To my dear Anonymous:

It has been very therapeutic for me to continue this story, so I say thank you again for inspiring me to do so.

I hope that you continue to enjoy my ramblings and please keep commenting if you feel so inclined.

Sending all my good vibes your way.

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Chapter 11

And All the Chestnut Tops Are Stirred

Draco did not have the slightest notion of a plan as he walked through the streets of Hogsmeade towards Hermione's flat. He also wasn't sure why he had walked – perhaps to put whatever was going to happen as far away as possible.

He knew that something had to happen, even if that something was Hermione slapping him unbelievably hard in the face again.

Draco knocked. There was some commotion on the other side of the door. She opened it, hair a little wild and eyes bright with irritation. He braced himself for a violent outcome before kissing her much more deeply than before, assuming that he might not get another chance.

The events that followed were a blur of skin and heat and desperation. They both spoke, but Draco would remember little of the content. Overwhelmingly, he would remember the red swell of her mouth and the debauched sounds she made as he tasted her.

Once they were lying next to each other on the bed, Hermione wrapped her smooth fingertips around his painfully hard erection.

"This is going to be embarrassingly brief if you keep that up," Draco confessed as she slowly stroked him. Hermione stopped her ministrations and trailed her hand up his chest, tracing the scars there.

"What would you suggest?" she asked with a lazy smile. Draco thought someone really ought to give her orgasms more often, as they made her much more pleasant. He reached his arm behind her and unclasped her bra, sliding it off to bare the remainder of her creamy skin.

Draco looked at her, taking in the long, loose curls of dark hair and the light freckles that dusted the bridge of her nose. The perfectly round breasts with their rosy nipples, the soft waist that seemed to mold to his touch. The curve of that substantial backside and the lovely, sleek patch of hair between her thighs.

He dipped his head and took one of the hard, pink points into his mouth. Hermione moaned as Draco gently teased her with his tongue, sucking and licking the sensitive skin. As he moved to the other breast to continue his attentions, Draco brought a finger between her legs and touched the velvet heat there. She was so slick and eager that he nearly finished at the thought of being inside her.

"Oh fuck," Hermione gasped as Draco ran his fingertip along her opening. He chuckled darkly, releasing her swollen nipple from his mouth to lick a stripe up her neck.

"Get on top of me, Granger," he told her. Hermione drew her leg across him and settled there, her delicious wetness against his stomach and his member nestled between the mounds of her arse.

"Yes, Malfoy?"she asked, smirking.

"Now ride me like your favorite broomstick," Draco said with a lopsided grin back at her. Hermione rolled her eyes before lifting herself up, balancing above his cock before sliding down and enveloping him to the hilt.

"If you knew anything about me, you'd know I don't fly," Hermione informed him. Draco barely heard her, as all his mental faculties were focused on not detonating before they had even moved. He sensed his magic running wild, crackling just under the surface of his skin. His eyes fluttered open when he felt Hermione's lips on his, kissing him gently.

"You are bloody brilliant," Draco told her, nuzzling his face into her neck. Laughing, Hermione sat up and began to rock her hips forward. Hands on her thighs, Draco watched as she writhed on top of him. She leaned forward and her beautiful breasts bounced above his head as he began to thrust up into her.

"Christ, Draco, oh my god," Hermione moaned.

"Merlin, that sounds good coming out of your mouth," Draco confessed, dragging his tongue over one of her hardened nipples. He made a sound of protest as she leaned back, taking her breasts out of his reach. Hermione braced one hand on his chest and began to grind against him feverishly, her moans becoming louder and more guttural.

"Hermione, I'm-" Draco tried to say, but he couldn't form a coherent thought. The sight of Hermione using him for her pleasure so blatantly was too much for him. He arched up with a stifled yell and came inside of her for what was surely hours. She continued to ride his spent erection, eventually digging her nails into him and screaming like a wild thing as she climaxed.

As Hermione collapsed next to him, Draco's glistening cock lazily retreated into his foreskin.

Minutes passed in silence before Hermione stuck out a hand and muttered "Accio wand." Her wand came zooming though the open door from another part of the flat and into her outstretched palm. "Sorore Sterili" she said with a flick towards her torso, followed by "Tergeo." Draco watched in mild revulsion as he watched his own fluids exit Hermione and disappear into the tip of her wand.

"So..." he began awkwardly, trying to keep his eyes on her face.

"Don't make it weird now," Hermione laughed. "Dinner?"

/

"Madman or not, that was a great lesson," Draco said, biting into a spring roll. They sat together on Hermione's sofa, his long legs stretched out onto the coffee table and her cross-legged beside him.

"We were fourteen!" Hermione argued around a mouthful of cashew chicken. "I'd at least wait until sixteen to start torturing spiders in front of students."

"Traumatized, were you?"

"I'm not the only one!"

"More or less traumatizing than Professor McGonagall telling you you've failed your exams?" Draco asked with an evil glint in his eye.

"Who told you about that?" demanded Hermione, flicking a wonton at him.

"Only you, even after seeing basilisks, dementors, and the armies of hell besides, would be more concerned about sodding marks."

"And what did the boggart turn into for spoiled little Draco Malfoy, I wonder," she teased. "Washing up that you had to do yourself?"

"All our house-elves rebelling and tying me up like Gulliver, actually," Draco lied with a grin. Hermione snorted and they fell into silence, munching at their takeaway.

"What made you come back here?" Hermione asked after some time. Looking up from his lo mein, Draco considered whether to tell her the truth this time.

"Hogwarts always felt like home to me," he admitted. "The Manor wasn't exactly a fun place to grow up."

"I can imagine."

"Can you?"

"My only visit wasn't very hospitable," she said. There was no malice in her voice, but Draco avoided her gaze all the same.

"I suppose I wanted to prove I'm not a coward anymore," Draco realized. He wished he had not given voice to that particular thought, but Hermione did not comment. She just looked at him searchingly, dark eyes sharp and curious, before returning to her food.

/

After the tension gave way to teasing, that invisible something began to thrum between their bodies once more. Hermione ended up straddling his lap, the fullness of her breasts pressing against his chest through the thin jumper she had put on. She squawked in surprise as he vanished her knickers with a wave of his wand.

"I bloody liked those!" Hermione protested.

"I'll replace them," Draco promised, his hand snaking up to brush a thumb over her nipple.

"Prat," she muttered, arching into his touch. He shifted beneath her, his erection already beginning to strain against the front of his pants. Hermione reached down and moved the fabric aside, allowing his cock to spring free through the front opening. Her fingers stroked up and down his shaft, pulling the skin down to expose Draco's swollen head.

"Merlin," he breathed, hands gripping her hips. His eyes slid closed and he relaxed into the cushions, enjoying the slow rhythm of her movements. Suddenly Hermione's hand disappeared and Draco's pupils blew wide as her soft folds engulfed him in one smooth, easy motion. His forehead fell forward onto her chest and they stayed there for a long moment, bodies tingling with lust and magical energy.

Hermione rocked against him, the motion sending tendrils of pleasure from his bollocks to the tips of his toes. Draco carded a hand through her hair and pulled her lips roughly to his, kissing her deeply as they continued to grind against each other. She broke away to moan deliciously, firm thighs and lovely arse tightening with each jerk of her body against him.

"You've got an excellent cock, did you know?" Hermione tells him in the same pompous tone he'd heard her answer countless questions in class with. Impossibly, his erection hardened even more.

"You're a menace, Granger," Draco choked out, thrusting up into her forcefully enough to elicit a surprised squeal and making those perfectly sized breasts bounce enticingly. He managed to reach around her and retrieve his wand from the coffee table, casting a silent "Tremesco."

As Draco pressed the vibrating tip of his wand to one of Hermione's nipples, the hardened nub showed clearly through the thin grey cashmere. He trailed the hawthorn wand down her abdomen until he reached the place where they were joined.

Hermione gasped as he pressed the wood to her clit. The steady pace of their coupling faltered as her legs began to twitch, eyes rolling back in her head as she rode him harder. Draco held the vibrating wand in place until he felt her clench around him, her orgasm rippling out in a delightful scream that was half-laughter and half-astonishment.

"Where did you learn that, you bloody pervert?" Hermione muttered against his neck.

"The library at Malfoy Manor has a bigger Restricted Section than Hogwarts," he replied. "You'd be amazed what I can do with a wand."

"I expect so," she agreed, beginning to move against him once more.

/

The morning dawned bright and clear, the sun breaking through Hermione's cream-colored curtains. Draco sleepily opened his eyes in response to the intruding light and blinked his vision in to focus. It was a moment before he remembered where he was.

After disentangling their limbs for the second time, Hermione had led him back to the bedroom and suggested he stay. They talked and touched, finally falling asleep after she had climaxed yet again under his tongue.

The bed next to him was empty, no pale skin or frizzy curls in sight. Draco thought he heard something in the direction of the loo, so he got up and peeked around the edge of the open door.

Hermione lay in the surprisingly large tub, her head the only thing visible above a thick mass of green bubbles. Draco smiled as he looked at her, hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head and steam curling around her flushed face.

She opened one eye to peer at him.

"Get in or get out," she drawled lazily. Draco raised an eyebrow at the invitation, but he was still starkers. The bubbles gave off a pleasant cucumber scent has he sunk into the water opposite her, wincing slightly at the heat.

"Merlin, it's bloody hot enough," he told her.

"This is one of the best things about being a witch, you know."

"What's that? Scalding your flesh off?"

"Bathwater that never gets cold."

"I guess I never thought about it."

"Of course not. You've never had anything but a warm bath in your pureblood life. You wouldn't understand the trauma of your bath going cold," Hermione teased, her toes emerging from the water nudge the side of his face.

"Oi!" Draco complained, grabbing her by the ankle and tickling the arch of her foot. Hermione shrieked and disappeared under the water in her attempts to break his hold on her leg. She came up spluttering, hair plastered to her face and looking like a drowned kneazle.

"Twat," Hermione said accusingly.

"Language, Granger," Draco replied with a smirk. She wrung some of the water out of her hair before lying back against the side of the tub, stretching her legs out until they were just touching his stomach.

They lay in the thick, perfumed heat of the room until they were both wrinkled and half-asleep. After drying off with fluffy lilac towels, Hermione went to the kitchen to make coffee while Draco pulled on his clothes from the night before.

Padding into the kitchen in his socks, Draco took a mug from Hermione that read Granger Dental Centre. He sat at the small table, watching her add cream and sugar to her identical blue mug.

"So what are we doing here, exactly?" he asked, taking a sip of black liquid.

"I'm just using you for sex," Hermione answered matter-of-factly, setting down the spoon she had been using to stir her coffee.

"Were you planning to keep using me?"

"Why not? You're terribly convenient and I'll certainly be here the rest of the school year."

"You really know how to make a wizard feel special," Draco said sarcastically. Hermione rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to retort, stopping short at a tapping on the window. She pushed it open to allow a handsome brown barn owl to enter, setting down her coffee to untie the small scroll from its leg.

Their feathered visitor had already flown away by the time she unfurled the scrap of parchment, cursing as she read the contents.

"Fucking hell, Fabian is on his way here," Hermione groaned. "He cannot see you."

"How do you expect me to manage that? I assume I can't Apparate out of here."

"There's a balcony through the sitting room."

"And I'm supposed to what?" Draco demanded indignantly, "Crawl down the ivy?"

"Don't be so dramatic. Just use Arresto Momentum or something," she suggested, taking his mug and waving him out of the kitchen. Draco barely had time to summon his shoes before Hermione was pushing him out onto the terrace and slamming the door behind him.

He stared back at her through the glass of the French door incredulously. The door opened again and she grabbed the front of his cloak, kissing him soundly before going back inside.

Draco shook his head, pulling on his shoes and looking over the edge of the railing. He could not believe he was sneaking out of a woman's flat like a stupid teenager. The distance to the ground was not terribly far, so he simply cast a Cushioning Charm on a bed of Agapanthus and dropped down.

"Fancy meeting you here," Fabian deadpanned. Draco started and looked up to find the American looking supremely smug.

"Omniscient and a wanker – what a combination," drawled the blonde.

"You've never missed breakfast."

"The leap from missing breakfast to sneaking out of Granger's flat is a bit wide."

"It's adorable that you think that," snorted Fabian. "To the discerning eye, it was the most obviously assumption in the world."

"Well this has been lovely, but I really must be off."

"What? No details?"

"Do you want me to draw a diagram?" asked Draco. "You can bleeding well figure it out, since you're Sherlock fucking Holmes."

"I thought you'd be more pleasant after a decent roll in the hay."

"You thought incorrectly. Good morning, you insufferable meddler."

"Cheerio!" the Irishman responded brightly, punching Draco lightly on the arm as he passed. Rolling his eyes, Draco turned on the spot and Apparated to the iron front gates of Hogwarts Castle.