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Ecstasy

Chapter 3

Mudblood

"STOP! BLOODY HELL!" Blaise roared, which caused both Draco and Granger to suddenly stop what they were doing and whirl around. They came face to face with a very flushed Blaise Zabini, who stared at them in infuriated shock as he hovered in midair on him broom. Hermione squealed and Draco's eyes widened as they both quickly jumped apart from each other. "I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS MATE!" Blaise yelled as he averted his eyes from a fully naked Granger who had just sprung up. "Get your shit together! The team is going to be here any minute! GET GRANGER THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE THEY SEE HER!"

Hermione quickly snapped out of her shock as Blaise's words sunk into her skull – the whole Slytherin Quidditch team was about to show up and find her standing there naked next to their exposed captain, Draco Malfoy… She flushed a deep crimson, yanked her bunched up skirt down from around her waist and tried to cover up as much of her breasts as she could. She frantically began to collect all her discarded clothes while still tried to cover herself up with her hands.

Draco finally came back to his senses when he saw Hermione desperately trying to find her bra. He sprang up, glared at Blaise as he quickly jammed his hard member back into his pants and zipped up. Then he dashed for a heap of Hermione's clothes that she had missed under the bleachers, pulled her behind him to shield her from Blaise's view, and helped her get dressed. He handed her articles of clothing and she yanked them on in a hurry.

Helping a woman get dressed after they had just messed around was something that Draco Malfoy did not do – typically, he was already gone by the time the women started to search around the room for their knickers. Yet there he was, standing in front of Granger – protecting her modesty – as he helped her put on some of her clothes while she hastily buttoned up her dress shirt. He tapped her left thigh and she lifted her leg while he slipped one leg-hole of her panties over her ankle. Then he tapped her other thigh, and she switched balancing legs, and allowed him he slide her panties over her knees, up her thighs and under her skirt, where he adjusted them around until they laid smoothly across her hips.

"Mate! The quidditch team is going to be here like… NOW!" Blaise yelled as he started to get anxious.

"SHUT UP ZABINI!" roared Draco as he retracted his hands out from under Hermione's skirt and turned to glare at his best mate; the anger he was throwing off was like none that Blaise had ever seen from him before, so he decided to keep his mouth shut for the mean time and let his friend handle. Just then, however, distant echoes of male laughter drifted across the Quidditch Pitch– three pairs of eyes widened as they stared at each other in panic.

Blaise zoomed over to them with a burst of speed and came to a sudden halt in front of them, jumped off his broom and thrusted it into Draco's face, "Get her out of here!" Blaise growled, "NOW!"

Draco grabbed the broom, "Thanks mate! I owe you!" and jumped on it without a second's hesitation. With one arm he swooped Hermione up and into his chest and kicked up off the ground hard. As they shot up into the air like a rocket, Hermione yelped and buried her face in his neck; her arms snaked around his waist and she clung onto him for dear life.

"YOU BETTER BE BACK HERE IN LESS THAN 10 MINUTES MALFOY! YOU HEAR ME?" Blaise roared from the bleachers as his best mate took off on his broom.

"Malfoy! My book bag!" gasped Hermione as she looked back down at the ground and saw her brown bag next to Blaise's feet – and watched as it got smaller and smaller – as Draco quickly gained elevation on the broom. Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized how far off the ground she was; her face went green and she buried her head back into Draco's chest.

"Afraid of heights Granger?" Draco chuckled into her hair as he wrapped his arm tighter around her waist and pulled her closer to his chest; Hermione whimpered in reply. "We're almost there." he assured her and kissed the top of her head, "and I'll bring you your book bag later tonight." he promised.

'Bloody hell! I'm going mushy!' Draco thought to himself as he deeply inhaled the scent of her hair, 'What the hell is happening to me?'

"W-where are we g-going?" she stuttered as she gripped him tighter, causing all thoughts of his own mushiness to fly out of his head.

"Astronomy Tower. No one should be there right now."

"W-why all the way u-up there?"

"Because if I drop you off at the front doors – within 5 minute – the other half of your insufferable Trio will get wind that I supposedly 'kidnapped' you and then just dumped you on the front steps of the Entrance Hall, looking all frazzled." he growled against her ear, "Is that what you want Granger?" he asked, his voice becoming husky. He pushed her hair aside and captured her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it playfully, causing her to relax a little and melt further into his body as a throaty sigh tumbled from her lips.

"Mmmm… No, I guess not" she murmured against his throat, sending vibrations through his body. Draco closed his eyes for a second and took a deep, steadying breath before he reopened his eyes and started to make the descent down to the Astronomy Tower. He landed lighter than a feather, his feet touching down onto the stones of the castle without so much as a jolt.

"Granger, we're here." he whispered when she hadn't loosened her death grip on him. Hermione raised her head and looked around in disbelief.

"Wow… you landed so smoothly..." she looked up at him with wide, surprised eyes.

"I do a lot of things… smoothly. I'd like to show you sometime." he growled as his piercing silver eyes bore into her's. Hermione blushed and looked down at the ground. She slowly began to untangle herself from around him and clumsily tried to get off the broom, but tripped in her haste. Draco quickly jumped off and caught her around the waist before she hit the ground.

"Careful now… I know I'm bloody hot Granger, but there's no need to get all flustered because of my proximity." he smirked down at her and released her hips once she steadied herself.

"Oh, can it Malfoy!" she huffed in exasperation as she rolled her eyes. Draco chuckled and caught her chin in his hand and tilted her face up to his.

"So you're back to calling me 'Malfoy'?" he asked as he slowly rubbed circles across her chin with his thumb. Hermione noticed a hint of disappointment in his voice and assumed that he had heard it too because he suddenly pulled his hand away from her and dropped his gaze to the ground.

"I'll completely stop calling you 'Malfoy' when you stop living up to the stereotypes of your surname." she tried to reason with him. Draco's eyes snapped back up to her's, his normal fiery self rekindled by her snide remark.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that as of a few weeks ago, I realized that there are two Draco Malfoys – one that reads Hogwarts, A History and has just promised to bring me back my book bag… that's the man that I will call 'Draco' from now on… However," his eyes narrowed, but she continued on, "every time you go back to acting like your pompous, usual, ferret self, I will go back to calling you 'Malfoy.'" Hermione said in all seriousness, without even a hint of anger in her words – she stated it as a fact. Draco realized that he would have preferred it if she had said it as an insult because then he would have been able to shoot back a snide remark at her. But she hadn't… so he snarled at her instead.

Hermione figured that was probably the best that she was going to get out of him, so she smiled and extended her hand out for him to shake in agreement, "Glad we understand each other Malfoy." Draco's eyes flared again at the use of his surname, and instead of just shaking her hand, he took it and yanked her forward into his body and crushed his lips against hers. Hermione yelped as he bit down on her lip hard, using the opportunity to quickly slide his tongue into her mouth.

"Malfoy!" Hermione gasped as she pushed him away from her, "that hurt!" she could taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth and lifted her fingers to her lips. She pulled them away and saw a slight smear of ruby red across the tips of her fingers. A sadistic thought ran across her mind and she couldn't help but smirk up at him, "How does mudblood taste?" she asked maliciously.

Draco's eyes darkened with anger, "That's not funny." he said through clenched teeth.

"Why not?" she took a step towards him, "Actually, I think it's quite hilarious... The ferret kissed the mudblood." she said cruelly as she stabbed a finger into his chest.

"Shut. Up." he glared at her.

"No, I don't think I will," her eyes flashed, "Why did you do it? So you could run back to Harry and Ron and brag that you got one over on them? That you got to their precious little mudblood?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he roared, and slapped the finger she had pointed into his chest away, and backed her up against one of the walls of the Astronomy Towers. He stood menacingly above her as he gripped her shoulders roughly. All the blood had suddenly drained from Hermione's face; she shouldn't have pushed him so far, she realized as she stared up into his black eyes, more frightened than she had been in a long time… "Stop saying that word." he growled.

"W-what word?"

"That word."

"… Mudblood?" she asked, confused.

"Shut up!" he screamed again, and Hermione stood there frozen as she stared at him in fear. "Never say that word again." he hissed.

"W-w-why?" she stuttered, almost too afraid to ask. At the sound of the fear in her voice, Draco snapped back to the present and realized what he was doing; he quickly dropped his bruising grip on her shoulders and backed away from her. Hermione watched as his eyes suddenly changed from black and went back to his normal silver ones.

"B-Because… every time I hear that word…" he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "It's a trigger word… I just think back to every Crucio within the last four years and… it's like I'm right back there again, stuck in hell, withering in pain… and screaming like some bitch-ass pansy." Draco said, half under her breath, as he stared with unfocused, glassy eyes. "Just don't say that word." Then he snapped out of his trance from the past and looked down at Hermione, fear and regret written all over his face. "I'm sorry… for everything… for ever having called you that… for every taunt… for everything."

Hermione stared at him, tears welling up in her eyes, then she stepped closer to him and reached her hand up to his face, "Thank you, Draco" she whispered and brought his face down to hers and kissed his lips softly. He sighed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, molding his body to hers as he pulled her closer. Then he lifted his head and rested his forehead against her's. They stood there for awhile, locked in each other's embrace, feeling the other's heart beat in rhythm with their own.

"That was amazing by the way… earlier, I mean." he whispered in a husky voice, breaking the calm silence that they had been enjoying with each other.

"It was" she murmured and nuzzled her face into his chest and inhaled his scent deeply – pure, husky male, with a hint of cologne; her bones practically melted at the smell of him.

"I'm surprised you kissed me actually" he chuckled against her scalp.

"Hold up," Hermione pulled away and looked up at him, "you kissed me first." she stated firmly.

Draco raised one eyebrow, "No I didn't" he denied.

"Yes. You. Did."

Draco rolled his eyes, "That's not what matters anyways," he sighed, knowing that it was useless trying to win a fight against the Know-It-All, "what matters is that we did." Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, unsure if he was still trying to pin the first kiss on her.

"True, I suppose…" she agreed, "I'm still confused by it though… like, how we got to that point…"

"So am I, honestly" he admitted, "I thought you hated me."

"ME?" Hermione's jaw fell open as she stared at him, flabbergasted. "I hated you?"

"Yea… I mean, I mildly hated you for like the first few years because you were the only person that ever got better grades than I did, but then I just got over it and stopped caring..." he shrugged.

"You make it sound like I was the one that started the feud with you! Like I was the bad guy!"

"Well, I'm not saying that… but after fourth year I just left you alone really; you sort of fell off my radar… I've been neutral about you since then, but you've continued to hate me." he said seriously and Hermione's jaw dropped again, completely at a loss for words for a few minutes.

"So let me get this straight," she finally collected herself, "according to you I've been the one treating you wrongly for the last few years?" she hissed through clenched teeth.

"That's not what I –

"You're damn right that's not what you meant! I -

"Granger!" Draco yelled as he grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and shook her lightly. "Listen to what I mean for a bloody second!" she glared up at him but kept her mouth shut. "I'm sorry, that may not have originally been the smartest choice of words to use… what I meant was that I'd stopped all that nonsense after fourth year… when the Dark Lord came back…" he stared at her with honest eyes. "I mean, as easy of a target as you were to make fun of" he chuckled as anger rose in her eyes again "I had much bigger fish to fry than worrying about how best to poke fun of you…

"I'm not trying to sound dramatic Granger, but I was too busy just trying to survive each day without being Crucio'd, like I told you before; it was constant. I was tortured until I couldn't remember who I was – at one point, Bellatrix had me convinced I was a house elf named 'Dung!'

"So when I say that I didn't have much time to even think about the Golden Trio, especially during 6th year, what I mean is that I seriously didn't have enough mental capacity to deal with you lot on top of everything else." Draco said as he relived his past again, this time without wavering or wincing. But rather, there was a deep, ingrained anger in his voice. "Aside from what happened between Potter and I on the train during 6th year, I more or less stopped badgering you all at 14 years old… So I'm not blaming you for us not getting along, Granger – I get that I was the one that started the whole feud in the first place – but I'm not the one that continued it." Draco finished and waited to hear what Hermione had to say.

"Just because you stopped treating us like garbage" he winced at Hermione's first choice of words, "Doesn't mean that all of a sudden we would just put down our wands and try and become friends; it doesn't work like that – bridges had already been burned. And for all we knew, it could have been a trick on your part to catch us unawares; you created us into your enemies. You couldn't have expected us to just waltz up to you and take up your hand in friendship when you had never made it clear that you were waving a white flag in surrender. I didn't know that you had changed until we were at your manor and Bellatrix asked you to confirm our identities and you refused – which I'm grateful for, by the way. But that was only a few months ago, and since then we've called a truce with you.

"And other than in the last few weeks, I haven't seen you so much as even acknowledge my existence since that day at your manor. So I'm not sure where I've quite gone wrong recently since you've come over to the light side, but I had no idea that you wanted to be on speaking terms with me."

Draco stayed quiet for a few minutes, taking in what Hermione had said, "You're right," he finally admitted. "I do take full responsibility for turning us all into enemies. But if I'd had the chance to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a damn thing." he said bluntly, and Hermione's eyes filled with hurt. "You have to understand Granger, I come from a very different background than you; our families are as similar as night and day. If I had made friends with you my first year, my father would have had your muggle parents killed." Hermione's eyes widened. "If I'd approached you in friendship during the beginning of 5th year, after the rise of the Dark Lord, it wouldn't have been any better, I promise you. You-Know-Who would have had you kidnapped. They would have made you watch as they tortured and killed your parents. Then they would have made me torture you and then forced me to kill you myself. All because you're a muggle born." Hermione stared at him – scared – as tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks.

"I'm not trying to scare you Granger, I'm just telling you the truth." he said honestly, "My father always warned me what would happen if I'd made friends with anyone who wasn't a pureblood. Before I even knew who you were, I had to hate you. Didn't matter whether or not I actually hated you, the point was that I had to pretend like I did for both our safety. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked, and she nodded slowly, unable to sort through the wave of emotions that were coursing through her. "And on top of all that, you were a muggle-born that got better grades than I did; my father didn't like that…

"Anyways though, I let go of all that hate I had towards you Gryffindors a long time ago, along with everything I ever thought I knew about myself and my family – it was a different time, different place, and I was a completely different person." he smirked down at her, "Thus, our lack of friendship within the last year has been a result of your stubborn nature refusing to forgive me." he stepped into her body and slid his arms around her waist again.

"Again, I didn't know that you were asking for forgiveness" she said softly.

"I didn't know I was either… until a few weeks ago when I saw you on the bleachers reading Hogwarts, A History." he admitted with a smile.

Hermione flushed and smiled up at him, then she leaned her head against her chest and melted into his embrace – her mind still whirling with everything he had just admitted to her. "So what you're getting at, is that you're neutral now?"

"I was," his mouth spread into a devious smile as his head rested against the top of hers, "Now, however, I fear that I've become quite biased…" he chuckled as he lifted Hermione chin and lowered his mouth down to her's and captured her bottom lip between his teeth. He softly sucked on it until a sigh rose from the back of her throat and she slid her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

"Mmmm, I see" she muttered as she slowly reopened her eyes and looked up at his steely gray stare. "So what you're trying to say is that now – after everything with the war has been said and done – you, Draco Malfoy, are admitting that you like me, Hermione Granger?" she chimed and smirked up at him.

"I never said that," he smiled genuinely at her and took her face in his hands. "Oh, and you really shouldn't smirk darling, it doesn't suit you." He bit his own lip as a twinkle sparked in his eyes. "And remember, you're still the one who kissed me first." Hermione was about to reply, but he lowered his hand down to her bum and smacked it, causing her to snap her mouth shut, then her eyes blazed at him. He quickly backed away from her with a wink and jumped back onto Blaise's broomstick. He flew a quick circle around her, hovering a foot above the ground, then flew right up to her and looked at her with smiling eyes.

"So," he said and pulled her to him, "I'll see you around," he whispered as he pulled her into one last, slow and sensual kiss. Then let go of her and sped off into the night sky, leaving her alone on the top of the Astronomy tower, with her head full of questions and very few answers.


**An hour and a half later, in the hall leading towards the Dungeons**

Hermione had been wandering up and down the maze of different hallways and passages that made up Hogwarts, for the past hour and a half. Her head had been too full of confusion about what had just happened with Malfoy to be able to go back to Gryffindor Tower. She just didn't want to deal with all the questions that her friends were sure to bombard her with about her whereabouts for the past three hours. So she decided to wander aimlessly through the halls until she got everything sorted out in her mind – or at least until she could keep herself from breaking out into a goofy grin every time her thoughts wandered back to the owner of those piercing gray eyes.

Hermione stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where she which passage way she had walked herself into now. Then she realized she was in the hallway leading down to the dungeons where the Slytherin Dormitories were located. Of course she would subconsciously wander down towards the Slytherin's Common Room, she thought bitterly to herself. Hermione sauntered over to a wooden door situated in between the huge slabs of sharp rocks that made up the long corridor, and leaned against it, trying to collect herself again.

"Argh!" she growled as she covered her face with her hands. "Bloody hell, I'm an idiot!" she grunted, and heard it echo up and down the halls. "Argh!" and she slumped down the door until her butt thudded against the cold hard, tiled floor.

"Hermione… is that you?" whispered a familiar, muffled voice. Hermione quickly dropped her hands from her face and looked up and down the dark hallways with wide eyes.

"Wha-

"Hermione! Oh thank Merlin!" Hermione realized the voice was coming from behind her...

"Ginny? Is that you?"

"Yes! Oh you have no bloody idea how glad I am to hear your voice!" the girl on the other side of the door sounded close to tears.

"Isn't this a broom closest? Why in Merlin's balls are you in there?" Hermione gasped as she struggled to get to her feet, and then tugged on the door handle. It didn't open. "Unlock the door Ginny!"

"I c-cant... I can't reach my wand…"

"What?" Hermione asked, shocked, "How long have you been stuck in there?"

"Uhhh… a little after I got out of Quidditch practice… so maybe about 2 hours…"

"That's horrible!" shrieked Hermione as she rose her wand and muttered, "Alohomora." But again, the door still wouldn't open. "What the bloody hell?"

"I think it's a signature spell… only the caster can open it…" Ginny sighed miserably.

"Well who the hell did it?"

"I… uh… no one, just get me out of here!"

"I'm going to go get McGonagall."

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE HERMIONE GRANGER! DON'T YOU DARE!" roared her tiny fiery little friend from inside the broom closet. Hermione froze in shock as her friend's scream echoed all around her.

"Ginny-

"Just get me out! And tell no one!"

"Fine…" She pulled on the doorknob again with one last futile tug, and then resorted to every spell she could possibly think of. All the good that did was seem to cause chaos within the broom closet as Hermione heard things crash into walls and shrieks from Ginny as objects pelted into her.

"Accio Ginny." tried Hermione, grasping for the last straws she had left in her vast resources of magical knowledge.

"OWWWWWWW!HERMIONE!" cried Ginny as she slammed into the closet door so hard that she ricocheted off it and slammed into the back wall; even Hermione winced at the sound. After a few seconds of silenced, Ginny softly muttered, "Please… don't do that again…"

"Sorry…"

"'Mione, how about the hinges?" Ginny suggested weakly.

"That's bloody brilliant!" she gasped in delight, wondering why she hadn't thought of that herself – 'because you're too bloody tied up with what happened between you and Malfoy' a little voice in the back of her mind reminded her.

Hermione shook her head and pointed her wand at the brass hinges on the door and muttered a charm. The hinges exploded in a puff of smoke and sent shards of metal everywhere, a few even embedded themselves in Hermione's arm, and she gasped in pain. Her wand arm was bleeding from several small gashes, but she pulled down her sleeve, ignoring the pain and the blood, and set out to help her friend first; she would worry about herself later.

Hermione buried her fingers in the tiny gap between the door and the wall, and pulled as hard as she could. After a few attempts she was finally able to slide the door out just enough to be able to squeeze her body through if she held her breath.

"Lumos." Hermione muttered inside the dark closest; the contents of the room were in absolute chaos, half of which seemed to be shattered to pieces. Then she saw her little red-haired friend sitting among all the broken clutter, and Hermione's eyes widened in shock.

"Ginny! You're practically naked!" shrieked Hermione as she realized her friend was only wearing a bra and a rather short skirt. Then Hermione's eyes took in the state of the rest of her, and she gasped when she noticed that Ginny's arms and legs were bound together with thick rope. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED?" she screamed, "You're all tied up!" then realization hit her square in the face as she put two and two together, and if it were possible, she became even angrier, "DID HARRY DO THIS TO YOU? I SWEAR ON MERLIN'S GRAVE I WILL TEAR HIM LIMB FROM LIMB WHEN I FIND HIM!"

"It wasn't Harry, Hermione…" whispered her friend, staring at the ground in shame.

"But… it has to be Harry... Ginny, you're practically naked… and Harry is the only one you…" Ginny looked up at her with tears in her eyes as she shook her head; Hermione clenched her jaw, "It wasn't Harry." she said coldly, "you're sleeping with another man." and her cold eyes bored down on Ginny as rage coursed through her body. "How could you… he loves you!"

"Oh, does he Hermione?" snapped Ginny, suddenly furious too, "Really? How would you know? You only see how he acts in public! After the war, he changed –

"WE ALL CHANGED!" screamed Hermione.

"You don't understand! When You-Know-Who died, a part of Harry died with him! He's not the same man! It's like… he's only half alive. I don't know how to explain it, but –

"That doesn't mean you have the right to cheat on him!"

"Hermione, I didn't cheat on him!" Hermione's eyes widened in shock, "I broke up with him like two months ago."

"No you didn't; he would have told me…"

"I guess you don't know him as well as you thought you did." Ginny said coolly, suppressed rage dripping from ever word.

"You would have told me!" Hermione tried to reason.

"Hermione, I haven't really talked to you since the beginning of the year… you've been too busy with Ron."

And Hermione's stomach flew up into her throat as she suddenly remembered Ron – 'oh no... Ron…' she thought miserably, guilt coursing through her like venom.

"Ron and I aren't officially together." she tried to defend herself in a meek voice.

"Neither are Harry and I."

Suddenly, voices started to drift down the corridor and they were headed in the direction of the broom closet; the Slytherin Quidditch Team was heading back to their dormitories. Hermione glanced over at Ginny with wide eyes, warning her to be quite. But Ginny's face had gone ghost white and she looked like she was going to faint.

"Ginny!" whispered Hermione as she silently made her way over to her friend through all the broken clutter on the floor. "Ginny! What's wrong?" Ginny just shook her head and closed her eyes tightly.

After about five minutes of Hermione and Ginny sitting in silence, the bulk of the Slytherin team had finally walked by and were well on their way to their Common Room.

"'Mione, you need to leave." pleaded Ginny in a whisper. Then suddenly, Blaise's voice drifted through the door as the final stragglers walked by, "What the bloody hell were you thinking?"

"Now Hermione!" whispered Ginny frantically, "Please!"

"Are you crazy! I'm not going to leave you in here!" then Hermione heard Draco's voice drift up in response to Blaise's, "I don't know." Hermione felt her own face drain of blood as she heard his voice. She begged Merlin that they weren't talking about her.

Both Ginny and Hermione sat there in strained silence inside the broom closet, each unsure what to do next. And both completely petrified that the other was about to find out their dirty little secret.


**Same time, out in the Corridor leading to the Slytherin Dormitories**

"What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Blaise asked Draco as the last of their Quidditch team members were far enough away that they couldn't be overheard.

"I don't know." Draco sighed.

"You've said that already." Blaise reminded him; Draco stopped and turned to him.

"Maybe that's because I really don't know Zabini." he hissed through clenched teeth. "I don't know why I did it mate, I just knew that if I didn't, I was going to lose my bloody mind! She's just so… bloody sexy, you know?" exclaimed Draco as he dragged a hand through his hair. "When she kissed me, I just about lost it… haven't you ever had that 'ARGHHH' feeling?" and Draco lifted his fists in the air and shook them, trying to demonstrate how she made him feel.

"Yea, I suppose I do mate." Blaise chuckled as he glanced over at the broom closet behind Draco, "Yea, I think I do."

"I just can't believe I ate out Granger! GRANGER!" Blaises' eyes widened as his eyes shifted to the door again, hoping that the Weasley hadn't heard that. "and she let me! And Merlin Blaise, you don't underst-

"I think that's enough mate…" interrupted Blaise as he heard a tiny gasp come from the closet.

"Wha-"

"Slytherins could still overhear you… not all of them are in the Common Room yet…"

"Yea, you're right." said Draco as he glanced around, nervous. "I'm going to go give her her book bag back," he smiled and winked, as he lifted it higher up onto his shoulder, "Can you take my broom back?" he thrusted it towards Blaise as he turned to walk away, headed in the opposite direction of his dormitories, "I'll talk to you later about this."


** Same time, inside the Broom Closet**

"You bloody hypocrite!" hissed Ginny, her eyes aflame as she bore into Hermione, "You made me feel like a piece of shit for sleeping with another man! But you're over here fucking Malfoy! Behind my brother's back!" she whispered angrily after Draco had announced that he was going to go give Hermione her book bag back.

Hermione felt like she was about to faint from humiliation and guilt. Just then, however, there was a soft knock at the closet door; both Hermione and Ginny fell silent and their eyes snapped towards the door. "How's my kinky little vixen doing in there?" Blaise whispered seductively from the other side of the wood, "That wasn't very nice what you did to me earlier… letting me eat out your dripping wet cunt, getting me all hard and then kicking me out." there was a hint of anger evident in his voice as he pulled out his wand and tapped it against the door, "Alohomora." and the lock on the door clicked, "Oh little Weasley, how I'm going to pound that delicious pussy of yours" he growled, "Are you ready for me baby? Because I'm still hard as hell, and I want you to suck me until I cum in that mouth of yours" he smirked as he put his hand on the door knob and pulled. However, the door didn't just swing open like it normally did, but rather, groaned and fell forward with an echoing thud against the stone floor tiles of the corridor.

"What the fuck!" shouted Blaise as he jumped back, narrowly missing the door as it slammed into the floor. He looked down at the door in shock and then up into the dark closet, but it took a few minutes for him to register that it wasn't just Ginny staring back at him from inside the tiny room, but Granger as well.

"Uhhhh…" Blaise stuttered, clearly at a loss for words, "Any chance no one heard me?"

Hermione stared at him for a second before she turned to Ginny and screamed, "Oh, I'm the hypocrite, am I? Really Ginny? You're fucking Zabini!" then Hermione got right up in her face and roared, "He's just like Malfoy… only darker!"


Author's Note –

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you think about it so far! Is it a good start? keep going? ideas? Thoughts? =] let me know! Thanks dolls! I hoped you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Now that there's been some character development, let the smutty fun begin!