Sorry it's been a while since I've updated. I've been busy, but I hope you guys like this chapter and I'll will try to update the next one as soon as I can. Hopefully I'll be able to push out a couple of chapters before school starts in September. Enjoy!

Malfoy was really milking his wound for all it was worth. It really didn't hurt that much. It was after all only a stab or two. But living so comfortably was hard to leave behind after everything he had been through. He enjoyed being fussed over by Granger. Her little hands tenderly cleaning his injuries. He had difficulty controlling his breathing at times. The scar on his face however, irked him a bit more. His beautiful face. His perfect unblemished skin had been a source of pride for him. Now, alongside the dark mark, another scar etched away at his perfection. Life was cruel. Ironically, it was Granger that was making it bearable for him.

It was weird. He had forgotten to be angry at Granger the moment she saved his ass. And when he had remembered the reason he was even with her, he couldn't evoke the same resentment he had felt back at the prison. Malfoy peered at her from his bed; she was bustling around the kitchen, probably preparing his next meal. At the prison, there were times when he imagined his meeting with her. In his visions, he would throw her against a wall and take her right there and then. Now, as he sat there gazing at her, all he wanted to do was hold her near him. How unreasonably un-Malfoy like. He didn't want to think about this. In all honesty, he just wanted to sate his carnal desires and then he would be ready to leave. That was it.

Hermione was pretending to busy herself in the kitchen. Besides cleaning his wound, she didn't want to be in the same room with him unnecessarily. It made her feel feeling she really didn't want to feel. Hermione was scared that if she spent more time with him, she would develop feelings for him that she shouldn't. Even now, she put too much thought into him. Cleaning his wounds was sometimes too much for her. Hermione had to use all her willpower to control her trembling hands. She hoped he hadn't noticed. He would probably snicker at her and enjoy her discomfort. His smooth skin under her fingertips, it was electric. She tried to be as gentle as she could and always let her fingers linger a bit longer than they should have. This was really insane. Because after all this was over and done with, he would just be on his merry way. He probably wouldn't even remember everything she did for him. Oh God, screw it. Who cares what the prick thinks. Hermione pushed all thoughts of him to the back of her mind. She didn't want to think about how he made her feel. She glanced at him and caught his eye. She quickly looked away, but continued to feel his gaze on her. As much as she tried to deny it, she liked the attention he gave her. She also liked giving him attention. But that was what scared her. She didn't just want to give in to her bodily desires. That was not the kind of position she put herself in. If she opened herself up to him in anyway, he would certainly just hurt her. That's what Draco Malfoy did - hurt people.

Hermione head snapped up when she heard a rapping on her front door.

Before she could ask who it was, an agitated voice called out, "Open up, it me Ginny." Hermione unlocked her door and opened it to see a harried looking Ginny. Side stepping Hermione, she made her way and slumped down on a chair.

"Sorry I didn't come sooner but I've been busy and – "started to explain Ginny but Hermione put a hand up.

"It's alright, really. He hasn't given me any trouble." Said Hermione softly.

Ginny narrowed her eyes disbelievingly and looked warily toward the room Malfoy currently occupied and shrugged "Well, trouble's coming to you babe. That's what I rushed her to tell you. Harry told me yesterday, they're sending aurors out to investigate. He mentioned they were sending one to question you."

"WHAT?" yelled a shocked Hermione, "Why would I know anything?"

"Well apparently, being his psychologist warrant you to some knowledge of his whereabouts."Answered Ginny.

Hermione scowled, "Well that's just silly. What am I supposed to do now?"

"You could send him on his merry little way," offered Ginny and then frowned, "Besides, he should have healed by now. What are you keeping him here for, cozying up to him or something?"

Hermione blushed and stammered, "of course not. I j-just, I don't know."She glanced into her room to see Malfoy still eyeing her. She turned back to Ginny who was looking at her expectantly and sighed.

"Malfoy, come here." She called out. To her surprise, he obeyed her. Slowly and with great effort, Malfoy made his way toward them, grunting here and there.

Hermione eyes furrowed with concern, but Ginny just rolled her eyes.

"Please stop the dramatics. I know you've healed by now." Snapped Ginny.

"I may be healed but that doesn't cancel out my pain." Gritted out Malfoy nastily but straightened himself out a bit anyways. He didn't want to look too pathetic. He glimpsed a look at the somber faces of Hermione and Ginny and immediately knew something was up.

Glowering, he asked, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Hermione tried to think of a nice way to put "we're kicking you out" but Ginny saved her the effort with a simple answer, "You have to leave."

Malfoy looked dumbstruck at first but his look of confusion was quickly replaced by a scowl.

"I'm not going anywhere."Malfoy snarled. He looked at Hermione, who was staring at the kitchen tiles, feigning fascination.

Ginny continued unperturbed, "You must. For your safety and Hermione's. Aurors are coming to check this place out. We can't keep you here anymore. I think Hermione's has been more than fair by even letting you into her house, let alone not reporting you to the proper authorities."

Hermione looked up and murmured, "It really wasn't that much trouble." Malfoy tried to catch her eyes but she seemed keen on avoiding his.

Draco signed and let his shoulders droop. This was the end of his vacation. "Alright, alright. I'll leave, but I may come back." Hermione finally looked up at him, eyes wide. He took the chance to wink at her and smirk. She blushed and looked away quickly again. What was wrong with her, was she that embarrassed by him?

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Keep telling yourself that. Well okay kids, I'm gonna get going then. Busy day," she said starting for the door, then she looked back at Malfoy, serious expression on her face, "You're out by the end of the day. Got it?"

"Yeah sure. I got it." Answered Malfoy resignedly. Ginny gave him and stern look and left the apartment.

It was just the two of them now, alone in the apartment, and Malfoy was beyond feigning injuries anymore. He looked at Hermione, who was shuffling her feet awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Well, he knew what to do.

"Granger," Malfoy's deep voice snapped her out of her daze. He was staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face. It made her slightly uncomfortable.

Walking toward her slowly he said in a husky voice, "We don't have a lot of time."

Hermione's heart started beating faster and she took a step back only to bump into her couch. He was staring at her hungrily. She was reminded of the time he had kissed her in his prison cell. She swallowed and licked her dry lips, "For what?"

To fuck your brains out. "For this-" Malfoy said as he grabbed Hermione roughly and drew her closer to him. He stared at her, eyes shining with lust. She stared back wide eyed, her heart thumping at the speed of light. She licked her lips again, and it was like an invitation to Malfoy, who glanced down at her lips. They were unbearably close and yet he remained perfectly still. Hermione closed the distanced. She had kissed him. Malfoy seemed surprised by this and remained stock still. Hermione however was too excited to stop now, gathering all of her courage she leaned into him and wove her arms around his neck, pulling his face closer. She kissed his lips again and ran her tongue over his upper lip. This seemed to revive Malfoy, who responded fiercely to make up for his earlier state of paralysis. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her face up to look into her eyes once more before devouring her lips. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and Hermione moaned, welcoming the intrusion. Her moan made his hard on throb. He pushed his length into her stomach, so she could feel him. Feeling his hardness, made Hermione mad with desire. It was nice to feel so wanted.

Breaking the kiss, Malfoy said in a low voice, "I've wanted this since you left me in that dump. Now nothing is going to stop me from taking what I want."

Hermione bit her bottom lips and giggled, "No one's stopping you." She captured his lips again, thrusting her tongue in and out, exploring his mouth, and savoring his taste. Malfoy moaned into the kiss before breaking it again. Hermione whimpered in protest but could only mew in response as Malfoy began to gently nip and kiss the tender skin of her neck and jaw bone. His hands worked deftly to remove her plain white cotton shirt and stroke the smooth skin underneath. His fingers roamed over the plains of her back and stomach, sending shivers down her spine. His hands unclipped her bra and threw it aside. His tongue traced its way down to her nipple and flicked it. She arched into him moaning and wrapped her legs around his waist. Malfoy carefully brought her round the couch and gently placed her on it, admiring his work. She was flushed, breathing heavily. Her nipples were hard like little mountain peaks and her eyes were coated in lustful want. Hermione had thrown all caution to the wind and was past the point of no return. She bucked into him to signal for him to continue. He continued his ministration to her delighted pleasure. She couldn't take it anymore. She tore at his shirt and fumbled to unzip his pants. Malfoy smirked and grabbed both of her hands, bringing them above her neck. He kissed her lips tenderly before pulling off this shirt and removing his pants, leaving on only his boxers. She tugged down her skirt and stared at his godlike body while trying to control her breathing.

"Beautiful…" she murmured and Malfoy smirked again. She traced the muscles in his abdomen and followed it down to the band of his boxers. His breath hitched as she dipped her hand in and smiled mischievously.

She grabbed the length of him and her eyes widened in shock. He was big! Biting her lips, she gently fisted him and tugged at his cock. His eyes fluttered closed and his face scrunched up. Hermione quickly released him and looked at him questioningly.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

Malfoy breathed deeply and managed to growl, "No, and you better continue."

Hermione smiled impishly, now understanding he had enjoyed that immensely. She wriggled out from underneath him and got on top of him to straddle him. She grinded her wet sex into his hard on and pecked him on the lips, on his chin, his collarbone, his nipple, stomach, naval. She stopped just at the waist band of his boxers and grabbed it with her teeth, pulling it down to reveal his towering cock. He stared at her in enthrallment, barely able to breathe. She looked at him full in the eye as she placed her mouth on his cock. She licked the tip, and licked gently, outlining the vein that led to the base of his dick. As she kissed her way back up, he shuddered with pleasure. Forming an "O" shape with her lips, she took the base of his cock into her mouth and pushed down with her tongue. Moaning, Malfoy grabbed the back of her head, twisting her curls in between his fingers. She fisted his cock and tugged upward in a twisting motion as she bobbed her head up and down to suck him.

Malfoy couldn't remember ever feeling so good in his life. His was on fire, his senses were heightened. Her tongue and warm mouth felt so wonderful. With all the self control he possessed, he pulled her head up and looked her in the eye, "I don't want it to be over so quickly."

She gave his cock one more kiss before sidling up to capture his mouth once more. Fully embraced, he flipped her over, so she was underneath him. Tweaking her nipple with one hand, he used his other so deftly remove her panties. He played with her folds and tested her wetness. She was more than ready for him. He stroked a finger down her sensitive clit, earning a loud moan from her, and swiftly plunged a finger into her slick pussy. He inserted another finger, and her walls clenched around his fingers. She was abnormally tight.

He stared at her strangely, unmoving. She bucked against his fingers impatiently.

He swallowed and said hoarsely, "Hermione, are you a virgin." She looked at him in surprise and then flushed.

"Yes- but I want it." She said still scarlet. He let out a husky growl before slanting his lips over hers and continuing his fingering, using his thumb to massage her clit. She writhed underneath him in pleasure.

She looked at Malfoy, who was staring back at her, his face scrunched up in concentration. She knew he needed release too. Stroking his flushed cheek, she said softy, "It's ok, and I'm ready."

Biting his lips, he breathed out. He pulled his fingers out of her soaking sex, and placed the tip of cock at her wet entrance. She groaned as she entered her, stretching her painfully. He bit down on her neck and continued to massage her clit to take her mind of the pain. She was so tight; he didn't know how long he would last. He pulled out slowly, and Hermione immediately felt empty. He plunged into her smoothly, her walls still clenching down on him. Hermione's breathing became erratic as she was caught between pleasure and pain. Malfoy continued to slowly move in and out, getting Hermione accustomed to his length. Soon enough, the initial pain had ebbed away and her desire to be filled came back. She bucked her hips to meet with Malfoy's stroke, who was sweating with effort. Realizing that she was past the pain, Malfoy thrust into her faster and harder this time. He lost all control as she moaned in pleasure. He began thrusting more roughly, faster and harder, to fill his own desires. She met him at every stroke, screaming and begging for him to take her harder. He could feel his own climax coming as she had hers, and she spasmed underneath him, and her walls clenched uncontrollably around his cock.

Hermione had never known such pleasure. She never would've guessed her childhood enemy would be the one to give it to her. As her own orgasm melted away, she concentrated on making his just as good.

Stroking his back, she brought her face up and whispered in his ear, "Draco, I want you to come inside me."

Malfoy let out a low groan and began thrusting into her spastically. She wrapped her legs around his waist and continued gently stroking his spine.

"Say my name again." He blustered, near his climax.

Staring him fully in the eyes, she moaned his name, "Draco," And kept repeating it till he busted in her, panting uncontrollably. He collapsed on top of her drained by their passionate activity.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, and whispered into her ear, "You're so beautiful." Before closing his eyes and falling asleep. She too fell asleep in his arms feeling completely satisfied.

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