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The bottle spun dramatically on the floor and slowed to a stop. Draco took another swig of the Firewhiskey the Weasley twins had smuggled into the school and looked up to see who he would be spending 7 minutes in Heaven with.
Blue eyes met brown.
There was a hushed silence over the little group, a mix of the four different houses gathered together not from unity but with a shared purpose to enjoy a little alcohol away from the teachers who were focusing all their attention on the students at the Yule Ball.
"Looks like you're snogging Granger mate!" crowed Blaise suddenly.
The group erupted into laughter; suffice to say they had been knocking back quite a good amount of booze already.
To his surprise Granger giggled.
"I don't mind entering the closet with him. His blood's too pure he won't touch me. He's a gentle fella' Malfoy is."
She hiccupped as the girls sniggered.
Malfoy felt his temper flame up immediately.
"Pure blood or otherwise Granger you'd be lucky to snog me. Girls would kill for some of this action."
She snorted.
"Please Malfoy. You're about as wild as a baby bunny. I'd get more action if I snogged a tree."
The silence descended again.
Fred looked up at the Slytherin.
"You do realize it's a matter of male pride now?"
Draco grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the closet at the side of the empty classroom they were in amidst the whooping and drunken catcalling.
Inside the closet however he wasn't quite as sure of himself. They were standing face to face, almost-but not quite-touching. He hesitated.
Granger looked up at him through her eyelashes and smirked.
"What's the matter? Drakey-poo too tame to kiss a Mudblood?"
He glared at her and slammed her back roughly against the side of the closet.
Bending down, he made to kiss her lips then swiftly moved down and sank his teeth into her exposed neck. She gave a cry and sank her nails into his back.
Very slowly and deliberately he licked her jawline and she shivered with pleasure. He kissed and nibbled her throat, reveling in the softness and warmth of her skin. She fisted the front of his shirt and pulled him up to face her.
"You do realize we're both drunk and will regret this tomorrow?" she said breathless in a moment of sobriety.
"You talk too much Granger."
He bent down and kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, her throat, tantalizing her. And then, their lips met.
Suddenly he was drowning in Granger, lost in her. His hand tangled in her hair pulling her closer, his free hand around her waist. She nibbled gently on his lower lip and he was dimly aware of her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. He flung it off and pulled her closer, one hand hoisting her left leg up to straddle his hip. She moaned softly into his mouth and he swept his tongue expertly over her teeth, tracing her lips, playing with hers. They kissed and kissed, her occasional tiny moans urging him on. They were almost ferocious in their passion. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his neck, her lips cool and moist against his flushed skin.
He arched his neck, letting her eager lips roam his throat, eyes shut. He held her slender waist, his hips pushing a little against hers though he tried to still his raging hormones.
"Draco Malfoy you are yummy." she whispered. He pressed another kiss against her delicious pink lips. (Who knew Granger could be delicious?) Outside, a timer sounded.
They drew apart panting.
Silence pervaded the closet as she ran her hands through her hair and he put his shirt back on. Smoothing her skirt down, Hermione stepped out of the closet, cool and dignified.
Everyone stared at the pair's bruised lips and foreheads glistening with sweat. Those who were not yet completely drunk noticed the painful looking marks that peppered both their necks. Hermione tossed her hair.
Draco sat down next to Blaise again.
"See? She was boring."
Hermione looked superbly unconcerned.
"Mmm. Tame."
