Students danced unafraid of their exhalations and drunken stupidness because of the Silencio spell cast around the party in the Forbidden Forest.
Hermione Granger didn't need convincing to go, she wanted an excuse for a natural interaction with him. Maybe she could sneak a kiss.
It was a predicament. Hermione had read that alcohol loosens the inhibitions, causes the drinker to speak the truth and become blunt. She could never be this way. It was a secret that her and Draco Malfoy had begun a clandestine relationship. They technically hadn't had sex, but it was close. Despite having no future with Malfoy he would be her first. It was impending, the thought consumed her.
What is a witch to do when she's in lust with her so-called enemy? Pretend.
Don't look at him.
Don't speak to him.
Don't get close.
It'll destroy the image she created for herself. Hermione Granger had forged an identity that could easily be corrupted by a romantic associated with Draco Malfoy.
"Have you heard? Ginny broke up with Dean." Harry said as he drained a shot of firewhiskey.
"Celebrating already are we?" Hermione said as she sipped from her shot. She made a sour face.
Harry leaned close to Hermione's ear, "Don't tell Ron, I can't tell anybody but you how excited I am."
"It's sweet, Harry. I think she feels the same about you too," Hermione said.
Hermione looked across the drunken baffoons and saw Draco Malfoy staring at her and Harry.
He is so handsome. Why haven't I ever noticed?
"What about you, Hermione? The letters from Krum can't be enough? I want you to feel love too! And something else, you know what I mean? Something below the belt…"
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Love is what's gonna defeat Voldemort, Hermione. LOVE. Get yourself some love, girl!" Harry exclaimed as he departed.
"I wish it was that simple," Hermione said to herself.
"What the hell is Harry going on about 'Mione?" Ron said as he appeared next to Hermione.
"He wants your sister." Hermione gulped down the rest of her shot.
"What?"
"Have a good night," Hermione said.
Ron placed a hand of her shoulder, stopping her.
"Can we talk for a bit?"
Hermione whisked her wand and a cup of spirit zoomed through the air into her awaiting hand.
"Impressive," Ron said.
"I got a way with wands. See you."
Pale, creamy skin. Blond hair, blue eyes, a snarky voice that becomes sensual while pressed against dungeon walls. The way he squints his eyes as he comes.
Hermione beamed replaying her fond memories as she weaved amongst the drunkards, nonchalantly finding herself next to Malfoy.
"Merlin, Weasley's a sloppy drunk, bet he's a sloppy lover," Draco Malfoy said.
"What kind of lover am I?" Hermione asked. The sentence was out before she could analyze and deduce how it could be taken.
"You're dangerous," he answered.
Hermione sobered up a bit.
"You look so beautiful, Hermione. I want to kiss you so badly right now."
"I wish it could be like that," she said.
Hermione walked away suddenly feeling morose. Suppressing thoughts of Draco Malfoy were impossible. They were in the forefront of her brain, impeding her rational mind and rendering her into a mass of flesh who yearned to be penetrated.
I thought he was a prick when I punched him. Now I want to be penetrated by his prick. How times have changed.