While We're Here

He looked at her, and she looked at him, their eyes wide, their chests heaving with oncoming panic. They were trapped, and they knew it. Immediately, they jumped down each other's throats.

"This is all your fault!" Hermione shouted at the male venomously. "If you hadn't' been so busy trying to kill me, we could have made it out of here before the ceiling caved in!" She was positively furious. Possibly more angry than she'd ever been in her entire life.

"My fault!?" Draco shouted back, appalled. "If you and your Order lot hadn't shown up where you weren't welcome, I wouldn't have had to kill you!"

"Oh, like you would have succeeded," she snapped at him. "There's no way I was going to be the one to lose that fight! I would have had you had the whole place not caved in!"

"Oh, like you would have killed me? Is that what you're saying, Granger? That you would have killed me?" Draco scoffed. He didn't think so.

"Maybe I would have!" she screamed at him, offended that he didn't find her capable of murder. "Do you really think I'd sign up for a war and think I wouldn't have to kill!?"

"Its one thing to agree to kill. It's a whole other thing to actually be capable of doing it!" Draco taunted. "I mean, Merlin, even when I was throwing killing curses at you, you were throwing jinxes!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed even more, if that was possibly.

"Just because I can kill doesn't meant I should!" she yelled at him. Draco rolled his eyes.

"It's comments like that that are the reason I will survive this war, and you won't!"

"Its tattoos like that that are the reason you're going to prison when this war is over, and I'm not!" Hermione yelled back, pointing at the Dark Mark on his forearm. It was the only thing she could think to say in response.

Draco glared daggers at Hermione. No one in the Order was supposed to know he bore the Mark. He hadn't even realized that he'd pushed up his sleeves in the heat of the battle.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was your mark supposed to be a secret?" she taunted him as he'd taunted her before. "Well guess what. Secret's out! We all know, Malfoy! The whole Order! They've always known! And now I have proof! I've seen it!"

Draco looked ready to kill, and when he suddenly took a step towards her, she thought that that was what he was trying to do. But instead, he pushed Hermione against the wall, her back slamming hard into the stone. She gasped in surprise before he slammed his lips against hers as demandingly as he'd slammed her into the wall.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, and after a moment, when she got over the shock, she pushed on his shoulders, trying to push him off of her. She finally succeeded, and panted heavily for a moment before speaking.

"What the bloody hell are you doing!?" she screamed at him, infuriated by his advances.

"Calm down, Granger. It's just a kiss. Surely you have been kissed before, haven't you?" he asked her with a smirk, a smirk she had every desire to slap right off his face. Those plump, pink lips belonged to the devil, and didn't belong against hers.

"Of course I've been kissed before," she snapped at him, adjusting her shirt and skirt a bit. She was suddenly aware of just how much skin she was showing. "But that's not to say that you're allowed to kiss me!"

Draco smirked in a way that made Hermione want to kill him for real this time.

"I can kiss anyone I want to," he told her, leaning in towards her again, his hands holding him up against the wall on either side of her head. "Besides, you should consider yourself honored." And then his lips were on hers again.

Hermione was unable to resist this time. Those evil lips of his seemed to be seeping venom into hers, poisoning her. She moaned against his lips. It was so typical that a prick like him would be a good kisser.

The whole time they kissed, Hermione only focused on one thing: how much she hated him. She hated his lips, fighting against hers for dominance. She hated his hair, perfectly platinum and styled so perfectly that it looked accidental. She hated his body, pressed against hers; she could feel the firmness of his chest and abs already. She hated his confidence, the way he had the nerve to try to kill her one moment and snog her the next! She was so caught up in her hatred, in fact, that she didn't notice him removing his hands from the wall and placing them on her waist, pulling her waist flush against his. She did notice, however, when their snog-session seemed to get him a bit excited. How could she not with how close their bodies were?

She pulled her lips away from his, panting heavily.

"Don't you ever do that again!" she demanded angrily, still panting. She'd never hated him as much as she hated him at that very moment.

Draco stared at Hermione, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his breath. Merlin, that'd been incredible. Who'd have thought the prude little mudblood would be such a great kisser? Then he smirked.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," he told her confidently. He knew he was right. He could tell it was the reason she was looking at him with so much hatred in her eyes. Hate that wasn't just for him, but for herself, too.

"Don't you presume to know what I do and do not enjoy!" she snapped back. Merlin, he was the sexiest son of a bitch she'd ever laid eyes on. She didn’t want to admit it, but he was exactly right. She had enjoyed it, immensely.

Draco cocked an eyebrow at her. "So you don't deny it?" he asked her, his signature smirk in place. Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously, but she didn't reply. Eventually, Draco grew bored with the silence, and sighed, looking Hermione up and down thoroughly. His smirk returned. "Has anyone ever told you you're dead sexy when you're angry?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Not in so many words," she told him honestly, still glaring, though most of the venom was gone. She'd been told the same thing in different words, but of course, most men had more tact than to say it that way.

Draco's smirk grew and he leaned in once more, officially pressing his luck.

"Do you have any idea the things I want to do to you every time you glare at me like that?" he asked her in a low, husky voice, whispering the words right into her ear, his voice more breathy than usual, just for her benefit. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, making Draco chuckle a low chuckle. He took that as a yes.

Hermione's head was spinning. This had to be some sort of sick joke. There was no way Draco Malfoy, known Death Eater, was seriously trying to seduce her, a Mudblood, best friend to the one and only Harry Potter. It simply wasn't possible. But then, he was picking her up by the spot where her thighs met her rear, and her legs wrapped around his waist by instinct, her arms going around his neck for support. She looked at Draco, her eyes wide in surprise, her heart pounding so hard in her chest she was sure he could feel it. His hands were no longer on her skirt, but instead under it, feeling every smooth inch of the rear that hid under what felt like lace.

Draco met Hermione's shocked look and grinned.

"Are you a virgin, Granger?" he asked her shamelessly, getting right to the point.

Hermione stared, appalled once more. He really didn't intend to, to… have his way with her, did he? The part that was scaring her most was that she couldn't find the words to tell him to stop. She couldn't even find the words to answer his question, she just shook her head.

Draco was only mildly surprised. Sure, she was the prude little mudblood goody-good Granger, but at the same time, she's spent every moment of her time with those two nimrods, Potter and Weasley. Surely one of them would have made a move by now. The thought disgusted him, almost to the point of making him rethink what he was about to do. Almost.

Draco let his hands slip under Hermione's lace underwear to get a better feel of Hermione's smooth, rounded behind. He bit his lip at the feeling. He was growing harder, fast, and he knew she could feel it. He felt no shame in it, though. He knew he was well equipped to impress, and Hermione would soon be begging for him to fuck her.

Hermione's eyes grew wide as he grew hard. Merlin, this was it. He was seriously going to do it. He was really going to make her have sex with him. She whimpered quietly, knowing she'd never be able to stop him. Even if she wanted to, he was much too strong for her. She could feel his large, worn hands on her ass, and it felt oddly stimulating. How was it that his every move, every facial expression, was turning her on more and more? She was glad he was touching the back of panties, or else he would have felt the wetness that'd gathered up front. Of course, as soon as this thought hit her, Draco moved one of his hands to around front, rubbing her over her panties, under her skirt. When he felt the bit of moisture that was seeping through, he grinned, and Hermione blushed.

"We can't. What if someone found out? Neither of us would ever hear the end of it," Hermione pleaded as her last attempt to get out of this. It didn't work.

"Granger, we are all alone, caved into a cave that we may never get out of. For all anyone knows, we've killed each other already, so why waste this golden opportunity. I mean, we may as well, while we're here." He grinned wickedly, knowing he'd won the argument. He could see it in her eyes. The look of horror in them as she realized that what he was saying was true. "Besides, if I couldn't already tell you wanted me before, your soaked panties are making it loud and clear now."

Hermione whimpered again, knowing he was right. No one would ever know.

Draco squeezed Hermione's rump and Hermione emitted a quiet squeak of surprise. He leaned in close to her, his lips on her ear.

"I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do, Hermione," he told her, purring her first name, a name he'd never once used before.

Hermione felt a shiver run through her neck and down her back at the sound of her name coming from his lips. She looked at him with pleading eyes, but knew the battle was lost. 'It's better than letting him kill me, though, isn't it?' But was it? Perhaps it was all just a scheme to get her mind off of the fact that she was completely defenseless. Her wand had flown out of her hand and out of the cave just as the ceiling collapsed in on them. How convenient.

Draco grinned at her and let his lips lightly tease her neck, causing the tiny, almost invisible hairs to stand on end. Her eyes closed as she relished in the feeling of it. No one had ever done such a thing with her. Victor had been shy and careful with her, his seduction had been a totally different game, innocent and gentle, much like that of Ron's, who'd been almost completely inexperienced their first time together. But this? This was alluring and irresistible and down right bewitching. Funny, seeing as she was a witch. 'A witch being bewitched. Oh, the irony.'

She could feel her resistance flying right out of the cave, through the tiny hole that was the only source of light in the dark, damp cavern. She cursed herself for breaking Draco's wand a moment before they became trapped. If she hadn't, they'd have been able to get out by now. They could have just blasted the boulders out of their path. 'And then he would have killed me,' she added to her thoughts.

Hermione's gaze locked with Draco's. No matter what, she was never going to tell him it was okay. She was never going to give him permission, or admit that she wanted this. She'd stay silent if she had to, just so that she could honestly say she'd never consented out loud to this… this atrocity that was the affair about to take place.

Her chest was heaving. She couldn't believe what was happening, or with whom. She'd only been with two men in her seventeen years on Earth. Victor, back in the fourth year, an event she'd never spoken of with anyone, not Ron, or Harry, or even Ginny. And, of course, Ron, who she'd been able to convince that she was a virgin still by explaining that she'd been in a bicycle accident when she was a child, and that it had caused her to prematurely "pop her cherry". But now? Now she was about to give herself to one more man, and it was Draco Malfoy. She never thought this would happen. She was sure her number was going to be two, and stay two for the rest of her life. It was hard enough living the lie about Victor, but now she'd have another secret to hold inside herself, and she wasn't sure she could do it. She could feel herself begin to silently panic.

Draco noticed.

"Hey, calm down. It's not like I'm going to hurt you. I'll be gentle," he reassured her. Then he smirked. "Unless, of course, you'd rather me not? The prudish ones usually are the kinky ones in the end, aren't they?" He was just teasing her, in his typical Malfoy fashion. He was trying to bring back the heated anger that'd turned him on so much in the first place. He didn't like her panic. It made him feel like he was raping her. Draco Malfoy was not, and would never be, a rapist. He needed to make her angry again. He needed to make this hate sex, his favorite kind of sex. And it was working.

Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You're a pig," she hissed at him, but to her displeasure, this seemed to be what he wanted to hear.

"A pig who's got your knickers completely soaked? Yes, I know," he told her, unabashed. He ground his hips into hers as he spoke, just to add to the effect of his words. Hermione closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to concentrate on anything but the male holding her against the wall. This was not working in her favor. She opened her eyes again to speak.

"A physical reaction has nothing to do with whether or not I've chosen to have sex with you," she told him stubbornly. But Draco still wasn't perturbed.

"So you say, but I beg to differ," he told her, carefully supporting his weight against the cave wall with one hand so that he could use the other. Next, he slipped a single long finger under the lacy material of her boy shorts and felt around for Hermione's moist core. He heard Hermione gasp as he found it, and slipped his finger inside of her.

Hermione closed her eyes again and shook her head, afraid that if he could look into her eyes, he could see how much she was enjoying his finger. She didn't even realize when she began to bite on her bottom lip. He was working his finger inside of her in a way she could only describe as experienced. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing every moment he was inside of her. If she didn't hate him so much for it, she would have described it as heavenly.

Draco watched Hermione's every move. Every flutter of her eyelashes, every tightening of her teeth against her slowly swelling lip, every deep inhaling of breath as she fought to keep herself quiet, and it was all for him. He was basking in her orgasmic misery.

He only kept up her torture for a few minutes before he removed his finger. He heard a gasp slip from between Hermione's lips at the loss of contact, but she regretted it a moment later, he knew, when he put the finger back in, this time accompanied by his index finger. Hermione's new gasp was followed by another whimper as he began to slowly but purposefully finger her. He pressed his entire body against hers, his lips gently trailing up and down her neck, biting gently at her skin. His hand was soaked. He was loving this.

"Merlin, Hermione, you're so tight," he moaned to her, his lips against her neck as he fought to keep his breathing under control. He was surprised by how much he this was taking out of him, trying not to loose control and take her right then and there, but regardless, he was enjoying it.

Hermione didn't know how to respond to that. She was still struggling in keeping quiet. His treatments were becoming less and less gently, his movements quicker and quicker. She might not be the most experienced, but she knew what an orgasm felt like when it was building, and building it was. If he didn't stop now, she wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer.

Draco could feel Hermione's walls tightening against his intruding fingers, and knew she was only moments away from climax. He caught a bit of her skin between his teeth and bit down, sucking a bit. Not too hard, but hard enough to leave a nice souvenir. As he bit and sucked, he slowly withdrew his fingers from inside of her.

Hermione's eyes finally opened in surprise and, much to her astonishment, disappointment. But she wasn't foolish enough to believe he was ending it there. She knew there was more to come. What made her nervous was that she didn't know what.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She realized right then that she was more afraid of him now than she'd ever been in her life, and that was including their earlier duel.

Draco's hand slid out from under lacy underwear and also from under her skirt. Hermione's eyes fell down to look at his hand, and she blushed furiously when she saw how wet it was. She gulped noticeably, and Draco smirked.

"Now I know how you feel, but I still need to know how you taste," he told her. He brought his fingers up in front of his face before slowly, deliberately, sucking the fingers clean, one at a time. His eyes closed momentarily as he savored the taste. They popped open again and his smirked widened, turning wicked. "Delectable," he told her.

Hermione's eyes closed again and she leaned her head back to rest against the stone wall of the cave, a soft whine escaping her lips. "I can't believe this," she nearly sobbed.

Draco shook his head.

"Give it up, Granger. I've barely scratched the surface of what I'm going to do to you while we're stuck in here."

Hermione banged her head against the stone wall a couple of times before she was interrupted by Draco's lips crashing against hers once more. His kiss was different this time. Hot, wet, passionate, and desperate. His hands were at her waist, unbuttoning the little jean mini skirt's four buttons. Hermione returned this kiss with as much passion. She'd given up. She couldn’t fight him, and if she kept trying, she feared she might explode.

Draco gently set Hermione down so that she was standing on her own again. She could feel the skirt sliding down her legs. He'd successfully unbuttoned it, and now he was playing with the waist of her lacy underwear. She never thought she'd care what underwear she wore and when, but suddenly she was glad she'd decided to wear something cute.

Draco was able to manipulate Hermione out of her skirt and panties, and he began to feel his way around her lower section again. He smirked.

"Landing strip, love?" he broke the kiss to questioned her, amused by the tiny patch of hair residing just above her moist core. Who knew the prudish Gryffindor cared about how she looked down there? Hermione blushed furiously, but she responded strongly nonetheless.

"Why not? I'm allowed to care about my presentation, aren't I?" she questioned him right back, though she felt stupid for doing so. There she stood, pressed between him and a stone wall, trapped in a cave, her entire lower body exposed to him, and he was still fully dressed, staring at her like he wanted to consume her. It was rater intimidating. Much more intimidating than him pointing his wand at her.

"Of course you are. In fact, I like it," he told her, his voice husky, seductive. "It turns me on," he pressed his pelvis against hers to let her feel for herself what he meant. Hermione blushed again.

She'd never been with a man so forward. With Ron, it'd always just been a shy but heated snog oh his bed that lead to much more. With Victor, well, she didn't even know how it happened. It just did. Maybe Ron had been right about him all along. Maybe he had been using her. But this was not the thing to be thinking about right now, because Draco Malfoy was slowly dropping to his knees, and she could feel his hot breath on her most sensitive area.

Hermione gasped again in surprise when Draco grabbed her thigh, skillfully throwing it onto his shoulder, spreading her for easier access. She looked down at him, her eyes wide in surprise. He wasn't really going to- was that his tongue? That answered her question. Yes, he was.

A small moan escaped her and her head fell back once more against the wall. She could feel his fingers spreading her for better access, and his wet tongue slipping inside of her, tasting her core. It felt incredible. No one had ever done this to her before. It was a brand new feeling, and she was quite quickly beginning to think it was the most amazing, orgasmic thing she'd ever felt. Her breathing became shallow as she attempted to hide her extreme pleasure, but she knew it was pointless. He could taste his effect on her, she knew it.

And taste it he could. Draco's lips curled into a confident smirk as he felt her body tense up. He could hear her irregular breathing, and knew she was trying to hold back the effect his treatment was having on her. And best of all, he'd meant what he'd said before. She tasted delectable. He hated to hold back, because he just wanted to lavish her. He wanted to bring her to a climax. He needed that satisfaction.

Draco slipped his fingers back inside of her, looking to double her pleasure. It worked. Hermione was now having a great deal of trouble hiding how close she was. He could feel her walls tightening again, and he'd never felt anything so wet before. Her juices were practically dripping down his hand. A few more licks, thrusts of his fingers, and a sudden nip of the clit, and he was sure he'd have her for good.

Hermione could taste iron in her mouth, and she realized she'd bitten her lip to the point of bleeding in her attempt to keep quiet. She was losing, badly. She had one hand tangled into her own hair, and the other in his. She didn't even realize she was doing it. Luckily for her, he didn't seem to mind. She didn't know when he'd upped his pace, but she was suddenly aware that he was moving his fingers very quickly inside of her, and his tongue was lapping at her love-lips and juices like he was desperately thirsty. She thought she could handle it. Thought that she would be able to go through with this without completely humiliating her, but all hopes of this flew out the window when she felt his teeth pinch down suddenly and sharply on her clit. She screamed out in surprise and pleasure, and at that same moment, she climaxed.

Draco smirked in satisfaction as he continued to lick her, his tongue lapping at her like a kid trying to eat his melting ice-cream cone. He kept working, slowing his paces again, until he was sure she had come down from her orgasm. He kissed the small patch of hair that was left on her most sensitive area and slowly stood again. What he saw when he looked at her would have given him an erection if he hadn't already have one, he was sure.

Hermione was panting, a light glistening layer of sweat on her forehead. Her hand was still tangled in her hair, as if she'd forgotten how to remove it, and the other hand hung limp at her side, no longer in his hair. The part of her chest that was exposed had a similar layer of beaded sweat, and he felt the sudden urge to lick it off of her. He resisted. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving. He suddenly grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned her to look at him, causing her eyes to immediately snap open and meet his own. What he saw in them was pure fury. She opened her mouth to say how much she hated him, but his lips prevented the words from coming out.

He wanted her to taste herself. He'd enjoyed it, and he wondered if she would, too. He was curious about her true sexual personality. She was a book-worm, and he'd always taken that to mean she was a prude, but hadn't she arrived for a battle in nothing but a mini-skirt and a tank top that showed just the right amount of cleavage to distract him long enough for them to get caved in? Wasn't she the one wearing nothing but that tank top, having just had an incredible orgasm at the works of her worst enemy? There was something else there he'd missed.

Hermione was stunned. She had barely caught her breath when she found her lips being assaulted by his once more. And what was that taste? Was it- yes, it was. It was herself. How embarrassing, and yet, oddly stimulating. She'd never once thought about what she tasted like down there, but at least now she didn't feel bad for allowing him to perform such an act. He'd obviously enjoyed it, and, obviously, she had, too.

Before she realized what she was doing, her hands were searching for the bottom of his shirt. She found the bottom-most button, and she quickly began working on releasing the button from its hold. She released one, then two, then a dozen buttons, and she slid his shirt off of his shoulders, letting it pool at the floor with her skirt and panties. She took a moment to admire his figure, her fingertips feeling over every curve of his abs and pecks. She should have pinned him as the type to have those washboard abs she'd always secretly adored on men. He was obsessed enough with his looks for it.

Draco smirked and pulled his lips away from hers for a moment.

"I hope you're ready for this," he told her, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and lifting it up over her head in one swift movement. He was pleased to see that her bra matched her panties, lacy and a feminine shade of lavender. The clasp was in the front, something he always preferred, and he plucked it apart with one hand. Her breasts popped out of the bra so quickly that Hermione started and looked up at Draco with wide eyes. He just grinned and slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra join the rest of her clothes on the floor.

Hermione stared at him, and then she remembered that he'd spoken, and responded stubbornly, ignoring that she was going weak in the knees.

"I'm sure it won't be anything I can't handle," she told him haughtily. Draco just laughed.

"We'll see about that," he told her, smirking as he began to undo his belt.

Hermione was suddenly holding her breath. This was it. She was naked, and he was about to be. Nothing was going to stop him now. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that he was a man-whore. That he had been with at least a dozen girls a year since the fourth year. She could barely comprehend it. She never thought she would be one of those girls, yet here she stood, ready and waiting for him. Well, waiting, yes, but she didn't know if she'd ever truly be ready.

Draco pulled down his pants and boxers in one, and stepped out of them, kicking them aside to get them out of his way. With that done, he pulled Hermione to him by her waist, his lips returning to hers for what felt like the twelfth time. His hands roamed up her stomach slowly, finding her breasts and giving them the attention he'd been long ignoring. Her nipples were fully erect, and considering the warmth in the cave, he knew it wasn't because she was chilled. He bent down a little and took one of the small peaks into his mouth, kissing it and sucking it for a few moments before moving on to its twin. He heard Hermione moan quietly in pleasure and a smirk appeared on his lips, still wrapped around the small but perky nipple. He stood up again a moment later and lifted Hermione up as he'd done before, and as before, she wrapped her legs around him for support.

Hermione couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her as she felt Draco aligning himself up at her entrance. She braced herself for the intrusion. She hadn't let herself look at him while he was undressing, and hadn't been able to properly judge his size when he was pressed against her, so she had no idea what she was to expect, nor did she want to think about it, so when he slowly began to push inside of her, she gasped and tried her hardest to stay quiet. She didn't need him to know that she'd never had someone so large, or think that she couldn't handle it.

Draco could hardly believe how tight Hermione was. The only girls he'd ever been with that had been this tight had been virgins, and he could already tell that Hermione wasn't, regardless to the fact that she already admitted to such. He did make sure to be careful, though. He didn't know what she was used to, and didn't want to hurt her, not yet at least. Much as Hermione had allowed a small gasp to escape her, Draco let slip a low moan. He could already tell that this was going to be a night he was never going to forget.

Hermione was breathing hard, trying to stay focused on not making a fool of herself in front of Malfoy. She bit her lip and winced a bit when Draco readjusted them against the wall, and her back scraped against the stone slightly. It hurt, but not too badly, and she could tell he'd been trying to be gentle. She appreciated it. And then he started moving inside of her. He was slow at first, but quickly began to speed up. Hermione had never had sex in this position. In fact, she'd only ever had sex in the missionary position before, so she was pleasantly surprised by how it felt. She'd never known sex could feel this good. She rested her head against the wall and decided that it would just be best if she went with it. It was better than wasting what could otherwise be made into incredible sex, right?

Draco was in ecstasy. Hermione was tight, and wet, and warm. She had enough experience to not be scared, but was lacking just the right amount of experience in order for him to be able to feel like he was showing her something brand new. Sex that was meant to be as fun for her as it was for him. He thrust into her, his eyes on her as they'd been when he'd been fingering her. He could see it. She was in heaven. She wanted this as desperately as she didn’t want to want this.

"Uh, Merlin, Hermione," he groaned as he pounded into her hard and fast. She was moaning quietly into his ear, his head resting on her breasts, where he kissed and nipped at the skin, salty with sweat. They were about ten minutes in to their session when Draco decided a change of position was in order. He slowed to a stop and moved her legs from around him so that she was standing again.

Hermione was confused, and her legs were shaking. Why had he stopped? He hadn't finished yet, had he? She somehow didn't think so. She was panting heavily and shamelessly, wondering what he was doing at first, before she saw him spread the close out on the floor and then lay down on top of them, on his back. He pointed a finger at her, a smirk on his lips, and beckoned her forward. She finally got the hint, and walked over to him, her legs still as shaky as they'd ever been. She climbed slowly and carefully on top of him, but didn't know what to do next. She looked at him, her eyes worried and scandalized and guilt-ridden.

Draco understood. She had no idea what to do next. She'd never ridden a man before. He smirked at her, not in his usually arrogant fashion, but more in amusement. He found it cute.

"Just go with it, okay? It'll come to you. Remember, this is all natural. People have been having sex since the beginning of time," he reassured her. Then he leaned up and caught her lips in a kiss before letting his trail down and across her chin, down her neck, and to her chest again. He'd never been so infatuated by a woman's body as he was right now. Carefully, but not slowly, Draco realigned himself at her entrance and took her hips, guiding her down on top of him.

Regardless to his comforting words, he decided it'd be best if he got this started on his own. He began to thrust into her once more, his head going back as he was reintroduced to the pleasure that was her canal.

Hermione groaned as he pumped into her as skillfully as if he did this for a living. 'Hell, he may as well, with how much he probably gets laid,' Hermione thought to herself, before pushing that thought aside. His number was at least a dozen times her own, and that fact was not one she wanted to dwell on. It would ruin the sex. Hermione didn't even realize when her hips began to move in coordination with his own, matching him thrust for thrust. It really was as natural and as easy as he'd made it seem, but her thighs began to burn after just a few minutes. She wasn't sure how long, exactly, because all sense of time was long gone in the cave. Neither of them were wearing watches. For all they knew, it was the next day already.

She was sitting up straight, her hands on his stomach for support as she rode him as hard as she could bare to do, while he pumped into her from beneath. After a few more minutes, she leaned forward, her hands resting on either side of Draco's head to hold her up. Her moaning was mixed with panting, and the occasional scream when he thrust particularly roughly into her just for fun. She was close again. Very close.

Draco could feel her tightening around his shaft again, and knew exactly what that meant. She was going to cum again. A wicked idea hit him, and he stretched his neck up, taking the flesh on her neck between his teeth and biting down. At the same time, he began to pound her, fucking her with all his might. He grinned, his teeth still clenched on her skin, as she moaned out in pleasure, over and over again, her voice music to his ears.

"Cum for me, Hermione. Come on, Granger, I want to feel you cum around me," he spoke dirty to her, having a feeling it would turn her on. Oddly enough, it worked.

Hermione felt like she was going to explode, for real this time. Every muscle in her body was contracting in a way she'd never felt them contract before. She felt lightheaded and dizzy, and could barely see straight. She rested her head on Draco's shoulder and, out of sheer impulse, clenched down on it with her teeth. She would be far too embarrassed to hear the cave echo with the sound of the scream that was soon to escape her.

Draco let out a loud groan when he felt Hermione's teeth on his bare shoulder, but it only made him pound into her harder. He could feel her cumming. Could feel how much wetter her canal suddenly was. He could see her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. He was almost there, himself. In fact, he was more than almost there, he was teetering on the edge of climax. Without warning, he flipped Hermione over on her back and threw both of her legs onto his shoulders, drilling into her at full force. She screamed out in both surprise and tremendous pleasure, and at that same moment, Draco came. He came hard and deep inside of her, and he didn't care about the risks.

Hermione laid under him, if you could call it laying, her legs still up on his shoulder. She carefully moved them to either side of him and stared up at him in awe, panting heavily and sweating horribly. The cave was scorching hot, and their activities didn't help any. As she laid their, staring up at the ceiling of the cave. The whole at the top of the cave that had been providing them with light so far was turning purple. It was getting dark out, and soon they wouldn't have any light at all. She sighed, sobering at the realization. She crawled out from under him and sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. She couldn't believe she'd just done that.

"Its getting dark out. We should get to sleep. Soon we won't be able to see an inch from our noses," she said with another sigh. She began to gather up her clothes, suddenly ashamed of her naked state. As she reached out to grab her bra, she felt a hand on top of hers.

Draco wasn't an idiot. He could tell Hermione was bothered by what they'd just done, but he hated to see it. Not because he cared, but because it was such a buzz kill. He watched her gather her clothes for a moment before he stopped her. He grabbed her hand as she reached for her bra.

"Don't. You don't need them," he told her honestly. He took her clothes from her, which was easy, given her almost numb state, and laid them down on the ground with his own clothes, creating a sort of bed for them to sleep on. When it was finished, he pulled her down onto it with her. She went willingly. Draco pulled her to him.

"I still hate you," Hermione told Draco in barely more than a whisper. He chuckled lightly beside her.

"That's fine. I still hate you, too," he said to her, grinning. "But I have to admit, I've got a whole new respect for you," he added, just to piss her off. But Hermione was too tired to take any offense. She wasn't even listening to him.

She turned onto her side, looking away from him and towards the cave wall. The cave was dark now, and she couldn't see a thing, so she closed her eyes and tried to shut out all thoughts of that day's events. She wanted to sleep. To forget. But she wouldn't be forgetting any time soon.

Draco watched Hermione sleep for a while, taking advantage of the opportunity to admire her body without having to see her blush in embarrassment. She had one of the best figured he'd ever seen. He supposed it was from all those years of running around with the wonder boys. Her narrow waist and her curvy hips would make any man hard if he stared for too long. Even the smooth curve of her bare shoulders turned him in, something he would have never guessed. He traced his hand gently along the naked skin from her shoulder to her wrist, but she didn't stir. She was out cold. He decided he'd better do the same, or else his on-coming erection was going to be the end of him. He closed his eyes and was asleep just moments later.

The next morning, Draco woke with his usual morning inconvenience. Of course, it didn't help that he'd been spooning a beautiful, naked woman the entire night. Hermione was still asleep beside him, and, needing some relief, he decided to wake her up. He trailed his fingers gently down her arm as he'd done the night before. When she still didn't stir, he traced the curve of his hip, not bothering to be subtle. He felt Hermione begin to wake. He smirked and leaned his head in towards her neck, and gently pulled her hair away from it, revealing her soft skin. He trailed light kisses up and down the sensitive flesh. He needed her to be as aroused as he was in order to get her to agree to doing anything like last night again.

Hermione could feel lips on her neck, and was vaguely aware that they were Draco's. She wanted to push him away. To tell him to stop. But she was too tired, and frankly, those lips felt good. She let out the tiniest of moans and her head leaned back, stretching her neck up towards him to give him a larger surface area to continue his treatments on. Draco took the hint.

His kisses turned into light nips and sucking. Hermione gradually turned onto her back, and following her lead, Draco leaned over her, eventually climbing right on top of her to kiss every inch of her, his lips finding hers after a moment. His erection pressed against her core and Draco heard Hermione moan in surprise against his lips. He grinned and removed his lips from hers again, trailing them down her jaw line, down her neck, and to her breasts, sucking her hard peaks into his mouth one at a time, causing her to moan more. He was more than ready for her, but he wanted her to be just as ready for him. His hand traveled down from her waist to between her legs and his fingers began to play with the moist opening.

Hermione figured out rather quickly where Draco was expecting this to go. She wanted nothing more than to stop him. To end things before they could get any worst, but she couldn't find the words to do so. She enjoyed his touch, and she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. His fingers were inside of her now, and she moaned out in pleasure as he pumped them harder and faster.

Draco could hardly stand it. She was so tight. So wet. He needed to have her, now. He pulled his fingers out from her core and tasted them for a moment. He grinned down at the girl underneath him. She barely had time to be embarrassed before his lips were on hers again, allowing her to taste herself again. He kissed her with a lust-filed passion as he slid inside of her.

Hermione channeled all her energy into the kiss, her tongue fighting his as if for her very life. His presence inside of her humiliated her and infuriated her all at once. He was thick, and long, and everything it took to pleasure a woman, and she hated him for it. Draco broke the kiss and his teeth clenched down on her neck like hers had done to his the night before. She screamed out in response to the orgasmic pain, and with his lips no longer occupying her own, she continued to moan and scream, loudly. She'd given up all hope of keeping her bliss hidden.

Draco could barely restrain his amusement at the fact that Hermione was being so loud this morning, when she'd fought so hard to stay quiet the night before. He pounded into her brutally, looking to make this a quick shag, unlike the drawn out one the night before. He'd been making a point then, but now, he was just looking for some relief. As Hermione moaned and screamed in ecstasy, Draco groaned and thrust as hard as he could. So hard, in fact, that the noises the two of them were making drowned out the sound of the rocks blocking the cave's entrance moving away.

Harry Potter just couldn't accept what everyone had told him. Hermione wasn't dead. She couldn't be. She was alive, and he just had to go and find her. He was positive that Hermione was still inside of that cave, alive and hungry and alone. He found the cave that the attack had taken place in the night before, to find it completely covered in boulders. He began to levitate them aside. When he moved one of the bottom rocks away, he found Hermione's wand, broken and useless. It was no wonder she hadn't made it out on her own. She'd had no wand. But that meant that Hermione and Malfoy were in there alone! He knew he needed to get in there, and fast.

After moving a particularly large boulder, everything on top of it tumbled down and away from the cave's entrance. Harry had to duck out of the way to not get crushed, and the commotion finally got the attention of the shagging pair.

Hermione was on top of Draco now, taking the fucking into her own hands. She'd felt like nothing more than an object underneath him, and wanted to take control of the situation. She rode him hard and fast, working up a thin layer of sweat. But then she heard something. Something loud. Her head whipped over towards what had once been to entrance to the cave, only to find it was again an entrance. And, to her horror, Harry was standing there. Well, he wasn't so much standing as he was getting back onto his feet. He'd apparently fallen over when the rocks hand fallen down again.

Hermione's heart stopped. Harry hadn't seen them yet, but it was only a matter of time. Time froze as Hermione began to contemplate her options. She only had three seconds, max, before he realized what was happening. There was no helping the fact that they were both naked, but if she got off of him, maybe it wouldn't look so bad. It was hot. Excruciatingly hot. That was enough reason for them to be nude and sweating, right?

Draco came to the same conclusion as Hermione at precisely the same moment, so it was no surprise to him when Hermione jumped off of him and grabbed her clothes from under him, attempting to cover herself. But Draco didn't give a damn. Why should he care if Potter caught him shagging his beloved Granger? He just laid there, content, displayed for all to see in all his erected glory. Why not show off in the process? Make Potter a little jealous? The whole incident was a giant joke to the blonde haired, steel eyed boy.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Literally, he did not believe it. Had he just seen what he thought he'd seen. Had Hermione really just climbed off of Malfoy's… He suddenly felt sick. He just stared at Hermione, not caring that he was seeing her naked (the article of clothing she was attempting to cover herself with was a tiny tank top that didn't cover much). He didn't even care that he was seeing Malfoy standing at full attention. He'd remember to be traumatized for life by that later. After gulping, Harry found his voice again.

"Her… Hermione?" he asked as if he wasn't sure it was even her, his voice rough because his mouth and throat had gone suddenly dry. If there was one thing he didn't understand above everything else that was staring him in the face right now, it was the fact that he felt himself growing excited.