I spent the morning in his room, going through each and every book, trying to find anything that could help me in my quest to save Draco.

I persuaded him to stay in bed and eat his breakfast, even though he was insistent he needed to get to the Room of Requirement.

"What you need is rest and fuel." I ordered firmly. "The task can wait one day. If you kill yourself trying to work on it then Voldemort has won either way."

He flinched. "Don't... don't say his name."

I was about to quote Harry's favourite Dumbledore saying about fear of a name, when I quickly bit my tongue, feeling pretty sure that Draco would not have appreciated it.

So, I sighed and turned back to my copy of Dark Magic, Black Magic: What's the Difference?

Turns out, not a lot.

A movement behind me told me Draco was getting out of bed. I spun around in the chair, ready to reprimand him like some bossy nurse.

"And just where do you think you're going?" I scolded just as he began to head towards the bathroom.

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me, his lips curving into a smirk. "For a shower, Granger. Care to join me?"

The effect was instantaneous - heat rising to my cheeks, blood rushing southwards.

"I- uh- I-" I quickly turned back to the desk, hiding my face. "I just reached an interesting part in this book actually-"

"Relax," he chuckled, "it was just a suggestion. Perhaps another time..."

Oh Merlin, how I wanted to. How I really, really wanted to follow him into the bathroom and take off all my clothes and kiss him and touch him and...

But that was just it, despite what happened between us the previous weekend, I wasn't sure I was ready to see his... thing.

I could feel my face flush just at the thought of it. The only one I'd ever seen was a diagram in a book, complete with labels telling me what was what and it's purpose. I was an expert in one way and a complete novice in another.

As the shower began to run, I couldn't help but imagine him removing his clothes and stepping beneath the spray of steaming water. I wondered if he masturbated much. Would he be doing it right now whilst I was sat in his room?

And then to my horror, I started to wonder if Ron and Harry did it too, and my mind became full of disturbing and unwanted images.

Merlin, what was wrong with me? I began to fan my face with my hand, ashamed of myself for abandoning a book to think about boys and their penises.

I looked back down and tried to concentrate on the words, but the sound of the running shower was distracting me too much. All I could think about was the boy underneath it.

This was not helping.

So, I decided to stretch my legs and have a little snoop around his room. But sadly there was not much to see, no secret diary in his bedside cabinet or pornographic magazine stashed under his bed.

This was disappointing, I could have done with taking a peek at one to prepare myself.

"Lost something, Granger?"

I went to duck back out from under his bed, but in my haste, ended up banging my head painfully on the frame.

"Oh holy mother of-" I cursed, pressing my hand against the back of my head to try and stem the pain.

I looked up to see him not only chuckling, but standing there in nothing but a towel, which hung extremely low around his waist.

Oh my.

"Just looking for my uh- wand." I said weakly, trying not to look directly at his pubic region where wisps of thick wiry blonde hair were peeking out from over the top of his towel.

"You mean the one that is still sitting on my night stand?"

He was smirking now, his sinewy arms folded across his chest and eyes glinting cockily as they surveyed me with interest.

"If you are looking to discover any more secrets," he continued, amusement in every tone of his voice, "then I'm afraid you are all out of luck. You know everything there is to know about me."

"That's not true," I said lightly, still rubbing my head. "That's not true at all. For instance, I don't even know if you have a pet dog at home."

"I don't. But you do know I have peacocks."

Oh, Merlin, he shouldn't have said that word. My eyes darted back down to his crotch and I felt my face flame.

Frowning, he followed my gaze. "Is my lack of clothing making you nervous?"

I was surprised to detect a note of genuine concern in his voice instead of the mocking arrogant tone I'd become accustomed to.

"No," I assured him at once, my heart racing at a quickened pace in my chest, "it's okay, really."

"It's just..." he said, running a hand down along his jaw as he stared at me thoughtfully, "I have to say I'm just a little surprised, given what happened the other day. You didn't seem shy... far from it, in fact."

"In my defence, you were wearing a lot more." I explained, still averting my gaze. "It was me who wasn't."

"So it is me," he said, realisation in his tone. "Look, I'll go and put some clothes on-"

"No, please, it's fine," I said quickly, embarrassed by my prudishness. And then, suddenly feeling the need to be honest rather than dance around the issue, I blurted out the truth. "It's just that I've never seen the male form in full before. And I'm not sure what it- it's just that- I've just never seen it..."

He slowly raised an eyebrow. "I can show you, if you want? It doesn't have to be awkward."

I hesitated, not knowing how to answer, because a huge part of me wanted to see all of him very much, but another part was terrified.

"I- I don't know," I blushed. "Maybe?"

His hands went straight to his towel, and I suddenly found myself sucking in a short, sharp breath. His fingers froze, his eyes meeting mine.

"Tell me what you're thinking first," he said slowly. "I won't do this if it's making you uncomfortable."

"I'm thinking that I won't know where to look," I said honestly. "Or that I won't know what to say. Also, as little as I am experienced in the sex department, I'm pretty sure this isn't how most people act. For one, we're standing at opposite ends of the room and there's a bed between us."

A smirk twitched at his lips, and, leaving his towel where it was, he opened out his arms. "Come here. I won't touch the towel, however, if you want to, I won't object."

I couldn't resist, my lips tugging helplessly into a smile as I moved quickly across the room to him, my body instantly relaxing against his as he wrapped me into his fierce embrace. Still wet from the shower, his skin felt damp to touch, but I didn't care, and suddenly I didn't feel quite so shy anymore.

I tilted my face up and he instantly caught my lips in his, kissing me sweetly and softly as he cupped a hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"It would actually be a big favour to me," he chuckled against my lips, "if you kiss me a bit more before dropping my towel. I want you to see me at my best... if you know what I mean."

I squealed as he picked me up and threw me down onto the bed where he instantly crawled on top of me and resumed our kissing. Things intensified as tongues hungrily explored and hands grew more frisky, roaming up and down each other's bodies, stroking, groping, grabbing.

This was more like it, I realised, the burn in my core making me feel once again bold. And, as we lay on our sides, facing each other, I reached for his towel, ready to see everything.

"Here, let me," Draco rasped, when my fingers slipped and fumbled unsuccessfully, trying and failing to locate the fold.

I held my breath as, in one swift movement, he whipped it away, baring all for me to see.

"Oh!" I gasped, not being able to tear my eyes away from between his legs, where sat - what I could only describe as - something that resembled a very large frozen sausage.

"See, not so terrifying... I hope?" He enquired, half smiling as his pale eyes searched mine expectantly.

"It's um- well, it's certainly... different," I said diplomatically, searching my mind for a suitable compliment.

He gave me a long hard stare. "Hermione Granger, the girl who normally has an opinion on every infuriating thing in the classroom - right down to the quality of my work, yet when it comes to complimenting my cock, all she can say is it's different?!"

"Well, what do you want me to say?" I shrugged, returning his stare with a defiant look, "I've only got a pencil diagram to compare it to, I really can't add much else. Besides, I didn't recall you saying anything about my breasts."

"Fuck, you have amazing tits," he drawled, his eyes containing a hungry look as they slid down to my chest. "The best, in fact. Although... I might need a little reminder."

He playfully reached out and fingered the top button of my blouse, his eyes flicking back up, looking for permission to go ahead.

"Perhaps it would be fairer if I had less on," I agreed, my lips twitching coyly. "Seeing as you so graciously de-robed for my benefit."

I'd barely got to the end of my sentence when he'd undone the last button, sucking in a sharp breath as he greedily eyed my red push up bra.

"As good as this looks on you," he growled hoarsely, reaching round to unclip the back of it with ease, "I'd still sooner see it lying on my bedroom floor."

I sat up to allow him to pull it free from my body. And then it was my turn to suck in a sharp breath as he coaxed me back down to the mattress, his lips going straight to my nipples, teasing them pleasingly with his tongue. I spent the next five minutes enjoying all the pleasurable sensations his attention created, my toes curling up and my fingers clasping in his hair as my stomach knotted and writhed and the surface of my skin buzzed.

Lifting his head, he caught his lips back in mine and he rolled me over, so that I was now lying on top of him, feeling his penis dig hard into my stomach.

"Fuck, Hermione," he said between rasping breaths and bruising kisses, "you're so fucking beautiful, every part of you."

His words caused thrills to shoot down my spine, and I suddenly wanted more, to give every part of me to him to pleasure.

"I want to take the rest of my clothes off," I gasped, already fumbling with the zip on the back of my skirt. "I want to be naked with you."

The blacks of his eyes dilated as they looked into mine, his expression now filled with nothing but pure and utter lust. It made me feel strangely powerful, knowing I was the reason for it. And I knew then that I wanted to see him come undone again, to witness him tip right over the edge, and for it to be all because of me.

"Hermione are you sure?" He asked as I began to pull my skirt down my legs, "because the way this is going, it's going to be a new barrier crossed for the both of us, and I can't promise you it will be that good because I've never done it before."

"Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" I pointed out, feeling suddenly quite bold as I kicked my skirt free and lay there on top of him in nothing but a small red thong.

A smile curved at his lips and he kissed me hard and hungrily, roaming his hands up and down the length of my body, making me buck and shiver against him.

He rolled me over onto my back and breathlessly pulled away from my mouth, his lips beginning a bruising path of kisses down along my jaw, chin, throat, breasts, taking his time on each nipple before continuing his journey southwards, positioning himself between my legs as he ran kisses over my navel, to the tops of my thighs... I looked up in alarm, wondering what he was doing. Surely he wasn't going to kiss me... there?

I watched in horrified fascination as he hooked his fingers beneath the hem of my thong, and yanked them down, gasping in delight as, without warning, he pressed his face right there in the spot between my legs.

Oh Merlin, it felt like heaven. I could feel his tongue flicking at first tentatively, but then his movements became fiercer, causing the burn in my stomach to take on a new momentum. Every particle in my body was vibrating in ecstasy, making me feel more alive than I had ever done in my life.

I didn't want this feeling to stop, yet I could feel myself yearning for more, to reach that place of pure pleasure which his fingers had taken me to before, but not like this, not so alarming violent, that I was convinced my body was going to actually combust.

I threw my head back against the mattress as my gasps became too much, I was making a new noise now, loud moans of pleasure as my entire body shook in my impending orgasm.

He didn't relent, his tongue hungrily lapping me up as his hands slid up over my body, finding my nipples which he gave both a tweak until I was bucking uncontrollably as a ripping sensation went right through my stomach and white lights blinded my vision.

"FUCK!" I panted as the waves of my climax rolled over me, eventually coming to a gentle still.

He lifted his head and immediately crawled up my body, so that his glistening, swollen lips were hovering just above mine. I stared at them in fascination, wondering what they tasted like, what I tasted like.

"You tasted amazing," he said hoarsely, answering my question, his eyes full of wonder as he gazed adoringly down at my face. "Although, I too have nothing to compare it to. However, I did once practice on a papaya which was unsurprisingly delicious but sadly lacking on the feedback front."

"A papaya?" I repeated, as a girlish laugh burst unexpectedly from my lips. "Well, I promise you I enjoyed that very, very much, so I guess I have fruit to thank for your performance."

"Want to see what else we could be good at?" He asked smoothly, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

We both glanced down to his still very erect penis and I felt my heart flutter up again as I propped myself up onto my elbows and our eyes met.

"Have you erm- have you got any protection?" I asked tentatively, feeling my face flush despite the intimacy of what we'd already shared.

He winked and reached over to his nightstand where he pulled from the drawer a box of unopened condoms.

"If at anytime you want me to stop, just say and I'll stop," he said, ripping open the box and tipping out three different coloured flat square packages. "Any preference to which colour?"

"Draco just pick one," I tutted impatiently, rolling my eyes, "I'm hardly going to be worrying about if it's pink or blue."

"You will be in nine months time if we don't wear one," he chuckled, selecting purple ("To match the veins on my cock" he helpfully explained afterwards when I later enquired about his colour choice).

I watched in fascination as he rolled it on with surprising ease, and then he pulled me back into his arms and we were kissing again, running our hands up and down one another's bodies, until the both of us were groaning and trembling in yearning.

"Fuck, I want you so much," he rasped in my ear as he positioned himself over me, his heart racing noisily beneath his heaving chest.

And I found that I wanted him too, parting my shaking legs and hooking them up around his waist, eager to feel him.

He kissed me again, long and hungry and so utterly blissful, that I hadn't noticed he'd started pushing into me until a short sharp pain made me gasp and bite his lip.

A loud groan issued from the back of his throat as he threw his head back in surprise. "Are you okay?" He rasped, his eyes narrowing in concern.

"Yes," I breathed, reassuring him at once. "Don't stop, please."

He caught my lips back in his, his hand finding my hand above my head where we entwined our fingers as he continued to slowly fill me up, the sensation new and exhilarating for the both of us.

"You feel so good," he murmured against my lips, picking up a rhythm as he began to rock in and out of me, gradually increasing speed with every thrust.

I tried to speak, but I couldn't, the back of my throat filled only with whimpers as my entire body thrummed with pleasure.

This was good, more than I had ever expected. Because it wasn't just my pleasure but his too and somehow it made it more sensual seeing the lust swirl in his eyes and hearing the hitch at the back of his throat as his breathing became disjointed in his chase for the sweet release.

Having had mine already, I wanted him to reach it too, and I found myself tightening my legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper and harder.

It seemed to work, because he appeared to lose control at once, his movements suddenly becoming sloppy and rushed.

"Shit- sorry," he groaned loudly as his face began to contort. "I'm going to- I'm going to- fuck-"

His hand tightened in mine and I felt a tremor go through his entire body as his orgasm rushed through him, his face flushing pink as his eyes rolled up in his head.

He collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my shoulder as he waited for his rasping breaths to subside and his heartbeat to steady.

"That was shit," he said afterwards, rolling off me onto his back, ripping off the filled condom with disappointment rife on his face. "Sorry."

"Excuse me?!" I said, feeling completely offended.

"No- no, no, no," he said quickly, his face falling in horror as he realised what he had said. "I didn't mean you were- I wasn't suggesting that it was you- I just meant I was-"

I cut him off with a kiss, smiling against his lips. "Personally I thought it was amazing, Draco. Thank you."

He looked at me confused, pushing his hair back with his fingers. "But- but I didn't last long, and you never got to cum-"

"Are you already forgetting that you treated me to a papaya session before hand?" I reminded him with a knowing look. "Dear Merlin, and what did you expect, we are virgins - were virgins. I'd never even seen a willy before today. Besides, I'm pretty sure with plenty more practice we can master the art of multiple orgasms and marathon love making sessions soon enough."

"Granger, please do not call my cock a willy, that's what my mother used to call it when I was five."

"What am I supposed to call it then?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "I just can't say the word cock without blushing."

"You're not blushing now." He pointed out, a smirk twitching at his lips. "Call it a penis if you must, or even Draco's love stick. But please just promise me you'll never ever call it a willy again or I may have to cease and desist shagging you."

"So you see us doing this again then?" I asked lightly, recalling him declaring that he didn't do relationships.

This was starting to feel suspiciously like it was becoming one to me, though.

"Yes, Granger, I do." He paused, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. "If you want to, I mean? I quite like the sound of these marathon shags you mentioned."

"And the multiple orgasms."

"Well, if you let me, I can see what I can do in that department. Can we make a deal though, Granger?"

"What?" I asked, my interest piqued.

He reached over and gathered me into his arms, pressing his lips against my forehead. "We do this only with each other."

A smile pulled at my lips as the sensation of butterflies took flight in my stomach. "Only with each other." I agreed, tilting my face up to plant a sweet kiss on the underside of his chin.

Yes, it sounded suspiciously like a relationship, but I didn't mind one bit.

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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this one out. I wanted