She begged him for more, she begged him for pain, for him to sink deep inside of her and cum. She begged him to do it again, to hurt her, to use her—she begged him for anything and everything, wanting only more of his touch, more of that heady power running over her flesh like warm fingers, more of that fierce delight he gave her with every touch, every nip of his sharp teeth, every brush of his sensitive fingers. More and more and more until she would be nothing but pleasure, lost in it entirely. Begged him as he'd dreamed she would beg him, her words urgent and breathless, promising him anything he wanted if he would just give her what she asked.

He did, one hand pulling her hair to bare her slender throat to his teeth and hips straining as her body milked him dry. There's nothing pretty about a strong orgasm, muscles straining, sweat dripping, pulses pounding—they ended in a knot together, her slender body entwined around his lean one as they both climaxed, the power surging so strongly that it crackled between them.

Draco lay slumped atop her as the throbbing pleasure slowly faded, his hand relaxing his hold on her hair and his cheek pressed to hers.

"Kiss me, Draco," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair.

He lifted his head and looked at her.

She had the replete, exhausted look of a woman well satisfied. Her skin glowed with a pink flush, her brown eyes sparkled, the golden flecks swimming like jewels against them. She smiled at him, a true smile that made her suddenly very pretty.

He kissed her, his tongue gently probing the raw skin of her lips where he'd bitten her so fiercely earlier.

"Again," she murmured when he pulled back.

Draco almost did so, but stopped, his brows pulling together.

"What exactly is going on here, Granger?" he tightly asked, not at all liking her lazy smile.

"I told you that you didn't want to do this, Draco," Hermione said, brushing his hair back from his damp brow. "I tried to warn you…"

"What are you talking about?" he demanded, lifting himself up on his hands to stare down at her.

"Did you even bother to research what you are?" she asked, and laughed a little. "Did your father not tell you?"

"You'd better tell me what you're talking about, Granger," Draco hissed.

"The first time an incubus uses his powers on a woman there can be side-effects," Hermione said, and for once managed not to sound like a total know-it-all. The way she kept stroking his cheek and throat was distracting to say the least, and he frowned, concentrating on her words. "The first time an incubus or succubus uses their powers during sex they can be accidentally love-struck by the person they use to bring their powers to fruition."

"So?" Draco shortly said, pinning her hand to keep her from touching him, momentarily sidetracked and not understanding why. Somewhere between the orgasm and now the situation had shifted, and he was not happy with it at all.

"Well, it's only in special cases," Hermione said, and with a smug smile he knew all too well, she added, "When their first victim is a virgin."

He went utterly still on top of her, his wide eyes slowly narrowing as a quiet, deadly rage reared its ugly head. He thought of her hesitation earlier in the evening, when she told him she knew he was an incubus. She'd been about to give him a very good reason why he shouldn't use her as he'd planned.

But she'd changed her mind.

"You let me do this to you," he lowly said, more angry with her than he'd ever been in his life.

"I figured it was worth the price," she softly said, and there was real affection in her for him, a result of being incubus-struck. "At least now I have some measure of control over you."

He was off of her before she'd even finished her sentence, angrily righting his clothes, too furious to even speak yet. His plan had backfired—oh, yes, he'd humiliated her, he'd broken her just like he'd wanted to, he'd had her at his beck and call like a whore, had her begging him just like he'd imagined. But she'd twisted it, this great victory of his, and had somehow come out the winner.

"It doesn't have to be a bad thing, Draco," she said, scooting off of the table and quickly pulling on her skirt, and then the torn pieces of her blouse, watching him pace and work himself into a true temper. "You're an incubus—now that you've awakened your powers fully you'll either have to be bound to someone or you'll need someone to feed off of. With both of us struck by the other you might as well use me, and since your power has had me so well I even want it now."

"Right, but the more I have you, the more struck you become, and the more struck I become," he tightly said, pausing to watch her button what buttons remained and use the tie to hold the blouse marginally together. He was fascinated with her now and shouldn't be, tore his gaze away only with some difficulty.

"There's hardly any help for it," Hermione said, matter of fact. She spied her wand and retrieved it with a little exclamation of discovery.

"You did this on purpose, you hateful bitch!" he spat, as disbelieving as he was angry. More disbelieving because she was just going to walk right out as if nothing had even happened, as poised now as she ever had been, if only a little disheveled. Only her slight flinching as her heavy robes came down on her back betrayed that anything truly degrading had happened to her.

"Of course I did," she said, matter-of-fact, straightening her robes. "If you'd done this to anyone else you might truly have made a mess of things. At least I knew what I was getting in to."

He stared at her, so angry he was trembling. But when she came to him and went up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, he responded with a hunger that chased everything away. He was only dimly aware of her laughingly saying, "Not now, Draco, we've got classes in a few hours." When she pushed on his wrists he found he was clutching her tightly, and released her with an angry curse.

"Granger," he called, pausing her as she left. "Is there any way we can break it, this thing that's happened? Have you read anything in your books?"

"Perhaps," Hermione said, turning back to face him. She cocked her head and an impish smile curved her lips. "Why should I tell you? Now that you're as struck by me as I am by you, you can't order me about, so don't try."

Draco blushed and asked, "What do I have to do to get you to tell me, Granger?"

Her eyes sparkled with amusement and she licked her lips, making his pulse suddenly pound in his ears and he couldn't help thinking that he could have done far worse with far little result.

"Oh, I don't know, Draco, maybe…" she paused, considering, and then smirked and turned around.

Just as she walked away, she said over her shoulder, "Beg."

Thank you, everyone--I hope you liked the ending, I know I did. That completes this story, time to think of another!