Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters within. The plot is mine, and mine alone. But the rest, I give credit when due to the wonderful J.K Rowling who gave me a magical childhood.
I've changed quite a lot, so please don't complain about it. :3
It's rated M for a reason, boys and girls. So handle the content with maturity.

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Hermione Granger felt the strange tickle of hot breath on the back of her neck. It smelled of fire whiskey, so she turned, expecting to see her boyfriend, Ron. But instead, she was greeted with silver eyes.

She eyed him up in down, taking his very being into her alcohol drenched mind. The houses had all put aside their differences to throw a party, as their 7th year was going to be over in only 2 months.

She felt clumsy hands run up the sides of her dress, making the inner layer of tulle in the pink and black gradient skirt tickle her thighs. Those same clumsy hands trailed across her bare shoulders, and down her arms, sending chills through her body.

She wanted to protest, but she couldn't find her voice. She just stood there, slowly being backed into a room, she didn't know which. Lips came crashing against hers and tongues mingled, as if trying to finally relieve the tension between the two.

A throaty moan escaped the lips of the man nipping and sucking at her collar bones and it was almost too much for her. Her knees began shaking and he noticed, taking her legs in his arms and hoisting her up against his hips. He pushed her hard against the wall and ran his hands up and down her thighs, keeping her supported all the same.

She didn't notice his hand slip under her dress. She didn't notice his other hand skillfully working her zipper down. She didn't notice being set down, nor did she notice when the strapless dress fell around her hot pink pumps. She didn't notice anything, except how his hands made nerves come to life, and how he tasted.

She began to notice when the room went silent, aside from their breathes. She pushed him back and looked around. Nobody was there, and the room was dark. She locked eyes with him, and realized what she was doing was wrong. She pushed him further back and bent down to grab her dress.

He gently touched her arm. "Please let me look at you..." He whispered hoarsely against her neck. She had a sick feeling in her stomach, but ignored it. For the first time in her life, she felt truly desired. Ron loved her, but he always got too nervous to touch her the way Draco did.

She lowered the dress, and her eyes, allowing herself a bit of a thrill as his eyes traced over her pale skin, over each curve. He slowly reached out to touch her, giving her chills once hot fingers trailed across timid flesh. He allowed his hands to roam her entire body, tracing her maroon strapless bra, the hems of her matching panties.

She felt a deep warmth flood her core and couldn't think of anything except for what she wanted him to do. As if he read her mind, he kissed her lips harder than before, and let his hand slip into her panties. As soon as his fingers touched her most delicate spot, she was suddenly too aware of how much she enjoyed his touch.

She felt a deep crimson creep across her cheeks, and a small moan slipped from between her lips, into his mouth. He groaned quietly and grabbed one of her wrists, leading her hand to his belt buckle. She fumbled for a moment, before undoing it, pulling his belt from the loops of his trousers with no effort at all.

He almost jumped when her hand grazed his arousal, and he bit back a groan. She watched him closely as her fingers slid into the waistband of his boxers. His eyes rolled back and he bit his lip. It has been entirely too long since he'd felt a woman's touch. Pansy had too recently taken an interest in his best mate, Blaise Zabini.

He made eye contact with her for a moment before attacking her mouth, assaulting her tongue with quick flicks from his. He smirked to himself as he thought about what he was doing. He was corrupting the princess of Gryffindor. He reached to her back and undid her bra with one hand, his other still hard at work at touching her between the legs.

As the bra fell, he leaned away from her mouth and withdrew his hand from her panties. She immediately, and instinctively moved her slender hands to cover her exposed flesh. He took everything about her into his mind.

Her pale, pink lips. The wing-tipped eyeliner. The elegant rosary between her full breasts. The combination of fear and lust in her eyes, causing them to gloss over and become half-lidded. The black crystal heart ring on her right hand.

As he stared at her, he began to doubt his own motives. Before, it was a bet with a fellow Slytherin, who had insulted Draco's ability to get any woman he wanted. But now, he was beginning to realize that he was a total git to her without knowing anything about her.

Sure, her blood-status was questionable. And she had the tendency to be a know-it-all. Who was he kidding? He just wanted to ravish her. He pulled off his shirt quickly, and his trousers followed the shirt in a heap on the floor. In unison, the two pushed off the fabrics that kept them apart. His black silk boxers met her panties on the floor.

He pushed her up against the wall and picked her up. She felt his biceps contract under her hands. He held her up with one hand and used his other to position his member at her opening. Before giving her the chance to protest, he pushed himself in.

Before long, she was screaming in pleasure. He bit her neck and groaned as she dug her nails into his back. He felt a flood of liquid hit his torso and legs, and felt her internal muscles flex against him, drawing him further in. It took all of his power not to completely lose it.

"Ohhh, fuck Granger..." He groaned out, biting his lip hard.

He picked up his pace even more, and he moaned out her name, the first time he'd ever called her by her first name. He started breathing harder before he allowed himself release, knowing she'd had hers 3 times. He kept holding her up, resting his head against her shoulder, panting hard, their sweat mingling.

He set her down and fell to the floor. He looked at his legs, then back to her. He was used to the shine of feminine juices, but this had a red tint to it. He put to and two together and his eyes went wide. She sat down on the floor as well.

"Christ, Granger. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you hadn't done this before. Fuck."

She looked at him in disbelief. A man was actually angry with her for letting him be her first? She wasn't sure if the liquor was why she was mad or if she truly ready to murder him. She swallowed her pride and re-dressed in silence, before leaving the room quickly. She heard the gasps and saw the shocked faces as people watched her leave a room that had a naked, sweaty Draco in it.

The look that hurt her the worst was the one from Ron. He had a single tear rolling down his cheek, but hate in his eyes. She pushed past everyone to leave the Great Hall, and sat on the stairs, watching drunk students hobble about.

Just as she knew was going to happen, Ron shoved past people and lumbered towards her, almost falling twice. He stood in front of her, breathing hard, his knuckles bloody and bruised. Her eyes went wide.

"Ronald, what did you do?" Hermione gasped, having never seen this side of him before.

"He touched my girl..." Ron whispered, before walking past her and up the stairs. She watched him and realized she wanted to drink more. She walked back into the Great Hall and downed 4 shots of Fire Whiskey, one right after the other.

She saw a group of Slytherin girls all over Draco, clinging to his every word. They glanced at her, listened to him more intently then laughed loudly.

Her stomach felt warm, and she felt light headed. Then everything went black.