"I swear, Granger, if this is some sort of trick, th-"

"It's not a trick, Malfoy," I replied curtly.

He glared at me, or rather, through me. The boy I knew in high school much resembled the man standing in front of me now. His demeanor, though, gave off an entirely different feeling. His stance, his attitude, all radiated anger and pain. He was troubled. And insane. Clearly.

"Well?" he asked, his eye boring into mine.

"Oh, yeah, well," I said, "I'm.. I'm going to take a shower. I'll.. I'll be back."

I hesitated for a moment, concerned he'd take something, until I was reminded of his immense fortune and forced myself to forget the thought. My nerves raced as I felt him watching me as I walked up the stairs in a slow and steady pace.

"I must be out of my mind," I muttered to myself as I turned into my room and shut the door closed.

I was, definitely. Stress and havoc bring a person to make certain decisions, whether or not their sensible or rational. It's important to point out that in this case, I'm anything but rational.

I was in fact, pulling at the last strings of home that were being retrieved. What had happened? Indeed. What had happened.

I moved out of the office, trying to run my schedule through my head. The Department of Magical Creatures had certainly proven itself worth the effort it required, but nonetheless, it was stressful. Stressful. I walked through the large hallway, empty at this time, fireplaces lining the walls. I didn't bother bringing my wand; the third fireplace in takes me to a remote fireplace in an abandoned house, right down the block from my house. It was a nice day, and I enjoyed the idea of a walk.

When I arrived at the abandoned house, and snuck out the side and onto the road, the last thing I had expected was to see someone I knew.

But I didn't see them until I had walked a few moments, and was pulled into an alley way.

I felt the hand grip mine before I had any knowledge of what was happening. I let out a squeal, and a hand quickly covered my mouth.

"Move, breath or speak too loudly, you're dead, got it?"

The voice was so familiar, so distinct. But I couldn't, for the life of me, name him.

His hand moved off of my mouth, and I didn't know what to expect. Rough hands grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into a wall. I cried out in pain, and he hit me on the head. His hands move from my shoulders, almost patting me down, looking.

"No wand, eh?" he asked me. "That's not very smart of you, Granger."

Granger?

I spluttered words and he shoved me harder into the wall. His hands lost their searching touch, and instead, began to press into my body. I felt his hips against mine, keeping me still as he ran his fingers over my curves. I cried out and tried to fight against him.

He clicked his tongue and grinded what was now a prominent erection into my hip.

"Please," I mumbled softly.

"Be a good girl," he tells me.

"Stop, please, I'll- I'll do something."

My mind raced. Every option formed in my head, and I couldn't comprehend the situation.

"Do what, Granger? Scream? I'll apparate you. Right now. Into the middle of nowhere. And we can do it there, instead."

"No," I gasped.

The idea of being stranded? No.

I could feel his grin.

"Then be a good girl."

"No. Wait. Please. Stop. For one second. I'm begging you. Wait."

"Wait for what, Granger? A speech about how I'm better than this? How it's not worth it?"

"Waait," I wailed, fighting against the wall, "I'll.. I'll help you!"

He chuckled.

"Help me what? You're offering me salvation?"

He laughed again.

"No, I mean. It'll be easier for you. Probably better, if it's, you know, consensual."

The moment the words left my mouth, he froze. His hands stopped their rough trail, and after a minute, he let off, and turned me around.

I met Draco Malfoys wary eyes and he glared down at me in suspicion.

"What are you playing at?"

"No playing," I said, "I mean. I'd rather have sex with you than be raped by you."

His mind processed this in slow time, his hands never leaving my shoulders. Plans formed in my head.

"My house is just a few metres away. We can go there."

Again, he stared at me.

With a step and a shove, I started walking towards my home.

I sighed and pulled my shirt off. I knew he wouldn't wait very long. He's not patient, after all.

I stepped into the running water, and sighed again as the hot water hit my face. I twitched, however, when I heard footsteps outside.

I realized I hadn't closed the shower curtain, and the door swung right open.

"Malfoy," screeched, pulling it closed.

"Granger," he replied curtly.

"I- Can't you wait? I wanted to have a shower!"

"So do I," he said, and suddenly ripped the curtain away from the shower.

He undressed in seconds, and I turned towards the tiles, unable to accept that Draco Malfoy was getting in my shower. With me.

I felt the air warm for a moment, and I knew he was right behind me.

"Turn around, Granger," he told me.

I took in a deep breath, coming to terms with my lack of escape plans.

I slowly turned, and was shocked to find a very fit Draco Malfoy, standing less than an inch away. His prominent member pressed against me for a moment, and I leaned away.

"Consensual, huh?" he smirked, "right."

He rolled his eyes for a moment, and I felt the challenge build inside me. He was saying I was a liar. Of course, I didn't want to. But I felt the need to prove him wrong.

Suddenly, I pushed against him, and brought my arms around his neck. He shifted in surprise, but his hands soon clasped onto my waist, and his lips pressed against mine.

I closed my eyes as his hands slid around my bare back, tracing lighter patterns. His actions slowed in roughness and became gentle.

He turned me to the tiles, and pressed my back against them. I shivered, the tiles too cold, and my back arched into him.

He groaned in response, and his hands travelled to my breasts. I moaned softly, unable to resist the hottest situation I'd ever been in. I felt our bodies being poured with water, and one of his hands tangled in my hair. He pressed me closer and I moaned.

"Fuck," he breathed.

His lips travelled down onto my neck, where he licked and bit. My entire body tingled with adrenaline as his hand slid down to my ass. He lifted my hip up, and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He ground into me, and I let out a moan.

I pulled his head back, and forced his lips onto mine. He bucked against me in response, and pushed me closer into the wall. My spine protested, so I arched into him again.

He moved his member against my slit, and I moaned.

"Please," I murmured, my hands slipping into his hair.

"Please what?" he asked, moving it over me again.

"Pleease," I whined.

"You'll have to be more specific, Granger," he breathed.

"Fuck me, Malfoy," I spoke clearly, "please. Fuck me."

That was all he needed. He slammed into me, and I was jerked into the wall. I let out a moan, and he groaned loudly. Both his hands grasped onto my hips, and he began thrusting. He started slow, his thrusts lengthy and routine.

"Oh, Merlin," I sighed.

He groaned in response, and dug his forehead into my neck. I started rolling my hips against his thrusts.

"Fucking hell, Granger," he grunted.

"W-what?" I said, confused.

My mind was blurry and misty, unable to comprehend anything but pleasure.

The water began to run cold, and one of his hands released me for a moment, turning up the hot water. Steam, again, ran through the shower, and the air fogged up. I pulled his lips against mine for a moment, and kissed down his chin. He groaned, and his thrusts increased in speed.

"I'm going to-" I gasped, "I'm-"

I couldn't finish my sentence. I cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders. He slammed into me widly. I felt him shoot into me and he groaned loudly. My hips bucked under his final thrust.

We stood there for a few moments, out of breath. He released my hips, and I lowered my legs. My hips ached in protest, and I tried to stand. I stumbled on the shower tiles, and I felt his hands catch my arm to steady me.

I looked up at him, and he stared down at me. He stepped closer, and leaned down, catching my lips in his for a moment. He pulled back, and stepped out of the shower. He looked around, grabbed a towel, and began to get dressed.

I stood in the shower awkwardly, watching him. He met my eyes as he pulled on his shirt.

"Thanks," he said with a smirk, and walked out of the bathroom door, shutting it behind him.