THE ROAD TO FRIENDSHIP
I
Hermione Granger had always thought of herself as a sophisticated, headstrong woman, who had no qualms about being right all the time, and who certainly harboured no inhibitions about pointing out the former to people who claimed otherwise. However, she was infamous for someone whose patience wore too thin too soon, and constantly pointing out her correctness to ignorant morons was one such activity that aided in the thinning down of said patience.
Which is why she probably should have decided against accepting Draco Malfoy's offer to buy her a drink.
Then again, she was almost broke, and declining free drinks from a childhood nemesis wasn't exactly in her best financial interests.
Thus, she sat by him at the quaint little Muggle club's quaint little bar, swaying closer to him than sober-Hermione would've liked.
'Muggle music is kinda bad,' he screamed, and she almost didn't hear him.
'Are you freakin' kidding? Even the worst Muggle musicians sound better than the Weird Sisters.'
He took offense at that, and she smirked. She'd seen him mouthing the lyrics to all of their songs whenever they performed in school.
'You're provoking me,' he said, then, and she raised her arms in an exaggerated shrug.
'You witch,' he guffawed, downing the rest of his drink.
'Why, yes, I do believe I am.'
'Wanna get out of here?'
She deliberated for a long while, and he drummed his fingers on his knee impatiently.
'Eh, sure.'
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'Oh, shit, that's hot, yeah,' he breathed out, as she straddled him on his couch, pressing herself against him, planting open-mouthed kisses against his bare chest.
He unzipped her dress and shrugged it off her frame, letting it pool around her waist as she bent her head lower to lick at his pectorals, causing him to actually grunt, and then chuckle thereafter at the guttural sound.
He worked his hands around her and found the strap holding her dainty black bra together, and entered into competition with it. He'd never liked bras. They refused to come off.
'Oye, Granger, little help here?'
He squeezed at the hook a lot harder this time, and sighed in satisfaction as it popped open, but then halted as he felt a line of sticky liquid drip down his chest.
'Ew, what – Granger? Oh, for fuck's sake, are you asleep? And drooling? God, what a disaster, why do these idiot girls drink more than they can handle – a million girls would die to kiss me, and this one's sleeping through it. Fan-fucking-tastic.'
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A/N - hehe, super short, I know, but I've a feeling I'm gonna have a lot of fun writing this, haha. ALSO IMPORTANT - VOLDEMORT NEVER CAME BACK IN THIS FLUFFY, SEXY VERSION OF THINGS, AND THERE WAS NEVER A SECOND WAR. Yay.
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