A/N: I know the whole Regulus thing was a bit of a shock and a lot of you had questions about it. Well, this chapter should explain it. Maybe. I had kind of written the last chapter without a real plan, so hopefully I did it justice and my reasoning makes sense to you. Fortunately for me, you will probably be thoroughly distracted at the end of this chapter and forget all about it! I should warn you that this chapter is rather naughty. Although it is not graphic, I'm sure all of you have very wild imaginations!
Victor Victorious
"I knew you fucked him!" accused Malfoy angrily.
"I did not, you idiot. He's just messing with you. Tell him Regulus," said Hermione exasperatedly. She didn't need this shit. Malfoy was awfully possessive for someone who didn't 'like' her.
"Well, we didn't exactly get that far," admitted Regulus, "Some prat interrupted us."
Hermione glared at Regulus. "'It was never going to get that far because 'we' weren't doing anything. 'I' was sleeping."
"And were you having pleasant dreams?" asked Regulus smirking.
Hermione blushed. That was beside the point. "What kind of son of a bitch goes around kissing girls while they're sleeping anyway?" Hopefully, he hadn't read any muggle fairytales, or he'd be fancying himself sodding Prince Charming.
"A lucky one?" replied Regulus offhandedly.
"You are an immoral, depraved, sorry excuse for a painting," declared Hermione angrily.
"Oh, lighten up. It was just a little wakeup call. You have to admit it was better than that asshole's," said Regulus gesturing to Malfoy.
"As far as wakeup calls go, they both sucked. Yours quite literally," said Hermione glaring at the hickeys she could see on her shoulder.
"Well, I tried shaking you awake, but that wasn't as effective or as enjoyable as the kissing was. And you were the one who kept asking for more," insisted Regulus. "Quite insatiable, you are."
She did vaguely remember wanting more. Damn. Had she said that out loud? "I thought I was dreaming," she said in self-defense.
"And here it was a dream come true," quipped Regulus.
"Except she was probably dreaming about me," smirked Malfoy. Conceited bastard.
"Not bloody likely," said Regulus glaring at Malfoy. Then they both turned on Hermione, who seemed to be looking a little uncomfortable.
"Who says it was either of you? Maybe I was dreaming about Goyle." Shit. Why didn't she say Viktor? Why did she always seem to forget about her boyfriend when there was a Slytherin around?
"Well, it doesn't really matter which asshole you were dreaming of. I was the one who had the pleasure of pleasuring you, and I don't expect too much in return. What can I say? I'm a giver," said Regulus as though he really believed that load of crap.
"Yeah, you're a fucking philanthropist," said Hermione sarcastically.
"I prefer sex god but whatever," replied Regulus nonchalantly.
"Speaking of that," began Hermione.
"I knew you thought I was a sex god," exclaimed Regulus. "And I was just getting started too. Let's kick this asshole out and have some fun."
"What I meant to say," said Hermione glaring at him, "or rather ask you about is how the fuck did you get out of that painting?"
"Oh, that."
"Yes, that. I was right. You are alive, aren't you?" accused Hermione.
"That would be my fucking luck," said Malfoy under his breath.
Regulus sighed. "Unfortunately, I am not alive, not in the traditional sense anyway. Those were some pretty good moves for a dead guy though, don't you think? It's been twenty years, but I've still got it," boasted Regulus.
"If you're not alive then how did you do it?" asked Hermione skeptically but still managing to blush.
"Magic," shrugged Regulus.
"Duh," said Malfoy.
"Nice try. Paintings can't do magic," said Hermione.
"Correction. Most paintings can't do magic. I've always been exceptional."
"You seem just like a dumb old ordinary painting to me," said Malfoy glowering at him.
"More like extraordinary," said Regulus with a smirk.
"Yes, it was rather," said Hermione absentmindedly reminiscing about her 'dream'. Then she caught Malfoy's expression and went on the defensive. "What? How many paintings do you know that can give hickeys?"
"I wouldn't know. I've never tried to get a hickey from a fucking painting," said Malfoy.
"And I did? I'm going to a wedding! What am I supposed to tell people? That a fucking painting did it? Everyone is going to think you did it, and that makes me positively sick!" screamed Hermione.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I would never do something like that to you because I don't like you!" yelled Malfoy.
"So you say," snapped Hermione.
"Excuse me, but I thought we were talking about me," said Regulus clearly bored with the turn in the conversation. "Who the fuck cares if that prick likes you or not? He's an idiot."
"Oh yeah? Who's the dumb shit stuck in a painting?" asked Malfoy triumphantly.
Regulus glared at Malfoy but then shrugged. "It could be worse. I could be six feet underground."
"So, what exactly happened?" asked Hermione turning back to Regulus.
"The Dark Lord asked to borrow my house elf, and when I say asked, I mean commanded. No one ever refused the Dark Lord anything or anyone for that matter and lived to tell about it. So, I told Kreacher to go with the Dark Lord and then return to me when the Dark Lord was finished with him. The Dark Lord left Kreacher in that cave to die but because of my command, Kreacher returned to me and that is how I found out about the horcruxes."
"Wait the Dark Lord made horcruxes. Holy shit!" exclaimed Malfoy.
"It figures you would know what they are. Listen Malfoy, if you even fucking tell anyone about this, I will hex you in a place you won't soon forget," threatened Hermione.
"My hair!"
"That too."
"Oh," said Malfoy his eyes widening.
Hermione turned to Regulus. "It was you. You hid the fake locket. You're R.A.B.," said Hermione stating the obvious.
"Yes, that was part of my plan to bring down the Dark Lord. I figured he had probably made more than one with how paranoid he was about death, although I was thinking he used the magical number three. I would have bet my life on it that the locket was the final horcrux I needed to find. Well, I guess I kind of did. I fucking lost that bet. Anyway, after I found the cup and the diadem, I told Kreacher to take me to the cave. I brought a replacement locket to keep him from being suspicious but added a little note inside for the Dark Lord incase he figured it out, kind of a final 'fuck you'. When I saw what the potion was, I knew this particular horcrux had a very high price to pay, a life. Kreacher had survived drinking the potion once because he was a house elf and not a wizard and the Dark Lord hadn't taken that into consideration when making the potion, but there was no way he could survive it twice. I couldn't send Kreacher to his death like that. I just couldn't do it. He had taken care of me my whole life. So, I drank the potion in his place."
"You sacrificed yourself for your house elf? That's incredible, Regulus."
"Oh God. Saving a fucking house elf? Give me a break. Now she really is going to fuck you. You might as well join S.P.E.W. and get your complimentary blow job," said Malfoy sarcastically.
"Shut up, Malfoy. Just because you don't know how to be self-sacrificing doesn't mean no one else does."
"I could be nice to a house elf for a screw too," said Malfoy indignantly.
"You can't be bloody nice to anybody. You're a Malfoy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're an asshole," answered Regulus.
"What he said," said Hermione. "Now shut up. Regulus is telling a story."
"My body was dying from the potion I drank in the cave. I was running out of time. Kreacher apparated me back to my room."
"So, that potion Professor Dumbledore drank in the cave would have killed him?" asked Hermione the truth dawning. Snape wasn't really a murderer after all. Professor Snape she silently corrected herself.
"Yes, a slow painful death. It was some nasty shit," said Regulus.
"That's awful," sympathized Hermione.
"Luckily, the Ravenclaw in me had been working on a brilliant idea inspired by Voldemort. Let's just say, I put my heart and soul into this painting. Well, my soul anyway. I'm still a heartless bastard," said Regulus with a wink.
"Oh my God. You're a horcrux!" said Hermione incredulously.
"In a way I guess I am, except my soul is complete. I didn't have to rip it apart and become a monster like the Dark Lord."
"No, you're just a painting of one," grumbled Malfoy.
"Why would you put your soul into a painting?" Hermione asked Regulus trying to understand what was going on.
"Yeah, who the fuck does that except creepy crazy bastards?" asked Malfoy rhetorically.
"I was dying. It was the only way I could think of to become immortal," said Regulus.
"You're immortal!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Fucking shit," said Malfoy.
"Well, no. Needless to say, the spell didn't exactly work out the way it was supposed to," admitted Regulus.
"Dumb ass," said Malfoy smugly.
Regulus chose to ignore Malfoy and his utterly inane comments. "I had hoped my clever plan would grant me immortality, but I am forever connected to this painting. I can only come out of the painting for small amounts of time and in this room only. It is very exhausting, but I can do it… for long enough," added Regulus suggestively.
"But if your soul is complete, you're not really dead. You can just find another body or create one like Voldemort did."
"Unfortunately, that is not how the spell works. When my body died, instead of my soul going to heaven or more than likely hell, my soul went into this painting. The magic is woven into the paint and canvas. The process is irreversible. I am just a painting now. A really fucking hot painting but nothing more."
"That is so sad," said Hermione sincerely.
"It's a fucking shame," said Malfoy insincerely.
"That was so brave of you. Sacrificing yourself like that. You know, you could have been a Gryffindor as well."
"Please," said Malfoy nastily. "Why don't you just fuck him now and get the scepter to match your stupid fucking crown."
"It's a diadem," said Hermione and Regulus at the same time and then they smiled at each other.
"I am going to fucking throw up," said Malfoy looking at the two of them.
"So, Regulus. Does this mean that we're on the same side now?" asked Hermione.
"If I say I'm on your side, is that going to get me laid?" asked Regulus.
"No," said Hermione adamently.
"Then I will have to think about it," replied Regulus.
"But I thought you wanted to bring about the downfall of Voldemort," said Hermione disappointedly.
"I just thought I might get something out of it. I mean what are three pieces of Voldemort's soul worth to you?" asked Regulus shrewdly.
"Forget what I said before," huffed Hermione. "You are a Slytherin through and through."
"Now why do I get the feeling you don't mean that as a compliment?" asked Regulus smirking.
"Because Slytherins suck," said Hermione angrily.
Regulus started laughing. "Apparently we do. Oh, and by the way, that horcrux may affect your judgment slightly."
"What!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Well, you are wearing a crazy bastard on your head. What do you expect?" asked Regulus.
"I don't know. Am I going to go about killing people?" asked Hermione horrified.
Regulus rolled his eyes. "Knowing you, you'll probably go about shagging people."
"Fuck off, Regulus."
"I'm trying," said Regulus.
"Is that why you made me try on the diadem in the first place? You thought it would make me want to have sex with you?"
"Just a theory," shrugged Regulus.
"Well, it's a shit theory, if you ask me," scoffed Hermione.
"We'll see. Just remember, abstinence makes the heart grow fonder," said Regulus laughing.
"It's absence, you dumb ass," retorted Hermione.
"That too. I'll be waiting for you."
"Don't we have a wedding to go to?" asked Malfoy.
"Oh shit, I still have to take a shower!"
At exactly 10:37 am, Hermione met Malfoy in front of the fireplace in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place wearing a turtleneck and a rather lumpy hat she had transfigured out of a washcloth. He of course had a scowl on his face, but he had a bag in his hand and looked resigned to go. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the wand in her pocket. She had been more than a bit worried that he would try to back out and she would have to force his cooperation. In fact, she had even come up with a few ideas for "persuading" Malfoy, none of them unforgivable of course because she admittedly was a bit of a goody goody, but they were kind of borderline.
"Aren't you looking even frumpier than normal," said Malfoy sarcastically.
"Shut up, Malfoy and drink the fucking potion."
Hermione held out the vial of potion and handed it to Malfoy. She then pulled out the locket that was hidden under her shirt and carefully picked out a few strands of Viktor's hair. As she dropped in the hairs, it bubbled up and turned a murky shade of brown. Then Hermione took the vial from Malfoy and dumped it into a Moody like flask that she pulled from her pocket.
"Okay. This should be enough potion to keep you disguised as Viktor until we get back here tomorrow. You must remember to drink the potion every hour to keep up appearances. However, you don't need to really worry about that because I will be keeping a close eye on you, and I will remind you."
"I'm sure you will," replied Malfoy dryly.
"So anyway, it's really important that you remember to pretend to be Viktor. We don't want anyone to suspect who you really are, especially Harry and Ron. I don't want you ruining the wedding. I'm sure I don't need to remind you how much they hate you. There would be mass chaos if they figured out that I brought their worst enemy, besides Voldemort of course, to the wedding as my "date." And I do use that term loosely. Just talk about Quidditch. Harry and Ron love talking about Quidditch," said Hermione rolling her eyes. Hermione hated talking about Quidditch. It was so boring and that's all Harry, Ron and Viktor for that matter talked about. Stupid Quidditch.
"You mean I have to talk to Pothead and Weasel? " asked Malfoy in disgust. "Why don't you just use the Cruciatus now?"
"You don't have to talk to anyone. I don't care what you fucking do as long as you stay in character. Viktor's not that much of a talker anyway," said Hermione slightly blushing. "And Harry's probably the only one that will even attempt a conversation with you. Ron doesn't like Viktor very much." Hermione blushed even deeper at that.
Malfoy smirked as he noticed Hermione blushing. "For a bookworm, you sure do get a lot of action."
"Shut up Malfoy and stop that smirking, it's a dead giveaway," retorted Hermione. Malfoy scowled at her. "That's better. Viktor scowls quite a lot actually. Oh, by the way you need to call me Herm-own-ninny."
"What? Her-old-biddy?" said Malfoy.
"I said to call me Herm-own-ninny!"
"I'm not calling you that."
"It's what Viktor calls me."
"It sounds stupid."
"It does not."
"It does too. Why do you even want to be called a ninny?"
"I don't want to be called a ninny. It's how he pronounces my name!"
"Well, he's an idiot."
"He's Bulgarian!"
"You said it, not me."
"No," said Hermione exasperatedly. "I just meant that English wasn't his native language."
"You called your boyfriend an idiot."
"You called him that."
"Well, then what's the problem? We're in agreement. Viktor Krum is an idiot."
"He is not. He is incredibly smart. He was in the Triwizard Tournament, wasn't he?"
"So was Potter, that ditzy French chick and a fucking Hufflepuff. That doesn't really impress me."
"Just call me fucking Herm-own-ninny!"
"No. I'd sooner call you a mudblood."
Hermione scowled angrily at him in frustration and then pointed her wand at his face and murmured something he couldn't hear.
"What was that for?" he asked trying to hide his nervousness.
"Oh, just a little something I picked up over the summer that will probably come in handy. Okay, drink up. We really need to get going."
Malfoy tentatively took a drink of potion and immediately started gagging. It tasted like rotten eggs and dirty socks. His skin started bubbling and his hair shortened and darkened. His shoulders broadened and in a matter of seconds, Hermione was staring at Viktor Krum, her boyfriend of the past three years.
"Vot the hell are you looking at? I'm still not fucking you," said Malfoy in Viktor's Bulgarian accent.
Hermione gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go. Ferrets first."
Malfoy glared at her but stepped into the fireplace and said, "The Burrow" making a rude face as he said it. Green flames shot up, and he disappeared.
"I can do this," said Hermione giving herself a little pep talk. "I am an Order member, and I can totally handle Draco fucking Malfoy. I am smarter, better prepared, more determined. Did I say smarter? And I have a wand. Malfoy doesn't stand a chance." Hermione smiled, threw the floo powder down and said, "The Burrow."
As Hermione stepped out of the fireplace, she looked around the cozy kitchen. She loved the cluttered randomness of the Burrow. The disorder was quite charming and surprisingly homey despite the fact that it was quite unlike her own very organized very color coordinated home. She then noticed "Viktor" scowling at Harry and Ron. He'd only been there for a minute or so for goodness sake. It was weird seeing Viktor again even though it was really Malfoy. She hadn't seen him in a while, and he was supposed to be her real date for the wedding. Her and Viktor's relationship was a little tenuous. With him in Bulgaria and being a world famous Quidditch player and with her being friends with Harry Potter and fighting Voldemort, it was difficult to find time together. They really had very little in common, but he was very passionate and levelheaded Hermione found that positively thrilling. Hermione found herself staring at Malfoy and was slightly startled when he walked over to her and whispered in her ear, "Stop lusting after me."
Hermione swallowed hard and tried to regain her composure. That was quite embarrassing. She turned to Harry and Ron and gave them each a big hug. She had really missed them. Ron held her just a tad longer than normal. Malfoy raised his eyebrows at that.
"I've missed you guys so much. How has your summer been?" asked Hermione.
"Horrible," said Harry. "The Dursleys are still the Dursleys. At least this is my last summer with them. How about you Hermione? What have you been up to?"
"I um well, I've been babysitting a little," she said glancing at Malfoy. He snorted.
Ron caught the exchange and took it to mean that Krum was shagging Hermione. He glared at Malfoy who he thought was Krum and said, "Probably some brat, huh?"
Hermione laughed and said, "You don't know the half of it." This time Malfoy glared.
"Mum and Fleur have been driving me crazy with all of this wedding business," said Ron. "You wouldn't believe all of the stuff you have to do to get ready for a wedding. I'm so sick of hearing about flowers, dresses, place settings and all of that other girl stuff. I'll be glad when this is all over. You better go find Fleur. She's in a bit of a snit that you're late. Seems to think it will take all day to get you ready for the wedding. Nobody really cares about you Krum since you're just Hermione's guest and all."
"Ron! That's rather rude," exclaimed Hermione. She didn't like him insulting her date even if it was only Malfoy.
"Sorry," grumbled Ron. "I'll show you where your room is. Hermione, you're supposed to go to Ginny's room. All of the girls are changing there."
"Thanks Ron," said Hermione. Before he left with Ron, she pulled Malfoy to the side and whispered in his ear, "Be good."
"I vill if he vill," replied Malfoy.
Hermione cringed. There wasn't a chance in hell of that. "Just remember you're Viktor Krum."
"And you remember that I'm not. I saw how you vere looking at me before. Like you vanted to eat me up," whispered Malfoy starting to smirk. Malfoy looked over at Ron who was glowering at them. He leaned in even closer so that his lips were almost touching her ear, and it tickled when he whispered, "I bet your eyes von't be on Veasel's scrawny ass." Then he did something quite unexpected. He kissed her on the cheek and then he walked off with a sulking Ron. She hated it when Malfoy was right. Fucking ass.
After chatting with Harry a bit, Hermione was on her way to Ginny's room thinking about that little kiss on the cheek when she was suddenly accosted from behind and kissed quite thoroughly. After kissing back a little too enthusiastically, Hermione finally pulled away (mostly because she was running out of air) and slapped him hard across the face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked Hermione glaring angrily at Malfoy.
"Kissing my girlfriend," he said rubbing his cheek which now had Hermione's handprint on it.
"Listen here, Malfoy. Just because you're pretending to be my fucking boyfriend doesn't give you the right to molest me in the middle of the hallway. Ron's not even here to witness this little random act of snogging."
"Fine. The hallway is no good then. Can I molest you in this room?" he asked roguishly pointing at the door behind her and then pushing her up against it kissing her lips possessively and pressing his body against hers.
Hermione lost her train of thought. She had been trying to make some kind of point, but now all she could think about was how good it felt to have his lips on hers. Oh God. Malfoy was totally snogging her in the middle of the Weasley's hallway. This was so bad. And so fucking hot. She was really starting to get turned on. "Oh, Malfoy," she moaned as his hand started sliding up her skirt.
"Vot is a Malfoy?"
Hermione glared at him. She was getting really sick and tired of him making fun of Viktor. "A Malfoy is another word for asshole," she said pushing him off of her.
"Is this having to do vith that horrible Vitch Veekly article? I swear Herm-own-ninny, I am not having intercourse vith all of these vomen as they say. I love you Herm-own-ninny."
Herm-own-ninny? Oh shit. She forgot to uninvite Viktor to the wedding. She grabbed him by the robes and quickly pulled him into Percy's room before anyone could see him and ruin all of her plans. Luckily, Percy was nowhere to be seen.
"Now, this is more like it," said Viktor walking her backwards while kissing her. She was totally consumed by his kisses and before she knew what was happening he had backed her into the bed, knocking her onto it and was crawling on top of her. His kisses were as passionate as he was, and she wondered how she could have ever mistaken him for Malfoy. He started moving from her mouth to her neck, and he was about to pull down her turtleneck for better access when she completely panicked.
"Not there!" Oh God. Viktor would completely shit if he saw all of those hickeys on her neck and shoulders. He would probably kill poor Ron.
Viktor raised his eyebrows but didn't seem daunted by her outburst. He raised her shirt slowly dragging his hands over her bare skin making her body tingle all over "It has been a vhile since ve have made love. Ve must reacquaint ourselves, shall ve? I do not remember you not liking your neck to be kissed. It is a great pity but surely I can find other places that vould please you. How about here?" he asked bending down and kissing the valley between her breasts. "Or how about here," he said trailing kisses down her stomach. Then he looked up into her eyes wickedly and said, "No, no. I know just the place." Things went south from there. Viktor didn't waste any time. He got right down to business and was soon doing very naughty things to her in Percy Weasley's bed. If she had liked Percy Weasley at all, she may have felt bad about where Viktor Krum was kissing her at the moment but as she did not, she thoroughly enjoyed a very warm welcome from her very talented boyfriend. Hermione was feeling very satisfied indeed and was lying there most content with Viktor's head in her lap when there was suddenly a violent banging on the door.
"Krum get your ass out here," yelled Ron through the door. "Mum needs your help. Bill and Fleur are releasing snitches at the end of their wedding and Fred and George thought it would be funny to do it early. They're zooming all over the garden."
"Vot is it you are needing me to do?" asked Viktor.
"Are you the world's greatest seeker, or what? Catch the fucking snitches!" said Ron angrily.
"I am busy at the moment," replied Viktor his hand rubbing circles on Hermione's thigh.
"Doing Hermione doesn't count," returned Ron.
"Ronald Weasley!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Sorry Hermione, but Mum said she really needed Krum. Fleur's having a melt down, and Harry is nowhere to be found," said Ron appealing to Hermione's good nature.
"You should really go," said Hermione to Viktor. "I'll wait for you. You really are the best Seeker in the world. I'm sure you'll catch all of those snitches really fast and when you get back here maybe I'll be fast too," she said giving him a flirtatious wink. Viktor gave her a kiss to remember him by and walked over to the door. He quickly threw it open causing Ron who had been pressed up against it listening to tumble onto the floor.
"Bloody hell," exclaimed Ron. He picked himself up off the floor and started walking over toward Hermione, but Viktor grabbed onto his sleeve.
"Oh no you don't. You fly, you help," said Viktor dragging him away.
Hermione lay back in bed thinking about how lucky she was to have Viktor. She felt completely relaxed lying in Percy Weasley's bed even without her knickers on. However, the euphoria didn't last long and the guilt started settling in. She thought about what Viktor had said about the Witch Weekly article. She felt so stupid now and completely awful. Of course, she had read the stupid article and believed every word of it. About all the partying and all the witches he had slept with. And that night, she had hooked up with Goyle. She was a completely horrible person. At first, she vowed to tell him the truth, but after she thought about it for a while, she came to the conclusion that the truth was really rather overrated. The best thing to do would be to make it up to him. And never ever take another drink again.
About ten minutes later, Viktor came back in the room with a scowl on his face.
"That was fast," said Hermione impressed. They didn't call her boyfriend the best Quidditch player in the world for nothing.
"I don't know how you can be friends vith that red headed oaf."
Hermione giggled. "You always say that."
"He von't leave me alone. I've been trying to lose him this whole fucking time."
"Didn't you help him catch the snitches?"
"No, vhy vould I do that? I think he released those fucking snitches himself just to keep me busy so I vouldn't be anywhere near you. He can't stand the thought of us shagging."
"That's ridiculous. Ron wouldn't do something like that," said Hermione.
"Yes, he fucking vould. He's in love vith you."
"Well, if he is, he doesn't know it," replied Hermione sarcastically. "Besides he knows I have a boyfriend."
"Does he know vhat you do vith your boyfriend," said Viktor wickedly.
"No, he most certainly does not! And you are not telling him," said Hermione poking him in the chest playfully.
"And vhy vouldn't I?"
Hermione grabbed him by the robes catching him by surprise and pulled him in close so that they were eye to eye. "Because then I wouldn't do this," said Hermione starting to kiss his neck and unbutton his robes.
"Vhat are you doing?"
"Oh, is that the wrong place?" asked Hermione innocently. "How about here?" asked Hermione trailing kisses down his stomach and eliciting a groan from him. "No, no. That's not it either," said Hermione smiling up at him wickedly from her knees. "I know just the place."
His eyes widened in shock. "Are you going to do vhat I think you are going to do?"
"Did you really think I wouldn't do you any favors?" asked Hermione.
"No. I really didn't, especially not this kind," he said swallowing.
"Well, then you were wrong."
He was never so happy to be wrong in his life, and he didn't say another word. He let Hermione's mouth do all the 'talking' for once and he found he was enjoying it immensely. In fact, he was rather speechless about the whole situation that is until he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Fuck Granger! Holy shit! Vhere the fuck did you learn how to do that?"
Hermione's head snapped up, and she swallowed hard. "Malfoy!"
"I'm coming, but I guess you already knew that," said Malfoy smiling wickedly down at her.
A/N: Oops! Poor Hermione! Lucky Malfoy! Anyway, sorry to all my readers from Bulgaria. I think I have a few! That accent was absolutely horrid I know. I looked in the book and I saw that the "w"s were substituted with "v"s, so that is what I did! Hope you enjoyed it anyway!
