Here's part one of a smutty little two shot I wrote for you all. It was originally going to be a Blaimione story but you know me… where Blaise goes, Draco goes, so I just couldn't keep our favourite blond out of it.
Massive thanks and kisses go to LaBelladone x for her fabulous Beta skills and being an awesome friend, even if she does rip the piss out of me for always taking the wrong travel adaptors on holiday! If you haven't checked out her WIP, Fictitious, then you really should because it's a brilliant Dramione.
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Happy Reading
~ coyg_81
Girls Night Out
Part One
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"Mi, you need a night out. You've been moping over him for months now! If you're not going to make a move, maybe it's time to focus your attention on someone new." Ginny Weasley urged her best friend Hermione Granger.
"I don't know, Gin. You know I don't like those clubs you and Dean go to. It's always so loud and crowded."
"So what are you going to do then? Hmm? Sit at home and pine away for someone you don't have the balls to tell that you like and want in your bed doing unspeakable things to you?" Ginny grinned deviously at her.
"Oh God, don't Gin. The dreams… they're getting dirtier every night. I keep waking up panting in a hot mess most mornings."
"And fucking Malfoy's brains out last month didn't help at all?" Ginny sighed dreamily.
Yes, she was happy with her longterm boyfriend Dean Thomas but the thought of a night with Draco Malfoy between the sheets would make any witch a little hot under the collar. Hermione had managed it but she wasn't keen on sharing the details.
Watching her blush furiously, Ginny laughed. "Another reason to let go tonight, Mi. I want you nice and inebriated so you'll loosen up and tell me what really happened that night. It must of been good by that blush that just crept across your face and gave the game away."
"A lady never tells, Weasley."
"Whatever, Granger. Go home and change into something short, tight and fabulous, and I'll guarantee you a night you won't forget," she winked at the embarrassed curly-haired witch.
Sighing in defeat, knowing she wouldn't win this argument and resigned to a 'Ginny Weasley' night out, Hermione stood up from the sofa and made her way over to the fireplace.
"I don't know why I'm friends with you, Ginevra," Hermione told her, rolling her eyes at the smirk on her friend's face.
"You're friends with me because I'm going to give you the best night of your life." Ginny whispered under her breath, watching her mate spin away in a whoosh of green flames. Now all she had to do was owl 'him' and let him know the plan had been put into place and where to meet them both.
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He sat quietly sipping his coffee, reading the Quidditch section of the Prophet, when an owl tapping at his window disturbed him. Grinning and rising from the table he let the creature in and took the rolled note from the its foot.
"Thanks, Pig," he smiled at the tiny white-feathered bird as it helped itself to a few owl treats before flying away.
He unrolled the parchment, taking in the details.
Emerald Kisses Club, 9pm.
~G.W
Tonight's the night then; tonight would be the night he would finally get what he had wanted - for YEARS!
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"Hermione!" Ginny shouted out, stepping from the fireplace and brushing soot from her dress.
"Bedroom." Came the muted response from down the hall.
Ginny crossed the vast lounge, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows across the Thames River and the sprawling London landscape. She loved Hermione's penthouse apartment; it was bought with the reward money her best friend had been given for helping defeat He-Who-Couldn't-Smell-Properly.
Entering Hermione's bedroom, like she owned the place and catching sight of her frustrated friend standing in front of the mirror, Ginny took in the destruction of Hermione's room. Clothes were strewn about everywhere, empty bottles of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion littered the dressing table and Hermione looked close to a breakdown.
"WEASLEY!" She fumed at the amused expression on her friend's face. "This is why I don't like going out. I look hideous," she cried in defeat.
Trying to stem the flow of tears falling from her eyes in laughter, Ginny stepped around the discarded jeans, tops and dresses on the hardwood floor and made her way over to the clearly stressed out witch.
"Oh, Mi, really?" She snorted, almost doubling over in fits. "Are you ever going to learn how to tame that wild mess?"
Ginny pushed down on Hermione's shoulders until she was sitting in front of her dressing table and facing the mirror, grabbing a hold of one the oily looking locks before releasing it with a horrified expression.
"How much of that shite did you use, for Godric's sake? It's no good; I can't do anything with that. Get back in the shower and wash it all out." She reached for a nearby towel and wiped the gooey substance from her hands.
Huffing in frustration, Hermione did as she was asked, walking into her en-suite bathroom and slamming the door behind her.
"Stop acting like a child and just wash it out," Ginny called after her.
By the time Hermione emerged from the steam-filled room, Ginny had cleared up the mess and was waiting, arm held out with a glass of Ogden's Finest Champagne for her friend to drink.
Hermione took the proffered glass and sat back down, sipping the bubbly drink.
"Who would've thought that the Ogden who owns the distillery now would've married a muggle and invented a wizard equivalent of Champagne?" It was tasty though.
Ginny put her glass down and began to dry Hermione's hair with her wand, taking sections and wrapping it around the wood, watching it fall in beautiful spirals down her friend's back.
When Ginny had finished, she pulled Hermione's chair back to move in front and add some light makeup to her face.
"You're so bloody pretty, you hardly need any makeup at all. Lucky cow," she laughed, adding just a touch of bronzer to highlight Hermione's high cheekbones.
"If only I knew how to use the stuff," Hermione sighed, despondently.
"Well, you've never been a 'girly girl' Mi, and there's nothing wrong with that! Especially when you have me to help you out," Ginny winked at her.
Giggling, Hermione took another sip of the fizzy liquid and stood up when Ginny indicated.
"There, all done."
Hermione turned to her full length mirror and admired Ginny's handiwork. She'd put some light brown/gold eyeshadow across her lids, a small amount of mascara, a touch of bronzer, and a pale pink lipstick. At least she didn't look like one of the hookers found in Knockturn Alley.
"Nice job, Weasley," she grinned in appreciation.
"Now for something to wear," Ginny said, reaching behind her to the bed where she had placed a dress for Hermione to squeeze into for the night.
Shaking her head in mute horror, Hermione backed away from her friend until she hit the wall. Hands splayed on either side of her, and shaking her curls left to right, she uttered the word no over and over.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Ginny answered, not one to back down. "This will look fucking fantastic on you and you know it."
She stalked towards Hermione with the barely there dark green material in her hand. "Put it on," she demanded, holding the offending garment out in front of her.
"For God's sake, Ginny. You're a nightmare," Hermione acquiesced, knowing full well this was one of those arguments she wouldn't win against the redhead. She removed her pale blue, silk dressing gown and pulled the tight material over her head, Ginny helping to keep her curls from getting tangled. Once she'd pulled it down, she righted herself and looked in the mirror.
It was one of those Muggle bodycon dresses in her favourite dark green, hugging her curves in all the right places. Its sleeveless design complemented the wide straps and, with a square but slightly plunging neckline, it made Hermione's average sized boobs look round and full.
"Gin—"
"No, Mi. I don't want to hear it. You look amazing," Ginny interrupted, passing over a pair of four inch, black velvet, strappy sandals. "Here," she ordered, waving the shoes in front of her.
Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbing them on her way back to perch on the edge of the bed, as she tied the bows of her peep-toe sandals around her ankles.
Ginny threw her wand across so Hermione could place a balancing and cushioning charm on the ankle-breaking footwear, before standing to test them out.
"I feel like a lady of the night," Hermione moaned, taking in her reflection once more. At least the dress wasn't so short on the leg, coming up no higher than mid thigh. It was the most skin Hermione had bared for a long time; it made her uncomfortable.
"No, you don't. You look sexy as hell and all the males in the club will think so too." Ginny retorted, giving Hermione a don't-argue-with-me look.
Resigned to her fate, Hermione crossed back to the dressing table and sprayed a mist of perfume around her before picking up her black clutch.
"Come on then, Weasley. Let's get this over with," she sighed, walking towards the door and through to the living room.
Ginny rolled her eyes behind her friend's back, shaking her head in amusement.
This girl really needed to let her hair down for once.
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They Apparated to Diagon Alley and Ginny lead Hermione to the Leaky Cauldron for a couple of drinks, before hitting the newest club to open on the Alley.
She ordered them both a glass of wine and they found a quiet booth near the back of the bustling establishment.
Both sipped at the cool French Pinot, looking around at the Friday night crowd to see if they could spot anyone they knew.
Neville was propped up at the end of the bar watching his girlfriend Hannah run about serving drinks. They waved over at him and he raised his glass in salute at them both, mimicking he would speak to them in a bit.
"Sooo," Ginny started.
"What?" Hermione asked quietly, eyeing the redhead over the rim of her glass.
"Malfoy! I want to know how that even happened, Mi. Seriously, how did you end up in bed with the Prince of Slytherin himself?"
"Urgh… Gin, so not ready to talk about that yet," Hermione answered, squirming in her seat as the memories of that night assaulted her mind. Did it suddenly get hot in here? She wriggled her arse against the seat, a warm heat clenching in her core.
"Fine, fine, but you will give me details before the night is over, Granger," the fiery redhead snarled, pointing her finger in Hermione's direction.
Hermione was beginning to regret telling her best friend about that night at all as Ginny had done nothing but harass her for information ever since. Still, it took Ginny's mind from Hermione's 'other' problem.
"Talking of Malfoy," Ginny began, necking a couple of big gulps of her drink. "Have you actually seen him since 'that' night?"
"No."
"Not even at work?"
"Surprisingly, no, I haven't. Maybe he's ashamed at waking up in my bed and is avoiding me," Hermione spoke quietly, voicing her fear aloud.
"That's not it Mi, and you know it. No one would be ashamed of spending the night with you. So you took him back to yours, did you?" She slyly asked, picking up on the first tidbit Hermione had said about that event.
"You are so pushy, Ginevra. Fine. I'll bloody tell you but, later, ok?"
"Deal," Ginny agreed, before Hermione could change her mind.
"Now that's out of the way, when is Dean going to pop the question?" The curly haired Gryffindor asked of her best friend.
Ginny had been dating fellow Gryffindor Dean Thomas since sixth year; they'd moved into a nice modest house in Wizarding London a year ago and Ginny was waiting for the proposal. Hermione knew the girl had dropped enough hints about it recently.
"Well, the sneaky git is taking me to Rome next weekend and I have a feeling it'll be then. He's been acting a little cagey recently and has warded the top drawer of his desk at home. I reckon it's got my engagement ring in it." The youngest Weasley laughed.
"You're so bad Gin, honestly. He better do it soon or I have a feeling he'll be needing a doctor for all the bats that will be flying out of his nose."
Both girls cackled loudly at Hermione's words, knowing it was true. They both finished their drinks and Hermione stood to fetch more. She chatted with Neville and Hannah for a few minutes, catching up with her fellow schoolmates, before making her way back over to Ginny, not noticing the warm, inquisitive brown eyes following her every move from behind the pillar near where Neville sat.
One and a half glasses down and Hermione already felt the the slight haze creep across her head; she was no good at drinking alcohol.
"How's Ron?" Hermione hadn't heard from him for a while. Her other best friend was notoriously bad at responding to mail.
"Still in Romania with Charlie, for now. He never really got over the break up with Susan but he seems quite settled over there. Mum and Dad are going out in a few weeks for a visit. I think Mum wants to try and talk him into coming back home, but I can't see it myself." Ginny shrugged, downing more of her drink.
They were both quiet as they remembered the chaos of Susan breaking things off with Ron a few weeks before their planned wedding. He had been heartbroken and fled to his brother's dragon reserve in Eastern Europe.
"Enough about my brother anyway. What are you going to do about your little problem?" Ginny smirked over her glass at her friend's sudden stillness at the mention of 'her problem'
"Nothing Gin. I'm not going to do anything about it because he doesn't feel the same way as me, and he never will."
"How do you know that if you've never even spoken to him about it?"
"I don't need to speak to him; I just know," Hermione sighed, thinking about the wizard she'd been in love with ever since she started working with him under Harry Potter at the D.M.L.E.
"Oh, please, don't give me that. It's so obvious how he feels about you! He'll find any excuse to come into your office and, whenever I visit, he's always there, hanging on your every word. I swear he only applied for the job to get closer to you. It's not like he needs the money or anything."
"Pfff, I don't think so Gin—"
"Well, I do," she stated, cutting her off. What would it take for her best girlfriend to see that the wizard in question was batshit crazy in love with her, and had been for years? He was a shy and unassuming bloke; he kept to himself, was never seen out on the town with a bevvy of beauties - like some wizards their age - and was too frightened to actually confront Hermione about the way he felt.
That was until Ginny realised how they both felt about each other. It was her civic duty to interfere and get them together. As a result, a few weeks ago, she visited said wizard and told him, in no uncertain terms, if he wanted a shot with Hermione then he had to be the one to make the first move.
She'd also told him that Hermione was in love with him and not to be afraid of rejection as there was no way Hermione would say no.
He'd upped his flirting game with her at work, making the Gryffindor blush and squirm at every opportunity he got in the last few weeks.
This whole evening was set up to finally bring them both together.
Hermione was lost in thought as Ginny rose to fetch more drinks, noticing the time. Another hour and she'd have her in the club where hopefully Hermione and her wizard would finally acknowledge those feelings.
She came back to the table with two glasses of Firewhiskey and two shots of a Muggle liquor called Sambuca.
"Oh no, Gin. You know I can't do shots!" Hermione cried, noticing the shot glasses.
"Shut up, Granger, and just drink it." The redhead demanded, placing one glass on the table and knocking back her own shot in one. Disgusting stuff, she thought, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in a most unladylike fashion.
Sighing loudly, Hermione lifted the small glass and poured the contents in her mouth, feeling her throat burn. She hated Sambuca.
"Yuck. No more of that," she said, feeling her head go woozy.
"I told you, you needed to lighten up for once and just enjoy yourself. We'll find you a suitable wizard by the end of the night, no problem," Ginny winked at her, picking up the Firewhiskey and holding it out in front of her until Hermione clinked her own glass against it.
"No more talk of lover boy. It's obvious now you're not a true Gryffindor," she laughed at the outraged expression on her friend's face.
"Excuse me?" Hermione exclaimed. "Am too."
"Are not or you would have made your move already."
"Gin, please, I can't. Alright? I don't know what I'd do if he said no. I have to work with him! I know you keep saying he likes me too but I just don't know... I'm scared to go down that rabbit hole. Please, just leave it." She begged her, getting a little annoyed at her friend's insistence on the subject. Hermione was just happy to have the wizard in her life as a friend.
"Ok, ok, I promise, I won't mention it anymore," Ginny smirked .
"Good. Thank you. Now…"
They carried on chatting about mundane things and trying to guess who Harry and Pansy would ask to be godparents to their unborn baby, due in less than a week.
After another round of Firewhiskey, both girls stood to leave and make their way down the street to the newest club to open, Emerald Kisses. Ginny had raved about the place when she and Dean had been last weekend. She loved to dance, always dragging her not-so-willing boyfriend to this club or that. She'd even signed them up for classic dance lessons and Dean had done nothing but moan when Hermione had had them, along with Harry and Pansy over for dinner in the week.
Arm in arm, they stepped from the Leaky Cauldron and wandered slowly down the street, glad of the crisp night air; the pub had been stifling hot. Hermione felt less light headed with some fresh air in her lungs. They could hear music pumping out of the club's doors as they approached. A long queue had formed but the security at the door waved them both through once Ginny had given their names for the VIP area.
"VIP?" Hermione looked surprised. "How much did that cost?"
"Oh, it didn't cost me anything, Mi. I know the owner." She grinned widely. "Actually, so do you." She stated, pointing over at the long bar on the back wall where Cormac McClaggen sat raising his glass in their direction.
"Cormac? No way," Hermione sequealed in shock. "What's he doing owning a place like this?"
"Reckons it'd be a great place to pick up easy witches. You know him, always was the male slut of Hogwarts. I offered him free Quidditch World Cup tickets for December and he gave me a year's free admission to the club." Ginny laughed at the look that spread across her friend's features.
"You never cease to amaze me, Gin," Hermione said, shaking her head at her friend's blatant audacity.
Shrugging her shoulders she lead them over to the roped off VIP area to the left side of the bar. A waitress appeared laden down with a tray filled with champagne flutes. Ginny grabbed two glasses and passed one to her friend. They took a seat in the booth and watched the people out on the dance floor.
Hermione took in her surroundings. Cormac has done it up nicely; the VIP section had private booths in a dark velvet material, a classic seventies black and white checked dance floor, the bar stretched the length of the club, the counter in black marble was flecked with silver and an array of different and expensive looking drinks lining the wall behind. Other seating areas were dotted around the outside of the dance space. She looked up to see a balcony so people could look over the entire floor of the club.
Her heart froze when she thought she'd spotted him but, taking another look, she couldn't see him there. There's no way he'd be in a place like this.
Hermione excused herself and made her way towards the ladies room, feeling wobbly on her legs after the amount of alcohol she had consumed tonight. She patted her face with cold water, grateful Ginny had set her makeup with a spell.
She got her breathing under control and returned to her friend.
"You alright, Hermione?" Ginny drunkenly asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Gin. Just hot and a little tipsy," she answered, almost falling back into her seat. Summoning over the waitress, she asked for a glass of cold water and drank it down in one when she'd been handed it.
"Are you pissed enough yet to tell me what happened with Malfoy?" Ginny asked expectantly.
"Sure, Gin," she answered, waving her hand dismissively in the air.
Ginny sat up in surprise and leaned her head in her hands looking at her, waiting for the story to start.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything." Ginny told her, sighing happily now she was going to hear about it. "How did it even happen? I know he's an Auror and you see him most days. I also know your relationship has improved, ever since you guys had to share a room as Heads after the war. But how did it go from 'friendly' to shagging?" She grinned.
"Well, it was around a month ago. I was working late—"
"No shit!" Ginny butted in, rolling her eyes.
"Do you want to hear it or not?"
"Yes. Sorry. Continue," Ginny answered, waving her on.
"As I was saying, I was working late. Malfoy had just got back from a mission in South America, following a lead on Yaxley. He was mighty pissed off because it had been a false trail. He was banging about his desk and cursing loudly so I came out of my office and told him to quieten down. He turned the full Malfoy glare and anger on me and we got into a massive argument."
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"What is your fucking problem, Granger?"
"You, you insufferable prick. I'm trying to work and you're making a sodding racket."
"I'm so sorry I've offended the workaholic bookworm."
"Fuck you, Malfoy.".
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Granger?" He shouted, smirking at her reaction to his words. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. Even with your little crush walking around here everyday. You've thought about fucking me, haven't you?" He spat furiously, stalking towards her.
"Wha… what?" She stammered, backing away from him, into her office. "How do you know about—"
"About what, Granger? Your little obsession with a certain wizard who works here and happens to be a good friend of mine? Oh, I know everything, believe me. Now answer me," he breathed slowly, still advancing toward her. "You've thought about what it would be like to fuck me, haven't you? To have my hard cock pounding into your tight, hot, pussy, because I've certainly thought about what it would be like to have you writhing beneath me, screaming MY name and not his."
"No… no… I haven't, Malfoy, now sod off and leave me alone." She stepped back further until her arse had hit the edge of the desk.
"Yes, you have. Where are you going to go now, Granger, hmm? Tell me? Are you going to run or confront this?" He demanded, grabbing a lock of her hair and bringing it to his nose, inhaling her scent.
Hermione's heart was thundering, her sweaty palms closing around the edge of her desk. She leaned back and he moved until he was hovering over her.
"If you don't want this, Hermione, tell me now." His eyes had turned from angry to dark with lust in a second. "Or I am going to kiss you."
He didn't get a reply, he just watched as she gulped and licked her lips.
His mouth crashed down onto hers…
~•~•~•~•~
"Fuck… ing… hells… bells, Mi." Ginny gasped, as Hermione told her the story. "So he shagged you on your desk?"
Hermione nodded slowly, calling the waitress over.
"Two more Firewhiskeys, and another water please." She told the smiling witch before her. The service in this place was impeccable.
"So, then what happened? How did you end up at your apartment?" Ginny asked, completely enraptured with the tale Hermione was regaling her with.
"Well, afterward, we got dressed and he grabbed my hand. He told me we weren't done yet and he was taking me back to the Manor. I didn't want to go there, Gin. You know why."
"Of course! Who the hell would after what happened last time you were there? You're definitely not ready for that."
"Exactly. I told him that and, without missing a beat, he told me to Apparate us to my place... which I did."
"And?" Ginny asked, wide eyed at her friend's promiscuity with the blond Slytherin.
"Well, I did, and we carried on from there."
"Shit, Mi. I don't even know what to say." Ginny spoke, at a loss for actual words.
"I haven't seen him since but then I have been trying to actively NOT see him."
"Why?"
"It's too embarrassing, Gin. The things I did and said that night…" Hermione didn't say anymore as she watched the waitress return with their drinks.
Hermione drank a few mouthfuls of the Firewhiskey before turning back to her friend.
"Harry sent him on another mission the day after and, when he returned, I made sure I wasn't in the office."
"So, do you fancy him?" Ginny asked, sipping her whiskey slowly. She wanted to hear the rest without being completely plastered.
"I didn't think I did but when he kissed me, I came alive, Gin. Every part of me suddenly woke up to the sensation of having Malfoy's lips on me and I went a little wild." She admitted shyly.
"Well, fuck," Ginny exclaimed. "So, how was it?"
"It was the best night of my life."
"Yeah, it was," Ginny said, holding her hand up for a high five. That earned her an eye roll from the embarrassed witch across from her.
"And what about the other one?"
"I feel guilty. It feels like I've cheated on him somehow - which I know is ridiculous - but that's how I feel." She sighed, looking down at the table.
"So, you still love him, but you fancy Malfoy as well and wouldn't mind a repeat of that night, right?"
"Something like that," Hermione mumbled. "Does that make me a slag?" She asked, worriedly.
"Of course fucking not, you daft bint. You've only slept with two people, Mi, and you're twenty one, for Godric's sake. You're entitled to have fun with whomever you please. I wonder if loverboy knows about you and Malfoy," Ginny pondered aloud.
"Oh God, I hope not. He really wouldn't have anything to do with me if he knew I'd shagged his mate, and on my desk no less. Do you know how hard it was to look him in the face the next morning at work when he bought me in a coffee and sat down? Knowing I'd done that the night before, right there. I didn't know where to look! He told me I was acting weird and thought I was ill. He was concerned for me Gin. The guilt ate me up!"
Ginny spat her drink across the table, narrowly missing Hermione's dress, laughing until she couldn't breathe.
"Oh, Hun. You haven't done anything wrong and, you never know, he might find it hot and want a ménage a trois," she winked.
"Don't even go there with that idea, Weasley. I dreamt it a couple nights ago," Hermione admitted quietly.
"NO!" Ginny shouted, earning her a look from the patrons near by.
"Gin, keep your voice down." Hermione snarled at her, her cheeks blushing furiously.
"What was it like?"
"Ginny!"
"Oh, just tell me. It was only a dream after all."
Hermione leaned in across the table, as Ginny did the same, whispering so only her best friend could hear.
"I woke up with my fingers in my knickers and rubbed so hard I came screaming out both their names. The hardest I'd ever come in my life."
"Except the night Malfoy fucked you sideways, right?" Ginny grinned and winked again.
"Well, yeah. Apart from that night." Hermione agreed, laughing. God, the alcohol had definitely loosened her up.
"So, has he tried to contact you since?"
"Once. About a week after he got back from his mission. Sent me an owl saying we needed to talk but, as I said, I've been doing my best to ignore him and he doesn't know where I live, so—"
"You're going to have to see him sometime. You know that, right?"
"Yes, I know. Just, not right now. I can't, Gin."
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Mi. It's not like you make a regular thing of going around shagging wizards. Merlin, when was your last shag before Malfoy?"
"The night we finished Hogwarts. I invited Viktor over for the party and one thing lead to another."
"See, you've only been with two blokes and you hadn't had any for nearly three years before Malfoy. Nothing to be ashamed of. Let's dance," Ginny tacked on at the end, not wanting to embarrass her friend anymore.
Another reason Hermione didn't like to go to clubs. She hated dancing with a passion. She had two left feet and zero rhythm.
Ginny noticed the frightened look on Hermione's face.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. You know I love to dance. Just follow me, I won't make you look like an idiot," she promised, leading Hermione towards the dance floor. They pushed past some people into the middle of the sweaty, writhing bodies and Hermione watched Ginny start to move, copying her actions and letting herself go a little - just moving to the music.
~•~•~•~•~
The wizard sipped his whiskey, watching the sexy, curly haired witch move her body to the rhythm of the music, her curves encased inside that dress. From the balcony above, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what was hopefully to come.
He placed his glass on a tray carried around by that bint of a waitress who had already tried and failed to get his attention.
There was only one witch he wanted.
He moved to the staircase, following the spiral steps downwards until he reached ground level. He was no Gryffindor, but he plucked the last of his courage and made his way onto the dance floor. Weaslette happened to look up and caught his eye, nodding slightly at him so Hermione didn't see.
He moved through the throng of people until he was no more than five foot from his desired witch. Her back was to him and he swallowed deeply, watching her firm arse sway to the music.
~•~•~•~•~
Hermione was lost to the beat, drowning everything out around her. Her head was swimming pleasantly from the imbibed alcohol, making her feel free and loose.
She stiffened as a pair of strong arms encircled her waist and pulled her back into a hard chest.
She spun around, her hand twitching for her wand before she remembered it was in her clutch she'd left at the table.
Lifting her head to see who had touched her, she froze as she came face to face with the wizard she loved more than anything in this world… Blaise Zabini.
"Bla… Blaise… what are you doing here?" She shouted over the loud din.
"Surprised, Hermione?" he smirked. "I decided on a rare night out and who should I see dancing but you?" Blaise continued, holding out his hand to her; his eyes roaming the length of her body, rising upwards until their gazes met.
She nodded mutely, taking his hand, all the words having fallen from her brain, taking him in. He wore black fitted trousers and a dark green shirt that matched her dress. He looked divine and she subconsciously licked her lips.
He grinned, spinning her back around and pulling her back into his hard chest. Placing his hands on her waist, he began to move.
Hermione caught Ginny's smirking face and knew she'd been set up but, because of the alcohol and just who had her in his arms, she smiled back at her friend.
Ginny mouthed, "Have a good night," and made her way back across the dance floor and out of sight. Hermione gulped slightly at being left alone with the object of her affection pushed up against her.
She felt Blaise's hands tighten on her, before moving down to caress her hips. He pushed against her backside as she grinded her arse against his warm crotch.
Pretend it's not him, pretend it's not him, she sang the mantra over and over again in her head, trying to calm her erratic heart rate. When Blaise leaned in and planted a small kiss behind her right ear, Hermione's knees almost buckled. He smelt divine - a woodsy, masculine smell and rich, expensive cologne. It enticed her senses and made her panties instantly wet.
She moved with him, thinking of her dream the other night and feeling her core clench in anticipation. He'd never touched her like this and Hermione was loving it.
"Having fun?" He asked, in a husky, sexy whisper into her ear.
She managed to nod, still at a loss for words. She felt his hands move down the side of her thighs and around to the front, slowly pulling them up her soft skin to the hem of her dress.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Hermione. You consume my every thought," he breathed into the side of her neck,making her shiver. She felt the goosebumps rise on her skin where his lips touched her.
Her heart was racing so hard, she swore it could be heard over the noise of the club. Blaise pressed into her further and carried on whispering.
"I want you, Hermione… no, actually, forget that… I need you. I need you so badly. I've been patient and waited. But no more. Tonight… you… are… mine," he pronounced every word slowly and fiercely, making her tremble in anticipation.
"Say you need me too," he demanded of her. "Say you want me, Hermione, and I'm yours; I'm yours tonight and for as long as you continue to want me."
"I… I—"
"Say it." Blaise commanded.
"God, Blaise. I want, no...need you too," she uttered the words quietly and nervously. This was it; she had to tell him now or he'd be lost to her forever. She placed her hands over his and moved them to the side so she could turn to face him.
The look on his face gave her the much-needed courage to say, "I need you Blaise. I… I need you like I've never needed anybody before."
He grabbed hold of her arse and pulled her into his willing body. Placing a finger under her chin, he gently raised her face and bought her gaze level with his.
"And you shall have me," he murmured, before his lips descended down upon hers.
Hermione's toes curled at the contact. His lips were soft and warm as they moved against hers. Blaise grinded his body into her, making Hermione squirm at the feeling of his hard length pressing into her thigh. Hermione's knickers were soaked as she arched her back, pressing herself in tighter to him.
His tongue licked at the seam of her mouth and plunged inside when she gasped. He tasted of Firewhiskey and lust. Their tongues moved against each other and Hermione lost all rational thought, forgetting she was in a crowded club with people who were probably watching their little performance. She didn't care though; she was too far gone, enjoying the feeling of her wizard kissing her so passionately.
Blaise moved one hand up into her hair and gripped her head as the kiss grew more heated. Hermione bucked against him and swallowed the groan that escaped his hot mouth.
They pulled apart, breathless, their foreheads touching. He moved his hand from the back of her head, caressing the side of her face before his fingers tilted her face up again.
His dark brown eyes met her darkened amber ones. "Want to get out of here?"
She nodded. "I need to get my bag first. My wand is in there." She replied, suddenly shy.
"Of course," he said, taking her hand and leading her back through the crowd of dancers and over to the VIP area. He grabbed her black clutch, walking her over to the exit and down the street to the Apparition point.
Before Apparating away he pulled her into him once more and looked down at her blushing cheeks and kiss swollen lips.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her mouth.
Heat flooded through her at the words she had been longing to hear for the past two years. Ginny was going to get a Best Friend of the Year, no, Decade, award for this.
He held onto her as he Apparated them away from Diagon Alley.
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Hermione didn't have a chance to take in her surroundings once they'd landed as Blaise's lips were on hers again, moving more forcefully than they had in the club. Her mouth opened instantly, allowing his hot tongue access.
He grabbed her firm arse in both hands and hoisted her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her tight dress bunching up her thighs to make room.
Slipping his right hand under her arse, his fingers moved against her sodden underwear. Hermione bucked against him and moaned loudly, pulling her lips from his to nuzzle the side of his neck.
"Fuck, Blaise, that feels amazing," she whimpered.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," Blaise hissed, as her pussy rubbed against his straining cock through his trousers.
He turned and walked them over to his bedroom, kicking the door open and placing her down on the centre of his bed. Hermione's legs were still wrapped around him so he followed her down onto the mattress, settling himself between the apex of her thighs, his cock pressing into her centre.
Blaise kissed her swollen lips once again, before moving his mouth across her jaw, peppering soft kisses down the side of her neck, inhaling her warm vanilla scent. Hermione almost sobbed with pleasure as he sucked the skin at the junction between her neck and shoulder, leaving his mark on her and laving over it with his tongue.
His agile fingers moved down to the hem of her dress, her legs falling from his waist as he lifted himself off of her, slowly peeling the dark green material from her body. She had to sit up as he tried to pull the tight sheath of dress over her head, his fingertips ghosting over her sensitive nipples; making her sigh. Blaise threw the garment behind him, turning back to look down at her breathing heavily, her bosom encased in black lace. He reached forward and unclipped her bra, removing it slowly, licking his lips as each inch of her glorious flesh was presented to him.
He catalogued every curve and dip of creamy, smooth skin before placing his lips back on her neck and pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, continuing on to the space between her fabulous tits.
Her pert nipples beckoned him and he pulled one between his teeth whilst pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger.
Hermione arched off the bed, groaning at the onslaught of sensations being forced upon her.
"Oh my God… Blaise!" she cried out, grabbing the back of his head to hold his mouth closer to her chest.
He raised his head to look at her. "You are perfection, Cara," he whispered, in a husky voice, laced a little with his sexy Italian accent.
He gave her other nipple the same attention as his hands ran down her sides, making her writhe beneath him.
Blaise hooked his thumbs into the side of her matching black lace panties and pulled the soft underwear from her body. He dropped to his knees, using a hand on each of her thighs to spread them wide as he dipped his head and ran his tongue from the bottom of her wet slit, up her folds, to circle her clit.
Hermione was lost to the pleasure of having Blaise's tongue on her as he continued to lave along her dripping pussy. He thrust his tongue into her hot centre and she almost came right there. He moved his tongue back to her clit, circling around and over the exposed nub whilst plunging two fingers into her passage, moving them in and out gently.
Hermione pushed herself harder onto Blaise's face, feeling the heat bubble up from her centre, enveloping her in an all-consuming wave of pleasure. The pressure was building between her thighs as she shouted, "God, Blaise, I'm going to come," as he continued lapping at her clit and pumping his fingers in and out of her.
"Mmm," his lips vibrated against her clit, sending Hermione over the edge and careening into one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever had. Her vision went white as wave after wave of intense sensation tore through her whole being. Her thighs clenched around his head, trapping him as she rode her orgasm out, whilst he continued to lick and thrust his fingers.
Finally, she felt her body relax and her thighs dropped loosely from his head. With one final lick up her now-sodden slit he moved up her body until his tongue thrust wildly into her mouth, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Hermione moved her hands between them, tearing to get his shirt away from him. He lifted himself slightly to give her access, his lips never breaking from hers. She pulled the silk shirt from his shoulders and down his arms, throwing it off to the side.
Blaise tore his lips from hers and stood. His smouldering stare locked on hers as he removed the belt from his trousers, opening the fly and bending to remove his trousers and boxers in one go.
Hermione's mouth went dry as she took in the sight of his naked body. Hard planes of chocolate abs and tight thigh muscles had her spreading her legs subconsciously. His long, thick cock was rigid; the engorged head glistening with pre-cum. She watched as he fisted his length in one hand, spreading his cream up and down his shaft. Hermione had never seen anything so fucking hot in her life. She reached out her arms for him and he came willingly, settling himself on top of her, the head of his rock hard cock nudging at her entrance.
Looking down into her flushed face he asked if she was sure she wanted this.
"Yes, Blaise. I'm more than sure. I've never wanted anything as much as I want you inside me right now." She moaned breathlessly.
That did it. Those words were all he needed to hear before thrusting inside of her. His eyes rolled back in his head as her heated, swollen passage locked hold of him.
"Fuck, Hermione. You feel amazing. So tight and hot," he hissed into her neck as he pulled back and plunged into her again. Her legs automatically wrapping around his hips. She crossed her feet to hold him tighter to her as he began to move.
Hermione used her hands to move his head from her neck and smashed her lips against his. Both swallowing each other's moans as he continued to fuck her, settling into a rhythm.
Blaise tore his lips away to see her head back and her eyes shut tightly.
"Look at me, Hermione," he commanded in that deep timbre of his. "I want to watch you come. I want to see your face as you come on my cock."
"Unggg… Bla… Blaise," she moaned, opening her eyes and locking onto the feral, raw look on his face.
They bucked wildly against each other; Blaise pulled her legs from his hips and pushed them back, pounding harder into her welcome heat.
"Hermione, I'm going to—"
"Come, Blaise, come inside me. I want to feel you," she screamed as another orgasm hit her from nowhere, blurring her vision.
Her walls clenched hard around his cock, two more thrusts had him shooting his creamy liquid into her.
"FUCK… HERMIONE!" He shouted as his orgasm took him over.
He collapsed on top of her, his cock still throbbing inside.
Hermione moved her arms around his shoulders, tracing patterns across his sensitive skin as they both tried to regain their breathing and equilibrium.
After a few minutes, Blaise pushed himself off and flopped down on the soft bed beside her. Turning to face each other, he moved a lock of her curly hair over her shoulder and placed his hand gently on her neck.
"That was—"
"Incredible," Hermione finished for him.
"Yes. Yes it was, Amore Mio," he whispered softly in Italian to her.
They stared at each other for a few moments, both at a loss for words to find for the other.
Hermione had finally had sex with the wizard she adored but was a little frightened of what was to come. Would this just be a one off for him? or did he want more; like she did? She didn't want to be the one to break the silence and have her hopes come crashing down on her.
"Hermione, I…" he paused.
"You, what, Blaise?" She whispered nervously.
"I don't want to scare you off but I have to tell you," he replied, not breaking his gaze from hers.
"You won't scare me away, Blaise. Just tell me," She prodded gently.
"I love you, Hermione. I've loved you for years and I want you to be mine… always," he declared quietly, caressing the side of her neck, moving his hand down along her arm until he reached her fingers and entwined them together. He brought their joined hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of hers, waiting for her answer.
Hermione forgot how to breath. How many times had she imagined this scenario? and now, here he was, saying all the things she'd dreamed about.
"It's okay if you don't feel the—"
She cut him off by placing the index finger of their joined hands to his lips; her smile lighting up her whole face.
"I love you too, Blaise. Merlin, I'm so in love with you," she confessed.
"Good. That's good," he grinned at her, his heart soaring at her words. He owed Ginny big time for this. Just one thing worried him slightly. "I need to ask you something."
"Ask me," Hermione told him.
"Draco," Blaise began, and Hermione froze.
"Wha.. what about him?" She asked, frightened.
"I know you slept with him and I need to know how you feel about him."
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A/N:
Well there you go lovely readers. What did you think of that?
Stay tuned for part two when we find out exactly how Hermione feels about Draco!
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'Cara' - Dear/Beloved
'Amore Mio' - My Love