See, I told you this second chapter would be up soon! Haha. I'm actually having a lot of fun writing this! So, this chapter has oral sex in it, so um, I guess if you don't like that kind of thing, you honestly should probably not be reading anything I write. This one is also slightly longer than the last one, so hopefully it's okay. Thank you everyone for the follows and the favorites and everything else! I really, truly appreciate it! So, as always, enjoy!
He woke with a start. It felt as though someone was looking at him. "Is there anyone there?" He asked, as he sat up. He didn't hear anything or seem to see anything. He looked around, was slightly disgusted by the colors he saw around him and then began to remember what had happened last night. "Jesus, my head. I swear I'm never drinking again." He said as he walked into the kitchen. He could almost imagine Hermione sitting at the little table there near the fireplace, silently laughing at him as he walked by.
He'd almost begun to talk with her, until he remembered she'd gone to spend the holiday with Andrew and his family, somewhere in France or something stupidly unbelieveable. Why would she want to spend time with someone's family? It made much more sense to spend the holiday with him, snuggled up in his bed, or on the floor, or on the couch, or in the shower even! How dare she!
He got a beer out of the fridge, opened it, and went and sat on the couch. His mother would be scolding him right now if she could see how he was acting. "Draco!" she'd say. "You're acting terrible. Put that alcohol away! It's 10 in the morning." He didn't care what time it was, he wanted a drink, so he was going to drink dammit. He'd drink whenever he bloody well pleased!
Suddenly he heard the portrait swing open and he was so hoping it was Hermione. "Ha, I knew you couldn't stay away!" He shouted at the figure in the door way. "I just knew it, Granger! You missed me!"
"Woah, calm down, mate. It's just me." Blaise said as he walked into the light. He glared at his best friend, noting the beer in his outstretched arms.
"Dammit, Zambini." He said, sighing lowering his arms. "You got my hopes up and everything." He plopped himself back down on the couch. "If you want a beer, they're in the fridge."
"Malfoy, it's 10 in the morning, why are you drinking?!"
"Why do you think, you ass?"
"Seriously, man? Still?
"Yes, still." Draco answered, glaring. "She loves me, I know she does. I just have to wait for her to come around."
"Have you told her?" Blaise asked, popping a cap off a beer and sitting on the plush couch next to Draco.
Draco sighed. "I tried to, before she left. We were having an argument outside the library, while I was trying to convince her to stay. But that stupid fuck Andrew" he spit the name out, "came down the hall looking for her and she left me standing there with 'I love you' on my tongue." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's mad at me for arguing with her and asking her to stay, but I know she loves me. She has too."
"Why don't you just wait until she comes back, then?" Blaise suggested, accioing a book from the bookshelf near the stairs. "What the fuck is this book?" The title read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.
Draco looked at it and frowned. "That's one of Hermione's Muggle books. It's a love story, I think. I don't know. She tried to get me to read it last week and I refused. It doesn't even have pictures."
"A love story, huh?" Blaise asked, absentmindedly. "Maybe I should read this and see if it gives me any tips to use with Ginny when she gets back…"
"I thought you guys broke up?" Draco said, surprised.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, we did. But we've been fucking every other weekend, anyway. She can't stay away." He said, smugly. "She says she's 'so in love' with that stupid ass Hufflepuff, yet she's the one to send me an owl and ask for the company. I just don't understand."
"Yeah, you and me both." Draco said, taking a long swig of beer. "So, what are the plans for today, what day is it even?"
"It's Christmas Eve, you git." Blaise said, clinking his bottle with Draco's. "Only a few more days, and your 'precious Hermione' will be back in the castle for you to badger and complain to about leaving you and blah, blah, blah."
"What? It's Christmas Eve? I didn't buy anything for 'Mione yet!" He said, a little too loudly. "Z, let's go to Hogsmeade and you can help me pick her out a present."
"Seriously, dude?!" Blaise said, throwing his head back onto the back of the couch. Draco looked at him expectantly. Blaise sighed. "Alright, fine. You're just lucky I haven't gotten Gin anything yet, either."
Draco got changed and a few minutes later, they were walking out the front doors of the castle on their way to Hogsmeade. "What do you think she'd like?" He asked as they walked through the quiet street, looking into the different shop windows.
"I don't know, man. I don't even know what Ginny would want…" Blaise said, stopping to look at something in the window of a lingerie shop. He turned to look at Draco and pointed to the displays. "What do you think, yeah?"
"Awesome! Let's go in!" Draco said, grinning as he held the door for Blaise and himself.
About an hour and a half later, the two men exited the store with their gifts under their arms. "Great idea, dude." Draco said. "The girls are going to love these!"
"Yeah, I know." Blaise answered, smugly. "Just have to wait until they get back and then hopefully, we'll both get laid!" He stuck out his hand for a high five, and Draco returned it. "You want any company for dinner? Or is it cool if I just, um, head back to the Slytherin commons to, uh, take care of some business?"
"Ew, dude, did not need to hear that. Do whatever you want with your new outfit, man. I'm fine. It's cool." Draco answered, his face contorting into a disgusted look at the thought of whatever Blaise was going to do with his gift to Ginny. They exchanged a handshake and Blaise began to walk further down the corridor as Draco mumbled the Head password and entered their common area.
He sighed as he sat back on the couch, looking around to see if there was any movement in anything, in the hopes that maybe she had come back while he was out. When he saw that everything was the same, he set the gift box for Hermione on the table and laid down. He wasn't tired, of course he wasn't. It was only, he glanced at his watch, 2:45 in the afternoon. There was no way he was tired already! But as if right on cue, his eyes began to close, and he found he didn't really want to fight it.
"Granger, this way." He'd called to her as he turned around to look for her. When he couldn't see her, he began to walk back the way they'd come. He'd only let go of her arm at her insistence, because 'she was sober enough to walk by herself.' He sighed as he smiled, gently calling her name every 5 or 10 seconds.
"Pssst" he heard, coming from an alcove by a suit of armor. "I'm over here." She added, in a sing-song voice.
"And what, may I ask are you doing over here?" he asked, as he walked over to her.
"I'm hiding. Look, I'm a suit, just like they are." She said, standing as straight as she could with her arms wiggling at her side. She opened only the side of her mouth to speak. "See, no one would ever know the difference!"
Draco let out a laugh. "Seriously, Granger, how much have you had to drink tonight?" He asked, taking her by the waist and leading her towards the Slytherin common room again.
"That was probably my third flask." She said, not caring. "I think." She began to pat her body in random places. "Yeah, the third one. The last one." She frowned at the realization. "Damn. I needed that to last for another hour, at least!"
"Don't you worry your obnoxious little head, I've got some more in my room. Come on now, almost there." He said. "At'ta girl. Just a few more steps." They were so close now to the door. "Almost. Just… let me… get the door." He whispered the password, making sure there was no one around, and he snuck her in. "There you go, you made it."
"Your room sucks. These colors are awful and there's no bed!" She practically yelled, swinging her arms around wildly. "Seriously, you do not expect me to fuck you on the floor! I do have some standards, thank you."
He just smiled as he picked her up and carried her to the far left corner of the common room where the staircase was. He began to carefully carry her down the stairs to his room. He knew for a fact that there would be no one in the dorms for at least 3 hours. He had all the time in the world to make her feel amazing, and then just as quickly kick her back out.
He opened the door to his room, and she noticed right away that it was a single-occupant room. "Hey, how did you get a room all to yourself?!" She questioned. "That is so not fair." She practically flew from his arms to his King sized bed and sprawled herself across the entire thing. "Mm, comfy."
"Only the best for the King of Hogwarts." He said as he turned around and began to undress. He swore he heard a snort.
"Why are you turned around?" She asked. "I want a show."
"Oh, do you now?" He asked, slowly turning around and unbuttoning his shirt. He saw her nod with lust in her eyes and he almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Almost. He smiled to himself as he gave her the show she was looking for. When he was standing there in just his boxer-briefs, he slid onto the bed next to her. "Your turn." He whispered into her ear as he ran his hand up and down her leg.
"Not until I get a refresher." She said, winking and pointing to her almost empty flask.
Draco, becoming somewhat frustrated, rose from the bed and quickly returned with an entire bottle of fire whiskey. "Is this enough for you?" He asked, trying desperately to keep the annoyance out of his voice.
Hermione practically purred with excitement. "Yes." She hissed as she opened it and took a gigantic swig. "Ahh." She said. She recapped the bottle and set it on the table beside her. "Are you going to lay down, now?"
"Oh, yes. Sorry." He said, crawling back down beside her. He began to kiss her neck again. "Will you undress now?" he asked.
"One step ahead of you." She said, slinking toward the end of the bed. She stood and began to slide off her lavender skin tight dress. Draco watched in awe, as one movement lead to another and every article of her clothing seemed to be connected as she flowed right out of everything but her panties. "I'll save this part for you." She winked.
Suddenly, Draco was feeling very warm. What was going on? This never happened to him. He'd slept with plenty of girls. But none as sensual as Granger. She came back to the bed and rolled him onto his back. "Are you ready?" She purred in his ear, nipping his earlobe as she stroked up and down his muscular chest.
He was completely mesmerized. He barely had time to register she'd asked him a question before she began to stroke him from the outside of his underwear. "Shit, Hermione." He moaned. "Fuck, where did you learn to do that?"
She giggled slightly. "Wouldn't you like to know…" He chuckled and thought to himself that the rumors of her still being a virgin had to be false. She wasn't that unattractive, after all. She began to tug at his underwear and he lifted his hips to give her access. Her eyes widened as she saw his penis for the first time. "Wow." She added.
He smirked, wondering if she'd ever had someone as big as he was. He wasn't huge like a porn star, but he wasn't exactly small, either. For a minute, he didn't feel anything and opened his eyes to look at her. "Hermione?"
"Hmm?" She asked, absentmindedly, stroking him slowly. "Oh, right, sorry." She said, giggling. "I got distracted." She slid her hand quickly up and down him a few more times before she lowered her head and began to kiss down his stomach.
He moaned her name a few more times, and when she was satisfied that he was hard enough, she gently took him in her mouth. "FUCK." He yelled, feeling the warmth of her mouth surround him. "Holy mother of Merlin, Granger!" He felt her smile as she continued.
It took no time at all for Draco to climax, grabbing chunks of Hermione's hair and gently thrusting into her mouth. He moaned her name as he came in her mouth, looking her in the eyes as she swallowed the mouthful of cum. She kissed his lips, and reached over him to take another swig of whiskey. "Mmm, that was… amazing." He said, as his eyelids began to close. She cuddled into him and was instantly asleep. Draco kissed the top of her head, pulled up the covers, and was soon in a blissful state of sleep himself, not once thinking of the need to kick her out of his warm bed.
