Sorry I haven't updated for so long...

Hermione hummed to herself as she tidied her room, stacking the books on her shelf that were scattered across the room and picking up various items of clothing from the bed. She'd quickly pulled on some sports shorts and an oversized t-shirt to tidy in; she wasn't planning on going anywhere that day- she had a Potions essay to do. She looked around the room. Tidy enough. Draco was still at Quidditch so she went into his bedroom and retrieved the torn costume from the foot of the bed. Returning to her room, she stashed in under her pillow. She sat down on her bed, fingering her wand. She needed girl talk. Maybe she'd have to go out. She opened her wardrobe and pulled out a pair of pale blue jeans and dark grey jumper. Her stomach twisted as she thought about running into Draco. How would she act? He'd said stuff in the room, but they'd be alone and if Draco was going to be upholding one thing it would be his reputation. How did she fit into his reputation?

"Stupid jeans," she complained as she struggled to get them over her hips. How old even were they? She couldn't have grown out of them already. She tugged them a bit more and they gave way, sitting comfortably (ish) on her waist.

"Ginny!" Hermione called to the red head in the entrance hall a few minutes later. She turned and grinned at the brunette, rushing over to meet her.

"Oh my god, gimme the deets. Nope, wait, follow me." Ginny took hold of Hermione's warm hand and tugged her down the stairs and into an empty classroom. She jumped on the table. "I need everything. EVERYTHING. Come on Granger I've been waiting for this for years!"

"Well," Hermione started. Giant's eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement. "We danced for a bit and then we left. On the way back we nearly got caught by some teachers and Draco-"

"Ooh it's Draco now!" Ginny teased.

"Shut up Gin," Hermione laughed. "Anyway, Draco pushed me into an alcove and when they were gone we kissed and then I-" Hermione blushed.

"You had sex with him there?" Ginny exclaimed. Hermione shook her head.

"No! It just involved my hand and his penis," she laughed.

"How big?" Ginny asked eagerly. "Blaise is about seven inches, give or take? Draco looks like it would be big. Big hands you see. And not too tall."

"Oh my god Ginny," Hermione said, covering her ears. "Way to much information. And I don't know how big, I don't tend to carry round rulers with me!"

"What's a ruler?" Ginny asked.

"It's a special tool for measuring penises," Hermione said dryly.

"You muggles are weird," Ginny muttered. "So, sex?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Then we went back to the dorms and we had sex." Ginny glared at her.

"One bloody sentence? I get one sentence? What the hell Granger?"

"We had sex. My vagina. His penis. It hurt. He kissed me. He was rough. Orgasmic bliss. Etcetera." Hermione raised her eyebrows. "That enough sentences?" Ginny pouted.

"I thought you wanted girl talk!" She complained.

"Yes, girl talk. Not sex talk."

"It's the same thing Hermione."

"Did Blaise take your virginity?" Hermione asked, ignoring Ginny's previous statement. Ginny nodded. "How?" Ginny smirked.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about sex."

"I meant emotionally. I can't imagine Zabini as a gentle lover." Ginny shook her head.

"No. He's very Italian and passionate and rough. He swears a lot during sex, but I think it's a good swearing. Not like, 'godammit, the she-weasel broke my penis!' " Hermione snorted loudly.

"Break his penis? You can't break a guy's penis!' Ginny nodded wisely.

"You can sprain your penis." Hermione shook her head.

"Right, moving on." Hermione sighed and looked down. When she closed her eyes, she could see his liquid mercury orbs boring into hers. "He told me that last night was one of the best night's of his life," she murmured softly. She couldn't quite believe he'd said that. Ginny smiled.

"I wouldn't be surprised. You looked so happy when I saw you. Plus, I saw Blaise and Malfoy walking down to the pitch and I noticed a slight stiffness in your blondie. And you're walking like you have a stick up your arse so I know it wasn't go in come out wishy washy sex. Cos that sucks." Hermione grinned.

"I wouldn't know," she teased.

"Lets hope our sex continues to be off high, high standards," Ginny laughed,holding up an imaginary glass, as if to make a toast. "To our Slytherin princes," Ginny said.

"To our Slytherin princes," Hermione agreed, holding up her imaginary glass.

I hope you enjoyed! XOXO