A/N : Well the plunny struck again and I'm finally going to try my hand at a multichapter. This story is going to include a lot of lemons and more than just the Dramione pairings, however Draco's and Hermione's relationship journey and their sexual escapades will be the main focus! A huge beta love shoutout to the amazing Frogster, who made my story all shiny and readable! And as always much love to my amazing mini alpha ElleMalfoy65 who's always there to hear my ideas and lets me bug her when she's busy with her own stories! (Which everyone should check out because they are amazing and so are Frogster's!)

Disclaimer: Still own nothing sadly.

Chapter One: It's Only for One Night.

April 16th, 2003

Hermione smoothed down the front of her ebony silk blouse and took in her appearance in the mirror, sighing loudly at what she saw. She was 23 and she felt like she looked 30. The same unruly hair and petite frame she had while attending Hogwarts stared back at her, but her face showed her life's journey.

Working herself into an early grave at the ministry seemed to be her only constant lately. No man in her life to warm her bed, which brought her to what she was getting herself ready for now. Ginny and Pansy had convinced her into hitting up the the new club that had just opened in Diagon Alley the previous week.

Pansy was a little more crude about it, though, declaring Hermione was in need of a good round of "find the snitch" and had better hop on the first good-looking "broomstick". Hermione chuckled to herself at the memory as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. She knew if she went in bare-faced that the girls would have her looking like a dimestore tramp before they ever made it to the club.

She picked out a pair of emerald stilettos and slipped them on; they matched perfectly with the dark denim jeans she had squeezed herself into. Pansy had been right, she was in desperate need of a physical release and this pair of jeans made her arse look incredible. She cast a quick cushioning spell on her feet and headed out towards the apparition point outside her flat.

She soon found herself outside of "The Rabbit Hole," Pansy and Ginny flanking her and bouncing around in excitement. "Can you believe it, Ginny?" Pansy"s cherry red lips were upturned into a slightly evil looking grin. "Our little Hermione's all grown up and trolling for some action!" Ginny let out a loud snort and Hermione just hung her head low, hoping the surrounding audience didn't hear her loud companions.

It had been twenty minutes, twenty fucking minutes of listening to Gin and Pans talking loudly about the many ways to get away with being serviced at a bar. They weren't talking about getting drinks either. By the time Hermione and the girls made it to the entrance of the club, her face was completely covered in a dark blush. She looked flushed and out of breath. The large wizard at the front checked their IDs and arched an eyebrow at Hermione's obviously flustered appearance.

She quickly muttered a "thank you, sir" when he handed the ID back to her and hurried into the building. She felt Pansy's hands on her back, pushing her towards an empty table, the smoky atmosphere flashing by her in a blur. "Move faster, slutbags, we don't want to be standing the whole time." Ginny's voice had barely registered in her ear as she dashed past them both.

Reaching the empty booth first, Ginny waved her hand towards a nearby waitress and yelled out "We need three bottles of firewhiskey and three shot glasses!" She had paused for a moment and looked to be contemplating something, her face scrunched up, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth in a thin tight line. "Make it four bottles," she finished while sitting down and dropping her purse to the side.

Hermione and Pansy finally reached their friend a few minutes later and gave Ginny a look.

"What?" Ginny asked, rolling her eyes at the pair. "I'm thirsty."

"Four bottles, Red?" Pansy let out a low whistle and continued, "That's a little past the "I'm thirsty" spectrum."

Ginny just shrugged her shoulders and smirked. "Besides, two bottles are for all the unsuspecting specimens we will be tossing her way," she said, tipping her head towards Hermione.. Hermione audibly gulped and said a small prayer to herself, hoping whatever deity out there controlling her fate would hear her silent pleas that she went home with a Ryan Reynolds and not a Gregory Goyle, who was actually located three tables to the left surrounded by a few Slytherin alumni from their final year.

Most everyone had returned after the war to finish and retake that dreaded final year. That was how she and Pansy had became friends. The sly Slytherin was a genius when it came to transfiguration and she and Hermione were often partnered up on the trickier assignments.

While pondering the past, Hermione was too deeply engrossed to see her dark-haired friend wave over a few of those Slytherins to join them at their table. She didn't even notice when the attractive sex god himself had slid in beside her—not until her senses were completely overcome by a rich musky aroma. The fragrance was intoxicating and suffocating all at once. It caught her off guard and lured a sharp cough from her lungs.

A quiet chuckle went off beside her. "Easy there, Granger." Hermione's head snapped up suddenly and her eyes took in her new neighbor, the owner of the alluring scent. Her mind went completely blank when she saw who it was. Her heart quickened and a bubble of air caught in her throat, a light sheen of sweat suddenly accosting her skin. Silver-tinted eyes were staring down at her, a definite glow of amusement shining through them.

"Malfoy?" she asked and then cursed herself for her stupidity.

"Nope." he replied. "I'm the bloody pope." His voice was dripping with sarcasm and she couldn't help a small smile as she realized just what he said. "What's so funny ,Granger?" His full lips were forming a lopsided grin and Hermione's brain began screaming at her.

"Sexy as fuck!"

"Have his biceps always looked like that?"

"Ask him to take his shirt off!"

Hermione's hand shot out and grabbed the newly poured shot Ginny had just shoved near her and knocked it back quickly, choking a little as it burned its way down her throat.

"SHUT UP!" she shouted inwardly, hoping to silence and derail her treacherous brain from its current path.

"I didn't know you even knew what a pope was, Malfoy," she finally said, answering his question; the shot had helped calm her nerves a little. He let out a loud bellowing laugh at her reply. Simultaneously, Hermione's hormones started flowing and sending blood rushing to her core at the melodic sound.

"Yes, well, I was starting to get offended everytime a muggle bird would begin praising god for my oh-so-generous efforts in bed." He took his own shot of firewhiskey before continuing. "I got curious and did some research."

Hermione's cheeks immediately reddened at his answer and she lifted her second shot to her lips. "Oh my," she whispered to herself. "We are in trouble."

Suddenly she felt a hot breath of air on the nape of her neck and trembled at the sensation. "Yes." Draco was now leaning over her, trailing his fingers down her back. "We are," he finished the sentence with his lips on her earlobe. She was shocked by his sudden brashness but couldn't deny he was a damn fine example of a male specimen.

"It's only for one night," she told herself and decided to just relax and enjoy the attention.

Two hours of surprisingly intelligent conversation, two bottles of alcohol, five incredibly sensuous dance numbers and Hermione soon found herself back at her apartment, a grinning and handsy Malfoy in tow. She had barely turned the key in the door before his hands were tugging her shirt from her jeans. His warm hands sent shocks of electricity through her system as he worked them over her soft skin. They were stumbling through the doorway when he finally wrenched the offensive fabric from her body, revealing the peach lace bra that was cupping her modest-sized breasts. He let out a growl and kicked the door closed before descending on her again, smothering every inch of exposed flesh with his hands and mouth.

Her body was practically singing beneath his attentions as she worked her hands around him and began bunching up his shirt in an effort to remove it. He stopped for a few moments, sensing what she needed, and liberated himself of his shirt. She let out a low moan at the sight of him. As a professional Quidditch player for the Cannons, he obviously had taken great care of his body. He was all hard lines and chiseled muscle, firm sculpted abs and the most perfect pelvic V she had ever seen.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth when he fixed his sultry stare on her. His pupils were almost blown—a combination of tonight's copious amount of liqueur and pure unadulterated lust. She let her hands sweep across his chest, marveling at the feeling of his body beneath her fingertips. Draco let out a loud groan at the contact. Grabbing her hands, he helped her touch him, moving her fingers further down his body, guiding them lower to the waistband of his slacks. He pressed one of her hands down into them, forcing her to cup his large erection. She whimpered as he took her skin between his teeth and nibbled at the base of her throat. "That's all for you, love," he said against her skin as she slowly worked her delicate fingers over him.

Grasping his cock over the fabric of his briefs, she began moving her hand up the length of him. She gripped him firmer near his base and slightly squeezed before repeating the same motion again. A low hiss and a sharp "Fuck, Granger" were her reward and her face lit up at the fact that she could elicit such a reaction from him. He desperately grabbed at her face, crushing his lips to hers and kissing her with such passion that Hermione thought she was going to be burnt to ashes from the heat he was emitting. She moaned loudly into his mouth and quickly started working her hand over him, reveling in the guttural sounds spewing from his lips and flowing into her own.

He stilled her hand after a few minutes, afraid he was going to come far too quickly before he ever got to indulge in the sweet nectar currently soaking through her underwear and permeating the air around them with the scent of her arousal. He pulled her hand out of his pants and kissed each of her fingertips. "Slow down, kitten," he murmured, amused at the look of confusion on her face. " I was about to come all over this pretty little hand of yours before I got a chance to fuck you properly."

Hermione sucked in a breath at his confession and fashioned on a coy smile. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, might I suggest the bedroom for this proper fucking?"

He smiled back at her and nodded his head. "Lead the way."

He let out a muted growl when she turned around and began walking towards her bedroom. Her arse looked absolutely perfect in those tight little jeans she had on. He bit down on his knuckles to stifle his groans when she looked back at him and crooked her pointer finger in a come hither motion.

He followed behind her, eyes fixated on the sway of her hips, into a rather large bedroom considering the size of the apartment itself. He let his eyes roam over his surroundings: creamed colored walls, large black drapes, four huge bookshelves full to the brim, random books stacked on top of another scattered across the room. A few pictures of her and her friends hung haphazardly on the walls. "It's just so Granger," he thought to himself, until he noticed her sitting naked on the bed. Her luscious body was on full display, just begging to be pleasured by him.

"Eager, Miss Granger?" it sounded like his voice had dropped a few octaves and the deep timbre was making Hermione hotter than she already was. Her thighs were coated already from the juice dripping from her pussy and she felt another wave of heat assault her at his question. He slunk towards her slowly, like a predator would when sneaking up on his prey. He removed the rest of his clothing and settled his naked body against hers, letting out a loud moan at the sudden contact of warm flesh caressing his. Hermione was a huge mess of want and need. She was shaking all over in anticipation as he began exploring and tasting every inch of her. He started at her nose, where he placed a simple sweet peck of his lips, and ended at her ankles, where he peppered small kisses around each foot before licking his way up one of her legs while prying them open so he could have a full view of her pretty pink glistening slit.

He hooked one leg over his shoulder and lowered his head towards her bare mound. With the first swipe of his tongue on her clit, her hands found themselves buried within his soft hair. She grasped at the pale strands desperately when he inserted two fingers into her and began working them furiously in and out of her weeping entrance. She could feel his large erection pressing into her calf and she tried to move a little to get some friction going for him, but her brain was becoming overloaded with pleasure and she soon gave up.

He stretched her with his glorious fingers and worked his hot mouth over her now swollen bundle of nerves. She knew it wouldn't be long before she completely fell apart.

Her inner walls were soon contracting around his fingers and he sucked her throbbing clit between his teeth and softly nibbled. The sensation caused Hermione to cry out his name as the waves of pleasure crashed down on her. Her orgasm was all consuming, rolling over her entire body and causing her to release a sudden gush of fluids that now coated Draco's face. He slowed the pace of his fingers and lifted his head up so he could see her face. Flushed and sweating, her whole body was positively glowing in the dimly lit bedroom.

He flicked his tongue out to taste the offerings her body had given him and a feral grin appeared on his face.

"Absolutely delicious."

"Who would've known you would have tasted this good?"

His carnal words were working their own brand of magic on Hermione and she couldn't contain the moan at his sinful declarations.

She urged him up with her knees, needing to feel the full weight of his body against her. She wanted every inch of her skin touching his and she wanted it now. Draco seemed to know exactly what she needed and covered her entire body with his, pressing her further into the bed and then wrapping her legs around him. He supported himself on his elbows and captured her lips with his. She could taste herself on his tongue and it was intoxicating. She felt powerful and wanted. She honestly couldn't remember feeling this way ever and she couldn't help asking herself where this sensation had been hiding all her life.

She cried out loudly when he captured a hardened nipple in his mouth. He suckled at it harshly and rolled the other one between his finger,s tugging at it and twisting. It was almost too much for her to handle, but then she felt the tip of his cock cradled within her womanly folds and completely lost it. She bucked her hips up at him frantically, trying desperately to get more of him. Her fingernails dug into his well-toned back. She was positive she had broken skin. Then he finally positioned himself at her opening and pressed forward.

He unlatched his mouth from her nipple with a loud pop to release a loud groan at the sensation of her slick passage gripping greedily at his cock. She sucked him in further and further until he was finally fully seated within her. Hermione's mouth opened wide at the feeling but no sound could escape. Her eyes fluttered shut and she finally let out a whimper when he removed himself completely and then reinserted his cock inch by agonizing inch, relishing in the noises she was making as he slowly began to take her body's pleasure center higher. Hermione's entire body was on fire beneath him as her nails dug into his back, leaving half-moon indents along his beautiful form.

He kept up the rhythm for a few minutes before he began to plunge into her, relentlessly snapping his hips quicker and then harder as he felt her body begin to tense around him. He knew she was close, her cries of passion nearly incoherent now as his own release neared. He couldn't believe how attuned to her body he already was and the realization nearly knocked him over.

He felt her whole body go rigid for a moment when her orgasm finally ripped through her. His name fell from her lips over and over. The sight of her release sent him into his own and he slowly thrusted into her, enjoying the feeling of her tight walls clenching and releasing around him and milking every last drop he had to offer.

He dropped a kiss to her temple and kissed down the side of her face. Taking his time, he traced his fingertips along her flushed skin. He began murmuring about how beautiful she was and how nothing compared to what they just did. Hermione was speechless, partly because she had just had the most intense orgasm of her young life, and partly because Malfoy was being so, well, un-Malfoy-like. She had heard all the stories about his bachelor lifestyle from Ron, who was on the same team as Draco. She was expecting him to hop off her, slap her on the ass and be on his way.

She was not expecting to feel the delicious weight of his body still nestled within her folds nearly ten minutes post-coital bliss.

She wasn't expecting his hands to still be roaming her skin, tracing every scar with his fingertips as if he were trying to burn the memory of her body into his very soul.

And she certainly wasn't expecting the owl from him three days later asking her to dinner.