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This is my first fan fiction so please go easy on me although I crave constructive advice. I am studying contemporary art at Uni and work in an art supply store. Essentially I needed another creative outlet for when my painting just isn't working out for me and to escape the dreaded essays.

This story will contain some BDSM and I must say don't try this at home, although clearly I'm not going to stop you. Seriously though allot of the things in this story can be quite dangerous so please I beg of you be careful. Most towns have a local group of likeminded people that are easy to contact either to get advice from or to meet up.

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Chapter 1 – Truth or eggs

Without the use of glamour's Hermione may have ended up being the average, anti-social, boring girl that everyone thought she was however if they knew the places she frequented on a regular basis she was sure she had the ability to give even the open minded, outgoing Ginny a heart attack. This is the story of a somewhat lost Hermione finding her salvation and herself.

The war was more than 5 years over however survivor's guilt had hit her harder than even Harry who was eager to move on with his own life and the Weasleys who had lost a brother and son. She had attempted to keep it to herself mostly however the reunions held every year left a pit in her stomach and a sour taste in her mouth, she had only been twice. Hermione still saw Ron and Harry often when they weren't travelling with work, having finished their auror training by some miracle. Ironically though it was Draco Malfoy that eventually pulled her out of her pit of despair that no one else seemed to realise she was in. Her and Draco ended up being paired up after a two year internship at the ministry both of them finishing a year early in the field of translating, restoring and finding practical uses for the old spell and history tomes that were either turning up in muggle archaeological digs or were waiting in ministry storage. To most who were not Draco and Hermione this was a boring and dull topic and as a result no one asked about her work and were shocked to find out about her friendship with Draco. It took Harry and Ron almost 6 months to get over the fact and the same again when she announced they were moving in together to save on rent and to make it easier to research together after hours. However they now managed to get along somewhat amicably.

Hermione was delighted with Draco, free from family pressure, Voldemort, life and death situations he wasn't half bad to be around. Draco's life had been turned around, his father in jail, his mother in St Mungos with an unknown mental condition and also just being alive when he had given up on living past the year of Dumbledore's death all forced the young boy to grow up quickly and somehow surprisingly well. He had latched on to Hermione's kindness as a life line, however with his sarcasm and natural instinct to lash out at the slightest harsh word Hermione didn't notice that Draco didn't hate her for almost a year in to their apprentice. Now they were surprising everyone and were the closest friends, Hermione felt that she would be truly lost without him and their weekly over indulgence in alcohol and old muggle board games that Draco stated he found amusing in their simple construction and gameplay but was really just fascinated with any muggle game or sport which had previously been denied to him.

It was on one of these weekly nights that Hermione and Draco discovered they were out of board games and decided on the old fashioned truth or dare as it so often does the game became more vulgar and outgoing as the second bottle of wine was opened…

"I'm going to fucking kill you ferret I swear to…." Hermione was cut of yet again as a considerable amount of wine and raw egg once again came rocketing out of her mouth and into the sink.

"Don't blame me" Draco smirked, sprawled out on the couch in a regal manor that only a Malfoy could achieve "I did warn you to take it easy, but oh no Granger I know everything thought that three raw eggs down the gullet would be no problem at all. Ha" finally getting up he handed her a wet washer and a glass of wine "Come on now drink this, I'm still bored and need to be entertained"

"you're a dick" Hermione replied weakly but still accepted both glass and washer sculling half the glass immediately to hopefully wash away the taste of egg. "I really wasn't expecting that… ah well my turn" she stated immediately perking up "Truth or dare Draco Dear"

Draco sighed dramatically swinging his legs up onto the couch "This game requires far too much effort for a night off, in the fear of you discovering all my secrets I think I'll be picking truth from now on"

"Christ Draco you're a lazy shit, fine truth from now on"

"Does everyone know you swear like a sailor when drunk?" Draco asked distractedly, he had decided a while ago that he was the only one that knew the real Hermione and he couldn't help but being smug about it.

"Of course not and it's 'my' turn so shut up…" She trailed of genuinely stumped as to what to ask, cursing that she was too drunk to really take up this opportunity screwing up her face she cursed only coming up with sexual questions "I need to get laid all I can think of are sex questions"

"HA! Ask away, that's the one area of my life I don't mind talking of, you know I like to brag" throwing a wink Hermione's way he took a swig straight from the next bottle of wine "This stuff… right here, magic"

"That's because its magically brewed wine Dip shit, ok then…. Best sexy experience ever" Hermione shouted just because she was pleased shed thought of something then proceeded to flop down into a bean bag and snatch the wine from Draco.

Draco looked thoughtful for only a minute before his face lit up like a Christmas tree "Well my best 'sexual experience' was last year January the first at 1am with a couple from Amsterdam, well worth the price of the port key. What a way to bring in the New Year they took me home and ravaged me till mid-day"

"Both of them?!" Hermione's mouth flew open

"Oh yes, usually not into Devil's three ways but this was amazing. Muggles to, who knew they could be so inventive" wiggling his eyebrows Draco glanced at Hermiones expression, he loved shocking her she always had the most amusing expressions. "How about you sweetness? Who was your favourite romp in the metaphorical hay?"

There had only been a handful of men for Hermione and none absolutely none had done anything for her except once but it still wasn't a pleasant memory. "You will think me disgusting… but after the final battle with Ron" cutting over Draco's response quickly she rushed to defend herself "Not because of him or anything, but the desperation, the adrenaline before the reality sunk in. It was like we were escaping our skins just two people in their own desperate need to breathe… I haven't really enjoyed sex since… I want to but it doesn't do anything for me… God… I hate wine lets never play this game again.

Draco was immediately serious, sliding of the couch and leaning on the other half of the beanbag. "Hermione I don't think your disgusting, people deal differently and I know better than anyone how affected you were by the battle, and the events leading up to it, let's dispense with this game crap and just talk. You and me about you, I think it's more than a little overdue don't you?"

"And what exactly would we talk about. I'm not going through with another of your ridiculous set ups, I simply don't have any interest in dating" Hermione mumbled staring at the opening of her wine bottle

Trying to resist smirking draco stole the bottle and took a swig "Come on now none of this emu business, we will start simple"

"Firstly its emo and secondly start what?" fighting to grab the bottle back Hermione was trying not to fall into a funk that would ruin the rest of the night.

"Questions you silly girl, now… oh here!" relinquishing the bottle Draco quickly went and grabbed another from the fridge before returning. "You know the first step is admitting you have a problem miss 'I'm addicted to alcohol' However … ah fuck, your freakishly strong you know." Rubbing his arm from the blow she'd dealt him he continued "However we aren't talking about that now are we? We are talking about you and sex. Stop cringing, I know you don't want a relationship but clearly you are interested in sex, if we find out what you're in to as such we can worry about finding a person later. If needed. So tell me what was it exactly that turned you on in that point in time, put the battle out of your mind and please god for my sanity let's pretend it wasn't Weasley. Why did that situation do something for you"

Hermione said nothing at first not sure if Draco was pulling the mickey or not however his consistently straight face finally convinced her. Ducking her head she really thought about it for the first time, because really she had tried to do the opposite of this for quite some time. "Well… the adrenaline… and for months… years really I had to be in control of myself and the boys constantly watching… the responsibility, it was crushing, just letting my body and R… the other person do what they wanted with me and not think about the consequences it was freeing." With a shrug she trailed of the wine making her braver again she looked at Draco waiting for a response.

Draco couldn't say he was surprised, it made sense. He was just wondering if his plan that was slowly growing in magnitude would work at all. Glancing at his watch he decided it wasn't too late "We are going out, no don't argue I know you hate going to clubs but this is different I promise. You owe me Granger don't argue, I can't stand your voice when you complain. It goes up an entire octave you know?"

With a sigh Hermione relented rather quickly, standing somewhat wonkily and thanking the gods that she had chosen a relatively weak wine "Fine, what shall I wear then?"

Grinning madly at his success Draco was quick to decide "That little black dress I made you wear to our last ministry function. Hair up and hurry! I'm off to get changed" with that he gracefully swept from the room.

Feeling rather naked already a familiar feeling when she had to go someplace new she trudged to her room to don her dress and attempt to fix her hair. A few struggling moments later and she was standing in front of the mirror placing glamour's on her chest, neck, arms and face.

"I wish you wouldn't do that. I never do" Draco huffed behind her proudly flashing the curse scars on his arms and neck. Jumping nearly a foot Hermione only smiled as she turned with her glamour's in place. "I know there isn't any point arguing, here's your purse, wand strap and I have already called the night bus let's go!"

"The night bus?!"

Draco immediately covered his ears "Yes the bloody night bus! We have been drinking, Mind your Octave woman and get out the door"

The journey wasn't as bad as Hermione was anticipating it was relatively smooth… for the night bus anyway. However her nerves were driving her insane. Draco refused to say where they were going and the night bus had already made several stops at crowded pubs and clubs, it couldn't be long now. Hermione rarely allowed Draco to take her out it usually ended up badly either with him getting drunk and bailing on her, Hermione being bored or the two of them getting so drunk they ended up making out before realising what they were doing. Thankfully with Draco she never had to endure wizarding venues unlike when she was with Harry or Ron this usually resulted in her being hounded by men and occasionally women that wanted to be able to say that they had slept with the great Hermione Granger. This she couldn't stand and as a result except for the ministry Hermione kept out of the wizarding world which suited Draco fine who had to deal with abuse daily just getting to work. The last think he wanted to do was go for drinks at a wizarding bar where it could be safely assumed that he was putting his life on the line. Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts rather suddenly when the night bus pulled to a sudden stop, looking beside her she saw Draco stand and offer his had to her. This must be it, but it was so quiet outside the building they had pulled up next to was dark. No windows she realised, squinting against the darkness she saw a couple descend through a door to the side of the building where a solitary bouncer stood.

"Come on love" Draco spoke gently easing her out of her seat, seamlessly transitioning to what she like to call 'protective Draco' weather of himself of her she wasn't sure. Since the war when she was somewhere crowded or new, sudden movements or noises tended to produce a curse now ask questions later response from the traumatised witch. Draco understood perfectly and it didn't take him long to adjust his behaviour. He might be an ass, but he was considerate and understanding where he needed to be. Something Harry and Ron still couldn't grasp. Not saying a word just slowly following Draco out of the bus her mind started whirling with questions and yet she stayed silent, like Draco she had a different persona when in crowded or new places. She watched listened and rarely spoke until she was comfortable. Before they reached the bouncer Draco pulled Hermione over to the side. "Listen to me Granger, whenever you want to leave just say the word. I promise this is my last attempt at helping you, I won't leave your side tonight this is about you. Just give it a try for me; I know the guy who owns this place it's all very safe. Don't be alarmed and give it a chance ok?" He leaned in and hugged her tightly, almost too tightly. It didn't escape her notice that it was the kind of hug Draco would give her if she had woken up from a nightmare; this made her muscles bunch even tighter rather than calm her. However he had asked this of her so she followed him through the doors anyway.