Hi, Just a little note to say if you haven't read Bad Things then I would suggest you read that first. Bad Things was my first fic, this is a follow-up fic thats going to be longer and in more detail. There will be smut in later chapters so if you don't like smut, I wouldn't bother. Hope you like it. R&R :)
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Draco
I'm waking up from a fantastic dream. I had Granger in my bed and she was doing things to me that I never would have dreamed her capable of. I keep my eyes shut, trying not to let the image in my mind leave. It's hopeless. I sigh and open my eyes. It's late morning and I am warm and extremely comfortable in bed. Thank Merlin it's the weekend because I don't think I could bring myself to move if I had to. My erection from the dream is almost painful.
I yawn and stretch and nearly have a heart attack because my arm hits something next to me. I whip my head around and see a mop of frizzy brown hair covering my pillow. The duvet is pulled right up around her and she's facing away from me so I can't be sure it's her.
Surely it's not? It was just a dream wasn't it?
I have to be sure. I gently pull the covers down over her face, careful not to wake her. She moans softly and turns towards me in her sleep.
Oh. My. God! It is her!
It all came flooding back to me – the bar, Granger looking mournful over her drink, the mad (completely, utterly mad) plan to have that one night before… well. Before real life intruded.
Carefully, I extract myself from the bed and creep towards the door. I need to get out of here, give her time to leave. I never wanted her to be here in the morning for Merlin's sake! I didn't want to talk to her, I just wanted to fuck her.
And fuck her I did! I feel a familiar smirk cross my face and my loins stir as I remember everything from the night before. She had been amazing! I never would have believed that the snotty little know-it-all had it in her!
Well she's definitely had it in her now… A small laugh escapes me and I jump at the sound, my attention immediately returning to the witch in my bed. She doesn't move and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I leave the room quickly and jump in the shower. I'll get breakfast at Diagon Alley, I decide. I don't want to hear her whining voice, it'll only ruin the perfect night.
I dress quickly and leave while she's still sleeping. Hopefully when I come back she'll be gone, if she's got any sense at all.
Diagon Alley is busy. Well it is a Saturday after all. I smirk at all the mindless people running about with their errands. Merlin, it feels fan-fucking-tastic to be Draco Malfoy right now. I pity anyone who isn't me.
Actually I don't, I laugh at them. I plant the trademark Malfoy sneer on my face and make my way towards a bistro, my stomach rumbling. After last nights vigorous workout, I need a good hearty meal inside me. I suppose I could easily have got that for free at the manor, but then I'd have to deal with Father.
The sneer falls from my face at the thought. Father has been absolutely intolerable recently. Since the fall of the Dark Lord, all he's done is whine and whinge about how things could have been better. Secretly I disagree. Why on earth would I want to follow someone who had been defeated by Harry fuck-face Potter? Five times no less. Not to mention the fact that he almost killed all of us.
That's what annoys me most. If it weren't for Snape I'd be dead by now. How can I remain loyal to a man who had wished me dead? Not to mention his threat on my mother.
I… care for my mother. She has always tried to protect me, to do the best for me. Of course, Father says the same thing but I know that's rubbish. If he had wanted the best for me he wouldn't have returned to the Dark Lord after his resurrection.
It gets harder to respect him every day, much less care for him. His two-year stint in Azkaban didn't do him any favours. He has become weak, craven; hiding in his manor where no one can see him, sending Mother out to London for purchases the house elves can't buy. He's not even half the man he was – not that he was much of a man in the first place, grovelling and snivelling over Voldemort's shoes. What happened to "a Malfoy bows to no man"? And "a Malfoy never asks, he takes". Bullshit if you ask me. Of course, Father lives and breathes bullshit.
I've given up living by my father's rules. Not that he'd know it anyway, secreted away in the manor. I can no longer respect him, pathetic thing that he is.
I do feel a small amount of pity for him though. After all, I could have gone the same way. I managed to escape punishment by telling my lawyer about the threat on my family and about trying to help the 'golden trio' when they turned up. My reasons were selfish of course but they don't need to know that. How could Potter defeat the Dark Lord if he was locked up in my dungeons? How could he release me from that prison if he was dead?
So I lied. I lied at great cost to myself – which my lawyer emphasised tremendously of course – in the hope of getting them out of there.
He wasn't lying, my lawyer, about the cost. It was great. After they escaped I was submitted to hours of torture which my Aunt Bellatrix delighted in performing due to some sick romantic infatuation she had with the Dark Lord.
A shudder courses through me at the thought and I sit at a table for one with a menu. In an effort to stop thinking about my father and his twisted life and all it has wrought, I cast my mind back to the previous night.
She had been perfect. Exquisite. Exactly the release I had needed – and who could have known she would be so good at it? She had 'Exceeded Expectations', no she had been 'Outstanding'. Ha!
I snort to myself at the thought; of course she had been outstanding. When had Hermione Granger been anything other than outstanding? I shouldn't have been surprised. I feel myself hardening at the memories, so I try to think of something else. Of course it's impossible. She's all I can think about now.
I'm tempted to go back to my flat and try her out again. I'd have to gag her of course. Surely she wouldn't be able to resist giving me a piece of her mind this time. On that note, I decide against it. Once will have to be enough.
I order an omelette when the waitress approaches. She gives me the expected once over and flushes at the smirk on my face when she realises I noticed. No witch can resist me. Not even the great Hermione Granger. Although I have to admit, I didn't think she would consent to the idea. Obviously she had been pining for me more than I had realised.
Pansy tells me I have an inflated ego. I disagree. I think my ego is perfectly proportional. Every witch wants me. Every wizard wants to be me. It's hard not to notice. All I do is acknowledge that want. What's wrong with that? Granger just proves my theory. I think Pansy's jealous. She's always been a bit of a lesbian.
Of course I can't tell her. She would tell Blaise and Blaise would tell… well, everyone. Blaise has always been a bit of a gossip. Well, it's more that he'd want everyone to know just to see what would happen, and we can't have that can we? People would talk. Draco Malfoy, sleeping with a Mudblood! I don't really believe in that blood-status tripe anymore but I do like to keep up appearances. No. It's best I keep this to myself and hope that Granger does the same. If she's got half the brain power everyone thinks she does, she won't tell a soul.
Hermione
I'm waking up from an interesting dream which makes me blush when I realise exactly what it was about. Draco Malfoy. He was doing things to me that were making me scream and writhe in such amounts of pleasure that I didn't even know were possible. I smile sleepily and open my eyes – to a completely unfamiliar room.
Where am I? Why aren't I at home in my own bed? Oh wait… It wasn't a dream was it?! Oh. My. God.
I'm in Draco Malfoy's bedroom! I turn quickly to the other side of the bed. It's empty. Thank Merlin!
I get up quickly, throw on my clothes and apparate to the flat I share with Ginny. I walk quickly to the bathroom, desperate not to be confronted until I've showered. I stink of sex. I turn the handle and push and… Oh Merlin, It's locked. Shit!
"Is that you Hermione?" Ginny's voice asks through the bathroom door.
"Yeah, it's me," I reply wearily. I know what's coming. I hear the toilet flush and the sound of the bathroom taps.
I retreat to my room quickly before the onslaught begins. As soon as I close the door, I hear footsteps, a knock, and see Ginny's head peer around the door jamb.
"Where were you last night? How come you didn't come home?" she asks.
I ponder what I'm going to say as she steps fully into the room and looks at me.
"Oh Merlin, you had sex,didn't you?!" she asks, although it's not really a question.
"Is it really that obvious?" I ask her desperately.
"Hermione," she says, evidently amused, "your top is on backwards, your fly is down and your hair looks like a bird's nest. It's blatantly obvious!" Ginny looks ecstatic. Since when is my sex life such a source of amusement to her? Since I got one outside of her brother I guess.
Ron and I had entered into a relationship after the final battle. We only dated for a few weeks before things got… intimate. I don't regret it. He was a wonderful choice for my first, but both of us felt that we were better off as friends in the end. Despite the fact that we had sex, I'll always love him like a brother. Not like the King Arthur and Morgan Le Fay kind of sibling love. That would be weird, just ordinary brother and sister love. Also I'm not sure I'd be happy about having any little red-haired kids who grow up to off their dad!
I sink onto my bed and sigh, throwing a pillow over my head to hide my smile. Even though I know she'd hate me for it, and it was amazingly stupid of me, I can't help but feel good about it.
"So..?" Ginny prompts.
I remove the smile from my face and force myself to look serious so I can remove the pillow from my head. "So what?" I say incredulously. I know exactly what she wants to know, but she's not going to get the information out of me that easily.
"So who was it, how was it? What happened? You have to tell me!" She looks positively jubilant.
"No one you know, amazing, and we had sex." I say answering all her questions in one go, hoping there won't be more, but knowing, at the same time, that there will be.
"Oh come on!" Ginny whines as she sits down on my bed. "I want all the juicy details! What's his name? How did it happen? Was he better than Ron?"
Clearly I'm not going to get any respite until I spill so I resolve to tell her as much as I can without revealing who it was. "His name was… Daniel Matthews," I say, keeping to his initials.
My imagination has always been severely limited, as Ginny insists on reminding me at least once a week. Then again, Ginny runs the Quibbler with Luna Lovegood, so her standards for 'imagination' are pretty high.
"We met at the bar," I say. "It's your fault, you know." I might as well blame Ginny. It'll make me feel better. "If you hadn't been so late it would never had happened."
"Daniel Matthews, huh? Well I won't say I'm sorry," she replies mischievously. "It's about time you got laid!"
I privately agree with her. I haven't had a relationship since Ron. Not that you can call what Malfoy and I had a relationship. It was just sex. No it wasn't just sex… It was just bloody fantastic sex!
I wouldn't normally have done it – even now I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was his fantastic body, maybe it was the way he looked at me or maybe I just needed a good shag. It doesn't matter anyway. No one will find out, that is if I have my way.
Ginny is smirking lecherously at me in that 'I am so great and you should thank me for having no time-keeping skills' way that she has. "Oh shut up," I say grumbling. "I need a shower."
"I'll bet!" Ginny giggles. "But I won't let you go until you've told me everything!"
"You won't let me go? Just how are you going to stop me?"
"Easy," says Ginny, standing up. I watch helplessly as she locks my bedroom door with a swift 'colloportus' and, quick as a flash, disarms me as I draw my own wand to open it again. "And you're supposed to be the brightest witch of the generation!" she scoffs.
My mouth drops open in amazement. Ginny is far tougher than people seemed to think. I sigh and lie down on my bed again. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."
She settles back down on my bed listens with glee, still holding both of our wands.
"I met him at the bar, like I said. He kept staring at me and eventually came over. I'd had a few drinks and he invited me back to his place and… I accepted."
"So, was he gorgeous?" Eager eyes meet mine.
"Yes, extremely!" I hope she'll be happy with my explanation. I don't mind telling her about the sex, but I'm worried she'll realise I'm lying about who he is. I've never been very good at lying.
"So, what did you do?"
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you think?" I ask her.
She huffs at me, annoyed at my resistance to her questioning. "Oh come on, Hermione! Did you use hands, mouths or…"
"Everything," I interrupt. "We used everything."
Ginny's mouth drops open. "Wow, must have been an eventful night," she almost whispers.
I swear she looks jealous, but she's been with Harry for years and surely has done all of the things we're implying.
Ginny and Harry decided to take it slowly after the war. They knew they wanted to be together forever, but they wanted to live their lives first and not jump straight into marriage and children. I heartily approve of their decision.
Ginny and I have been living together for two years and Ron and Harry have been living together for just as long. It's a nice arrangement. We get to see a lot of each other without getting in each other's way.
Harry and Ron are Aurors, I'm a curse breaker for the Ministry, and Ginny covers Quidditch for Luna, amongst other things – has done since right after the war.
I was offered a position at Auror School at the same time as Harry and Ron, but declined. I'd had too much darkness in my life already. Curse breaking is far from safe, but it's not nearly as bad as being an Auror. It has just the right amount of excitement for me.
And I certainly don't need to go adding to it by sleeping with Draco sodding Malfoy, I remind myself sternly.
"So are you going to see him again?" asks Ginny curiously.
"Most definitely not," I reply.
"Why not?" Ginny looks disappointed. "I thought you said it was amazing!" She swoons theatrically on my bed.
"It was," I say, "but it was just a one night stand. We barely spoke to each other. It was just sex, Ginny. Mutual physical attraction, that's all."
"Hmm," She looks thoughtful. "Well, maybe you'll see him again some time and –" she grins suggestively, "– who knows? One thing could lead to another… again."
"I sincerely doubt it," I reply. "Neither of us want it to go any further."
"Who said anything about it going further?" The mischievous look returns. "You can have sex again without it turning into a relationship, you know, and why would a relationship with him be a bad idea?"
"Trust me; we just don't match that way. Now if you'll let me go, I really need to take a shower."
"Well, okay," Ginny reluctantly gives me back my wand. "But if it does happen again, I don't want to have to drag the details out of you. Just bloody tell me, or else!"
"Or else what?" I ask her, finally allowing the grin I've been suppressing all morning to spread across my face.
"Or else I'll tell Harry and Ron you slept with Draco Malfoy."
My jaw drops as she gets up, unlocks the door and leaves for her room. Damnit!How the fuck did she know?!
Well there's the first chapter. Thanks to my beta's Grace Robinson and EmilyMax, love you both! R&R people!