Short, smutty 3-shot with very little plot lol.

I hope you all enjoy.

"Well I certainly never expected to see you here."

Hermione's eyes widened from her spot on the chaise, suddenly feeling far more exposed in her little black dress than she had a few moments ago.

This had seemed like a great idea in theory - and it could have even been a great idea under many other circumstances.

This circumstance though, was so far from okay in her mind. Never in a million years would she have imagined seeing Draco Malfoy again, let alone here.

"Cat got your tongue, Granger?" he asked with a smirk, closing the door behind him as he looked around the room in appraisal.

It wasn't really much to look at, though the furniture was decadent. There was the chaise that she sat on and a large four poster bed nearly in the center of the room donned in silk sheets.

"I should go." she whispered, staring at her shoes - incredibly impractical six inch, red, fuck-me pumps that she'd donned specifically for the occasion.

She was going to hex the Weasley twins in the morning. A great big stinging hex to the balls. This was their fault.

"Why?" he asked, eyebrow arched as he leaned against one of the bed posts and crossed his arms.

Hermione looked to him, eyes wide as she said, "Why? Because it's me."

He said nothing, his eyes trailing over her body in a slow appreciation that was impossible to miss.

It made her core clench in want. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at her like that.

She cleared her throat, standing from the couch and tugging the hem of her skirt down self-consciously, "I'll change the rune on the door so they know this room's still available."

He stepped to the side, blocking her path to the exit as he asked, "Why would you do that, Granger? I thought you came here to let loose? Three nights of getting all those...kinks worked out."

Her cheeks flushed at his words, but she managed to respond without sounding too breathless, "Are you honestly suggesting I stay here? That we...we..."

"Fuck." he supplied, that same Slytherin smirk she remembered from years ago easily sliding onto his face, "That's exactly what I'm suggesting."

"What?" she asked, shaking her head in confusion.

"The set up is simple, Granger. Three nights of you getting whatever you want - and since we're both here, it's obvious we have similar tastes." he said, still smirking, "If you don't enjoy yourself, you don't have to finish the other two days."

"Why would you be willing to do this?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his.

He rolled his eyes, stepping into her personal space as he tilted her face up to meet his gaze, "Do you find me attractive?"

"You know you're attractive, Malfoy." she snapped, not moving away from his touch.

"There's that feisty little Gryffindor lioness." he murmured, smirk still firmly in place as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her flush against his body, "But I won't ask again."

She hated herself for how desperately she wanted him in that moment. No one had ever dared grab her like this. It was exhilarating and infuriating at the same time.

She wanted more.

"Yes, I find you attractive."

His smirk only widened at her admission before he said, "Good. Then I don't see the problem."

Without waiting for a response from her he leaned down, slanting his mouth over hers as he controlled the pace of their kiss with his hand in her hair.

At her surprised gasp he wasted no time slipping his tongue into her mouth, sensually stroking her own as his free hand went to her hip, digging into the soft material of her dress.

She wanted to ask him if he found her attractive, but she already knew the answer by the way he was utterly devouring her. It would've been stupid to ask and would've broken the kiss - which was the last thing she wanted.

He kissed her as though he wanted to dominate her. Own her.

And she'd never been kissed like that before - like he needed her to survive. Like he was thinking of nothing but her.

She was drunk on it.

He pulled her hair, tilting her head back to expose the smooth column of her throat to him so that he could pepper bruising kisses and bites to the sensitive skin - and she couldn't have contained her breathy moan if she tried.

"Fuck, I love that sound." he groaned, dragging his teeth over her shoulder before claiming her lips in another brutal kiss.

Her hands went to his hair, matching his passion equally, and he could've sighed in relief had she not been taking every ounce of oxygen he had.

He pushed her toward the bed, a surprised gasp leaving her mouth as her knees hit the edge of it and she fell back, her hair splayed around her like a halo as she watched him.

"So what brought you here, Granger?" he asked, undoing the buttons of his shirt and revealing inch by inch of his marble chest to her.

"I don't want to be in control." she whispered, cheeks stained red at her admission.

His smirk was sinful as he said, "I think we can work that out."

After he'd dropped his shirt to the ground, his shoes, socks, and belt quickly followed before he stepped between her thighs, grabbing her hair and pulling her into a sitting position to ravage her mouth. His free hand vanished her dress, leaving her in nothing but a lacy pair of red panties, thigh high stockings, and her heels.

"Malfoy," she gasped, hands going to cover her breasts.

Before she could, he had her pushed back onto the bed, her hands either side of her head as he growled, "You're fucking gorgeous."

The hushed words had heat pooling in her core, and the way he was looking at her did little to quell the fire that was building inside of her.

Keeping her wrists pinned he began trailing sloppy kisses down her neck to her breasts, kissing and nipping her flesh but entirely avoiding her nipples - driving her absolutely crazy.

"Please," she whispered, back arching as she pressed her chest closer to his mouth.

She could feel his smirk against her skin, but he did as she asked, taking one rosy bud into his mouth, his tongue rolling over her nipple as he ground his cock against her, the friction delicious.

After he'd teased both her breasts he slowly kissed his way down her stomach, eyes holding hers as he said, "If you move your hands, I'll tie them there."

She opened her mouth, response poised on the tip of her tongue, but he chose that moment to bring his mouth to her core, a strangled whine leaving her lips in lieu of words.

"Malfoy, please," she begged, back arching from the bed, "Please, please, please,"

He growled, yanking her panties from her and burying his face in her dripping cunt.

The abrupt action drew a squeal from her, fingers digging into the silk sheets as she tried not to buck up against his mouth - it just felt so bloody good.

His hands were pressing her thighs into the mattress, his tongue alternating a maddening pattern between fucking her and flicking over her clit, occasionally even stroking over her puckered hole - and when she didn't protest he couldn't help the deep groan that left him.

"You're fucking perfect." he muttered, slipping first one, then two fingers into her already clenching core.

Hermione's breathing was coming in gasps, her legs beginning to shake as he hit that perfect spot over and over again with his fingers, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat as he looked down at her.

"That's a good girl," he said, watching her body tense beneath his hands as he choked her just a little harder, "Come on my fingers, Granger."

And suddenly she was, back arching from the bed as sparks raced down her spine, tingling her fingers and toes as her mouth opened on a silent scream.

He slammed his lips against hers, stealing what little breath she had left as he freed his cock, grinding along her dripping pussy and gathering her wetness.

He hadn't noticed when her hands went to his hair, and honestly he couldn't be asked to give a shite.

She was bloody fantastic.

And there would hopefully be two other nights where he could tie her up and truly have his way with her.

"Fuck me, Malfoy." she said, a coy smile on her face as she pressed herself tighter against him.

"I thought you were doing this to let go of control?" he asked, smirking.

"Oh shut up." she said, rolling her eyes as she tried not to groan in frustration.

She wanted him inside her immediately.

"Beg." he murmured against her ear, "Beg like a good little girl who wants my cock."

His words were filthy, and after years of having lovers treat her like some fragile, breakable thing, it was a relief.

And a massive turn on.

"Please," she whispered, fingers lightly tugging his hair as he ground against her, "Please, please fuck me, Malfoy."

And then he was positioning himself at her dripping entrance, focused on her face as her eyes fluttered shut.

"Look at me." he said, and the second she did he pushed inside her.

She gasped, her hands in his hair tightening as he claimed her lips in a kiss, taking her moans for himself as he began deep, slow thrusts.

"You're so fucking tight." he groaned, resting his head in the crook of her neck as he picked up his pace, his hips slamming against her own.

"Oh gods," she moaned, the tension in her stomach increasing so rapidly that it stole her breath, "Fuck, Malfoy, you're going to make me come."

He pushed himself up onto his hands, smirking down at her as he said, "I know. I can feel your cunt squeezing me already."

She moaned, her back arching as fire raced through her veins, her orgasm stealing her sanity as she writhed against him, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck yes." he hissed, fucking her through it before pulling out and flipping her over.

He slapped her arse twice, her sharp gasps music to his ears as he slid back into her.

"Your arse is fucking perfect." he growled, landing another slap to her left cheek before grabbing her hips and fucking her in earnest.

"Oh my gods!" she shrieked, burying her face in the pillow as he absolutely wrecked her.

The combination of the slight stinging of her arse and the perfect way he fucked her, hitting her g-spot on every thrust, was shoving her toward another orgasm faster than she thought possible.

Her muffled moans just wouldn't do for him, so he grabbed her hair, yanking her up so that her back was beautifully arched, and he could hear every curse that fell from her pouty lips.

"Give it to me, Granger." he growled, free hand sliding around to stroke her clit. "Come on my cock like a good girl."

She choked out a moan, her body shaking as she shattered around him again, fingers digging into the silk sheets of the bed as he groaned behind her.

"Fuck," he panted, pulling out of her and immediately burying his face in her cunt, relishing in the way she shook against him.

"Malfoy, fuck, I can't -" her words died on her lips as he sucked her clit into his mouth, tongue rapidly flicking over the swollen nub and forcing another orgasm from her.

Before she could catch her breath, he was pushing back into her, one hand wrapping around her throat as he resumed his brutal pace. She could feel tears starting to track down her face at how utterly overwhelming the entire thing was.

But gods did she love it.

The way he completely dominated her body, took what he wanted and gave her everything in return - it was quite literally orgasmic.

Draco pulled her up, her back flush against his chest as he moved his free hand to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples as he groaned against her ear.

She had one of her hands tangled in his hair, the other over his own on her throat as she began begging.

"Please, Malfoy - fuck - please come."

His chuckle was raspy as he said, "Not until I feel you coming on my cock again."

She shook her head, tears hot on her cheeks as she gasped, "I can't."

He pushed her forward, easily flipping her onto her back before sliding into her, the slick sounds of their coupling driving him mad.

"You can, because I say you can." he growled, capturing her lips in a kiss as he slipped a hand between them to feverishly stroke her clit in time with his thrusts.

It didn't take long, her nails digging into his back as she threw her head back, the loudest moan yet leaving her mouth as he utterly shattered her.

"Fucking hell." he hissed, his thrusts stuttering as he came inside her, his face buried in her neck.

The room was silent aside from their labored breathing, heartbeats thundering against their chests as they tried to regain their composure.

Draco was the first to move, lifting himself off her with a groan. He couldn't help the satisfied smirk that crossed his lips when he looked at her.

Her hair was a wild mess from his hands pulling at it, her cheeks stained with her tears, makeup utterly destroyed.

"You alright, Granger?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

She opened her eyes, a breathless laugh leaving her red lips as she said, "I'm bloody great."

"So I'll see you tomorrow night, then?" he asked, sliding from the bed to redress.

She was staring up at the ceiling, a million thoughts running through her mind as she tried to work out what she wanted to say.

Of course she wanted to come back, and he seemed to want the same, but that annoying logical part of her brain couldn't help nagging her that this wasn't a good idea.

She sat up, surprised to find that he was standing at her side of the bed watching her.

"Don't overthink this, Granger." he murmured, stepping forward to lightly slide a hand into her hair, an odd juxtaposition to the rough way in which he'd claimed her earlier. "Say you'll come back."

She wasn't sure what she saw in his eyes, but the tone of his voice belied a longing he probably hadn't wanted her to hear.

"Okay," she said softly, "Tomorrow."

His smile was small - but it was a smile and not a smirk - and the sight made her stomach flip.

He pressed a light kiss to her lips before standing up, "Until next time, little lion."