Give It Up
Hermione
They had walked for a seemingly long time and it almost felt like they were walking in circles to, the blindfolded, Hermione. When she tried to ask where they were going or if they were almost there, the only response she got was mischievous giggling.
She tried to use her senses instead to figure it out. As they descended down a staircase there was a noticeable drop in temperature.
Okay that's a start.
They stopped unexpectedly and Hermione heard Lavender say "wait here." Considering she couldn't see anything around her anyway, she obeyed. She still heard the sound of Parvati's breathing nearby her. She also heard low voices talking far enough away that she couldn't make out what they said.
She was feeling rather impatient now and she turned in the direction she hoped Parvati was and asked; "What's going on?"
Before she received a reply she heard Lavender call.
"Let's go in." Parvati grabbed onto Hermione's arm and pulled her forward again. She assumed they went through some entry way because she was assaulted by the sound of loud music and loud voices to match. She felt hands tug at her blind fold and it was removed. She gasped when she opened her eyes.
The Slytherin Common room:
Green and silver loomed heavy. Streamers were wrapped tightly around stone columns and on the banisters of the two staircases leading up to the dorm rooms. Numerous Slytherin banners hung from the semi high ceilings of the dungeon. It reminded Hermione slightly of the decorations in the great hall when the house cup was awarded. The largest banner was plastered on the wall directly opposite to the entrance. It was bewitched so the snake slithered around the crest and hissed realistically. Hermione gaped for a moment in awe of the decorations.
Remembering herself, seconds later, she rounded furiously on Parvati and Lavender. "This must be some sort of a joke!"
"No, it's the Slytherin common room" Lavender replied cheekily.
"Look there are some Ravenclaws here as well……besides the Slytherins don't mind Gryffindor girls maybe…..well we are the only ones here, but it's not the first time we've been or anything!" Parvati insisted.
The Slytherins' fixed stares in their direction seemed to say otherwise.
"Look at their faces…." Hermione whispered to Lavender who stood on her left.
"Oh Hermione don't be silly-"
"That's it; I've had enough of the both of you. I am leaving. You can stay if you'd like."
Hermione hurried towards the door as quickly as possible. She refused to be gawked at. She had no idea why they would think she wanted to come here. Pushing the dungeon door open, she took a quick glance back. Lavender and Parvati stood in the same spot whispering things and looking indecisive. She rolled her eyes and turned down the gloomy hall. You just can't count on those two! she thought furiously. Mostly she was angry with herself for ignoring her gut instinct before. She vowed not to do it again. It was only after a few turns and minutes of walking down stone hallways, she realized she was lost.
Draco
Friday night he arrived back at Hogwarts. He was in a considerably better mood as he thought of his trip to the Manor. Feigning illness he was able to avoid being questioned by the Legilimens. Martinez and Logan went home unsatisfied. Narcissa may have conceded up to that point, but she held her ground when she decided they would only be allowed to see him in perfect health. He could have skipped down the hallway (but he didn't of course because Malfoys do not skip!)
The fact that the Slytherins had a party planned tonight only added to his cheery mood. He increased his pace as he descended the last stair into the maze that was the dungeons. He thought he heard muffled noises coming from the direction of the common room meaning it had already begun. He thought idly of the taste of butter beer. Unaware he ran right into a confused looking girl in a green dress. She was also gorgeous. His luck just kept increasing.
"Hey beautiful, what are you doing outside? There can't be much of a party in there without you." He said smoothly while he steadied her from nearly falling. He stared for a moment at her long legs starting from her moderately high strapped silver heels, to her calves, up to the bits of thigh that were exposed. He knew those legs……
Her silky 'Slytherin' green dress form fitting but not too tight, emphasizing her curves perfectly.
"Eww Malfoy!" she pulled away from him quickly. He looked longer at her face now, as opposed to his earlier glance. Same chocolate brown eyes only brightened. Thick brown hair, but it fell straight and long past her mid-back. He stared at her dumbfounded. "Granger?"
Hermione
"Fantastic" she exclaimed exasperated. "Just fantastic. Could this night get any worse?" Not only was she lost in the Slytherin dungeons, but she ran into the last Slytherin she ever wanted to see. Wait, did he just say I was beautiful. He looked at her in a way he never had. His eyes telling her something he probably didn't want betrayed. She feared she might be blushing despite herself. Quickly she turned it back on him.
"Did you call me beautiful?"
He looked taken a back and stared for merely a moment.
"Don't flatter yourself Granger. I didn't recognize you at first. Anyway it's only a line. I'll call you whatever you'd like to hear in my room right this way." He leered.
"You're such a pig"
She tried to figure out why she was even concerned with his thoughts on her appearance.
"Come on Granger have a go"
He moved forward, she backed away.
"Let's be adventurous. Who could it hurt?"
(She could think of numerous people).
He moved closer still. She tried backing away but she hit a cold, stone wall.
"I won't tell Pothead and Weasel. I promise"
He crossed his fingers. His hands were on either side of her against the wall. Blocking her in. Trapped against the stone. Once again she smelled his enticing scent. Everything about him now was erotic. The way his voice lowered. His breathing quickened. His eyes were full of lust. If her mind wasn't cloudy she might have been considering if he was part veela. He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. She felt his hardness and her body tensed. He smirked down at her as she stood stock still, mouth slightly open.
"Wanna fuck me now Granger? You look ready. What are you wearing our colours for anyway? Thought you'd go incognito and have a little fun with the Slytherins did you?" She didn't respond but started to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up. She felt the hard stomach muscles underneath but his skin was soft. She ran a finger tentatively down his happy trail stopping right below his waist line. "Stop teasing" he breathed in her ear now pulling lightly at her temporarily silky straight hair. "Oh and for the record, I like it better bushy."
Draco
He was getting his conquest finally. Had it been too easy? Did this really even count as a conquest? He was unconcerned with that at the moment. Utterly consumed by his lust, it was taking everything in him to hold still as she teased his pale skin.
"Ok….but it's going to be on my terms." She finally answered his question. "My rules. You are playing my game now. Any cheating and that's it."
"And those rules would consist of….?"
"You'll see. Firstly hold still" she smirked.
Oh now she wanted control? A mudblood order him around? (In fact, no girl challenged his dominance like that before)
But. oh. Fuck..
His eyes fixed on the curve of her full lips and he imagined how soft they would be enclosed over his dick, sucking him off, deep-throating him to a climax … He nodded unthinkingly. There would be plenty of time later to get what he wanted out of her. She continued teasing him with very light ministrations tracing her fingers gently from his waist up to his chest and to his neck. He moaned involuntarily enthralled by the touch or lack there of. God he was going to enjoy this more than he thought, making a whore out of the little know-it-all mudblood. One of Potter's most prized possessions. She was proving to be kinkier and more willing than he ever expected. The thought made his dick harden even more.
Then suddenly, "Hang on" Hermione muttered breathlessly, moving away from him. The coldness of the dungeon air replaced the warmth of her body heat. He repressed the urge to scream numerous obscenities at her, while she reached for something in her handbag, neglected on the floor. She resurfaced and was holding…..her wand? He looked at her confused and suddenly she shouted.
He was being thrown back with massive force. He hit the wall on the opposite end of the hall, hard. It knocked the wind out of him and he fell to the ground. Hermione looked like she wanted to laugh.
She'd hexed him.
"Now, will you leave me alone you filthy bastard!" She turned and began walking down the hall, stopped and looked back at him ponderingly.
"Well, at least the outside finally matches your ugliness inside, Draco Malfoy." She said coolly.
Then she was out of sight.
His face tingled uncomfortably. He reached to touch it and in place of the usual smoothness he felt multiple rough patches of skin protruding. Some felt sticky as if they were leaking something. He jumped to his feet repulsed. Once in the common room he covered his face and ran quickly past curious party goers. He could only hope they hadn't caught a glimpse of him. When he was safely in his room he took a look in the bathroom mirror. It was atrocious. His face was covered in giant warts. Thick yellowish pus oozed out that looked a lot like the substance flobberworms secreted. He was sickened by the sight of his own face.
"FUCKING BITCH" he swore loudly.
He yelled many other obscenities, and then started frantically casting any spell he could think of to reverse the hex. It was to no avail. He would just have to wait for it to lift on its own. What if it was permanent? He couldn't help but consider this horrid possibility. No, no stop imagining the worst outcome. Madam Pomfrey must be able to remove it if nothing else. 'I'll go straight to her in the morning, if it's not ended by then.' He decided. It was now 12 am and he couldn't even go back down and enjoy the party.
The Mudblood was really starting to irk him. He would have her though and once he was done he would make her pay for the damaged she did to his pride and joy. Perhaps his father might have something to say. However, he then imagined the exchange. His father would reprimand him asking him why he let his guard down around a Mudblood and allowed her to humiliate him this way. He would be once again disappointed in Draco. He decided it was better not to say anything to his father about it at all. How did his night start off so perfect and turn so horribly wrong?
