Hermione couldn't believe herself as she walked down the corridor toward the empty classroom they had agreed upon. Every step she took, she cursed herself, but she didn't turn back, she didn't even hesitate. How had it come to this, how could she let herself say yes to him again, how could she be going back to him? As soon as she thought about him, a heat flared up between her legs and answered the question.

She wrapped her cloak around herself tighter and walked faster. The door was open, he was already inside.

"Granger," he said in a low vibrating voice as she entered and shut the door behind her. He was leaning against the desk at the head of the classroom, blonde hair illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window.

"Keep my name out of your fucking mouth," she said dropping her cloak as she walked towards him. He smirked at her again. She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, then unclasped her bra and took her hair out of the ponytail it was in. He saw what she was doing and followed her lead so that by the time she had reached him he had pulled his shirt off too. Their bare chests met and a spark like electricity lit up their skin. Draco's mouth found hers immediately, his hands cupped her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around him and let herself be carried to the desk where he laid her on her back and pulled off her skirt and panties.

He kissed her fiercely, tugging at her lips with his teeth, grabbing her arms and holding them over her head as he bit at her neck. She moaned loudly, the heat between her thighs growing. His teeth found her right nipple and he started teasing it with his tongue. She moaned again, unable to contain herself.

"You can say my name, Granger, I won't mind," he said looking up at her as one his hands slipped between her legs. She resisted the urge to moan again, instead sitting up to look him in the eye.

"I'm not going to," she said angrily, "I can't even believe I'm here."

Draco gave her a smile, "Am I really that terrible?" He flicked his thumb across her clit, forcing a shudder through her body.

"Yes, you're the worst."

Draco's smile disappeared. "You know, Granger, I'm going to make you regret saying that."

He knelt down between her legs and took in the heady scent of her sex. She was already wet for him, she was starving for him, but she was too stubborn to admit it. He decided that he would make her beg instead.

Hermione's head fell back as soon as Draco's tongue parted her lips. She felt his hand spreading her pussy and her clit start to throb as he licked her. She bit her lip to stop from crying out but her hips pressed against his face. He slipped a finger inside of her, making her bite down harder. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second as he pumped his finger- no, 2 fingers now- in and out of her tight hole. His tongue continued to play with her clit. She was bursting and her hips bucked against his face. He pinned her to the table with another arm so she couldn't move, all the while moving his fingers faster and faster.

Then all of a sudden he was hovering over her, his hands held hers down to the table over head. His face was very close to hers and her sex was throbbing with unfulfilled lust.

"Do you want to come?" He asked her. She whimpered in submission, but he wasn't having it.

He slipped his hands under her and flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees. One hand grabbed her hair to pull her towards him. She could feel the cut of his abs against her back and the solid feel of his dick pressing against her ass through his pants. His other hand reached around and pulled at her left nipple. A wave of wetness rushed out of her again.

"I asked if you wanted to come," he said, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The teasing was brutal, she could barely put two words together, instead she moaned.

"Say my name, Granger, fucking say it."

She broke instantly, hating herself for not having more resolve. But her body was aching with need. She needed him and as much as she hated that about herself, she couldn't deny it

"Yes Draco, I want you to make me come. Please make me come."

He smiled as he removed his pants. His dick was hard as a rock.

"That's a good girl," he said. Hearing her say his name was the last push he needed.

He plunged himself inside of her, nearly moaning himself as he did. She felt fantastic around his cock, tight and wet and warm. This is why he kept coming back to her, as much as he hated it.

He slapped her ass as hard to show her how much he hated the feeling of her wrapped around him. He yanked her bushel of hair because he hated the way she said his name. He bit her neck hard enough to leave bruises to punish her for the way she moaned whenever he touched her.

Every time he broke his resolve and asked her to meet him, he hated himself. And every time she agreed to it, he hated her for making him feel this way. With each thrust of his hips he showed her just how much he hated her, until finally he exploded inside of her in a blind rage. He could feel the wetness as he pulled out of her, see himself spilling out of her, and hated every moment of it.

He collapsed on top of her and they both thudded into the desk, panting. She was quivering, still in the throes of an orgasm, he slipped a hand in between her legs to punish her further.

"No," she moaned, putting an arm behind her around his neck, in his hair, "I can't."

"I don't care," Draco breathed into her ear, pumping her clit hard and fast with his fingers until she was shaking beneath him, pulling at his hair. She had gone silent, too far gone to moan or make a single noise. He felt her cum all over his hand and finally he pulled away.

He got up off the desk and pulled his pants back up around his waist. She was still crumpled on the desk, recovering from her most violent orgasm yet. He collected her clothes from the floor and brought them to her. She sat up, still naked in the moonlight, looking dazed and ridiculously beautiful. He slipped a hand into her hair and kissed her thoroughly, savoring the feel of her full lips on his. He hated that he could not get enough of her

Draco put on his shirt and leaned back up against the desk to watch as Hermione dressed herself.

"Hey, where did my panties go?" she asked him, looking around and under the desk.

He held them up, and let them dangle off his finger, "What, these?"

She looked up and him and narrowed her eyes, "Give them back."

"Come get them," he said, lifting them higher and out of her reach. She clawed at the lace but was unable to grab it. Draco slipped a hand under her skirt and savored at the feel of her ass in his hand again.

"Hey!" she snapped taking a step back and glowering at him. Her hand streaked across his face. Rage flared up in Draco again, no one had ever hit him before. Except for her, he remembered, getting even angrier. Back in the third year. He grabbed her arm and twisted it around so her back was against his.

"Here are your fucking panties," he said through clenched teeth, thrusting the lace into her free hand, "And if you ever hit me again, I'll show you what real pain is. Understand?"

She fought free of his grasp and pulled the lace up between her legs where it disappeared under her skirt.

"Oh, I understand," she snarled, "You touch me again without my permission and I'll kill you. Do you understand?"

"So that's how it is," he snarled back.

"That's how it is." She turned on her heel and started to leave.

Draco watched the sway of her hips as she walked, saw the cream colored skin of her neck as she pulled her hair back up. There was a bruise already forming there, one he had made. He bit his lip, but somehow the words came out anyway.

"Tomorrow, Granger? Same place." He started but before he could finish, Hermione had whipped around.

"The Restricted Section of the library, same time. Don't be fucking late and don't fucking say my name."

And with that she disappeared out the door.