Large coffee eyes look at me pleadingly. “Please,” she speaks between gasps and persuading little kisses, her voice calm and demanding, “I want you… just take me!”

Who would have thought that I, Draco Malfoy, would have Hermione Granger, little Miss Prefect, on her hands and knees, begging for me to pleasure her? What brought on this sudden change in her feelings towards me, I don’t know. Perhaps it’s my animal magnetism… Perhaps it’s the fact that I have dashingly good looks. Whatever it is that draws her to me must be strong for her to just give in like that – but perhaps she’s been fighting her feelings for a while. Oh, screw why Granger wants me… All I know is that she does… But she shouldn’t! I know Granger’s type. She wants someone to have an intimate relationship with – a long relationship at that. She’s not the one-night stand type – the kind I am. If I fuck her and leave her, she’s probably gonna be all distressed… I’ll just have to make my intentions very clear… because who am I to get in the way of someone who wants to shag me?

“C’mon, Gra – Hermione,” I hold out my hand to her. She looks at me questioningly but reluctantly takes my hand, smiling ever so slightly in triumph.

Jump in, let’s go
Sit back, enjoy the show
There are miles to go
(There are miles to go)

“Malfoy, where are we going?” she asks, her arms fastened tightly around my waist, her body reeking of fear. I smirk. So she’s afraid to fly, eh? This thought only makes me push the tip of my broom down. We soar towards the ground, her arms holding on as tight as they possibly can, her thighs squeezing around me. Well Granger, if the way you’re holding on to me now is any indication, I’ll be having more fun than I expected. I bring the broom up just before we collide with the ground, displaying my incredible flying skills.

After a few moments, her grip and stiffness loosens. “Malfoy,” she inquires again, “where are we going?”

“To a little place I know of,” I reply.

I hear her mutter something incomprehensible under her breath, but she doesn’t say anything more for the duration of the flight.

Finally I see the little hotel and lower my Firebolt 2025. The large stone building was first class, of course, with familiar pinkish-gold walls. The furnishings were a deep violet rimmed with gold. With each footstep, the polished marble floor made a tapping noise. Granger does not cling behind me. Instead she walks by my side, boldly, acting as if she has been here as often as I have – or at least as if the place didn’t appeal to her interest as much as I was sure it did.

I approach the front desk and order a large room with a king sized bed for the night. After handing the due amount of gold over to the man, he handed me a key with the room number inscribed on the gold plate that made up the key chain. I lead Granger to the elevator and we step inside as soon as the gates open for us.

“Five,” I speak, indicating the floor our room is on.

This could be the night
The only night
But something you should know

I don’t want you to want me
Cause I’ll hurt you in the end
I don’t need you to need me
Tonight, I’ll hold you tight
But I won’t come back again

“Gra – Hermione, there’s something I want to make clear…” I start, turning to face her.

She looks at me, waiting for me to continue. I pause, thinking of a way to voice my thoughts. I can’t let her know that I don’t want to hurt her… I can’t reveal that I might care for her well-being – a lesson Lucius taught me a while back: Don’t show your true feelings.

“You know that I’m only in this for the shagging … right?”

She nods and looks directly at the front of the small room.

The doors open and we walk out onto the floor. The halls are washed with a light rose color and decorated with floating candles, illuminating the corridor in an amber glow. 

505…507…509. “Here we are,” I said, stopping in front of the door. I unlock it and we enter the room. There’s a tiny kitchen on our left, followed by a larger bathroom. I slip out of my socks and shoes and squeeze the soft, off-white carpet between my bare toes. The walls are covered in a yellow wash with more floating candles giving off a golden glow. The headboard was made up of twisted metal bars and the sheets were made of a dark red velvet. The numerous cushions were also covered in the crimson fabric with braided golden tassels and trimmings surrounding the edges. Ugh, Gryffindor colors surrounding me everywhere!

I turn in disgust, only to see Granger admiring the room. I want to wipe the look of appreciation off her face, but can think of only one way.

I scoop her up in my arms, one hand settling on the small of her back, the other pressing against her neck. I push her closer to me and place my mouth on hers. My lips work against her own, moving softly, knowing that she wouldn’t appreciate a rough, hard kiss. Her lips part slightly and I take the opportunity to snake my tongue into her mouth. As I flicked my tongue across the tip of her own, I tasted a sweetness I couldn’t classify. She slowly accepts the invasion of her mouth and licks, flicks, and swishes back.

As our bodies pressed us closer together, our tongues dancing a passionate tango, I let go of all my grudges against her. I didn’t care that she was a mudblood or the smartest witch in school or that she had hated me for 7 years, give or take a few. All that I was aware of was her body touching my own, her delicate curves, and the way her bushy hair had seemed to grow into a tantalizing mass of soft, springy, romantic curls. I pull back for a moment to admire this beauty that had been before my blind eyes for years. A twinge pulls at my stomach, something I recognize vaguely as guilt.

Don’t think it’s wrong
I just need somebody
And life goes on
(And life goes on)

The guilt passes, giving way for raging passion and desire. I close in again, tracing her lips with the tip of my tongue, tasting the waxy gloss she had put on. Her tongue slowly creeps into my own mouth, exploring every crevice and surface it could reach. She tickled the roof of my mouth, knowing where to apply pressure and where to trace lightly. The effect of her little expert action sent a tickling thrill down my back and a wake-up call between my legs. Well well well, little Hermione Granger wasn’t such a Virgin Mary after all. What a sexually satisfying thought; she was just like a horny little schoolgirl. I couldn’t hold myself back much longer and walked her over to the bed, never breaking the fiery kiss.

So stay with me tonight
This only night
Don’t forget, you know

I broke away and looked her straight in the eye. She had a bubbly head-in-the-clouds look upon her, which soon left when she saw how serious I was.

“You do know that this will be the only time I ever do this with you…”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” she said, waving her hand dismissively and tugging on my shirt to pull me closer, giving me greatly unwelcome thoughts of Pansy.

“And,” I continued, not wanting her to make any hasty decisions,

I don’t want you to want me
Cause I’ll hurt you in the end
I don’t need you to need me
Tonight I’ll hold you tight
But I won’t come back again

“I’m in this completely for the pleasure – ”

“As am I,” she assured me, her hand fluttering around on my chest. The thought that she would only be in this for the pleasure had never crossed my mind. This new Granger was full of nice – and naughty – surprises. The idea that she could be like this was indeed a turn on.

At a loss for words, I brought myself down and started to kiss her along the line of her soft jaw. A light moan escaped her lips that only drove me madder. As my lips caressed hers, my hands promptly made their way to her shirt. Slipping one hand on the back of her now arched body, I made my way to her bra. The other hand had also found its way to her bra, slipping under the padded material to cup the fleshy skin beneath, giving it a little squeeze. With a quick tug of my fingers, her bra came undone and she promptly slipped out of it. I could feel the weight of her breasts fall onto my other hand, the one tracing circles around her nipples. I removed both hands from her blouse and went for the buttons instead. A light kiss and a button flew off. Another kiss; Another button. We repeat this process until the buttons have opened up the cloth enough to reveal her plump chest.

I cup one full breast with both hands and appraise it with my mouth. Clamping down squarely on her pinkish-brown nipple, I swish my tongue over the erect little bump. I give it a playful bite and feel Granger contract and writhe under my touch. Smiling against her skin, I lick and flick my tongue, not bothering to hold back my saliva, adding the juice along to my tease. I leave a trail of kisses along the curve of the skin, letting my tongue hang out to taste her. After another moan from her, I move to her other supple breast and repeat the process, swishing, flicking, licking, and smothering.

Her hands entwine themselves in my hair, pulling and tugging when I’ve touched a nerve – a sensuous nerve. Another moan escapes from her and suddenly she decides to take control. Granger made a move that flipped me over, so that she was on top now. She rested her legs on either side of my torso, her skirt bunching up around her hips, and began to move up and down on my abdomen. She quickly picks up the pace, so that when she lifts herself off me, she’s still touching me, just barely, and when she presses down, her body seems to dig into me. Her dark curls and firm breasts were bouncing up and down in rhythm with her rapid humping. My hardness was throbbing painfully against its caging of cloth, our breaths quickening with each press Granger made. I knew I would be reaching my peak very soon. Granger very suddenly turned around. I had my head thrown back on the pillow, not able to support its weight, and couldn’t see what she was up to.

But I could feel it.

Granger moved her nimble hand and I felt the slightest pressures here and there. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The next thing I felt was her fingers wriggling their way through my boxers, and closing around my shaft.

“Ooh, Malfoy’s a big boy,” she appraised, her fingers brushing over me, swirling the precome at the tip of my head. Granger bent over, shoving her delicious ass in front of my face, and I felt something wet slide across me. Her fingers were tickling the base of my penis and walking along the thin skin of my balls while her warm saliva was slowly falling over my genitals, exposed to the colder air of the room. Her hands then proceeded to move up and down on my shaft, the saliva trailing along. Faster and faster she moved until the pressure inside me, built up like a magma, finally exploded in volcanic fashion as I released. I did not realize that I was holding my breath and my muscles were tense until I relaxed, feeling my seed spread over me, calming me in a sense.

Granger turned around again, her face bearing a frown. “You should put on a condom,” she told me in her know-it-all voice.

“Why?” I replied, my familiar smirk appearing on my lips. “It isn’t time for that yet.”

“Oh really?” she asked, lowering her chest onto mine, her breasts spreading out over my shirt. Damn shirt, I thought. “Hmhmmm,” I laughed, “My turn.”

Tossing her over in the same fashion she had done to me, I scooted down until I rested inbetween her thighs. I slipped one knee-length sock off her long legs after the other and slid her out of her gray-blue skirt. The site appealed to me. Hermione Granger, hair mussed and still beautiful, breasts slipping out of a powder blue blouse that covered her yet-to-be-seen navel, with slender, pale legs branching out of a black thong. I never thought Granger could even own lingerie of this caliber – let alone wear it!

Stay with me tonight
This only night
Don’t forget you know

I put my fascination aside and got to work, summoning lemons, ice and blindfolds.

“Malfoy,” Granger looked up at me, lying lazily on the velvet. “What do you plan to do exactly?”

“I’d show you,” I start, “But that’d ruin everything.”

Her eyes were befuddled before I placed the blindfold over them. With a simple binding spell, I bound her hands to the metal bars of the head board. I unbuttoned the last two buttons on her shirt, leaving the blouse clinging together by only a single button. I pulled the fabric away to admire her taught stomach. “Good. You’re an inny.”

“What the hell Malfoy?”

“Shhh.” I press a finger to her rose bud lips.

I cut the lemon in half, than in quarters. I take one piece and wring out the juice into her belly button. She squirmed as soon as the liquid hit her, causing it to create a stream down her side. “Don’t move,” I tell her as I lick the stray juice away.  Squeeze more juice into her navel until it’s full with the acidic liquid. “Open your mouth,” I command. She obeys, parting her lips slightly. “Now, I’m gonna pour the juice into your mouth. Don’t swallow, just hold it there.” She nods to show understanding. I take another quarter and wring it into her open mouth. Her face contracts at the sour taste, but she doesn’t swallow nor move. I empty the third quarter into her mouth, than begin. I place a circle of kisses around her navel, than draw a ring around it with my tongue. Then I lap up the juice within her belly button, relishing in the sour-bitter taste. I move up, trailing kisses all along her skin, until I reach her mouth. Just as I had done to her stomach, I kissed a circle, licked a circle, and sucked all the juice from every crevice of her mouth.

She let out a “Mmm” as I broke apart, reaching for the last button. With a snap it came off and I helped her out of her blouse. Then I dipped my hand in the dish the ice was in. Picking up a melting cube, I traced her lips with it, hovering it just above the part in her mouth, waiting for her tongue to feel it. She realized what she had to do and licked the ice cube, making sure to touch the fingers holding it as well. In turn, I, too, licked the cube before placing it against her skin once more. I drew wet lines along her cheeks and jaw, watching as her skin prickled in goosebumps. I moved the cube down her throat and made curvy zig zags on her chest. I traced one nipple, which instantly became erect under the cool touch, and followed the curve of her breast. I did this to the other breast as well, reveling in her wondrous moans. I let the piece of ice fall down into the valley between her breasts before moving it down the center of her stomach. I traced her navel, than licked the ice, tasting Granger as well as lemon. I smirked, even though she could not see, as I removed her panties and pushed my ice further down her body. I stopped for a moment to admire her. So she’s still a virgin, I smiled at myself. She was already wet enough for me to take her right now, but I could still make her wetter. 

I shifted the ice around the inside of her thighs. I slowly made my way closer to the source of her heat. I placed it lightly on the inside of her lips, then tapped her clit softly a few times. Her legs scrunched up in pleasure and I smirked again. I moved the cube to her opening, circling her inner lips and making sure to press lightly against the folds of her skin. Moans came from her mouth. You ain’t seen nothing yet, Granger. I smelled her love juices, a unique odor that made my hormones go wild. I licked the cube, wanting to taste her. The ice had nulled my taste buds, so all I could distinguish was that she tasted salty... with a hint of sweetness behind it. I lightly tapped her clit with the ice again, I moved my tongue, cold from the ice, against the folds of her skin, and gently slid one finger – then two – into her. I moved slowly, knowing she was still a virgin and very tight. I curled my fingers upwards, finding her g-spot and trying to stimulate it. Her breaths grew erratic and her legs twisted and turned in pleasure and I continued to work on her. I removed the ice, so the fold of skin wouldn’t become numb, and warmed her up again with my tongue. Sure enough the moans erupted from her mouth and I knew I had achieved my goal. I slowly removed my fingers from inside of her and held them above mouth. “Do you want to taste yourself?” She nodded – despite herself, I’m sure. Her tongue slowly crept out of her mouth and made contact with my fingers, lapping up her own juices. I joined her, our tongues touching every now and then.

Ok, that’s it. I’m taking her right here, right now. And with that, I removed her blindfold and binds.

Her arms immediately reached out for me, undressing me, pressing be close.

Guilt came to me again. No - not guilt. But a strange feeling of wrongness. She shouldn’t want me like this. I’ll only end up hurting her… and for some odd reason, I can’t bare to see her hurt.

I don’t want you to want me
Cause I’ll hurt you in the end
I don’t need you to need me
Tonight I’ll hold you tight
But I won’t come back again

Come back again…

“Draco,” she said, using my first name for the first time ever, her needy voice making it sound so sensual, “Take me, Draco, take me.”

Was it a demand? Either way, we both wanted it, and I was more than willing to deliver.

I slowly lowered myself into her, first pressing the tip of my head against her opening, than gradually pushing my way through. She was very wet and I slid in easily. Wow, she’s tight – whether that’s her muscles constricting or how tight she really was, I don’t know. I picked up my pace, going in and out, pushing harder and harder. Her breathing became erratic once more. I grabbed her knees to help me push in deeper, but it never seemed to be deep enough. I could feel myself, quickly coming to my peak. The bed squeaked in harmony with my strokes, Granger moaned between gasps. Then I felt an explosion of electricity jolt from my penis and into her. As my seed spread deeper than I could travel, the calming sensation came over me again. I kissed her neck, biting, our breathing becoming progressively stable once more. Her muscles loosened and I extricated myself from her slowly. She was swollen and red, a small trickle of blood that would stain the sheets trickled down her thighs and was smeared on my shaft.

I laid down beside her, my fingers mindlessly twirling in a lock of curls, her fingers dancing on my chest.

I don’t need you to need me
Tonight I’ll hold you tight--

I woke up the next morning in a tangle of scarlet sheets. For a second, I thought I was in one of the Gryffindor dorms. Than I realized the mass of dark hair beside me and the events of the previous night flooded my mind.

--But I won't come back again