Prologue

Hermione scooted from her lover, breathless and landed back on the mattress, face down, with a soft thunk. They were never cuddly after sex – that would just be too much for the friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached, fuck-buddy situation they had happening. And even if they would both be interested in post coital comfort and snuggling for each of these two it would just seem wrong to do so with each other.

"Damn, Granger. You never cease to me amaze me." Draco responded, equally breathless.

"Not so bad yourself there, Malfoy. I love getting you to breakout of all that holier-than-thou etiquette and good breeding. It's good for your soul. And sexy as hell."

"And I love that you make me feel like that ridiculous nickname I had in school."

"Ferret?" She asked, teasingly.

He slapped her exposed arse in retaliation for the old jibe but all it got from her was a giggle.

"No." He responded poutily but then grinned like a Cheshire cat… "The Slytherin Sex God."

"Well you might have earned that title now but I'm assuming at sixteen and with certain pressures you were under which will remain nameless, you hadn't earned it back then."

"I suppose you have a point." He grumbled.

"I usually do. Now, I wanted to ask you… where did you learn to do that thing with your tongue? I thought I was going to literally explode when you did that."

"Can't tell you that… Malfoy family secret. Sorry!" He stated, not seeing very sorry at all.

"Oh my God, please don't tell me you learned that from your father."

"Well, not exactly… it's in the family-. Oh no you don't. I'm not telling you."

She smirked, and then pouted.

"Let's just say it's passed down as a way to get a reluctant witch who is being forced into an arranged marriage to melt into acceptance for her betrothed."

"Oh charming… although I can see the appeal. If I didn't actually know you were a git, something like that might turn my head for five minutes."

"Five whole minutes… not a chance. If it wasn't for the magic that prevents me marrying anyone but a pureblood, I could have you at ceremonial altar, saying 'I do' before could even look at someone else."

"Keep telling yourself that Malfoy. And whilst I think it's awful that your family magic limits who you can marry to just purebloods, even if that wasn't the case, I think our time might be done. I had a date last week… and it went really… well."

"Ooooo, so is that why you came to me all hot and bothered on Friday? Not willing to give in to the new chap too soon but needing to get your freak on with your local neighbourhood 'Sex God'? That's not very ethical of you Granger."

"I never should have introduced you to comic book movies… and as for my ethics, I completely blame the bad influence of the Slytherin Sex God, I've been shagging."

Draco grinned proudly both because he'd got under her skin with a Spiderman reference and that she'd finally agreed he was a Sex God. She had blatantly refused to for the last six years of this arrangement.

"So who's the lucky son of a banshee that gets to call you fuck you and call you his girlfriend?" He asked, suddenly curious.

"Charlie Weasley." She told him rather proudly.

"Finally decided to give another ginger a go? What's Weaselbee gonna think of you fucking his big brother?"

"I doubt he'll care. He's still fucking his way through all the war-hero fangirls."

"Yeah but still…. Wasn't he quite jealous even in school? I can't imagine it will be easier just because it's his brother. In fact I imagine it would be worse. Even I'd be put out if you started fucking someone I was related to."

"Well, he didn't care when he walked in and found me the filling in a twin sandwich two years ago."

Draco's eyes promptly and comically almost popped out his head as if he were a cartoon.

"What…? You were with that Greengrass girl and I'd just broken up with Viktor… again. I needed comforting. They knew I just wanted a bit of fun and as 'fun' is practically their middle names, they obliged."

She was getting a bit irate now. He hadn't really meant anything by it and deep down she knew that but she was still getting up and dressed.

"Okay, okay… no need to get defensive." He attempted to placate.

"And as for the idea of fucking someone in your family… aren't all the purebloods linked in some way by blood or marriage…? So technically, I already have. Unless you meant your immediate family which would mean your father and as much as I find the blonde hair and the broad shoulders of the Malfoy men rather attractive, given the past, I'm going to have to say that that will never happen."

She watched as he wrinkled his nose as if picturing her bouncing on his father's balls. 'Serves him right,' she thought, supressing a shudder at the very idea.

"Well, I better be off. I have a meeting at 11 and really should get home. Shower and change, you know, so I don't meet with Kingsley smelling of sex with a Malfoy."

"Ha-fucking-ha. I should release a cologne… Eau de Slytherin Sex God. What do you think?"

"You're a prat." She said and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Oooo, harsh Granger." He said, sounding wounded as he brought a hand to his naked chest. "Kiss to the cheek… you must really like this one."

"You were amazing… as always," she leaned in and kissed his lips chastely, "…But yes, I do."

With those parting words, she waltzed out of his room, out of the Manor and towards a very dragon-centric life with Charlie Weasley.