A/N: This one is going to be a 4 part story, all from Draco's POV. I was originally going to leave it as a one shot, but as usual, these two were not having that, so I gave them what they wanted. Enjoy!

The first time had come out of nowhere.

There had been nothing; no build up, not so much as a single word to indicate that it was even a possibility.

They had both been one of the handful that returned to finish their last year of schooling. His had been court ordered, but she, of course, had been a volunteer. As part of his arrangement with the Wizengamot, she was assigned his tutor. He wondered if she had volunteered for that too.

The only person he knew had been Theo Nott. They hadn't been much more than acquaintances, but being familiar with one another helped them become friends. It made the year a little more tolerable.

Her friends had not returned. Not a single one.

The only time he saw her with anyone else it was due to an assignment or with a professor. Other than that, she buried her nose in a book at the meals she did show up for or else could be found in the library. Even when they had their sessions, she would only speak to him to make sure he had every assignment completed.

Needless to say, she didn't speak much.

He hadn't seen her that lonely since first year. Before the two biggest idiots decided she was finally useful enough to be their friend.

The most she had said to him was during their first session.

"I know you got top marks, so I'm not sure why they thought you needed a tutor, but I know it was a condition of your pardon. We'll meet twice during the week and once on the weekends for an hour."

"Listen, Granger-"

She sighed and the fight left her eyes. "I don't want to argue, Malfoy. I'm so tired of fighting. The war is over. I forgive you for everything. I no longer harbor any bad feelings for you. Let's just finish this year so we can go on with our lives, shall we?"

He sighed then. "You shouldn't forgive me, Granger, but I too am tired of fighting. Truce?"

"Truce."

They didn't even shake on it.

And that was how the term continued. They both went about their daily lives inside the castle without so much as a passing glance unless they needed to. And they were fine with it.

Then the term had ended and most of the students returned home for the holidays. He wasn't ready to go back to the Manor and elected to stay behind. Theo had gone home, leaving him friendless for the holidays. It had surprised him the morning after the train left to see Granger at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, book hovering in the air so she could eat.

That night, Malfoy lazed about in the Slytherin common room, enjoying his first real silence in a long time. The entire castle had been so quiet with most of the students gone. He thought perhaps fifty had stayed behind in total. It was a nice change of pace to just be able to truly think.

Christmas Eve he found himself in the library. Pince had gone for the night and there wasn't another soul in sight. He settled himself into an alcove near the back where he had the most privacy. It was a spot he always enjoyed as he had a great view of the Hogwarts grounds and he was secluded from the rest of the library's prying eyes.

Merlin knew there were plenty of those.

It was late; the embers in the fire place nearby were dying and he had told himself that he would go back to his dorm once the flames were completely extinguished.

He hadn't heard her approach. Just felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up a moment before the book he was reading was snatched out of his hands. She carefully placed it on the small table beside the loveseat where he was seated and then turned to stare at him, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth.

His brow rose as he regarded her; his body stilled as he tried to anticipate what she could possibly want from him.

Whatever he had been thinking, what she did next had not been it.

She moved swiftly, settling herself upon him with her legs on either side of his, hand on his shoulders. He felt his hands rise to her hips automatically, but continued to stare as her hands slowly slid up his neck until they were cupping his face. Her lips brushed over his once and then pulled back ever so slightly as if she were reconsidering.

She didn't.

Her lips claimed his with more of a purpose this time; fully committed. Her tongue swiped across his bottom lip as one of her hands stole into his hair, fingers threading through the strands. His fingers dug into her waist and she bucked her hips in response. His cock twitched as it began to grow and his lips parted with a groan. Her tongue wasted no time in delving into his mouth in search of his.

Coming out of his stupor, Malfoy put everything he had into the kiss. All of his frustrations, admiration, rivalry; all of it. She met him with equal fervor, refusing to back down. A low growl emitted from him as she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and pressed down, her tongue there to sooth the bite.

There was no going back now.

He tore his lips from hers in need of air. She panted above him as he leaned forward so he could drag his lips down her neck. Her head immediately fell to the side and she gave a breathy moan as his tongue swirled over her skin, tasting her. She whimpered as his teeth quickly replaced his tongue, testing with just a nip. Her hips rolling against his in response.

Her whimper turned to a full-blown yelp as he bit down on her skin, marking her.

Fully aroused and throbbing now, he looped one arm around her back and whisked her off of him only to drop her on her back so he could loom over her. His mouth was on her again as their hands made quick work of their robes. It took some fumbling, but neither of them cared; their need for release greater than the embarrassment of awkward movements.

She waved her hand and the cushions extended giving them more room and he smirked down at her. The smirk was wiped from his face as he felt her thin fingers wrap around his swollen cock and stroke it deftly. He stared down at her, taking in the sight of her bare beneath him.

Her eyes were unreadable. He had no idea what was going on in that ever-thinking mind of hers. There was no indication whatsoever of what could have brought them to this very moment.

He snapped out of his thoughts as she rubbed him through her folds, the warmth of her own arousal coating his head. He wet his lips and felt a shudder of pleasure run through him. He reached down to take his cock from her and repeated her motion to make sure they were both ready.

She said nothing still, just lifted her hips in askance.

His eyes flashed her a warning. This was her final chance to back out.

She wet her lips and gave the slightest incline of her head.

He slid into her and they groaned together. Her walls stretched to accommodate him, clenching and drawing him in until he couldn't possibly go any further. He groaned at the tight fit and opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed. He peered down at her, waiting for her to freak out and run away, but her eyes were closed too and her head was arched up, revealing his bite on her neck.

He placed one hand on her hip to steady himself and then began pulling back. In and out, he rocked his hips slowly. With each thrust she made a noise that spurred him on. His free arm hooked under her leg, allowing him deeper access and a better hold before picking up the pace.

She arched her back and rolled her hips in time with his thrusts. Her breaths were becoming shallower and her moans more frequent. His hand on her hip moved lower until he reached her core. The pad of his thumb swiped across the swollen bundle of nerves and her walls shuddered around him.

She bit her lip a moment before her body seized up. Her words were incoherent as she came undone beneath him. Her body jerked, but he continued his ministrations until she opened her eyes.

When their gazes met, he knew he was done for.

He surged forward, arms caging her head on either side. His lips came crashing down on hers as he pumped away furiously. He broke the kiss to bury his face in the crook of her neck as his body tensed and then relaxed.

Her fingers idly stroked his back as her thighs continued to cradle his body to her. He could feel her tremble around him as he continued to lay there; bodies still joined. Even as his cock shrunk and slipped out of her, the evidence of their coupling running about, he continued to lay there.

It was only a few minutes later that she began to move, pushing him off of her gently. She continued her silence as she used her wand to clean them up. She took her time slipping back into her robes and didn't even look back over her shoulder before leaving him the way she had found him; alone.

When he had woken up on Christmas morning, he wondered if it hadn't all been a very strange dream. He couldn't remember leaving the library or coming back to his dorm, but the split in his lip when he saw his reflection made it a reality.

He had showered and dressed all in a daze. He hadn't even read the letter from his mother. He had opened it, but the words were blurred. He couldn't focus. He didn't even open the parcels she had sent. Instead, he found himself just sitting there like an Obliviated fool.

A knock on his door snapped him from his thoughts and he hurried to open it. He tried not to let the disappointment show at the sight of a fourth year on the other side.

"Did I wake you?" he asked to which Malfoy simply shook his head. "The rest of us are heading down for breakfast. We thought you might like to join us."

There were only five Slytherins who stayed behind; all of them fourth year or below. All of them knew him and what he'd done.

He eyed the younger wizard suspiciously.

"Why?"

He shrugged. "It's Christmas, Mate. No one should be alone on a holiday."

Malfoy simply blinked at him. "Thanks for the offer, but no," he said and slipped past him.

He was still going to breakfast, but not with that lot. He moved through the dungeons with ease and paused only once outside the Great Hall to make sure she was there. As always, she was sitting near the door at the Gryffindor table by herself, book hovering in the air. She looked the same; as if she hadn't come to him for no reason but a quick shag. As if she hadn't been mewling like a kitten as he pushed her over the edge.

As if it had never happened at all.

He sat to her left, straddling the bench to look at her. Food appeared on the plate before him, but he ignored it. "Can I help you?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the book.

Nothing. Not even the decency of a blush to her cheeks or an extra hitch to her breath.

Without the normal amount of people, it would be easy to hear their conversation out in the open. "I should be asking you that," he said, keeping his voice low. "Since you're the one that's gone mental."

The page turned. She kept reading.

He snatched the book out of the air and slammed it on the table.

She sighed before sparing only a glance at him, taking stock of how many were now looking at them.

"Not here," she whispered. "Eat and then we'll talk."

He had never eaten so fast.

She took her sweet time, not seeming to care in the slightest that he was impatiently drumming his hands on the table or bouncing his leg beneath it. It was as if she wasn't intimidated by him anymore despite his best efforts of glowering at her from her side.

She moved with absolutely no purpose; just strolling about the halls at a leisurely pace. He wanted to scream as he followed behind her. Up and up they went until they reached the seventh floor. Once he realized they were at the Room of Requirement, he held back and scoffed.

"Oh no you don't, Granger."

"Do you want to talk or not?"

"Not in there. How do I know you're not just going to-"

"Silencio." The spell wrapped around his throat before he even realized her wand was out and pointed at him. He glared at her, taking a step forward. She didn't even so much as flinch.

"I'll remove the spell if you follow me. If you walk away, I'll leave it there and this never gets brought up again. Are we clear?"

He wished he hadn't been in such a daze when he left his room. Had he not been an idiot and left his wand on his night side table, he would have cursed her with a nonverbal spell. Yet he remained; quietly seething and plotting his revenge.

She nodded and paced in front of the empty wall until a door appeared. She opened it and gestured for him to go inside. He moved quickly and heard, "Finite Incantatem," as he crossed the threshold.

The moment the door closed, he pinned her against it. "What the actual fuck, Granger?" he seethed.

His anger spiked as she stared up at him with a bored expression. "Did you not enjoy yourself?"

His eyes widened, his fists flattening against the door. "We both did, but that's not an explanation."

Her chin tipped up and he scowled. He didn't think her nose could turn up any higher. His eyes flickered against his will to her lips as her tongue darted out to wet them. "I was bored."

He pushed away from her and raked a hand through his hair. She stayed where she was, arms folding over her chest as she watched him pace an arm's length away. "You sought me out in the middle of the night for a shag and then leave without saying one bloody word because you were bored?"

"You were the better choice."

He stopped pacing and stared at the ground for a moment while processing her words. Slowly, his gaze lifted to hers; a storm raging within him. "Excuse me?"

"I considered my options before I came to. I didn't trust anyone else not tell or expect more." She shrugged and finally, finally a blush crept onto her cheeks. "You were the best choice because even though we cleared the air, you'd still never want the world to know."

He stared at her, mouth agape with a complete loss of words.

She shook her head and he saw a tear run down her cheek. "I'm sorry. I wasn't… I shouldn't have… I'm so sorry."

She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her; hand on the knob.

"Why didn't you ask me?"

Her fingers thrummed the knob twice before she dropped her hand and turned around, eyes still on the floor. "That's what I was going to do. I was in the library for half an hour prior, working up the nerve and figuring out just the right way to word the proposition. The moment I saw you I thought about it and imagined you laughing at me and I just went for it. I expected you to stop me, but… Well, you didn't."

Her cheeks were as red as the Weasley family's signature hair color.

"You just came out of nowhere," he said after some time.

She looked up for a moment, but then quickly averted her gaze, her arms wrapping around her for security. "It won't happen again. I'm sorry, Malfoy."

He watched her turn and open the door with jerky movements. He cursed himself and hurried after her as she disappeared around a corner. He caught up to her in front of the entrance to Gryffindor's common room on the eighth floor. He cupped her elbow and grasped her chin softly, but firm enough to force her to look at him.

"Next time, Granger. Ask."