and touched his forehead to hers. “Does the idea of me
lusting after you for fucking years turn you on?”

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him and swallowed, her body thrumming with
excitement.

“Years?” she whispered, her eyes falling to his lips.

Draco nodded his forehead against hers, his eyes mirroring hers as they stopped at her lips.
“Does the thought of me constantly fantasising about what I would like to do to you get you
going?” his lip turned up into a smirk. “Does the idea of me going home and wanking over
the thought of you standing there in that fucking pencil skirt do things to you?”
It did... it really did. But she could only keen and close her eyes as her thighs clenched
together to stop the aching pressure between her legs.

“But my problem isn’t just the fantasies or the continuous feelings of lust, Granger...” he
began again, and although her eyes were closed she knew that he had bent his head further to
let his lips meet her ear. The hand that was at her throat had now snuck around the back of
her neck and was massaging the tender skin there as it wound its way into her curls.

“It’s the thought that I’ve fallen completely in fucking love with you...” his voice was just
above a whisper as he kissed her earlobe, making her shudder and draw in a deep breath as
his revelation sent shockwaves straight through her. “...and I have no idea what I can fucking
do about it...”

She opened her eyes then, looking directly into his as he pulled back.

“...But I know I’m too old to be beating around the fucking bush, so I might as well wear my
heart on my sleeve and tell you how I feel because fuck me, Hermione...I’m crazy about
you.”

Be brave. Be so fucking brave...

“Try catching up to me,” she finally answered him with a small smile. “Because I am at least
a good twelve months ahead of you...” she swallowed before continuing. “...I think I’ve loved
you just a little bit more every day since the day you sat opposite me in our office.”

Nothing more needed to be said after that. Only actions.

“I’ve been waiting too long for this,” he growled, his need for her becoming more and more
urgent by the second as he pulled her a little closer. “Not even been daring to think that you
even thought about me in that way...”

Hermione looked down at his hand and took it with confidence, deciding that she needed to
take control of this before they tore each other’s clothes off in the middle of her Living room.
She led him to her bedroom, firmly closing the door behind them. When she turned,
Hermione’s gaze drifted from his and down to the obvious yet now all too familiar erection in
his trousers.

“I've not even touched you yet.” She smiled at him cheekily.

He cleared his throat but looked completely unashamed. “Better correct that mistake, then.”

He tilted her chin to his, before bending in and stealing a sweet kiss. When her lips parted, he
deepened the kiss. The feel of his tongue exploring hers had her core aching for him. It was
as if her body had muscle memory and knew that they were about to get another shot at all of
this.

Pulling back for a second, Draco met her eyes as she started to confess.

“You do realise I’ve been fantasizing about this ever since you first wore those bloody
glasses?” She laughed and he raised an eyebrow at her.
“Well,” Draco cupped her chin again and kept her close to him. “You do realise they’ll be a
permanent fixture on my face from now on, then?” he gave her a devilish smirk.

“Tease...” she toyed with him as he walked her backwards until the back of her legs hit the
mattress. “...I have heard Pencil Skirts are the height of office fashion at the minute though...”
she finished with an innocent look at she gave his upper arms a gentle squeeze and she could
have sworn she heard him growl low at the back of his throat.

“The things I thought of doing to you in that fucking skirt...” He told her in a low tone as his
eyes travelled down her body. She blinked like this surprised her. “...The things I’d thought of
doing to you at all, to be honest...”

“Oh?” she liked it when he talked...the way he told her things made her weak at the knees.
No one had ever spoken to her like Draco did.

“I’d been thinking about it for years... What you’d taste like, the sounds you’d make. How
fast I could make you come for me...all with your permission, of course.” he murmured,
bringing his mouth to her neck. Hermione let out a soft, need-filled noise, bringing her lips
closer to his. Draco leaned in, and their mouths met in a soft, warm kiss.

“You don’t need to ask, Draco.” Hermione told him against his lips. “Touch me all you
like...I won’t break.”

She moaned softly when he immediately deepened the kiss, and their kisses grew faster, more
urgent. Draco turned them until he was sat down on the bed, and he hoisted her on top of
him.

Swinging her legs over his hips so she was straddling him while he sat up on the bed,
supporting them both.

“Christ, Hermione...fucking beautiful...”

Draco moved his lips down to her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe as he slipped his
hands under her jumper to unhook her bra. Once the clasp was undone, she quickly pulled her
jumper and bra over her head and tossed them across the room.

Draco’s hands moved expertly to the full, supple roundness of her breasts, massaging them
gently and rubbing her nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, God...” She moaned, arching her spine and throwing back her head. He moved his
mouth from her neck, trailing his tongue along her collarbone and dipping down to her
breasts.

Hermione’s breathing grew heavy as she began rocking her hips over his, the friction from
their clothes making his cock stiffer by the second.

“Take these off,” she said, sliding off his lap and tugging at his waistband.

After unbuckling his belt, she unfastened his pants and reached into his briefs to pull out his
cock.
Hermione glimpsed at his large member momentarily before they kissed again; faster and
rougher than before, as she worked her hand over his length, causing low, growling groans to
rise up from deep within Draco’s chest.

“Jesus.” He breathed out deeply, struggling with his control. “That feels incredible.”

As she continued with that motion, Draco took his own black jumper off and tossed it aside.
They lay back on the bed, both moaning and breathing hard, and he slipped his hand into her
underwear, his fingers quickly meeting the warmth and wetness between her thighs. Draco
used feather light touches along the length of her.

“You feel fucking amazing...” he whispered, his voice going hoarse from the incredible
movement that she was still making with her hand. “Still can’t believe I get to do this with
you...”

“The feeling is mutual.” she whispered back. “Believe me.”

“Believe you?” The words halted the movement of his fingers. She laughed, looking down at
her hand and slowing its movements against him.

“Yes...believe me....” As her palm worked over his stiff length, he looked at her seriously.

“Granger, you do realise that I’m not letting you go after this? It’s you who needs to believe
me... this is it now, you’re mine.” He told her possessively, pressing his lips to hers and
making her heart rate sky rocket.

“On some level, I think I always have been, Draco...” Was all she said as the fire ignited in
his eyes. She could have gone on like that forever, the two of them taking their time, drawing
out the pleasure more than they did before. But this was their first-time having sex that
wasn’t under the influence of a potion, and there was no way that either of them would just
be using their hands.

Draco shifted away from her to stand and step out of his jeans. Leaning down, he slowly
peeled Hermione’s underwear away from her body, relishing each moment as he unveiled
more and more of her skin. He had seen it all before... but it never got old.

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” He murmured, taking in the sight of her before joining her on
the bed. From the look of him, he was more than ready for the night they had both been
secretly waiting for since they had first started working together.

“Fuck...” Hermione let out a soft moan as Draco’s tongue traced across her nipple.

Luckily, he was as good at that without the potion as he was with it. He moved to the other
breast, teasing her with his tongue as his hands slid to junction of her thighs. She arched her
back, anticipating his fingers sliding against her, but instead he moved his hand to stroke her
inner thigh.

She was going to lose it if he didn’t touch her soon.

“Draco, please...”
He lifted his head from her breast, looking her in the eye as he moved his hand from her thigh
and moved torturously slow before gently sliding a finger along the length of her wetness.

“Fucking love teasing you, Granger...”

“Oh-“

She let out a gasp as he stroked her more firmly, tension building inside of her. Draco
watched her, his deep gaze boring into hers, and as he slipped two fingers deep inside of her,
she let out a cry of pleasure.

His fingers were touching her in all the right places, and she knew she wasn’t going to last
long.

And then his mouth moved lower, leaving wet, sucking kisses against her core until he found
her clit and gave it a firm suck.

“Oh my God, please – Draco-“ her hands bunched into the bedsheets.

Her hips almost shot off the bed at how good that felt. There was no awkward fumbling, no
tentative touches. He always knew exactly what he was doing, and fuck, the man had a
talented tongue. Within minutes, she was grinding against him, whimpering softly as his
tongue traced the most delicious pattern over her hot flesh.

“I need to come, Draco...”

Hermione moaned his name and every muscle in her body tightened, her hips rocking with
the movement of his fingers inside of her. Just before she was about to lose all control, he
pulled his hand away. She let out a whimper, aching for more.

“Need to be inside you when you come,” he murmured, placing a kiss against her inner thigh.

He moved down the bed as she tried to catch her breath. He rose to his knees, revealing
himself. Unable to stop herself, she sat up and reached for him, slowly stroking his thick
length. He groaned in pleasure, and she pushed him back on the bed so she could straddle
him.

“Fuck... Granger you’ll be the fucking death of me...” he panted as his hands found her hips.

She moved down his body, kissing his chest, flicking her tongue across his nipples. She ran
her tongue down his abs, then paused before moving it over the tip of him. He inhaled
sharply as she took him in her mouth, working her tongue over the sensitive tip.

“Christ-“

Hermione moved her mouth slowly, taking more and more of him each time. Looking up at
him, she met his eyes as she took him fully in her mouth until his cock reached the back of
her throat.

His whole body tensed, and she could tell he was close.
“You’re killing me,” he said on a groan.

She looked up and found him propped on his elbows, watching her with a worshipful
expression.

She loved doing this for him, making him feel good in this way. The more she had gotten to
know him, the more she knew he didn’t get many opportunities at pleasure like this.

“I need to fuck you.” He told her seriously, taking hold of her.

Draco repositioned them so she was underneath him, then pushed her thighs apart and guided
himself to her centre. Pressing forward, he pushed inside of her.

“Oh, shit ...”

“Yes... oh, god...” They let out collective groans, her body shuddering with the welcome
invasion and his fighting the urge to fuck her right into the mattress from the feeling of her
tight walls clenching around him.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned again, sliding in deeper. They were both nearly there
even before this, and it wouldn’t take much of a push to send them both careening over the
edge they were so precariously standing on. “So fucking wet for me.”

Hermione arched her back so she could take him in farther, wanting to feel him fully inside of
her.

He moved slowly, carefully at first, and it was driving her wild with desire. He pulled himself
fully out for a moment and she reached for him, needing him back, needing that connection
to remain unbroken.

“If I carry on I’ll come, Granger.” He told her honestly. “I need to be careful.”

She reached up and kissed him, biting his lip as she did. “I want you to...”

“Tell me...” he whispered as his tongue flicked out against hers. “Tell me what you want me
to do.”

She smiled into the kiss and grabbed his hips firmly, pulling him against her. “Fuck me until
you’re coming inside me.”

He growled dangerously. And she knew that was exactly what he wanted to hear. That was
the last bit of her permission that he needed.

He took her arms and pinned them above her head before plunging himself back into her with
an almost breath-stealing momentum.

“Draco- oh my god!” She cried out as he thrust faster and faster, pounding himself into her as
she began rocking her hips against him, pleasure building again within her body.
“Don’t stop, Draco – Don’t stop-“ She was moaning loudly, lost in the moment, and he
reached up to grab her throat and bring her face closer to his, which only turned her on more.

“Scream for me Granger... scream my name when you come.”

She watched him move above her as heat raced through her. They were both racing toward
the finish line, and she couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

“I’m so close – please, Draco-“ Wrapping her legs around his waist so their bodies were
intertwined as close as they could be, she finally let go, not holding anything back as her
body squeezed his and started to spasm. “Oh god!”

Draco pumped himself into her harshly as she clenched around him, whispering in her ear,
telling her what a good girl she was and how much he fucking loved her.

“Granger, you’re making me come-“ he stuttered as his hips rocked against hers and his
breathing intensified. “So fucking tight-“

“Yes....” she held onto his shoulders as he rocked her into the mattress. “Do it...please...”

He groaned loudly at her begging and his hips suddenly started to buck wildly into her.

“Fuck!” he buried his head into her neck and came hard, the force almost knocking the breath
out of her body. “Feels so fucking good...”

Neither of them moved as they tried to catch their breath, Draco’s chest rising and falling
against hers as he lifted his head to look at her with a satisfied smile on his lips. After a
minute, he turned his head toward her properly and kissed her before moving to lie next to
her.

Leaning back in the bed, he said, “That was—

“Worth the wait?” I asked, grinning.

“Definitely worth the wait. I don’t remember you being so vocal before...” she slapped him
playfully.

“You didn’t seem to mind.” She answered playfully and he grinned, slipping his arm around
her shoulders.

Hermione curled into him, laying her arm across his chest. She had been worried about the
after-

sex awkwardness, but it was so comfortable that she was tempted to lie back and fall asleep.
She closed her eyes, running her hands along his firm, muscled chest.

“So...this is it now?” she asked with a small smile playing on her lips. He nodded, pulling her
further into him and kissing her shoulder. “Because I don’t think I could let you go right now,
if I’m honest.” She added as her arms snaked around his middle and she looked up at him.
“This is all I want...” He grinned down at her. “And if you think I’m letting you walk in to the
office tomorrow without a small public display of affection, then you are gravely mistaken.”

She smiled and shook her head, her heart exploding with the thought of this new beginning
they we starting with each other. “Draco Malfoy does not do public displays of affection.”
She told him pointedly before nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his scent.

“Draco Malfoy does not share, Granger...” he growled low into her ear. “Especially when it
comes to you...and I’m going to make sure that everyone knows it.”

Now, this was a side of Draco Malfoy that she could most definitely get used to. In fact, of all
his sides, she had decided that this one was now her favourite.

Apart from the one who wore glasses, of course.

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