The yoga instructor

Warnings: Ron-bashing plus M-rating for language some minor smut. Also, some might find the description of the fights a bit too explicit depending on your taste, consider yourself cautioned.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing but the plot, though I fervently wish I did.

No beta, all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy this one :-)

xxx HBSJ

Chapter 10, The fight

Pansy was pacing by the time they entered her flat, Blaise was relaxing with a firewhiskey in a wingback chair, trying to convince his witch to calm down.

"What the…? Oh, there you are! You are late!"

"Pans, calm down, we're five minutes late. And you can blame yourself, what's the thing with the corset huh? It took ages to tie up!" Draco was exasperated with his best female friend already and they hadn't even spent five minutes together. It was going to be a very long evening.

"Don't you start Drake, they moved the portkey up, we're leaving in ten minutes!" Pansy was frantic, stressing about their story, their appearance and everything in between.

"Perfect, just enough time for a glass of Ogden's." Blaise had already poured a tumbler for him.

"Men!" Pansy stomped her foot and Granger was trying to soothe the irate witch.

Blaise was peering at him, it was unnerving. "Mate, you look bloody bizarre, what's with the gut?"

"I have to be average-" He sneered. "-and that apparently entails a gut like this one. It wasn't exactly done with my consent." He took a large gulp of his drink, he needed the liquid courage for tonight. He and Granger had been sparring in their conversations and innuendos all afternoon. They'd had to be in very close quarters to complete all of the transfigurations. Almost a bit too close for comfort.

During their day together at her flat, he had basically decided to throw caution to the wind. Sort of. He was attracted to Granger. Fine. Whatever. He would acknowledge it and take whatever came after that in stride. It wasn't like they would end up together or anything like that. He scoffed. Of course not.

Hermione debated back and forth with Pansy regarding their story and finally they'd settled on the details. Pansy and Hermione were cousins through their mothers, her name was Violet and her current beau was called Reed. Hermione had gotten a rough outline of her and Pansy's parentage just in case and they'd gone over their story. She would whisper everything necessary in Draco's ear. They'd agreed that she and Draco would be very clingy in order to offset Pansy and Blaise, who would act normal towards each other. They had to be noticeable enough but not stand out too much. They would observe first and then maybe change their act subtly if needed.

Pansy reiterated the finer points of the plan for the men at top speed and soon they were all gathered around an old broken lightbulb. She looked around and for a brief moment she wondered how she'd gotten herself landed in the midst of a snake pit before she felt the familiar tug behind her navel and they all swirled towards the fight.

They arrived in what she supposed was an antechamber of sorts. It was a circular room with wood panelling all around and six guards standing by the walls. There were no doors anywhere. The guards were all men and almost the same, tall, broad, same haircut and hair colour and wearing all black wizards robes. They all wore the same glasses with a curious mirror-shine to them. She assumed that the glasses the guards were wearing had some sort of enchantment upon them, enabling the guards to see through glamour charms. Human transfiguration was notoriously difficult and if done wrong, it could result in horrific accidents, they must assume that none of the patrons would be able to complete such complex magic. Hopefully that would be their mistake number two. Number one was allowing the muggles to get caught.

Only Pansy seemed to take their current situation in stride. She took in the guards and gave them a wave and a blinding smile, one of them even got a seductive wink. Draco closed the short distance between them and took her hand, she almost wanted to take it back but she didn't, it felt sort of… good. She remembered that they had a role to play, so she pulled him closer and leaned into him, her back to his front while he placed his hands on her hips, she almost gasped at the contact. Even if he didn't look like himself, she couldn't help thinking about how it would feel if he was in his own skin. A part of her desperately wanted to experience it.

After about a minute with no one moving much except Pansy, one of the guards stepped forward. "You may enter." His voice was magically distorted and if she saw him again, she wouldn't be able to recognize him. It was a clever disguise, the guards looked so uniform that they had safety in numbers.

He gestured towards his left where there was a break in the panelling, same as the other four sides, if one could call it that. Pansy took the lead and sauntered straight through the wooden wall, with the rest following.

Beyond the antechamber was a huge square room with a large pit in the middle surrounded by an elaborate cage of wires and metal, it was a physical and magical cage for the fights to take place in. There were three tunnels channelled into the main cage, presumably the entrances for the young dragons. Witches and wizards were everywhere and the room had a dank sort of smell, it could be an abandoned warehouse maybe. She took in her surroundings, there were no windows and no doors, she couldn't see a ceiling either, so it must have been magically concealed. The walls were lined with bare concrete and at different intervals there were betting booths, snack counters and bars set up. There were waitresses wandering the room floating trays in front of them with drinks and snacks, they were all the same too, same height, same hair, same black waitress uniform and all wearing those glasses. Again, lots of safety in numbers. She couldn't single out any of them.

All of the attendees milling around excitedly looked just the way Pansy had described. Too much makeup, too many glamours, too much dragonhide, too much leather, too much glitter and sequins, too many earrings and too many piercings. It was garish and over the top. There was a witch who looked like she wasn't even wearing clothes or shoes but on closer inspection, she wore a skin-tight flesh coloured tube latex dress that ended higher than mid-thigh and very tall see-through platform plastic heels, she seemed particularly popular among the wizards.

Witches and wizards kept arriving through the concrete wall behind them so they had to move. Pansy and Blaise led the way to a bar at the opposite side of the room where they ordered enough firewhiskey and butterbeers to go around. Malfoy had his arm around her waist and as they walked behind Pansy and Blaise, his thumb made small soothing circles on her exposed hip, it both helped and seemed to rile her up even further. They were acting, he didn't have to do that. She was confused by the subtle touch but she had to focus, they had an important job to do here, they had to gather all the information they could.

Pansy gave Blaise a quick kiss and sauntered off towards a group of wizards in one corner, she couldn't make out any of their faces at all but she was certain that it was the 'crowd around Flint' that Pansy had been talking about.

She steeled herself and looked around while trying to look as inconspicuous as possible doing it. Malfoy leaned down, his lips brushed her ear and she shivered, she was worried that he could feel it. He didn't even look like himself and he made her insides melt. She wanted to roll her eyes at herself.

"Relax Granger, everything will be fine. I would tell you that you look good, but quite frankly you look a bit too much like Pansy." He mock-shuddered and she grinned at him, feeling instantly better.

She turned towards him and put both of her hands at the back of his neck, he was still just as tall as before so it was a bit of a stretch but her tall platform pumps helped. She them brushed her lips across his earlobe briefly, ignored his small jolt and whispered to him in her most seductive voice. "Thank you so much Malfoy."

He rolled his eyes but tightened his hold around her waist and said against her ear in a barely audible whisper. "Minx."

"Pansy. How are things?" They were interrupted by a horrible looking man. He had sallow skin, almost grey, his eyes were hard and calculating but he was built like a bull, all hard muscle and lots of tattoos. He wore immaculate and expensive robes but they couldn't make up for his general appearance. He was sizing them all up and one look at Pansy gushing at him made them all comprehend that he was the wizard to impress for the evening.

Blaise straightened up and shook hands with the wizard. They were presented by Pansy and the wizard was called Jack Flame. It was probably a false name but now they knew what he went by, Hermione made a mental note to cross-check the name with Harry. Pansy beckoned her and Malfoy forward and she could feel her heart start to pound faster and faster, Malfoy rubbed those circles on her hip again and it helped again, so strange.

Jack gave her and Draco a quick once-over and smiled. Well, it seemed like it was his version of a smile but mostly it looked like a grimace. He had blackened rotting teeth and his face was almost contorted, it didn't look like a smile came natural to him. She was absolutely disgusted by the man in front of her.

They exchanged small pleasantries but he didn't pick up anything out of the ordinary. A couple of the wizard's friends joined them and suddenly Pansy was holding court to about six or seven wizards. They seemed to think her spunk and quick comebacks adorable and charming. Her tight black muggle jeans and her barely-there black spaghetti-strap camisole also had a considerable effect on the wizards around her. Blaise simple rolled his eyes, gave Draco a look that he'd gotten more than once before and ordered more drinks. Blaise knew his witch well and he trusted her implicitly. He knew she could hold her own if necessary.

Draco didn't trust the group of men in front of him at all, they leered and smirked with hard glints in their eyes. And they were eying the witch currently in his embrace. He understood why, even though he didn't like her hair or the changes to her face and complexion, he knew she was stunning. She wore a dark burgundy floor length corset dress with cap sleeves, an open and plunging neckline and a slit almost to her hipbone that showed off one toned leg. Her long dark hair gave off a distinctly goth-like appearance and they seemed very much into it. He wasn't exactly a fan of the look but he knew she would look amazing in the dress in her own skin, he could certainly do role-play if needed in future. At the mere thought his member started to harden and he quickly willed it into submission.

The difference of appearance between Granger and Pansy was startling but that was surely the plan, Pansy wanted attention from those wizards and Granger was up for it, she stayed in his embrace but was eying wizards in front of her and purring at them at random intervals when they spoke to her. She was taking a leaf out of Pansy's book with that one. It might be necessary but that certainly didn't mean that he liked it one bit.

A shout and a giggle from the other side of the room caught the attention of Granger, she froze instantly and he followed her gaze. There was no mistaking that red hair and that mop of dark blonde curls. The Weasel and his bint had made an appearance, how unfortunate. Maybe they should have anticipated that they might know some of the people at the fight, he cursed the fact that they were caught off guard like this.

The Wanker and his companion were as gaudy and tactless as they could possibly be, almost shouting their greetings to the people around them. Brown wore a black corset dress with bare shoulders and long sleeves and the Weasel sprouted dragonhide pants, matching boots and the most revealing long-sleeved net-shirt that he'd ever seen. That amount of pale freckled skin with red curly hair on the chest was not meant to be shown to world. He would never be able to un-see that. He groaned audibly, it would take a lot of firewhiskey to appease his burning retinas

Beside them, Blaise followed his line of sight just as he was taking a large gulp of Ogden's finest, his eyes widened and he started coughing but he was certain that Blaise was also concealing his laughing, the newcomers did look fucking ridiculous.

The Weasel was apparently feeling right at home over there with a couple of dumb cronies and their tacky hang-around girls, Brown was giggling loudly at something the Wanker had just said, they were sticking out like a sore thumb as maybe the tackiest pair present and they seemed completely oblivious about it and just lapped up all of the attention. He was absolutely certain that they'd been to these fights more than once before.

Granger hadn't moved a muscle, she was staring derisively at the couple across the room with narrowed eyes, looking murderous. He bent down and put his head on her shoulder to cover her from the wizards next to them. She was muttering curses and swearwords at them and occasionally saying "How dare he?" under her breath. Unintentionally she sent a small stinging hex at them both and they yelped and looked around for the perpetrator. He had to calm her down.

"Granger, calm the fuck down, will you? We know they come here now, we'll have Potter and his team arrest them later this week."

"But how dare he?! He knows this is barbaric abuse! He helped us with Norbert for Godric's sake! I mean, his brother is protecting these dragons at the risk of his life and he chooses to bet on their gruesome death!"

He had no idea who or what Norbert were and he knew she could have ranted on and on but she had to shut up, she was starting to attract too much attention. "Granger… Granger, be quiet. No one here knows that we know them. Officially we don't know them. Shite. Just breathe, please."

She was so startled by his use of the word please that she was almost shocked into silence. She huffed quietly at him though, he answered by tightening his arm around her and she was certain that she could feel his low chuckle in her very core.

She changed a glance at him and even through the transfigurations, she could see the trademark Malfoy smirk. "I am breathing, but thank you." She squeezed his hand on her stomach lightly. "But trust me on this, I'll make him pay, him and his brainless bimbo."

"You are so fucking hot when you're angry Granger." He whispered in her ear, almost inaudibly but she caught it and she could feel the movements of his lips on the shell of her ear. A shiver kissed its way down the length of her spine and she stilled at his words but he moved away towards Blaise, she found herself instantly missing his warmth and his arms around her. She gave herself two beats to collect her jumbled feelings and joined them, downing a shot. They were supposed to be out partying, so they should get started. She steeled herself and plastered on a wide seductive smile towards the wizards around her.

As the minutes turned to hours, Blaise bought round after round to all of those gathered by them and since he kept on buying, the crowd grew exponentially. Hermione had downed way too many shots now, she was grateful that her bag contained both a couple of sobering draughts and hangover potions. She took a sobering draught surreptitiously in a shot glass and turned around with her back to the bar. She was in the middle of a huddle of wizards, they were all clamouring for her attention and she gave it to them with a sweet smile.

She asked them all question after question about the place, the fights, the betting and the limited invitations, trying to appear as ditzy and cute as possible. In reality, she was filing all of the information away for future study, she would need the Pensieve to remember all of the relevant information she'd collected over the course of the evening so far. She and Pansy had made a big production out of having to choose between the different dragons as they placed their bets, asking all of the wizards around them for advice in the silliest and damsel-in-distress-way possible. They weren't disappointed, all of the wizards beelined for them to offer their advice, even Jack Flame and Marcus Flint, who had joined the crowd around that particular bar. He seemed way to comfortable in an environment such as this, she was absolutely certain that he was involved in any number of shady activities, it almost radiated from him. She was going to talk with Harry about him as well. To their massive relief he acknowledged Blaise and Pansy amicably enough and chatted easily with Draco while leering at her, not recognizing him or herself at all.

A loud gonging captured her attention along with everyone else's. Jack Flame stepped onto a small platform beside the caged pit in the centre of the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please place any last-minute bets now, the fights will start in fifteen minutes." His appearance and gravelly voice clashed horribly with the manners he displayed in front of the crowd.

Malfoy appeared behind her again, tucking his arm around her as though it was the most natural thing in the world. She didn't have anything against it. Maybe she was belittling it. Maybe she did sort of like it-ish.

He bent down to talk in her ear. "That Flame-guy is a right piece of work. I have no patience for his sort."

She turned and looked up at him, his eyes were burning into hers, trying to convey some sort of emotion just outside of her grasp. "Uhm, what sort is that?" Her voice sounded breathy, even to her own ears.

He sneered and rolled his eyes at her. "He is a disgrace to wizard-kind, same with all of his cronies. And they try to display mannerisms that took my mother years to teach me, these wizards are not from the richer wizarding families, I can tell you that much, they all behave better than that. Except Flint, he's fucking sickening. Weasley and Brown are not included of course, their ways are much much worse than those wannabe buffoons."

"Are you sure that you're not just a slow learner?" She smirked up at him, her heart was beating fast, unsure whether or not he would take it as a horrible insult or a joke, he gave her a grimace.

"Hilarious Granger, very witty." He dead-panned at her. She couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled up her throat and he gave her a very annoyed and rather pointed look.

Before they could continue their banter however, there were a loud gong reverberating around the room. The fights were starting.

He was trying hard to conceal his absolute disgust at the fights. They were brutal, messy, loud and bloody. The young dragons had been starved for days before a fight and were fighting over a slab of undefinable gory meat in the centre of the cage. The winner got the food. As Granger would put it, it was barbaric. He could tell that she felt exactly the same so he kept up rubbing the small circles on her hip, it seemed to help her keep her face fairly blank and somehow it seemed to calm him a bit as well.

The first fight between a Peruvian Vipertooth vs. an Antipodean Opaleye was ferocious, despite their relatively small size. After a rather short fight, the Vipertooth won when its venomous fangs that sunk deep into the throat of the Opaleye and it dropped unceremoniously to the ground of the pit while the Vipertooth claimed its meaty prize. The surviving dragon was scarred but alive. All four of them were absolutely horrified by not just the viciousness of the fights but also by the enthusiastic jeers and cheers of the crowd gathered around the cage. Loudest of all were the Weasel. He was jumping up and down, cheering on his chosen dragon as though his life depended on it. Depending on how many galleons he'd bet tonight, it may just come down to that. Or if Granger got her hands on him soon. How he would love to see that confrontation.

They were standing at the edge of the crowd, trying to appear enthusiastic about the fighting dragons, while Blaise and Pansy stood beside him. The second fight of the evening was starting, a Norwegian Ridgeback vs. a Chinese Fireball, these dragons were a bit larger and a bit scarred here and there. To distract himself from the increasing gore in the pit, he and Blaise were currently swapping the information they'd gathered in hushed tones.

"That Flame-guy is a provider, he provides the venue and does the advertising and inviting so to speak but someone else is in charge of the dragons. He hinted that it was someone I may know from school." Blaise practically whispered to him while keeping his lips as still as possible. "He also joked something about magical creatures being a both a way to make money and a way to get the dragons in order to make money. I'm uncertain what he was referring to." He sneered with a look of absolute revulsion on his face, the Ridgeback had just removed a limb from the Fireball. "I had to invite him and his mates to the café, they'd heard about it. I can't believe that my business is being dragged into this. You and Granger better figure this out fast mate."

"Well, I would say that we're currently working on it." Blaise gave him a grimace and they turned to cheer half-heartedly as the dragons in the pit were sending flames at each other. "I was told that the person behind this is a woman, someone about our age. The guy I spoke with had met her at some point but he couldn't remember a thing about her. I think she might have cast some sort of repelling spells or concealment spells on herself or her cloak maybe."

"How are you sure that it's a witch then?"

"The guy told me she had on high-heeled boots and a dress. He only remembers the bottom of her legs and her feet, that's why I think it might be the cloak."

"Interesting, not many have the talent or the knowledge to enchant a cloak like that." Blaise's eyed narrowed. "Alright, a talented witch from our year or the years around ours. That should narrow it down slightly."

"Slightly is the operative word, it's not nearly enough information." He sighed exasperatedly.

At that point, Granger nudged him. "Don't talk so much, gather information and we'll talk later. I have a Pensieve at home to examine what we see here."

He rolled his eyes at her but turned towards the fight. "Fine." The Chinese Fireball was struggling, trying to gain the upper hand just when the Norwegian Ridgeback went in for the kill. The Fireball was currently being aggressively mutilated by the Ridgeback, it was appalling but he was cheering unenthusiastically anyway, they had a façade to keep up and it would seem that he'd just won one of his bets. He knew within himself that his moral compass had been screwed up more than once in his life but even he knew that this was absolutely atrocious, they needed to put an end to this nasty scheme.

Flame stepped up on the podium again. "And now, Ladies and Gentlemen! The finale! The fight you've been waiting for all evening! The undefeated Ukranian Ironbelly vs. the likewise undefeated Hungarian Horntail!"

Everyone cheered almost manically and banged on the cage as the dragons entered the pit. They hissed and spit fire at the roaring humans around them, but the magical barrier held and no one was hurt. Recognizing a lost cause, the dragons then turned toward each other. They were rather large and very scarred, the Horntail was missing an eye and was heavily scarred down its back and the Ironbelly had deep gashes down both sides of its ribs, obviously damage from earlier fights they had survived. The dragons were snarling and hissing at each other, circling around the pit, trying to gauge where to strike. It was like a mesmerizing dance before the Horntail struck first and the fight started in earnest.

When they clashed or one dragon hit the side of the pit, it felt like the very floor and walls of the building shook. Draco could see the muggle lighting fixtures overhead swinging slightly as the Ironbelly almost rammed the Horntail into the side of the cage. For the first time that evening, he was uncertain whether or not the cage could hold in the dragons. The fight dragged on and on and after about thirty minutes, five of the guard-wizards from the ante chamber stepped forward to strengthen the enchantments on the cage and the pit. The ground beneath the dragons was cracked and burnt. Suddenly, after about forty-five minutes, the fight changed and the Ironbelly was no longer an aggressor but fighting hard for its life. The Horntail pounced instantly and the blood from the Ironbelly's open throat and torso was spattered all around the cage as it collapsed on the ground.

Draco realized that he had been simultaneously enthralled and revolted by this fight, because the dragons were so much larger and more precise than the previous ones they'd seen. Only when the blood hit the cage, did he zoom back out and the noise in the room felt deafening.

Jack Flame was congratulated by everyone for such a successful evening and shouts about parties and drinks were all around. Pansy and Blaise had just been talking to Flame and returned with an invitation to go to a bar with him, Flint, their cronies and some of the other guests. Draco was not happy about it, it had been a very long day but they needed more information so there was nothing else for it, they had to go.

They were side-along apparated by Jack Flame himself, he had very clearly taken a fancy to both her and Pansy, but he was smooth enough or devious enough to be courteous towards Blaise and Draco as well. They arrived, surprisingly, outside the wizarding bar Vici in the middle of Diagon Alley. Pansy was the only one who showed any enthusiasm, Blaise frowned at Draco and he shrugged discreetly to signal his own confusion. She hadn't been here before but she'd heard of the place, Susan Bones owned it together with a few others.

They were a lot of people from the fight, she hoped there was enough space for them in the bar. When they entered she gasped. The décor was magnificent and Jack turned around to smirk at her reaction, she fought to keep her expression even when looking at him. She also had to refrain from approaching the bar, because Susan was there serving the new guests and she knew that she wouldn't be able to remain indifferent to her friend.

They chatted with the people around them easily, trying to weed out any definite information to continue their investigation. "So,-" Jack approached her with a drink and a calculating smile on his face. "-are you and this Reed fellow together or…?" He trailed off suggestively with a waggle of his brows.

She hid her horror at his insinuation behind a sweet smile. "Uhm, I mean, yes." His face fell slightly. "For now." She amended, keeping Pansy's words in mind and his answering grin was deeply unsettling. Somehow, she had been separated from her friends and she was alone with him at the end of the bar, to say that it was a less than ideal circumstance was an understatement, he had a disturbing predatorial glint in his eyes when they roamed her body, lingering in certain areas.

Luckily, before he could answer, Pansy sauntered up to them, drink in her hand and calculating narrowed eyes. "Jack! Excuse me Violet, honey." She winked at her and turned towards the wizard. "Please help me, I have these three receipts and it seems that I won all of my bets! It was definitely your advice that did it." She smirked and winked at him and he was drinking it all up. "Now, how do I get my galleons out? And what happens if someone loses all their bets? Or they can't pay?"

Pansy was talking circles around the man and she knew it. She was monopolizing Jack's attention for her to slip away. She could hear the man's reply as she walked towards the bathroom. "Well, congrats Pansy, lucky guess with that Vipertooth, not many called that one. You just copy your slip, give the copy to me and I'll deposit the money in your vault at Gringott's. Those who loose and cannot pay will get a visit from me and my mates." He sounded rather proud of himself, she reasoned that he probably was.

As she entered the hallway towards the bathrooms she stopped short, three people in cloaks were having a muffled heated discussion just around the corner, she took a step back to listen.

"Oof! Will you get a move on?" The always charming Malfoy had graced her with his ever annoying presence and walked straight into her. He might not look like himself but he still acted very much like himself towards her. Except for the embraces and the circles on her hips, she couldn't really explain them.

"Just hush and listen!" She whispered to him. They were hidden in a small nook from both the bar and the men having the increasingly angry conversation.

"What the fuck mate? Why is this even a problem? You've already got enough people working on this!" The first said, a very gruff male voice.

"It's getting out of hand! What do I do with the Horntail? It fucking won! We can't handle that thing anymore and we don't have any the same size to challenge it next week!" The second man seemed almost desperate.

"Set it free." A female voice said calmly.

"WHAT?!" Both men were obviously shocked at the suggestion. They started blustering at the same time. "Set it free?!" "Bloody dangerous that is!" "Have you gone ruddy mental?!" The last sentence ended the blustering from the man. "I'm… I'm sorry, I didn't mean… Please don't…"

"Shut it!" The woman was forceful and angry now. "Set the beast free and let the Ministry deal with it. Don't call for me again once it's done!" The tell-tale crack of apparition sounded and two pairs of shuffling feet started moving. The men were grumbling disconcertedly and they were walking directly towards them.

Malfoy acted first, he spun her around, pulled her body flush against his, picked her up with his hands on her arse, backed her up against the wall and clashed his mouth to hers. It happened so fast that she hadn't even registered it before she was sucked into another world completely.

He may not look or feel like himself but she couldn't help it, to her it felt very much like Malfoy. She wrapped her legs around his hips tightly as he kneaded her arse, she moaned when he nibbled on her bottom lip, she gasped when he bit it playfully, she felt a flash of heat pulse through her when he groaned as she opened her mouth to his probing tongue and when he flexed his hips once she almost saw stars behind her lids. He was hard and large and he was continually grinding into her while she was lost to the feelings emanating from the very core of her body.

The two wizards walked by muttering that they should get a room, they were seemingly satisfied that they had been otherwise occupied and hadn't been eavesdropping on their discussion.

Only in the back of her mind did she register that the two wizards were gone because Malfoy didn't relent at all. If anything, he upped the ante. When he was satisfied that her legs had a secure grip on his hips, his hands started roaming her body hungrily. Even through her laced-up corset could she feel his thumbs brushing her erect nipples, they were straining to get some attention or friction and she threw her head back in pure pleasure. He started administering her throat and neck with open mouthed kisses and small bites. When she whimpered, he hummed in approval and she could feel tremors run through her entire body in sync with his humming. Her hands were caressing his upper body, which felt nothing like his real body, so she moved to his hair and scraped her nails against his scalp, he shuddered and growled, pushing himself harder into her.

She was dripping now, aching for him and completely lost to the sensations when someone coughed loudly right beside them and they both froze. His hands were still on her supple mounds and his head was buried in her neck. She could also hear someone else snickering. That was rather annoying. She opened her eyes slowly, looking over Malfoy's shoulder to see Pansy and Blaise looking at them with mirth in their eyes. Pansy had a single eyebrow raised at them both. Blaise was the one snickering, he was trying to hide it as coughing but it didn't work at all.

Malfoy let her down slowly while keeping his back to Blaise and Pansy. When she was on the ground, he almost hid her completely from sight of their friends. She was absolutely certain that she was beetroot red in the face and when she peaked up at him, he seemed to be focusing rather hard on a coatrack to the right of them but his cheekbones were subtly stained with a light pink blush.

"Well, we just wanted to know if you two are ready to go? You're supposed to be staying at mine, so…?" She trailed off with a very Slytherin-esque smirk.

Blaise took the reins to spare them any further embarrassment. "Let's just get the fuck out of here, we'll talk later." He gave them a very sharp look and turned around, she and Malfoy followed Pansy and Blaise out of the bar and they dissaparated.

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Thank you!

So, their first kiss and lots more information about the fights, thoughts?

Do you have any guesses as to whom the bad-guy (or should I say bad-woman?) is?

Also, longest chapter yet! I hope you approve!

xxx HBSJ