Hi everybody! I'm back with a sequel to Frustration! It's a bit more fluffy but every bit as smutty, with some kink thrown in as the story progresses, so I'm just warning you now in case BDSM offends you, because it's definitely gonna be there. I'm working on finishing my Fred/Hermione story, "Blurred Lines," so you should check that out unless you're a don't-want-to-see-Hermione-with-anyone-else-but-Malfoy kind of hardcore Dramione shipper. I hope you guys enjoy, and please leave a review!

As always, I don't own the characters, I'm making no money off of this, and this contains mature content that nobody under 17 should be reading. ;)

Draco Malfoy was in heaven. Recently, he had been having a hard time deciding on the exact definition of heaven; more specifically, he had a hard time deciding whether heaven was in Hermione Granger's mouth or Hermione Granger's pussy. But right now, with his hard cock in her warm mouth as he licked and sucked at her sweet folds, he didn't have to choose, and he was loving it.

It was one week after Draco had propositioned Granger for their first round of shagging, and although the rest of the ladies at Hogwarts were still shunning him after they became disenchanted with his slagging around, Draco didn't mind in the slightest. This past week had been filled with some of the most mind-blowing sex he'd ever had in his life. Once he had learned that Granger was some kind of guru/teacher for the Gryffindor boys, he had completely understood why. They needed to learn from the best.

Granger, on her part, had expressed loudly and often to him how good he was, and it made him smug and wild with lust thinking that he was finally the man to whom she didn't need to teach anything. He relished impressing her with something new every time they got together, which had been at least once a day this past week. Either she had been really holding back with her past lovers, or else they were really rubbish, because his strong Silencing charms were barely able to contain her moans and screams as she found pleasure on his achingly hard cock.

Getting back to the task at hand, Draco attacked her clit with renewed force, licking and sucking on the engorged nub and causing her to moan around his dick. He shuddered, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer if she continued deep-throating him as she was, so he quickly plunged two long fingers into her pussy and began working them in and out, continuing to suck on her clit. She groaned and started moving her hips, which Draco knew meant that she was near release.

"Fuck, Hermione, come for me, come on my face," he growled against her mound, and the vibrations from his voice set her off. She clenched around his fingers and flooded his face with her juices, which he happily devoured. As she peaked, she screamed around his length, swallowing all of him and squeezing his balls, causing his eyes to roll back in his head - one second later, he exploded into her mouth, cursing and thrusting his hips up and down.

Granger rolled onto her side, presumably unable to support herself any longer. He smirked to himself. He, for one, felt just as boneless as she looked.

"Hermione? Really?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow as she supported herself on her elbows to look at him. He cursed himself for letting her first name slip out when he lost control.

"Sorry, Granger," he muttered, thinking about their strictly-sex relationship. "You just seem to like it when I call you by your first name. If it seems too personable I can –"

"No, it's fine!" she said, smiling. "You just surprised me, is all."

"Oh, I'm full of surprises, Granger," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She rolled her eyes and slapped his thigh. "Hush up. I'm going to be late for class now that you made us skip lunch."

"What I had for lunch was infinitely better than what they serve in the Great Hall."

She blushed prettily. "Still, I have to shower, so if you'll excuse me –"

"Mind if I join you?" he leered.

"Uhh, I guess not, but this is going to be strictly for cleansing purposes," she reminded him sternly.

He smirked. "I know, I know. You're not the only one who smells like sweat and sex, Granger."

Hermione – GRANGER!, he reminded himself – rolled her eyes and hopped up, making a beeline for her shower. He admired the way her hips swayed as she walked away from him, then followed her.

As he stepped into her bathroom, he couldn't help but gasp – it rivaled his bathing quarters at home in Malfoy Manor. Everything seemed gilded, just like in the common room; the floor tiles seemed to be made of marble; a huge bathtub took up most of the room, with many fragrant salts and oils at the ready at the tub's edge; large, fluffy white towels were embroidered with a gold "HG" (he wasn't sure if this was for Hermione Granger or Head Girl) within arms' reach from the bath and; and finally, a magnificent shower with clear glass walls stood in the corner of the room, steamy and ready for use.

Granger was already letting the water cascade over her tired body, and fuck him if it wasn't a sight straight from his fantasies. Draco's spent cock valiantly revived itself when she began to cup her full breasts and let the water run over her hardening nipples. He growled; she was kidding herself if she didn't think this wasn't going to end with her pinned to the wall impaled on his cock.

Quick as a flash, he joined her in the shower and closed the door behind them. He nuzzled her neck from behind as he pulled her wet body into his. When Draco softly sucked on the skin below her ear, he felt her relax and he knew he had her.

"You're insatiable," she murmured, half-heartedly trying to wriggle out of his grasp and continue to clean herself.

"Let me," he insisted. He grabbed a bar of soap from its ledge and began to work it into a lather in his hands. Setting it back on the ledge, he began to soap up her back, beginning a gentle massage to work out all the knots she had acquired from their athletic lovemaking. Draco remembered her declaring that she had never even heard of some of the positions he had tussled them into.

"Ohhh…" Granger moaned, rotating her neck as her muscles were relaxed.

Draco grit his teeth as her moan made his balls tingle. "If you don't want to fuck in the shower, you shouldn't be making noises like that, Granger."

"Sorry, it's just so – MMMM, God, that feels so good," she continued to groan, shuddering in delight.

He thrust his hips against her, trying to get some relief for his stiff, pounding erection. "Granger, Merlin almighty –"

And then, as he reached up to sweep her hair away from her neck, his elbow knocked against the soap on the ledge and it fell to the floor of the shower. And Hermione turned to look over her shoulder at him, winked at him – fucking winked! – and bent down to retrieve it. His eyes almost rolled back in his head at the sight of her pussy being slowly offered to him, her round, full ass cheeks begging for his bruising grip. So he did what any wizard, or muggle, any man, really, would do. He took a second to position himself, grabbed her hips and held on for dear life, and thrust home.

"Uhhh!" she grunted, barely able to support herself.

"FUCK!" he shouted, still not used to how tight she was for him every time. She was wet, too, not just from the shower – she'd probably planned this from the beginning, the little minx. No matter. He'd make sure she paid for it by not being able to walk straight for a week.

Hermione was wild, moaning constantly every time a breath was forced out of her by his punishing hips and cock. "L-let me, oh God, Malfoy! Let me str-straighten up…"

He knew this position must be taking a toll on her back, so he struggled to find a suitable alternative that would still assert his dominance over her. "Press yourself into the wall, Granger."

She straightened up, leaning toward the shower wall and dislodging him from her heat. They both groaned at the loss. "Malfoy, the wall's cold," she whined, leaning into it and pushing her ass out, every inch the seductress.

"I don't bloody care," Draco bit out. "You're the one who can't get enough of my cock, now shut up and take it."

She whimpered as he entered her from behind, pressing her to the wall and allowing very little movement. Draco knew she would feel his control, he craved her submission. "Ohh, fuck yes, take me, Granger…"

He pounded her into the wall with deep, hard strokes, relishing how hot she was around his length. He was all over her, his hands were everywhere, and yet it wasn't enough. He bit the back of her neck and groaned low in his throat as he pinned her to the wall with no escape.

"Oh god oh godohgodohhhh, Malfoy! Yes, harder! Harder! Mmm, fuck me!" Granger was getting close – he could feel her walls flutter the tiniest bit. Ordinarily this would have been imperceptible, but what with his size and her tightness, he felt everything. Panting, Draco sped up his pace and barreled toward his own monstrous climax. With one hand he gripped her soft curves hard enough to leave bruises, and with the other he ran his hand over her mound and found her saturated clit, tweaking and stroking it and leaving Hermione no choice other than to come screaming –

"DRACO!"

The sound of his given name was his undoing as his orgasm engulfed him, eating him from the inside out as he released inside her pulsing, clenching walls. Each spurt sapped his energy until finally it was all he could do not to collapse on the floor, numb with pleasure. As they came down from their shared high, he gently slipped out of her, turned her around, and lowered them to the shower floor, letting the warm spray soothe their muscles.

"Fuck, that was good," he said, when he could speak again.

"Yeah, it was, but now we're late for class and I'm not even sure that I can trust my legs to get me there!" Granger whined halfheartedly. He knew she was just as sated as he was.

Draco stood up and dragged her with him, and they each hurriedly washed themselves and toweled off. Herm – Granger sat down in front of a vanity he hadn't noticed in the corner to try and get a brush through her impossible hair, and immediately winced and stood back up.

"What's wrong? Your hair can't be that tangled," he asked, pulling on his trousers.

"No, it just … it hurts to sit down," she blushed. "It's a good hurt, though."

He grinned knowing that she wouldn't be able to sit down for the rest of the day without thinking of him and the pleasure he brought her.

After they had gotten dressed and freshened up, they grabbed their book bags from the common room. "What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?" he asked. It was almost as if he hadn't just had his brains shagged out mere minutes ago. He wanted more.

"I'm meeting Seamus," she replied. Draco's heart gave a little stab of jealousy; confused, he pushed it back down. "But I'm free tomorrow night," she continued.

"I'll be here at 11," he said. She nodded, smiling, and then left through the portrait hole, allowing time in between their exits. As he watched her leave, he clenched his fists and decided he would have something planned for tomorrow night that was so delicious it would fuck Finnegan right out of her system. Nobody succeeded in besting Draco Malfoy. And so, with the beginnings of a plan already forming in his mind, he exited the common room. There was so much to be done!