Blaise had outdone himself.

Truly.

As Birthday presents went, Draco doubted he would ever have this one topped. They say life started at Forty. He was about to start it with a bang.

Literally.

"Behave while you're in there." Blaise told him matter of factly, passing him a gold-plated invitation card. He smirked devilishly. "I'd hate to think you couldn't control yourself and ruin both your reputation and my own."

Draco scoffed. "Hardly, mate...I'll be nothing but a gentleman."

Blaise shook his head. "Exactly what I was afraid of, Draco." He walked towards the doorway, his cloak wafting behind him. "The whole point of 'Bon Appetite' is to let yourself go ... I've signed you up for the 'Blackout Room' treatment...'"his eyes glittered mischievously. "I think you'll find it's to your...tastes."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Blaise, I've not had sex in a long time ... even I don't know what my tastes are anymore."

Blaise gave him a saddened look. Always forgetting he had never quite moved on since Astoria. The only woman he ever mentioned or really came into contact with was Hermione Granger ...

And that was where Blaise suspected his current feelings had moved on to.

Draco glared. "This had better not be charity, Blaise ... you know how I feel-"

"It's a present, Draco. Just... have a little fun."

A smirk twitched on his lips.

He knew exactly what type of fun Draco was about to have.

Draco debated it for a while before finally making an appointment.

He went backwards and forwards about the pros and cons. He finally decided that this was something that a lot of Witches and Wizards did, they just never admitted to doing it. To fulfilling their fantasies and enjoying themselves in carnal pleasure with strangers.

As Draco found out, 'Bon Appetite' was a very expensive and exclusive VIP club for Witches and Wizards who worked within the Ministry. It was completely anonymous and the only way of ever getting a foot in the place was by being recommended by someone who was already in the club.

Every type of fetish and fantasy imaginable could be played out there, with clients signing a contract binding them to secrecy so they were never able to discuss what happened within the walls of the place.

Draco had set up his first initial appointment and signed the papers with a friendly chap called Nicholas. Afterwards he was told the specific details of the 'Blackout Room', which was the room that Blaise had paid for him.

He was specifically told that the room would be pitch black and he would see nothing. He was also told that there was to be no talking or whispering or sexual talk of any kind. This added to the secrecy of the clients who used the room, so their identity could be kept hidden and anonymous.

When Draco enquired upon the lady that would be joining him within the room, he was told that the lady would be chosen from a list of women whose specifics matched him particular tastes, and that her taste in turn would match with him.

Draco remembered filling that bit of the form in. The uncomfortable notion someone in particular popped into his head as he labelled his likes and preferences.

Brown eyes.Brown hair.Long.Curly hair, preferably.Curves.Petit frame.

He'd been thinking about her for a while, now. It had always been there in the back of his mind ... it was only now that he has started letting himself think about her properly.

If it was dark, he knew he would be able to let his imagination run completely wild ...

He'd be able to think about her and pretend it was her he was touching without the guilt.

When Draco entered the secret entrance to the club a week later, it didn't take long until a blonde with a high ponytail, who was dressed in the female version of a three-piece suit to greet him with an extended hand.

"I'm Fanella." she told him as she shook his hand. "How are you tonight?"

"Good, you?"

"Very well, thank you. Anytime you're here, I'll be your contact. If Nicholas is indisposed, you can come to me with any questions you might have. Here's my card." She handed it to him and he slipped it into his pocket.

"Shall we?" she asked, tilting her head down the hall.

He fell into step behind her, and she continued her profession spiel.

"Whenever you're scheduled for a room, I'll be here to meet you. You're not allowed to move freely in the centre of the club without an escort. It's just our rules. Understand?"

He nodded in agreement.

"All right, here we are." she said as they arrived at his room of choice. The 'Blackout Room'. "Tonight, you'll be in a bed." she said, stepping into the room. When the overhead light came on, there was a massive four-poster bed in the middle of the room.

"As neither you nor your partner had a preference, we automatically set you up with a bed. For future reference though, there's an option of using a chair." She pointed behind her. "When it's your time, you'll come in through this door and your partner will be lying in bed when you enter the room. The woman always enters first, unless otherwise requested. Do you have any questions?"

He looked around the room. Part of him wanted to know what this woman would look like. Would she have the hair like he wanted? Would she be petit with curves in all the right places? Would she be everything he wasn't allowed to have?

The other part of him was excited for the chance to be able to fuck someone any way he wanted, letting his senses take control. He'd always had his eyes to help lead the way. But tonight, it would be all about listening to her body and letting her reactions guide him.

He would be able to imagine it was her and that she really wanted him. Be able to imagine she was letting him have full control over her body, like she had wanted him all along.

He knew it was senseless and stupid, but it had been on his mind for years and it was now bubbling over to the surface. They worked in such close proximity to each other, and he knew it was wrong and that she was married, but that didn't stop his imagination running away from him whenever he saw her.

He was a sick, sick man.

"If you'll follow me back to the dressing room." Fanella said, pulling him out of his thoughts. She didn't wait for his answer before she stepped through the door. As soon as he followed, the door shut behind him.

"Please undress and stand by the door. When it's five past the hour, you may enter your room. And remember . . . no talking."

Fanella left him to contemplate what he was doing there. Questions filtered through his mind as he started taking his clothes off. It was meticulous: first his shoes, then his socks, shirt, pants, and finally his boxers. It was so robotic... it didn't quite feel real.

Was the woman on the other side having this trouble too?

By his door was a bowl full of condoms. He didn't know how many to take in with him, so he grabbed four to be safe. His dick was already twitching at the thought. The lights turned off and the digital clock above the door flashed at him, a silent indicator that his door was about to open. He stood there, poised and ready, even though he knew she wouldn't be able to see him.

The intake of breath was the first thing he could hear when his door opened. He knew she was there, lying on the pillow, naked and waiting. He imagined Granger lying there, her curls fanning out around the pillow as her naked body waited eagerly for him.

He took a step in and the door slid shut behind him. His heart pounded in his chest, pure exhilaration taking control. For the first time in his adult life, he didn't know what the fuck he was doing. He set three of the condoms near his light so he knew where to find them if he needed more.

Fuck, he hoped he would need more.

Making his way over to the bed with slow, unsure steps, he lay down next to her slowly. He rested on his side, hoping they were head to head and he was not about to caress her toes or something equally as embarrassing. He could hear her breathe deeply, and he prayed she wasn't about to panic.

Of course, his heart was beating so loud it was thrumming in his ears. Placing his hand on her skin, he immediately recognised the soft, toned curve of her stomach. He imagined Hermione Granger next to him, his hand travelling along her creamy thigh over her ribs and the undercarriage of her breasts. His fingers dipped into her belly button as he slid his hand up, making his way to her breast, her nipple puckering at the slightest of touches.

His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. Leaning forward, he squeezed her breast and pulled the taut bud between his teeth, his tongue moistening her skin. Her fingers pressed into his back and she slid a little closer.

He cursed the fact that he only had one hand free since the condom was burning a hole in his other. He imagined her face screwed up in the pleasure of having her breasts played with, her head tipped back for him to expose that gorgeous neck and collarbone of hers.

He moved his lips to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. He'd give anything to be able to hear her moan out his name. Sliding his leg between hers, she rocked her hips, rubbing her juices all over his leg. He bit back a moan at the thought of Granger moaning his name and thrusting her hips against his thigh to get herself off...

She was so fucking wet.

With just a few minutes in the room, he was already addicted. It was by far the kinkiest thing he'd ever done in his life. She pulled at his hair, arching her back as he kissed all over her chest. Each breast received more attention before he moved to her torso, pulling her forward as he rested his feet on the floor.

Feeling for the bedpost, he used it as a guide and set the condom on the floor. He wanted to be able to use both hands to make her come all over his face.

Granger coming all over your face ... screaming your name over and over.

He wanted to taste her; to have her scent embedded in his mind. Parting her knees, he held her legs up and placed them over his shoulders. His nose parted her lips as he blew hot air across her opening.

She jumped slightly and emitted the faintest of sounds. He wanted to hear her scream, to hear pleas for him to fuck her. He wanted to hear Hermione Granger begging him to fuck her.

Scream for me, love ... I want to hear you pant and moan... hear my name on your lips ...

This no talking rule was fucking stupid.

He stroked his cock, giving it a little attention, but he was past ready to play. Driving his finger into her tight heat, he sucked on her clit. She squirmed and he took that as encouragement.

He wondered if Grangers cunt tasted as good as this ... if he could male her give out little mewls like his partner was doing right now ...

Pushing two fingers inside, she rocked against his face, almost driving him over the edge with her mewling again. Adding another finger, he twisted them around, massaging her G-spot. His cock dripped with pre-cum, desperate for the moment it would get to be inside her tight walls.

She panted and groaned as her legs tightened around his head. Moving his tongue quickly over her bud, she quivered and arched her back.

Visions of Granger with her head thrown back assaulted his senses while he finger fucked her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Fuck ... this was going to be the fucking death of him.

She was ready.

Pulling his fingers out of her tight, hot core, he sat back and sucked them off before he picked the condom up and ripped the packet open with his teeth. Pushing into her slowly, it took three tries before he was balls deep.

Balls deep inside Hermione Granger, feeling her nails clawing at his back and begging him to move ... go faster and harder and slam into her over and over again. Begging ... always begging.

He let out a rattling moan.

Fuck me...

Her pussy was perfect for his cock, fitting like a glove. He must've stilled for a while because she started rocking her hips, creating the friction both of them needed.

He grabbed her knees and used them to move her over his cock hard and fast, pushing her back and forth on the silk sheets.

Their skin slapped against each other and the sweet smell of sex filled the room.

Her hands pulled on his arms, bringing him forward. Before he could continue, she scrambled up the bed, making him go with her as they were still joined at their cores.

Fuck yeah...

She wanted to feel him on top of her. His dick guided him to where he needed to be. He pulled out, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit, before he thrust in again, and this time, she pulled him down, chest to chest.

She searched for his mouth and he give it to her, shoving his tongue inside.

She tasted sweet. She smelled familiar like exotic fruits ... she was intoxicating. He couldn't get enough of her. The Hermione in his head was scorching him from the inside out ... he was a lost man.

He gripped the edge of the bed with one hand while the other was fisted in her thick, long, curly hair. It felt soft as he gripped it.

His senses were on overload as he imagined Granger meeting his hips thrust for thrust, her hands on his arse as she guided him into her quicker. Panting and thrashing beneath him as her own pleasure took over.

This was it. This was the closest he would ever get to her. The feeling was indescribable.

They moved at a steady pace as the tongue fucked, swallowing each other's moans. Her fingers dug into his back again, while her legs tightened around his waist, keeping him locked in position. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and slickened their connection as they met her skin.

Grabbing her arse from underneath, he flipped them over so she was on top, and they were sitting on the edge of the bed. Her sweet pussy tightened as she rode his cock. He bit her nipples and sucked on them hard, earning a strangled cry from between her lips. It about made him lose his shit.

He wished he could see her. She Granger riding his cock above him, slamming down on it and filling herself up with it.

Panting and screaming his name with every descent of her hips.

Sweet torture.

She reached down and caressed his balls with her hand, sending him into a frenzy. But he refused to come before her. No fucking way, not their first time. He sought out her clit and massaged it, feeling the instant her walls tightened.

She let out a low moan in her throat that he fucking loved the sound of. Imagined Hermione Granger losing control on top of him.

Holding her waist, he slammed her down on him, thrusting his hips up. He wanted her to come all over his cock. Her hands dug into his sides and he pulled her close, holding the back of her head still so he didn't hurt her as his hips pounded away.

Come for me, Granger...Come all over my cock ...I know you want to scream for me, love ... do it ...

He felt her tremble.

Finally, she screamed for him. A Sweet sound that he would imagine Granger would make in the throes of passion. Her orgasm took over, milking him to completion.

His back arched involuntarily at the images he had given into in his mind and he bit his lip as a name escaped his lips before he could stop it.

"Granger ..."

He tried to control his laboured breathing as his came down from his high, kept hold of the toned thighs that were sat on his lap. But before he could reach for her to physically check if she was okay, she was off the bed, running and pressing her red button.

What the fuck just happened?

He wanted to go to her, but she was out of the door before he could even get off the bed. He just saw the whisper of her tell-tale long, curly hair lightened by the red light outside of the door as she left.

It made him wonder for a second if ...

No.

No, it couldn't possibly be...

But surely the woman had found it as alluring and exciting as he had? Surely, she felt the same way he did?

That was the best fucking sex he'd ever had in his life.

Whoever that woman was, he was going to make sure he had her again.