Disclaimer: These aren't my characters. They belong to JK, no part of them came from my brain, but I do enjoy playing with them.
Warning: Language, Substance Use and Sex. Turn back if this isn't your cup of tea.
Octavian Black's Private Label:
Draco Malfoy chuckled to himself. Two pairs of bright eyes looked at him questioningly. Pansy's eyed him with concern, cradling his head in her lap, her fingers absently running through his hair. Blaise, from her spot between his legs reclining against him, looked decidedly naughtier; he knew she was thinking the same thing, what a cozy trio they made. He looked back to his reading; he did need to read, despite their company. But the wooly rug and warm fire made it so tempting to shag them both right here, in the Head common room, fuck the consequences. He squeezed Blaise tightly with his thighs, her dark lips smiled slightly as she lazily stroked a hand up his inner thigh.
He had already had both of them, many times, they were boring and simple, and let him do whatever he wanted, really quite perfect women. They thought themselves beauties, and he supposed Zabini might deserve that title. Her think black hair fell nearly to her waist, she had dark olive skin and exotic green eyes, but nothing about her excited him. Nice to borrow, definitely not worth buying. Pansy he supposed was cute, in a lap dog sort of way. She wore entirely too much makeup and threw herself at him mercilessly, but she adored him and would shag him anytime he called. It was worth keeping her around for.
Pansy startled, and dropped Draco's head as the portrait to the common room slammed opened. Hermione Granger practically fell through the door. Her books flew everywhere as she struggled to right herself. She growled and pulled her hair back, stabbing a clip into it furiously, she then dropped to her knees to collect her belongings. As she righted herself she noticed the trio at the fire and she took a deep breath to regain composure.
Blaise met her glare with a perfectly arched sneer, "Are mudbloods always so graceful, or are you just special?"
Hermione closed her eyes tightly, reining in her anger and turned to Draco, "Malfoy, for the love of god, can you please keep your fucking ménage à trios out of our common room! I feel like I am coming home to a fucking brothel every night!" Her voice rose steadily as she yelled at him, she was screaming by the end. Hermione felt like she was going to explode, this was not the night she needed this. Fucking Malfoy, leave it to him to blatantly flaunt his escapades in front of her.
He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow, "Now Granger, don't be sad, I am sure the ladies here wouldn't mind making it a ménage à quatre, there's room for one more." Pansy made a retching sound at Hermione.
Granger shot him a scathing glare, "Malfoy the day I have sex with you in a group will be surely be a very cold day in hell."
He barked a laugh, "What Granger? You can't tell me that being a frigid bitch all the time bodes well for your sex life."
Hermione shuddered; it was the last straw on a very long day of bad things. Before she could stop herself she started to cry. 'Damn it!' She chastised herself, 'I do not cry, especially in front of Slytherines.'
She wiped away the first stray tears and looked at the group, daring them to say something, "Fuck you Malfoy." Hermione marched furiously up the stairs, slamming her portrait as hard as she could behind her. Malfoy had gone too far tonight, wrapped in between two girls in their common room for God's sake. She was furious at Malfoy, but he was a minor concern, she was always furious at Malfoy. Right now she was mostly furious at herself, well, herself and Ron. And Ernie Macmillan, and Seamus Finnegan. They all needed to keep their bloody hormones in check.
Draco sighed and gave Blaise a shove, "Oi' ladies, time to be heading out now I think, no need to start trouble for me with the Head Girl." He untwined his body from theirs.
Pansy gave him a sideways glance, "Since when do you give a fuck what she thinks? You are really getting soft, you know?"
He gave her a threatening glace, "A Malfoy doesn't get soft Pans, I'm just in no mood to get into it with Dumbledore, and frankly you two were boring the hell out of me." He nodded at them and left them gawping in shock as he ascended the stairs to his quarters. No doubt they were furious at him, but he could care less what those two slags actually felt.
Through the door to the shared Head restroom he could hear some of the most depressing music he had ever heard. He cracked the door a bit, the restroom was empty but the music reverberated from Granger's room. As he came closer he could hear Hermione talking to herself and crying great heaving sobs. The song changed to another equally depressing tune. Draco wasn't familiar with it, probably some muggle trash.
He was tempted to turn away, but then again, he didn't want to hear this crap all night. Draco hesitated for just a second, before he pounded on the door. No response, of course. "Oi' Granger! Turn that shit off!" He felt something hit the door and another loud sob, "No! Fuck off Malfoy!"
He sighed, she was not about to make this easy, "The girls are gone if that is what has your knickers in a twist." She sobbed again, "What part of Fuck Off don't you get!" She threw something else, probably a shoe and cursed loudly. Draco wasn't sure when she had picked up such a dirty mouth. Maybe the time spent with him in Head duties had worn off on her. At the very least it took a bit off the edge of the Perfect Gryffindor Princess persona she had perfected over the years.
He heard her hit something and whimper. Draco knew he should just leave the bitch be, but his interest was piqued. "Come on Granger, let me in, you are acting ridiculous."
She threw open the door, her face was splotched red with tear stains, her hair flew about madly, "I am not acting RIDICULOUS! What the FUCK do you know about it Malfoy!"
He noticed her knuckles were bleeding a bit, no doubt from the wall punch. He also noticed her outfit, a tight tiny white tank top with very short red boxers. Chop off the head and she looked delicious. He slowly raised an eyebrow at her, "Would you like me to beat the shit out of someone for you?"
She laughed and sobbed at the same time, "Yes, a few people actually…" She was shaking and hyperventilating
"Seriously Granger, you need to calm down, you are sending yourself into hysterics. Nothing could be that bad."
She snorted, the tears had yet to stop, "You don't know how bad things can get Malfoy."
His gaze stopped her, "Granger, I am very well aware of how bad things can get, lest you forget, I am a Malfoy." She started to make heaving sounds, the tears coming faster. "Come on Granger, we are getting you a drink."
She tried to protest but he grabbed her arm and drug her across the bathroom to his bedroom. Draco thrust her onto the couch and began looking through a dark wood cabinet on the opposite wall. The music was blaring into his quarters and as a new song started Hermione let out an especially loud wail.
He rolled his eyes at her, "Why in the hell would you do this to yourself, you are going to need to turn that crap off." She nodded no as he uncapped two bottles and thrust one into her hand. "Drink up, you will feel better soon. Why women insist on making themselves feel worst is completely beyond me." He sat on the edge of his bed and saw Hermione inspect the label then take a sip.
Her lips smiled slightly at the taste, "Why are you being nice to me Malfoy?" she took another gulp and eased noticeably.
"Mostly to get that music turned off and get some rest, and a bit because I thought it was my fault." He gave her a scowling nod: that was all she was getting out of him.
Hermione was halfway through the beer, "So you have your own microbrew? Is it here at Hogwarts?"
He laughed softly, "Malfoy's own more than just land you know." He looked her over; she lightly licked the remnants of the last gulp off her lips. "How did you know it was mine?"
She gave him a wry smile, "Who else would name their beer Octavian Black's private label? Although I am surprised you didn't go with your more well known monikers."
He felt actual surprise that she knew his middle names, well two of them at least. "Been snooping through my things Granger?"
She rolled her eyes "Or you know, your name is fucking everywhere these days, how could I help avoid it? I would have to be pretty stupid to not figure it out, and we both know I am not stupid Malfoy."
He nodded in agreement, no, stupid was not a word ever used to describe Hermione Granger. "So, you want to tell me about your royal wig out? There has to be a better reason than the two whores of Slytherine in our common room."
She laughed a bit at that, "Not really, no"
He looked her straight in the eyes "Are you going to tell me anyway?"
She sighed, "Probably…but don't make me regret it." He smirked and waited for her to continue.
"Well this morning Seamus Finnegan cornered me after breakfast and asked me to go to Hogsmead this coming weekend with him, and of course I have no interest in Seamus so I tried to turn him down and then Seamus got cross and told me I am a prude" she shot him a glare that warned him to keep silent, "As I left and went to class Ernie Macmillan caught up with me and told me he heard about Seamus, and was I leading Ernie on? and why couldn't I just give him a chance? because of course he is turning his back on a large number of admirers to consider me, and I should feel quite fortunate that he doesn't have blood issues, since that may serve to hamper my future!" She started crying again "Like any of that could ever convince me to like him!" She nearly spat the last portion out.
Draco noticed she had finished her bottle and promptly gave her another, "Well Granger don't ever let anyone tell you you can't pug a beer." She laughed a bit, "But there has to be more to it than that, I have been throwing your blood in your face for years and it never seemed to matter, except, of course, to Weasley."
At the mention of Ron she let out another sob and buried her face in her hands. The music from her room was unbearable, it was quite possibly the saddest thing Draco had ever heard, "Alright Granger before we finish our little sob session here I demand that you change that music or I will do it for you." She got up slowly and made her way to her quarters. Draco followed, a few bottles in hand, he was dying to hear what Weasley had to do with all of this.
It was the first time Draco had seen her room. Her quarters were much the same as his own, except for the color scheme. He noticed she had knick-knacks out, mixed with Muggle photos. A banner for something called 'Manchester United' was up in one corner, a poster of a piece of stationary art in another, a pair of toe shoes slung over a bed post. Hermione fumbled with a device in the corner.
"What is that?" He demanded.
She looked surprised "This is an ipod, it was my birthday gift." She handed the small music player to him. She had never seen Malfoy look stupefied, it was almost a charming look for him.
He turned it over and over in his hands, then shook it a little to test, "I don't get it, where is the music?"
Hermione couldn't help but laugh "It is stored inside like a computer." He looked blankly at her "Malfoy I don't know how to explain it to you in magic terms, there is nothing magic about it. Just know that it is fragile, portable and when you plug it into this stereo the music comes out." He nodded but eyed her quizzically as she moved her finger around the touchpad and selected something. A mixture of guitar and drums came on, a man sang soulfully along.
Draco nodded in agreement and went to survey the poster. It was very odd, unlike anything he had seen before. He didn't notice Hermione until she was next to him "Salvador Dali, La Madonne de Port Lligat. Do you like it?"
He didn't know how he felt about it, it was odd and almost grotesque, but also soothing and beautiful, "I'm not sure."
She nodded "Fair enough, I think plenty of people feel that way about Dali. For some reason I am drawn to this painting, like it is a part of me." She had no idea why she was telling Malfoy of all people about it, but he didn't laugh, instead he eyed her thoughtfully,
"Would you write down the name for me?"
She felt her eyes go buggy, "Why?"
He shrugged, "I think my mother may enjoy a copy of it, she won't understand it, but I think she may enjoy it nonetheless."
Hermione felt her brow wrinkle, Malfoy wanted to buy muggle art for his mother?
"So what happened with Weasley?" Hermione had almost forgotten, but it all came tumbling back in one sick punch to the gut and she couldn't help but start crying again.
She took a large swig of beer, "I don't know that I want to share that"
He shrugged "Alright, but I imagine it would do you better to get it out in the open."
And suddenly she couldn't help herself "Ron walked me back from dinner and I was telling him about Seamus and Ernie and before I knew it he had me pinned to the wall and was telling me how much he loved me and wanted me, and then he started kissing me and wouldn't stop. And he was tearing at my shirt and wouldn't let me go. And he wouldn't listen when I said no!"
Malfoy's look told her nothing, he could feel a million different things or nothing at this news, she would never know. "So?" he led her on.
"So, I kneed him in the groin and took off to our common room at which point I fell through the fucking door into the lap of whatever sick shit you had going on down there, and here we are."
He didn't say anything for awhile, just kept his gaze steady, "Potions"
Hermione could scream, "What do you mean Potions Malfoy!"
He looked amused, "I was studying potions Granger, I wasn't doing anything. I just prefer some body heat when I study."
She knew that talking to him would end up a gigantic mistake. He handed her another beer, she hadn't noticed she had finished the second, although it would explain the calm washing over her body and the fuzzy feeling in the back of her head.
"Well Granger, it sounds like they all need to get laid, except for Weasley, he needs to be castrated." She giggled at him as he continued "Why don't you shag them and leave them? That way they get what they want and you get a little action in the meantime."
She felt her blood pressure rise "Because Malfoy, unlike you, I don't want to shag anyone, I want it to be special!" Hermione felt her face go scarlet; she did not just admit to Draco Malfoy that she was a virgin. She wanted to run out of the room, or kick him out of the room, or scream, or throw something, anything but stand there and wait for whatever nasty retort was sure to come.
Draco took it all in; of course she was a virgin, he had never doubted that she was, but it was interesting to hear it from her mouth. The fact that she seemed mortified to admit it amused him to no end. Yet he wanted to appease her, she had taken a leap of faith to even open the door, in fact he felt the sudden urge to impress her. Where could that have come from? He had never felt the need to impress her, or perhaps he had always had the need to impress her, but this time he had the sudden urge to be nice.
"Granger you deserve better than to be a slag like Pans and Zabini, nothing to be ashamed of there." She looked at him like he had suddenly sprouted a second head, a mixture of horror and confusion; Draco frowned, of course she hadn't expected him to be nice. They were silent for a few long moments.
Hermione saw Malfoy reach for something in his robes, she was immediately suspicious, but if he was going to try anything he would have already, or so she reasoned. He pulled out a thin rolled cigarette.
"Do you smoke?" he flipped it lightly through his fingers.
Hermione couldn't help notice how gorgeous his hands were. The fingers were long and graceful, yet manly. His nails were cut short, immaculate. She immediately felt embarrassed of her gnawed at nails and chewed on cuticles. He was looking at her curiously, still waiting for an answer.
"Sometimes…." She answered truthfully. There was no way she was about to look like a prissy fool in front of Malfoy, besides, Hermione had a habit of getting into slightly troublesome things like drinking and smoking with her cousins over the holidays, she didn't mind a bit of fun.
He smiled like the Cheshire cat, "Do you mind if I do?" she nodded no. Draco flopped back onto her couch, sprawling out with his ankles on one arm, his head on the other. Draco really was quite marvelously built and the posture flattered his long, lean body. He flicked a small device like a zippo lighter, except this had no wick and needed no fluid to work. She never ceased to be amazed by magic. Draco slowly lit the joint, his lips wrapped gently around the filter. He had really amazing lips, she noted, they looked soft and strong. Lips that knew how to control a situation: lips with experience. Hermione watched him gently exhale a cloud of sweet smelling smoke and coughed a bit, then nodded his head, beckoning her over.
Hermione approached him slowly. Draco was momentarily surprised when she reached out and took the joint from his fingers, then proceeded to take a long drag. She closed her eyes and held it in for a moment. It was clear this was not the first time she had imbibed; he was begrudgingly impressed. Draco was sure she would be mortified at the offer of drugs; instead she was hitting it like a pro. Hermione began to cough, bursts of smoke billowing out around her hands as she struggled to cover her mouth. She coughed violently for a few seconds and then took a seat on the floor next to the couch, stretching out lean legs in front of her.
"Well Granger, aren't you full of surprises?"
She arched an eyebrow and smiled sweetly, "That last one went straight to the dome."
He couldn't help but laugh, he could feel it already, certainly she could as well. He took another slow drag and passed it back to her. With her eyes closed and lips pouted around the joint she really did look quite beautiful. She passed it back, coughing less this time.
"So Granger, do you want me to take care of Weasley for you? I am more than happy to beat the crap out of him and you have given me the perfect excuse." He took a drag and placed it in her fingers, her hand was warm and soft, all his entire drug-addled mind wanted was to run his fingers over it.
Hermione smiled at him, "No, I can make his life miserable on my own, but thank you for the offer." She passed it back, it was more than halfway gone and she felt overly light headed, Malfoy looked a bit loopy as well. She pulled a pillow to rest her elbow on and propped up on her side.
"Malfoy, can I ask you a question?" He eyed her, she felt his silver gray eyes take her in, wary of the situation.
"You can, but don't expect me to answer it."
She nodded "Why are you being so nice to me?"
He flashed her a smarmy smile, "I already told you, to shut you up."
Hermione wasn't going to let it go this easily, "No, this goes beyond shutting me up. You are treating me like I am normal human, not some filthy mudblood you have hated for going on seven years. There has to be a good reason for it."
Leave it to Hermione to throw that word back at him, "If you haven't noticed Granger, I haven't used that word once this year."
She took the joint again, "I have, thank you for that. But that doesn't let you off the hook."
Draco stopped to think about it, it was true; he didn't really have a good reason for it. He just didn't feel like he hated her anymore. The two months of working together as Head boy and Head girl had allowed him to see her outside of the goody-two-shoes-miss-know-it-all-Granger he has previously been acquainted with. He could see what Weasley and Potter saw in her and with the death of Lucius he no longer had the urge to pick at her every chance that was offered.
He shrugged, "Turns out you are an okay sort of person, and I just don't have the desire to pick at you for the time being. Don't get used to it Granger."
She shook her head no, "Of course not." He took the last long drag then pinched the end to extinguish the cherry.
They met eyes, "Feeling better Granger?"
She smiled a lazy, high, grin "Much better thank you. You were just about the last person I expected to make me feel better tonight." She ran her fingers through her curls, grabbing ringlets, pulling them straight and then allowing them to bounce back into place. She coiled a few around her index finger and suddenly it was all Draco could do not to touch her hair. He tried to rationalize it, he had consumed a few beers, he just smoked a joint, anything would look tempting right now, even Granger. Especially Granger. He doubted she had any idea just how skimpy her outfit had become over the course of smoking. Her tank top rode up to expose her flat stomach, her shorts wedged up to the height of underwear. He couldn't resist himself, he needed to touch her. He lifted a hand and gingerly ran a finger through her hair, wrapping a curl around his knuckle.
Hermione looked up at him; her eyes were giant liquid questions. He lifted his chin to indicate she come closer. And Hermione was curious; she was enjoying his attention, curious enough to see what he had in mind. Although she could probably guess what Draco Malfoy had in mind, something aimed at humiliating her no doubt. She sighed and came over to lean on the sofa, still seated on the floor. Hermione rest her cheek on the edge of the couch while Draco absently stroked her hair, working his fingers through it.
"You know Granger, for this thing looking like a mop most of the time, you actually have quite lovely hair."
She allowed herself a small laugh: that was about as close as it was going to get in the compliment department from Malfoy. "Thank you, I guess…."
He was running a finger down her jaw line and over her cheek, smoothing her chin with a Quidditch calloused thumb. Every place his hand touched left a small trail of fire under her skin. Without realizing it Hermione had eased into his touch, craning her chin up to expose her neck. His hands took her chin and led it to his face.
He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Subconsciously Hermione let out a small 'ohhhh'. She could feel Draco smile against her lips and apply more pressure. He ran his tongue lightly against each lip, urging her to open up for him. She couldn't help herself, he felt so right. Hermione leaned into the kiss, flicking her tongue out to meet his. She felt instantly enveloped, Draco kissed her back fiercely as he slid from the couch to meet her on the floor. He was pushing her back gently against the pillow, one arm around her waist, the other supporting the back of her head. Hermione didn't even struggle as he moved to cover her with his body, she just continued to kiss, matching him move for move.
Draco couldn't believe he was making out with Hermione on the floor of her bedroom, halfway drunk and very much stoned. She hadn't fought a moment of their coupling, she seemed as eager as he. He shuddered as Hermione raked her nails across his back and wrapped a leg around his.
He broke their kiss to catch his breath, "Where did you learn how to kiss like that Granger?"
She laughed, "Where'd ya learn how to kiss like that Malfoy?"
He allowed her a small smile, "Here and there, but nobody said I'm a virgin."
She groaned and attempted to push him off, "I knew you would rub that in my face!"
He was far too strong and she knew it, "Uh-uh, I'm not rubbing it in your face, I find it quite endearing. Think of the ladies I spend my time with."
Hermione grinned broadly and drew him into another kiss. It should seem odd, making out furiously with Malfoy on the floor of the Head girl's quarters, but instead she was more turned on than she had been in her entire life. She couldn't stop kissing him, their bodies ground together, writhing across the floor. They were no where near the couch at this point. And she knew Malfoy felt it too, his erection pressed into her stomach and strained against his pants.
Draco hesitantly pulled at her tank top, not sure if she would permit him access to her breasts. She responded instantly, lifting her arms to allow the shirt over her head. He felt nervous surveying her topless, she had a great pair of tits, he had noticed that three years ago, but never would he imagine being face to face with them willingly. Hermione made a move to cover herself, but he would allow none of it. Draco took her arms and transferred both wrists to one hand, extending them over her head. He placed a small kiss in her suprasternal notch and traced his tongue down her chest. Draco lightly licked one nipple and blew softly across it. He took the other breast in his hand and began to massage it softly in his palm while continuing to suck and kiss her nipple. He released her hands to lavish full attention on her breasts. Hermione moaned and arched her back to meet him, pressing her chest into his hands. He felt her hand move slowly down his back and creep towards his erect penis. In an instant she had it in her hand.
Draco couldn't help himself from groaning and grinding into her palm, "Shit Granger!" He took her lips in his mouth again as she worked her hand steadily over the bulge in his pants. He wanted to take her right there; he wouldn't be able to stop himself soon. He had to stop.
Draco pulled himself away, using every ounce of restraint in his body. Hermione looked rumpled, flushed and thoroughly kissed. She also looked hurt and confused at his recoil.
"Granger, in a minute I won't be able to help myself. Given the way your day has gone I feel it is hardly fair to make your guy problems worse. It isn't my right to take your virginity, save that for Pot-head or something."
She pouted and looked ready to cry, "What if I want you to…."
He laughed, "Tell me that sometime when I haven't gotten you drunk and high and I will take you up on it in an instant. Now come on, time for bed." He extended a hand and pulled her off the floor, leading her to her bed. He kissed her forehead and left her standing in the middle of the room.
Hermione watched him close the portrait to the bathroom before she noticed she was still completely topless. Her brain was dying to dissect this turn of events but the drugs in her head forbid it, they wanted sleep now.
Draco tried to catch his breath as he fell to his bed. He felt entirely too turned on for comfort. Since when had making out given his body such an immediate physical response? He felt feral, he wanted to run back in there and fuck her senseless and she had claimed she wanted it too, but he couldn't deny the obvious, Hermione was tanked out of her gourd. There was no way she would agree to sleep with him sober, and he wasn't about to take her virginity drunk. He wondered suddenly where his morals had come from; he had certainly never cared about hurting her before. But she was his head girl, and with that came responsibility. Dumbledore had pounded that point into his brain repeatedly throughout the year.
Well folks, let me know what you think. I have about a hundred written pages left to type, edit and get up, so it will come along slowly but surely. This is mostly a plot driven piece so I am setting the foundation of what is yet to come.