Rewritten - 29/12/12

The stone was cold behind her back, as Hermione stood just outside the doors to the entrance hall; she was almost hidden allowing the few tears she'd been holding in to shed. It was more intense than she'd imagined, she never knew she could feel like that from a simple kiss. But then, Draco wasn't exactly simple. Her chest heaved as her heart gradually slowed in her chest.

What had possessed her to do such a stupid thing? The idea had been to knock Draco off his game, to show him that she wasn't a toy to be played with, that she wanted this to be real. But was that really the way to go about it? All she'd managed to do, as far as she could see, was get herself into a ridiculous state.

Meanwhile, Draco was still gaping after Hermione, wondering what the hell had happened and thinking if that's the way she reacted every time he bought her a kitten she'd be rolling in them. She'd just felt so fucking good straddling him like that, her dress bunched up around her thighs, which were so smooth under his hands. He wished he'd had more time to become acquainted with them.

He had to admit though; he was fucking excited to give her the kitten, even if it was a complete cock of an animal. It hissed and bit and clawed and scratched, he'd taken to keeping it in a tall box so it couldn't get out. It was the most ugly/adorable creature he'd ever seen - it was just the sort of thing Hermione would like, the type of animal left in the store after all the good looking animals have gone.

"Don't tell me you aren't going after her?" Ginny asked perplexed from her spot on Blaises lap.

"Well she left pretty quickly, I doubt she really wants me to," he replied. In truth he wasn't sure he could stand at the moment. He might have been sure of himself, but not even he could get away with walking through the hall with a substantial bulge in his trousers.

"Are you completely thick headed?" She placed her hand in the air before he could retort, "Don't answer that, of course you are. Go after her!" Not settling for anything but the reaction she desired, she shoved hard on his shoulder, continuing to push until he finally moved.

"Fine I'll go," he murmured, before walking out of the hall to Hermione.

By this time Hermione was in full panic mode. Her heart was doing weird things in her chest and there was the definite feel of regret beginning to cool her skin. The pants she'd stashed in her pocket were on, and she'd contemplated running back to her dorm to pop her tights on; she wasn't sure why she hadn't. Instead she'd paced the hallway floor, biting her nails and running her hands over her skirt.

What she had managed to deduce, from all the pacing and nail biting, was that she was just as much of a whore as Lavender and Parvati. What she had just done was disgraceful and tasteless and not sexy at all. Hermione prided herself on being one classy bird, she wore tasteful clothes and enjoyed leaving things to the imagination - what she'd just done left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

She stopped marching as the great hall doors opened behind her, she turned to see who had left but stopped when she came face to face with Draco, who was still incredibly flushed.

"Hey," he murmured, now completely unsure what to do.

"Hello," she sighed, ringing her hands, just waiting for him to tell her he thought she was a slut. She wouldn't be surprised.

"So…" he began and she braced herself. Here it comes she thought."That was really fucking hot," he said, regaining himself as he stalked towards her, smirking as she backed away until her back hit the wall.

"Really?" she squeaked, overcome by his scent, nearness and overall Draco-ness.

"'Course," he stated, like it was common fact.

He could almost see her pulse jumping in her neck. Her eyes had dilated and her hands had clamped onto his biceps when he spread his hands on her tiny waist.

"It was really, naughty," he whispered into her ear, smirking as she shivered and gasped. Now look whose turn it is.

"You don't think it was…whorish?" she asked. All she wanted really was to play back to him, but her insecurities about the event wouldn't let her, she needed reassurance and she wanted him to make the moves this time.

"Of course not. It was sexy," he replied, completely confused by her train of thought. Didn't she know he loved it? He pressed closer; pushing his hips into hers to show her just how much he enjoyed it.

Hermione's eyes widened as she felt the obvious effect of her actions. Knowing he didn't think she was an absolute whore for what she did, gave her the confidence boost she needed to match Draco's teasing nature. She circled her hips, pressing them into him, watching as his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure.

"Do you like that?" she asked innocently, as though unaware of the effect she had on him.

"More than you know," he ground out, groaning into her ear as she pressed forward once more.

He'd had enough of her idle teasing, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall by her shoulders, trapping her against him. He smirked as she gasped her breathing quickening slightly, though she tried to hide it. Draco leaned forward, skimming his nose along her exposed collar bone and neck breathing in her natural scent; it was breathtaking. He moaned and rejoiced in seeing her squirm.

Then his lips were on hers. Crushing. Possessing. His tongue slipped inside her mouth to tangle with her own. His hands slid from her wrists and found quick purchase at her waist, gripping it tightly to bring her closer as her hands wove into his silken hair. They gasped against each other, writhing against the wall. When her legs threatened to give out, he caught her, gripping tight to her thighs and holding her against him. Their hips were joined, and Draco cursed the layers of clothing between them.

"My room or yours," he said, breathing heavy. That was when Hermione realised where she was and what she was doing. She couldn't do this. This would be far too easy. And so with great restraint she pulled herself away from him, detangling her hands from his hair and unwrapping her legs from his waist. Once safely on her feet, though still feeling decidedly shaky, she pushed him away, wagging her finger in his face.

"I don't think so, Mr Malfoy." Then before she could change her mind, she left, mindful of Blaise and Ginny staring, mouths agape at her.

She didn't look back at she walked away. Scared that if she did she wouldn't continue in her plan, and would instead go running into his arms, simply begging him to take her. It was his eyes, she decided, those silver blue eyes that made women become puddles of lust, unrestrained and untamed.

Hermione needed to compose herself before she saw him for her party. She needed to change her knickers first though.

~H~

Draco was once again slightly confused as to what had happened. He'd been kissing her, thoroughly ravaging her more like. Things were going well. He'd decided to screw the whole 'getting her back' thing and simply have her, she seemed more than willing. And then, nothing. She left him horny, hard and wanting. With the most confused and perplexed look on his face that either Blaise or Ginny had seen, it was almost comical.

Ginny ran quickly after Hermione, knowing her friend would need someone to talk to after what had just occurred, kissing Blaise sweetly before she went. Blaise stood leaning casually against the wall behind Draco, hands in his pockets as though he had not a care in the world. Simply waiting for his friend to compute what had occurred.

"Fuckshitbuggeringhell,fuckingwitch,magic,mind control. FUCK!" And there it was. Draco was stamping his feet and waving his arms and just generally going a little mad. Blaise was surprised he'd managed to discern what he'd said.

"Now, what would Narcissa say if she heard her little boy using language like that?" He clucked his tongue disapprovingly, all the while hiding his smile.

"Fuck off," Draco grumbled, almost embarrassed his rejection and subsequent rant had been over heard.

"Whatever mate, you're completely stuck on her and she just totally owned you," Blaise continued, relishing in his friends misery.

"Come on, I've got to go feed the demon spawn," he grumbled, referring to little ball of ginger evil he'd acquired for Hermione. Before she'd completely squashed him and left him with seriously aching bollocks.

~H~

At half past five that afternoon, the students reconvened in the room of requirement which had been completely decked out in birthday decorations. Balloons that changed colour littered the ceiling as tiny (literal) fairy lights hovered between them, giving the room a soft glow enhanced by the light of the fire. Along one wall of the room was a table, laden with party food, while at the end stood a three tier birthday cake.

Everyone was there apart from the birthday girl and Ginny. Luna had the elderflower wine flowing, while Neville attempted to levitate a keg and Theo passed around shots of fire whiskey, getting everyone in a thoroughly good mood for a party.

Finally Hermione arrived, everyone shouting Happy Birthday as she entered. She smiled so wide she thought it would break her face. She had been unhappy to be spending her eighteenth birthday away from her family and friends back home, but now she was glad she was here with her real friends - people who knew everything there was to know about Hermione Granger.

Draco handed her a glass of wine before directing her to sit in an arm chair so he could retrieve her present.

"Now I couldn't exactly trust the house elves with this overnight so I figured I'd wait and give you it now; though of course you know what it is," he stated, placing a brown cardboard box on her lap. As it became situated it rattled and a tiny 'meow' escaped through the holes.

Hermione was quick to open the box then and pulled out the tiny ginger kitten all the while Draco cringed; waiting for the evil little thing to attack her like it had him. But it didn't. Instead it turned its flat face to Hermione's and purred as she stroked it's ears, all the while smiling at it. Draco glowered, though he was happy it liked her and she liked it, he wouldn't have minded if it was a little shit like it had been the whole time in his care.

"So you're Crookshanks?" She said, nuzzling her nose to his, smiling as he purred. She was delighted. "Oh, this is the best thing. Honestly." Hermione was so happy, she smiled brightly at him, and Draco decided then that he couldn't be angry at her for leaving, not when she was that happy.

"Well you've always wanted a cat," he murmured, shrugging like it was no big deal he'd bought her a kitten.

"Now Mr. I don't think this party is any place for you, so I'll just take you to my room," she told the cat, cradling him in her arms before heading to the door.

"I'll do that 'Mione, you stay and enjoy the party." Ginny intercepted her before she could reach the door, gently prying the tiny kitten off her arm and placing him in his box before leaving.

The party continued in the way most of their gatherings do. They drank copious amounts of booze, smoked some weed and watched as Theo taught Luna and Pansy how to use a bong, which was hilarious.

By midnight Hermione found herself curled into Draco's lap, with no real recollection of how she got there. She definitely did not intend to get this drunk on a Sunday. Especially after the day she'd had with Draco, who knew what would happen while they were both pissed as farts.

Draco meanwhile was relishing the contact. He remembered, quite vividly, how she got there, crawling in her sexily drunk way into his lap, her red dress bunched around her knees. It was fucking hot. He'd barely noticed what she'd been wearing for once, but when he did, he couldn't stop looking. This dress was tight, all the way down. It was incredibly tight across her tits, making them look fucking huge against her tiny waist, before the red material stretched over her delicious arse before stopping just above her knees with a split up the back. All he knew was it was fuck hot and he really wanted to peel it off her.

He was also pretty sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath except long black socks, he was determined there was no way she could be wearing underwear. It was too tight. He'd have seen the outline of it, and imagined licking it.

So she was all curled into his lap, playing with the buttons on his shirt while she watched everyone dancing and lounging around. Her skirt was bunched up to her thighs, and every so often she wriggled further into his lap, seemingly unaware of his growing…problem.

"You're really fucking pretty, Draco," she mumbled, not looking at him as she played with his buttons. Unlike her, Draco hadn't drunk as much and was therefore decidedly more sober.

"Well cheers, so are you," he said, grabbing her hand and interlacing their fingers, marveling at how soft they were.

"I really like you, you know."

"Course you do," he was smirking now, amused by her little pouty drunk face.

"But you're not getting any. No matter how much I want you to fuck me," she stated, as though telling him what the weather would be like tomorrow.

"How come?" He frowned. Why couldn't he get some if she wanted it too?

"I'm not one of your whores. And what I say goes."

"I know you're not, 'Mione." When did he make her feel like that?

"Good. Now I think I'm going to throw up." And she did. Thankfully the room conjured a bowl just in time for her to projectile vomit into.

"Bed time for the birthday girl I think," Draco murmured, carrying her over to one of the beds that had appeared, forever thankful to that resourceful room.

"Don't want to go to bed though," she sighed, though she didn't fight him as he transfigured her dress into comfy night clothes before tucking her in.

"Course not," he said, kissing her lightly on the head. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Dreaming of beautiful blonde men and ginger kittens.

You know I'd completely forgotten about Crookshanks xD.

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