It had been unusually hot in London, but it was even worse inside the train as they rode to Scotland. Despite the breeze coming in from the open windows, the air was thick and uncomfortable, causing the young woman to sweat as she walked back to her compartment after changing into her school uniform.

This wasn't the first time Hermione had been on the train without her boys, but it would be the first time she attended school without them. They wouldn't be there when she arrived, they wouldn't show up after the feast because they were detained for flying a car into a tree. No, they were in London, deep underground, training to be Aurors. She still had friends with her, Ginny, Luna, Neville, but it wouldn't be the same. Not without Harry and Ron. Perhaps it would be for the better. No more distractions. No more danger. No more cheating off of her homework. Yes, perhaps this year is exactly what she would need after everything she had suffered. A calm year dedicated to learning, reading new books, enjoying a touch of solitude in the prefect's bathroom and -

"Watch where you're going, Granger."

Draco Malfoy.

Of course, Draco Malfoy would come back for their final year. She thought things might have changed, considering the fact that they had fought a war recently and she was vital in keeping him out of Azkaban. That didn't seem to be the case though, as they were already falling back into old habits. Their arguments weren't even about anything in particular, they were petty and juvenile, but neither one could stop themselves it seemed.

What made it all the more pointless was that their tired insults barely hit the mark anymore, hardly phasing the other. He hadn't called her that dreadful name, not in years. He must have noticed her lack of reaction sometime fourth year because it stopped hurting as much and he stopped saying it as often, eventually opting to not say it at all. Whenever they did squabble, the banter started off somewhat creative and slowly devolved as they became more heated. With the temperature what it was, the spat escalated quicker than normal. He called her a sanctimonious, opportunistic priss, and she called him a pusillanimous suckling. She was pompous, he was obsequious. He called her a ninny, and she called him a pillock. Then it was a daft cow and wanker, and so on they went until one of them, and it would be difficult to say who, regressed back through the most childish of barriers and defaulted to a lame and hopelessly ineffective 'I hate you'. As if the other would care, because as it turned out, they both hated each other. With a great deal of passion. They were going back and forth, declaring their unending, unrelenting hatred for each other as if it were a competition, when Hermione's dam of self-restraint broke and she pushed him against the wall, pointed her finger in his face and called him a "poncy-ass, ferret-faced cockroach."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him. "How dare you speak to me like that!" His face was enraged. She could see the burning in his eyes, but the fire was different than in any other fight they ever had. As the train curved around a bend, the patrons swayed and Hermione was pressed up firmer against Draco's body. His hand gripped her hip at the sudden movement. He heard her gasp and readied himself for a curse or another punch to the face, but neither came.

"What are you going to do about it, Malfoy?" She taunted him playfully, "tell daddy how the muggleborn was mean to you again?"

He looked down the hallway and smirked when he saw no one was there to witness their exchange. He shoved the door open behind him and swung them around, tossing her inside.

"I don't need my father to fight any of my battles, and I certainly would not want him to be a part of this one," he said as he loosened his tie. He took a step deeper into the compartment and she automatically stepped back. "No, I think I will rather enjoy this."

"What is that supposed to mean?" She didn't want it to show, but she was growing more nervous. They had never really been alone before.

"It means, things are starting to heat up but I don't think we're fighting anymore."

She knocked his hand away when he reached out. "Get out of my way, Malfoy."

"No, I don't think I will."

"Let me out," she growled. She wouldn't be able to move around him without climbing onto one of the benches. "Move!" She wanted to push him out of the way but he grabbed her arms. She struggled against his strength, but it was fruitless effort. He lifted one of their joined arms over her head and spun her around. He held her arms crossed in front of her, effectively pinning her to him. She moaned when he squeezed her slightly tighter than what would be comfortable. With her head rested on his chest, he could see her breasts rising and falling from her more exaggerated breathing. "What are you going to do?" He nuzzled his face into her curls and gently pushed her head aside with his own. "What are y- Why?" Her breath shuddered when she felt his nose caressing a path up from her shoulder, and she nearly cried out when she felt something wet trace the outside of her ear.

He bit her neck and heard the most indecent whimper as his teeth dragged across the muscles around her throat. He wanted to find all the ways he could create that noise again. If he had to lick, bite, squeeze, fuck every bit of her to elicit those obcenely erotic sounds, he would gladly spend the rest of the train ride doing so.

He released his grip on her arms and moved his hands to her neck and her breasts. She placed both of her hands on the arm that held her in place and allowed him to move them toward a bench. He took her left hand in his and placed it on the wall above her head, causing her to lean forward. Her right hand was still clutching his wrist, but she did nothing to stop his assault. "I didn't even know you had tits, Granger." She squealed when he tweaked her nipple. "What else have you been hiding from me, I wonder?" He lifted his right foot and planted on the seat with her right leg draped over it, opening her up to him. "I don't think I ever really noticed how tiny you are either. You're like a doll. It's so easy to manipulate your body for my pleasure." She groaned at his words and the trail of wet kisses he left down her neck and the back of her shoulder. She needed to stand on the toes of her left foot and even then she was barely reaching the floor.

"This- this isn't r-right."

"I think you like it, Granger. I think you secretly want me to have my way with you."

"I think you're the one who wants that, Malfoy." There was no bite to her words. Try as she might to sound as though she was not enjoying his touch, she felt like she had been bathing in a potion to induce euphoria. She must have been slipped a lust potion, because she knew deep down that she couldn't stand him, that she shouldn't allow him to touch her… but if he stopped touching her, she would probably bite him. "You disgust me."

He laughed at her forced words. "No, I don't think I do, but even so, if I did want to have my way with you, there's nothing you could do about it." He buried his nose in her hair, squeezing her again as he inhaled deeply. His fingers gently stroked her breast, feeling the hard nipple beneath the clothing. "From the feel of it though, I don't think that will be an issue. I think someone here wants to get fucked by the big, bad Slytherin." She pressed herself into him and felt his want for her against the small of her back.

There was no use denying it. She was incredibly horny and he was doing everything right, no matter how wrong it was. She tried, she really did, but they were past the point of calling this off and she was past the point of giving a fuck. "Are you going to stand there talking about it, or are you actually going to wizard up and shag me already?" She had enough of his teasing.

As if magic itself wanted the two of them to finally get it on, Draco Malfoy performed his first feat of wandless magic when suddenly his pants vanished. There was nothing between his extraordinarily hard cock and its goal. So without a moment of hesitation, without the courtesy of checking to see how ready she was for him, he thrusted forward and hit home. "Sweet Salazar, Granger." Not only was she completely ready for him, but by the sound of it, she nearly orgasmed the moment he entered her. "Your cunt feels fucking glorious."

"This changes nothing, Malfoy," she panted. Her words were uneven as he thrusted into her. "I'll always hate you." She was no longer touching the ground. She was probably supported by his bent leg and the arm wrapped around her waist, but she felt like she was balancing on his dick alone.

"Yea, great. I hate you too, Granger. Now shut the fuck up." She actually laughed as he threw her down onto the bench. She was now on her hands and left knee, with the right leg planted on the floor. When he rammed into her again, she moved one hand to the wall in front of them to protect herself from being thrusted forward headfirst. Her wellbeing was not exactly his top priority, and she didn't seem too concerned either as she begged him to go harder.

She was still disoriented from her unexpected climax as he flipped her over and was already back between her legs. He groaned in frustration when the position proved to be less than ideal since the bench provided very little space. It was like the designers weren't planning on the students banging one out before submitting to the supervision of their parents or the school.

He grabbed the tiny witch and once she was latched around him, he stood them up with ease and sat them down. He slapped her ass and she started moving immediately. Her face had been buried in his neck when he carried her, but as she straddled him now, their faces were nearly touching. Her movements slowed when their eyes made contact. The tryst started off as any hate fuck would, but now they were face to face the urge to kiss surprised both of them. She didn't even care if that was a line he had hoped to avoid crossing. If he was going to fuck her (not that she was actually complaining anymore), she was allowed to kiss him. Their past be damned. She threw herself forward, attaching her lips to his and started riding him with greater fervor than before. He definitely didn't seem to mind. He tangled one hand in her hair, holding her face to his so he could explore every crevice of her mouth.

When they were both approaching the end and finding it difficult to breathe, she released his face from her attack. He held her hips down and started to thrust up harder into her. The sensation was painfully overwhelming, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure. She was still in most of her clothes, whereas he was only in his shirt, though they were both completely disheveled, buttons missing and collars askew. He ripped open the remaining buttons of her shirt and latched onto her breast until he couldn't bear it anymore. He needed his release and he needed to take it by force.

He stood them up again and rammed her against the window, with the thinnest bit of a ledge helping to keep her up. She held onto the railing above with one hand and the other was leaving marks on his shoulder underneath his opened shirt. His right arm hooked under her leg to support her, as well as to open her up for easier access. Holding her hips firmly against the surface behind her, he abandoned all finesse and threw everything he had at her. He continued to thrust into her so hard, neither would have been surprised if the window started to crack from the force.

Finally, they both cried out through their orgasms and she collapsed against him, completely exhausted. He held her up, not wanting to move from their positions, until his own fatigue surfaced. He lowered them down into their last position on the bench with her still straddling him. Only when she felt him slip from her, did she come to her senses. She sat up slowly and gave him an awkward look. For a moment, they both worried what the other would say, but she finally smiled and shook her head. "I still hate you, Malfoy," she said as she slid from his lap and crashed onto the bench across from him.

She didn't even bother to straighten her clothes. Formality was the last thing on her mind as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. He had a glorious view of his release dripping out from under her skirt and he wondered where her underwear went. It didn't seem like Granger to walk around in a skirt sans panties, but he also couldn't locate them.

"I don't really give a fuck how you feel about me, Granger, as long as I get to do that again."

She laughed. She had thought this would be a one time thing, but she was relieved to hear that he was also satisfied and looking to revisit whatever the fuck happened there between them.

Suddenly, she was seated upright and looked at him with keen interest. "I didn't know you could perform wandless magic!"

"Why do you look turned on by that?"

"I knew you were talented, but," there were no words for how sexy she found him in that moment. "I had no idea you were that powerful." Her eyes scanned his body, as if she was capable of seeing the magic radiating from him. Obviously she couldn't, but that didn't mean that she didn't like what she could see. She was definitely still aroused.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but that was the first time, and I didn't even mean to."

"That, honestly, might be even hotter." He gave her a questioning look. "I didn't realize you wanted me so bad," she smirked.

She rested her head back down and closed her eyes with a look of satisfaction painted across her face. Completely wrapped up in her post-orgasmic bliss, she didn't seem to mind the blonde man staring at her. He never realized how truly beautiful Hermione Granger was.