A/N: Here she is – the final chapter. Hope it meets your expectations, she prays, biting her fingernails

Draco entered Hermione's pretty bedroom after her, having taken a quick detour to his own room to fling unnecessary clothes and shoes inside.

When he entered her bedroom for the first time, she marvelled at how crowded her room seemed with him in it. It wasn't really. But his height, his body, his subtle sandalwood scent and aura of confidence filled her room like a balloon and she felt almost physically surrounded by him. Oh, gods...

He ambled gracefully to her window seat and sat casually against the darkened window. Hermione noted he'd removed his shoes, robes and jumper; now he tugged his tie down and undid the top buttons of his shirt. He devoted time to his sleeves, rolling them up. The picture of relaxation. He could have been waiting for a bus.

After staring at him for a bit, Hermione pulled off her own robes, jumper, tie and shoes; noting with a blush that her attempts at casual grace only resulted in her ponytail getting caught in her jumper.

Wrenching it free and shaking her hair out (missing the pale blush that rose on Draco's cheeks), Hermione pulled her shirt of out her skirt's waistband and undid the buttons until the shape of her cleavage peeked tantalisingly through - she felt like she was choking. Then, standing in front of Draco and boldly (if she dared say so herself) meeting his grey gaze, she slowly wiggled out of her panties and dropped them to the floor before him.

Draco's lips parted at the sight. It took a lot of effort to drag his eyes away from the tempting confection. But what Hermione did next certainly helped.

She sat on the bed, legs apart, facing him. With one hand, she slowly pulled the hem of her skirt up over her thighs, baring her golden skin to the waist. With the other, she brushed fingers through the small cluster of curls at her apex, then sank them deep into her pussy. A moan escaped her mouth and the sound shot straight to Draco's groin. He bit down on his tongue, not wanting to distract her. Or scare her.

Collecting her toy, she stared straight at Draco while she slowly licked the phallus from base to tip, like an ice cream.

Draco's resolve crumbled and he let out a breath. "Dear Gods," he muttered and palmed his erection through his trousers.

Hermione spat on the head of the vibrator and slowly fed it into her mouth. Draco was mesmerised.

She wrapped her sticky fingers around the base, and when she was sure it was nice and wet, she popped it out of her mouth and twisted the base. It immediately sprang into life, and Draco's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

"Show me," he murmured, leaning forward.

Hermione didn't want to tease herself anymore. She wanted a fat, hungry cock filling her, fucking her, splitting her open. She pressed the phallus inside her pussy and it slid in easily. The tremors suffused her body and she moaned in need. She was already close – playing and displaying herself for Draco aroused her immensely, much to her surprise. The magic of the vibrator and the intensity at which Draco stared at her - rubbing himself - made for a heady experience.

She pulled the wet phallus from her cunt and pushed it in again, over and over, moaning in need every time. Her head was flung back and her curls cascaded over her shoulders to the bed. Her thighs trembled and her breath sounded harsh in her lungs. Her orgasm built low in her body, and she played with her clitoris, begging for her orgasm to release her.

"Oh, gods..." she gasped, knowing she was near.

"I want to see you come," Draco commanded in a low voice. "Show me how you come, Hermione."

"Gods!"

His words sent her spiralling into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. It went on for ages; her pretty cunt clutching the vibrator in a death grip and she didn't want to let go, ever.

Slowly, her euphoria subsided. She eased the vibrator out of her body and switched it off. It glistened with the evidence of her obvious enjoyment.

Long, cool fingers took it from her, startling her.

Draco brought the vibrator to his lips and licked it clean.

"Your taste is sublime," he whispered, looking like a satisfied man.

Nonplussed, she said "Well, that's what you do with it."

Draco nodded. "Why did you transfigure one, if I might ask?"

Hermione fell back on her bed. "Because I haven't been able to orgasm with a guy."

"How many have you had?"

She swallowed. "Two."

The corner of Draco's mouth quirked up. "The right guy might be just around the corner, you know. Someone who sees to your desires first and foremost before permitting himself his own pleasure."

She slowly sat up. They stared at each other.

Then Hermione whispered: "Is that guy you?"

Draco blinked slowly. "Yes. If you want it to be me."

Time stretched between them.

Then Draco pulled out his wand and incanted "Finite Incantatum." In a trice, Hermione's meaty vibrator disappeared and her lovely wand lay in its place. She was never so glad to see an inanimate object before in her life, and fell on it with joy. She hugged it close to her body.

"No obligations, Hermione. It would give me great pleasure to know your body and make you feel good. I just hope you want the same thing."

Hermione slowly pulled herself up from the bed and on orgasm-wobbly legs, tottered to the window seat and stood between Draco's. Leaning down, she kissed his lips, tasting a little bit of herself.

"Yes," she whispered.

They almost argued about who needed to remove their clothes first. The divesting consisted of a frantic flurry of desperate kisses and hands and elbows which got in each other's way.

Naked, Hermione kneeled in front of Draco and carefully pulled his erection out of his briefs. Oh Merlin and all his little pixies, it was good. It was good! Over seven inches of warm, heavy flesh lay in her hand and oh boy, did she want it filling and stretching her! In and out. Over and over.

But first...

Draco's vision narrowed to a pinprick when Hermione's warm wet mouth engulfed his cock. Her hands met her mouth's rhythm, stroking him firmly. Pulling her hair into a messy bun with his shaking hands, he watched Hermione work his cock and he could barely believe he was standing here.

His balls began to tingle, and with regret he slowly pulled himself out of her mouth. Picking her up and kissing her deeply, he laid her on her bed and settled at her centre. Spreading her legs with his hands, he speared his tongue inside her, drinking deep.

Hermione's body trembled and she cried out, demanding, begging for more. He placed his thumb on her clitoris and rubbed it until she wailed and her channel flooded with wetness. Draco was a man in heaven.

"I need your cock, Draco," Hermione gasped, reaching up and pulling him towards her. Instead, he smiled and flipped her over, bringing her to her knees on the edge of the bed. He dragged his eager cock through her wetness, from her clit to the pucker of her arse.

"I want to make love to you," Draco confessed in a rough voice. "But right now, I have to fuck you. Hard and fast."

"Gods, yes," Hermione begged, shaking her derriere at him. "Do it!"

He surged in, hard and deep, alarmed by Hermione's initial scream but emboldened by her moves, slapping her arse hard against him, begging him for more. Anchoring her hips with his hands, he pulled out – and surged back in to her tight and greedy cunt. He'd never felt anything so beautiful before. Hot, wet, and so damn fucking tight. And so he told her, over and over, lips against her ear, how good she felt until he felt her core begin to ripple for her orgasm. It undid him.

He held on for as long as he could while her beautiful body gripped his. When she called out his name at the peak of her desire, he came, harder than he'd ever come before, filling her body. Giving everything he had to her.

Now it was quiet.

The pair lay in Hermione's bed, safe, warm and scourgified beneath the sheets. Hermione reached for Draco's body, and he drew her close. Her smaller body nestled perfectly against his.

"I'm not letting you go," he whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere without you," she whispered back. "We have so many more sex positions to try out! Surely you can't be brilliant at all of them."

Draco chuckled into her bare shoulder. "I guess we'll just have to research and test every single one."

"Good," Hermione said sleepily. Then she opened an eye. "And now you won't have to wank in the shower anymore!"

Draco groaned. "You heard those?"

Hermione giggled. Kissing the tip of his nose, she whispered "Thanks for helping with my wand."

He smiled. "Thanks for transfiguring it in the first place," he replied. Then he had a thought. "Can you buy vibrators in Muggle shops?"

"Some sell them, yeah."

"I think we should buy one," Draco decided. "I have a feeling we can have a lot of fun with it..."

The end

A/N: thanks very much for reading my little story; hope you liked it! With love, NeverNik xx