Hi, this is Eleviel here and I have just written a Dramione one-shot. You see I needed a break from Drarry stories and this popped into my head. Anyway, I hope you all like it. If you like it, or just have something to say, please review. This story is a bit of a find the lyric contest. (All from Paramore songs) I will post the song and the lyric in the next chapter's A/N. Enjoy!


Auctioned Off

Summer, 1999

The house elves needed to be free. The only way to do that was to raise money to buy them from their families. So Hermione needed money, and fast.

It was after the war and now there was no excuse to put it off any longer. There was nothing holding her back. They had a right, just as anyone else did, to be free. They had a right to live by themselves and earn a living and be treated fairly.

It was a warm afternoon in Hermione's parent's house; she was watching the television when an auction show started up. That was where she got her idea. It was perfect; if she held an auction she could raise a heap of money and all she would have to do was find the things to sell.

But what to sell? Aha! More brilliant ideas were flying out of the witches head and to help her sort them, she cast a visibility charm, letting her see all of the ideas in writing just as she had them.

They floated around in front of them and as she looked them over she found one that she particularly liked the look of. She reached out with her perfectly manicured nails and snagged the small strand of standard type.

"Perfect." She muttered as she banished the others to the back of her mind and put the writing in the pocket of her jeans. She jumped off the couch and ran down the hall towards her room. She had planning to do.

Autumn, 1999

"If you would all just quiet down, we'll get started." Hermione voice boomed out over the divinations room and she watched as those in the room cut off their conversations and looked towards the small stage that had been set up at the front of the classroom.

"You know why you're here today! We are raising money to free the house elves!" Hermione said, her wand was held against her throat so as to magnify her voice. She grinned as the crowd cheered, then she motioned for them to quiet down once again.

"I have some volunteers helping me out today! Say hello to Harry Potter," She gestured at the Boy Who Lived Twice and the audience roared. They shouted, clapped and stomped their feet. Oh, yes. Harry will raise quite a lot.

"Ron Weasley," The applause was not so raucous this time but it still raised quite a buzz in her ears.

When they quieted she announced the next helper, "Ginny Weasley!" The crowd cheered again and as she waited for them to settle down she thought over her plan once more.

She announced the rest of the names, "Neville Longbottom. Luna Lovegood. The Patil Twins. And myself." Each name got a rather loud round of applause, although Hermione's name got the loudest.

"I am going to name a student, and then we will start the bidding for that student. Bids are shouted out and when the highest bid is placed and no-one tops it, that bidder will take student and get to do whatever they want with them. Of course, within boundaries that the student sets." Hermione said pointedly to the crowd. They were teenagers, for Merlin's sake, she knew what they got up to behind closed doors.

"Alright, lets start with Harry Potter!" Hermione clapped her gavel down onto the wood of the pedestal that she stood behind. "Start the bidding at 50 Galleons."

"100 Galleons!" Shouted a Ravenclaw from the third row.

"150!" Shouted a Hufflepuff.

"300 Galleons!" Shouted a young Gryffindor from the first row.

"400 Galleons." Came the reply of the original bidder, the Ravenclaw.

"500!" Yelled the Hufflepuff.

"600." The others had dropped out; it was now up to the Ravenclaw girl and the Hufflepuff boy.

"I can feel the pressure. It's getting closer now!" Hermione shouted to amp up the bidders.

"700!" Shouted the Hufflepuff boy. Hermione didn't know his name but Harry clearly did. She could see him grinning whenever the Hufflepuff made a call.

"750!" The Ravenclaw was getting a little flustered now.

"800!" The Hufflepuff boy was standing now. His neck puffing out as he shouted his bid.

"I can't beat that." The Ravenclaw girl slumped in her chair, Hermione tapped her gavel on the wood and Harry leaped from the stage and into the Hufflepuff's arms.

"Just drop your money off with McGonagall in the corner over there." Hermione gestured to the witch and when McGonagall nodded for her to continue, she did.

Time went by and Ron went for 300 Galleons. Ginny cost a young Gryffindor 700. Neville sold for 675 Galleons, more than Ron, which surprised Hermione. Luna went for almost 200 Galleons, she was not in the least offended by this. The Patil twins went for 500 each, both to the same Slytherin boy, they didn't seem to mind, house unity was really coming along since McGonagall put the new rules into action.

"Now for me." Hermione stepped out from behind the podium and into full view of the remaining crowd. She wore her regulation school skirt and blouse but the buttons to the white long-sleeved shirt were undone to show her ample bosom and her sleeved rolled up to her elbows. Her skirt was hiked up to mid-thigh and she had applied a thin layer of lip-gloss upon her rosy lips.

The boys in the room gasped and sat forwards in their seats. Some pulled out their wallets and scrounged around for a few extra Galleons. One of them sat still. He was a Slytherin, one of the few who had come to the auction. He was well known and easy to spot with white hair that hung down to his eyes. Draco Malfoy.

His mother had almost not let him come back to Hogwarts when it was reopened after the war. He had insisted and boy was he glad he had. He now got to see the glorious mudblood on display with outrageously tempting uniform alterations, offering herself up to be bought. Oh, yes. The inter-house unity was worth it for this.

"Let's start the bidding at, say… 100 Galleons." Hermione whacked the gavel down and then let it drop to the floor. She bent to pick it up, giving the crowd a nice view of the tops of her thighs.

"200!" Shouted a Gryffindor.

"300." Another Gryffindor.

"450!" Shouted the first Gryffindor.

"500." A Hufflepuff joined the fray.

"570!" Called out a Ravenclaw.

"600 Galleons." Shouted the second Gryffindor, the first had dropped out after 570.

"700!" The Ravenclaw called.

"800!" Yelled the second Gryffindor. It looked to be between the sixth year Gryffindor girl and the seventh year Ravenclaw boy.

Wow, I'm going for more than Harry! That was a large boost to the old self-esteem.

"2000 Galleons." Came a sharp spoken voice from the back of the room. He stood up and his face met the light, giving Hermione a perfect view of just who had made that last bid.

"No." She whispered as her eyes widened. She didn't want it but she knew the rules of the auction, if Draco Malfoy won, then he got to do what he wanted with her for 24 hours.

"Anyone going to try and top that?" Draco sauntered to the front of the room and put a hand on Hermione's podium. He grinned mischievously at her and ran a manicured fingernail up the side of her arm and under the rolled up blouse sleeve.

"Please," Hermione croaked. She cleared her voice and tried again. "Please, does anyone else have a bid?" She glanced around, hoping that someone might shout out something, anything. "Anyone?"

"Alright then!" Malfoy shouted as he picked up the gavel and slammed it down onto the wood.

"You pay your money and I'll clean up here." Hermione ground out through clenched teeth. "I'll meet you over there in five minutes." Malfoy nodded and walked away.

How did this happen? Of course, Hermione knew exactly how it had happened and she knew that no-one could get her out of the deal now. McGonagall had warned her of this but the Gryffindor had insisted. Minerva had been hesitant but Hermione was Head Girl, she could take care of herself.

"Ready to go?" Malfoy's lilting voice drew Hermione out of her thoughts and into the present. He offered her his arm that she hesitantly took, and then he walked them towards the door.

"We raised 5,675 Galleons, Hermione!" McGonagall shouted as the enemies walked out of the door.

The walk to the Slytherin dorms was refreshingly quiet compared to the loud chatter of Divinations room. Malfoy didn't try to talk to her and she didn't try to talk to him until they were down in the dungeons.

"Why would you bid on me?" Hermione asked hesitantly as she turned her head towards the blond. When he met her searching gaze she felt her spine prickle at the intensity of his stormy eyes.

"Do you not see how you are dressed, Mudblood?" He gestured to her clothes. It was true; she had dressed provocatively that morning for she knew that the students of Hogwarts thought with their sexual organs. She knew it would give her better chances at raising money. Ginny had argued with her on that one, but Hermione was never wrong, and she wasn't now.

"Yes, but me? A filthy mudblood?" Hermione scoffed at his look of surprise. "I have been called that so often that it doesn't matter to me anymore." She looked at his expression. "Oh my Merlin, you really think that you can call me 'mudblood' for seven years and I won't get used to it? Merlin, Malfoy. You really are daft!" She laughed at him then.

He pushed her up against the door of one of the dungeon classrooms. "How dare you laugh at me, you filthy mudblood." His face was rather close to hers now and if he leaned any closer their noses would be touching.

"You really do not learn, do you Malfoy? Well, let me spell it out for you. Erherm. The. Word. Mudblood. Does. Not. Affect. Me." She smiled sweetly at him then pulled out from his grip and continued on down the hallway.

She was suddenly pulled sideways through a door and into one of the grungy classrooms. Her back hit the wall and she had barely enough time to register what was happening and where she was before a pair of soft lips crashed onto her own.

She was kissing him back before she knew what was happening. "Mrmph, Malfoy. What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly when she managed to push him away.

"I have twenty-four hours with you, remember?" He leaned his forehead against hers and glanced into her brown eyes.

Hermione glanced at her watch. "Twenty-three hours and forty-six minutes."

He chuckled, "Know-it-all." He murmured before he crashed his lips onto hers again.

This time she kissed him back with more passion than she had ever kissed with before. She wrapped her arms about his neck and pulled him closer to her so that she could feel his erection rubbing against her stomach.

"I guess you consent, then?" He asked when she pulled back to yank off his school shirt. She ran her hands along the sculpted muscles that Quidditch had bought him and looked up into his eyes darkened with desire.

"Oh, definitely." She breathed as she lay kisses along his chest. Her deft fingers worked at the buttons of his trousers and soon his raging erection was held only in the silk of his boxers.

"Nah-ah." He pushed her gently away from him and stalked towards her. "I am in almost nothing, and you are still covered. That is not how Malfoy's play." He pushed her against the teacher's desk until she was lying down.

She helped him unbutton her blouse and pull it off her shoulders, and then she wriggled out of her skirt and waved her wand so that all their clothes were folded neatly and stacked in a corner.

"Wow." He breathed, as he looked her over. She wore a black-lace bra and panties that matched and her skin was a smooth ivory. He ran a hand down her sculpted body and swore to himself when his fingers brushed up against the small wet patch at the base of her panties. "Shit, Hermione." He muttered before he ripped the cloth from her body, eliciting a small squeak from her.

"Has anyone ever touched you here?" He asked as he pinched at her lower lips. He smiled when she gasped and nodded her head. So he wouldn't be her first. Damn, he would have loved to cause her pain and pleasure in the same space of time.

"Ron, right after the war. Only once, he wasn't very good." She giggled a little and then moaned when Malfoy slipped a finger into her slick heat.

He added another and as he drove them in and out of her he reached up and unclasped her bra. As it sprung open to reveal her luscious breasts, he palmed one and leaned over to grab the other in his mouth. This caused her to groan with want and need.

"Malfoy, please." She moaned as his fingers drove up and rubbed against her g-spot.

"Say my name." He growled around her nipple.

"Malfoy!" She gasped but he shook his head.

"My first name."

"Draco! Oh, Draco!" She shouted as she came. Her juices soaked his fingers and after he withdrew them he pushed them into his mouth around her breast. She could feel the slick heat of herself mixing with his saliva as he licked over her bosom, making her orgasm draw out to its fullest.

"I need you in me." She stated as she leaned her head back against the desk.

She didn't have to say it twice. Draco soon had himself out of his boxers and lining up to her entrance. He pushed the head into the tight heat and groaned before shoving the rest in.

Hermione cried out; he was much larger than Ron and he stretched her. She could feel herself pulsing around him as she came down from her high.

Draco stayed still so that she could get used to the feel of him in her. When her hands fluttered at his chest, he began to stroke in and out of her. When she moaned in pleasure he moved faster.

And faster.

And faster.

"Don't stop, Draco. Don't ever stop." She moaned as she felt him pump in and out, hitting her g-spot every third thrust. She gasped in surprise and pleasure when his fingers came down to give her clit a little squeeze.

"Merlin, Hermione. You're so tight!" He growled as his fingers tweaked at her and he thrust harder and deeper.

As he growled those dirty words, she screamed and came around him, her insides fluttering and pulsing, bringing him to his end as well.

He lay on top of her, both of them breathing hard. He grinned down at her and moved the sweaty strands of hair out of her face. "That was wonderful, Hermione." She moaned.

"What, no 'mudblood'?" She asked as she leaned up to give him a sweet kiss.

"It doesn't affect you anymore, and your first name does." He leaned down to her ear, gave it a lick and whispered, "Hermione."

As she groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, he felt himself twitch inside her.

"Again, Draco? Could we possibly do that again?" She asked, with surprise clouding her voice.

"I have you for another … twenty-three hours and four minutes. We can do this," He thrust into her. "Over and over again." He grinned at her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a biting kiss.

"I can't wait." She muttered as he thrust again, building up speed.


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