A/N: I know! I know! I took forever to update, but this one is very long, and I think you'll like it. Of course I've been wrong about that before. Some of you are so picky! Anyway, this is dedicated to all of you who think Hermione has been a little too busy if you know what I mean. I thought I should give you something to really talk about! (Evil laugh!) This chapter is also dedicated to the two people who for reasons of their own voted for Harry Potter in my poll. Enjoy!
Snogged Silly
Oh God. She was being kissed by a Weasley twin and enjoying it. This was not good. Well, it was good, but it was also very, very bad. What if it was Fred that was kissing her right now? If it was Fred, she was fucked one way or the other. Ginny would be merciless with their stupid little bet. Hermione would soon find herself having to say things like, 'Gee Ron, you make my nipples hard' or 'Hey Percy, want me to blow your mind and your dick?' The possibilities were truly endless. Ginny was a sadistic little bitch.
Her brother, whichever one it was, sure was a good kisser though. Hermione soon found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss the other twin as well. Or better yet, what it would be like to be in the middle of a Fred and George sandwich. Yum! However, before she could get too carried away with her little double the pleasure, double the fun fantasy, she felt herself violently ripped away from the attentive lips of the kissing twin and into the arms of her very angry ex-boyfriend.
"Viktor?" she asked in complete confusion as a result of her post-kissing stupor.
Malfoy rolled his eyes at her and pulled her aside roughly. He leaned in close and hissed in her ear so no one else could hear, "I vish I vas Viktor. I'd be off shagging some other girl about now instead of haffing to put up vith your shit."
"Oh, it's you," said Hermione sourly gathering her wits about her. She'd have thought she would have learned her lesson after the last Polyjuice mix-up. There should be some sort of warning in the directions. Caution: May result in confusion and accidental blowing of the wrong guy.
"Of course it's me. Now, quit fucking around vith that Veasel idiot. You are making me look bad."
"Yes, and I wouldn't want to do that, would I?" asked Hermione sarcastically. "If you want to save face, Malfoy, why don't you just challenge him to a duel. Maybe I'll get lucky, and you will both kill each other and save me the bother. Oops! I forgot you don't have a real wand. Well, at least there would be one less prick in my life anyway."
"This vas your fucking plan. Do you vant everyone to think I'm your boyfriend or not? Because if you are going to keep going around snogging every bloke in sight, you are going to completely screw it up."
"I am not snogging everyone in sight," exclaimed Hermione. "It was just one Weasley twin. I have no idea which one. And he snogged me!"
"Vell, you veren't putting up much of a fight, vere you? Just remember that for tonight at least, you are mine!" said Malfoy possessively. He grabbed Hermione's hand and sent one last glare at the offending Weasley twin before he started dragging her away."
"But I didn't even get to find out which one it was," protested Hermione feeling quite odd to be holding Malfoy's hand.
"Like it really matters," replied Malfoy crossly.
"It matters to me," grumbled Hermione thinking about her stupid bet with Ginny.
Malfoy stopped suddenly causing Hermione to run into him. "Do you actually like one of those dufuses?"
"No," said Hermione quickly.
"Then vhy does it matter so much?"
For some reason, Hermione was quite aware that Malfoy was still holding her hand, and it made it difficult to think clearly. "It just does. And before you ask, it is none of your business."
"Fine," he huffed.
Leading her by the hand, Malfoy silently walked her toward an enormous golden canopy that had been set up for the reception. Tables with crisp white table cloths generously sprinkled with pale pink rose petals and golden fairy dust formed a circle around an area set up for dancing. When they reached their assigned table, Malfoy finally let go of her hand. Hermione noticed a strange tingling sensation in that particular hand but was in absolute denial about it meaning anything. Malfoy had probably just been holding her hand too tightly. Or perhaps she was having a stroke. She really wouldn't be surprised after everything she had been through recently.
Harry, Ron and a bubble-free Ginny were already seated at the table. Ron didn't even wait for them to sit down before he asked, "What were you doing kissing George?"
"Oh, was that George?" asked Hermione clearly relieved and sending a quick smirk over to Ginny. "I don't know. He was just joking around I guess. Caught me by surprise, or I would have hexed him."
Ron seemed mollified by this response, but Hermione noticed that Malfoy had narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He obviously didn't believe her. Well, too fucking bad. Hermione wished Malfoy would just mind his own business. What did he care if she kissed a Weasley twin? It didn't hurt anybody, particularly since it was just George. He was relatively harmless. And besides, she was a free woman now. She could kiss whoever she damn well pleased.
Hermione felt someone's eyes on her, which wasn't necessarily odd considering the get up she was wearing, but what was strange was the color of the eyes that were now boring into her. They were green. And they belonged to her best friend. She met Harry's eyes and raised her eyebrows at him. Harry looked uncomfortable at being caught staring, but he cleared his throat and asked, "Are you cold, Hermione?"
Panic crossed her face. "No, no! I feel fine," said Hermione quickly thinking of her stupid hexed dress. She grabbed onto the tablecloth just in case Harry got any funny ideas. She did not want to lose her hair.
"Are you sure you're not cold because ..." began Harry glancing down at the tablecloth.
I'm not cold, Harry," snapped Hermione.
"I just thought you might be cold since your dress is almost nonexistence," went on Harry determinedly.
Hermione's eyes widened. How dare he be mad at her for being forced to wear some stupid bridesmaid dress. "It is not nonexistent. I am not cold. And I would appreciate it if you would stop gawking at me!"
"Maybe everyone would stop gawking at you if you put on some clothes," said Harry grabbing onto the tablecloth."
Hermione was stunned. Harry was acting like… well Ron, who was being unusually quiet at the moment. She looked over at Ron and caught him staring at her chest yet again. She pursed her lips together in exasperation and said, "Yes, Ron. I am a girl."
Malfoy snorted at that, but one look from Hermione quickly silenced him. After all, his reaction hadn't been all that much different.
"What?" asked Ron looking up slightly flustered. "I like the dress."
"Of course he likes it," said Harry giving the tablecloth a slight tug. "He has no imagination and with that dress he doesn't need one."
"Well, who could have imagined she was hiding that under her robes," said Ron in self-defense motioning to her chest.
"Would you two stop talking about me like that. It's weird," said Hermione wishing she could cover herself up with her hands at least but not willing to let go of the tablecloth.
"Well, seeing you in a dress like that is weird," said Harry trying even harder to get the tablecloth away from Hermione, who was now holding onto it like her life depended on it. "You look... different."
"Harry," began Hermione as though she were talking to a little boy because he certainly was acting like one. "I am different. I'm not the same bushy haired eleven year-old girl you saved from that troll first year. Perhaps you haven't noticed until now, but I've grown up a bit since then."
"Same bushy hair though," said Malfoy under his breath.
Hermione glared at Malfoy but continued trying to reason with Harry. "I can take care of myself. I don't need a big brother to look after me."
"I don't think he's feeling particularly brotherly right now," sneered Malfoy.
"Someone has to protect you, Hermione," said Harry ignoring 'Viktor' and not giving up on the tablecloth. "You don't understand the kind of things guys are thinking about when they see you in a dress like that."
"Oh and you do?"
"Yes."
"So, what are you thinking right now, Harry?" asked Hermione pointedly.
"Yes, what are you thinking?" asked Ginny narrowing her eyes.
"I uh ..." stammered Harry. "I wasn't thinking that!"
"Good," said Hermione. "Then I won't have to hex you. Now, drop the tablecloth."
"You don't have to wear the tablecloth, Hermione," pleaded Harry. "We could transfigure it into a shawl or maybe a turtleneck sweater."
"I said drop it!"
"No," said Harry determinedly tugging even harder.
"Yes," said Hermione tugging back.
And with that, war broke out. Well, a tug of war anyway. The line was drawn. Sides were chosen. Ginny was of course on Harry's side. Hermione was her friend, but Harry was the love of her life. Besides, she had seen the way Harry was looking at Hermione and thought a bald Hermione might not be such a bad thing. Ron kept switching sides. He was definitely rooting for Hermione because she looked hot in that dress, and he didn't want her covered up in some stupid tablecloth. However, he could see down Hermione's dress much better from Harry's side. And Malfoy, well, he was bloody Switzerland.
"Harry James Potter, if you don't let go of this tablecloth right now, I'm going to..."
"Wear it," finished Harry yanking the tablecloth so hard that he brought Hermione with it. She was now sprawled across the table on her stomach and about to lose the war. And apparently her hair."
Hermione glared back at Malfoy. "A real boyfriend would be helping his girlfriend about now."
"Vhat? Oh right," said Malfoy remembering that he was supposed to be her boyfriend and be supportive and all that shit. However, looking at Hermione's backside, he hesitated slightly because he couldn't quite decide where to put his hands. It was quite the tricky situation. No matter where he put them, he was going to be touching skin. And he wasn't sure that was such a good idea. In fact, he was pretty sure it wasn't.
"Just grab my ass and pull!" yelled Hermione.
And so he did. Malfoy pulled so hard, he fell backward landing hard on his ass bringing Hermione down with him. In his triumph at finally beating Harry at something, he exclaimed "Ha! I von, Potter. You veak ass son of a bitch."
Then he noticed, mostly thanks to little Draco, that Hermione was now sitting on his lap. They shared a brief awkward moment before they were thankfully or not so thankfully interrupted.
"Why don't you two get a room?" said George looking down at them with his arms crossed.
"Better yet, Hermione. Why don't you ditch your 'boyfriend' there, and we can get a room together," said Fred raising his eyebrows up and down. "I do believe my parents' room is unoccupied at the moment."
Malfoy scowled at the twins and then rudely pushed Hermione off of him causing her to fall in a not so graceful heap to the ground. He got into the twins' faces brandishing his fake wand menacingly. "Stay away from her. No rooms. No kissing. No anything. And if you ever make me fucking sing again, you vill be very, very sorry."
"If you're trying to make us shit in our pants just so you can give us a pair of replacement underpants, it's not working," said Fred offhandedly.
"You underestimate my creativity. I know more than just the one trick," threatened Malfoy. "I know exactly vhat to do vith this vand, or should I say vhere to put it."
"Well, I guess we'd have to take Hermione's word on that," said George jokingly.
"What say you Hermione? Does he really know the ins and outs of using a wand?" asked Fred smirking. "We know you do."
"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Ron looking as though he was about ready to give Fred another black eye. "What do you think you know?"
Hermione turned red but stood her ground. "He doesn't know anything," said Hermione looking as virginal as possible. Ron was better off being ignorant of certain things.
"But I will soon," said Fred giving her a suggestive look that gave her butterflies in her stomach. And a few bludgers as well.
"I wouldn't bet on that if I were you," said George looking smugly at his twin, "but I guess it's too late now."
Ron narrowed his eyes. "Hermione isn't interested in being involved in your petty little competitions. Leave her alone."
"Too late, dear brother. It's already begun, and I am in the lead," said George with a hint of superiority. "I'm up by a kiss."
"You mean that pathetic display, ve vere forced to vitness at the vedding," said Malfoy trying not to sound jealous but not quite achieving it.
George smirked at Malfoy. "I don't think Hermione thought it was so pathetic. Sorry if I made you jealous though. It must have been difficult watching some other guy slipping the tongue to the girl you fancy," said George knowingly.
"I don't fancy her," said Malfoy gritting his teeth.
Hermione elbowed him in the gut. Hard. "You do too fancy me," said Hermione angrily. "Boyfriends fancy their girlfriends, or have you forgotten that fact, Viktor?"
Malfoy had forgotten. Shit. He was so used to denying that he liked her that it was an automatic response now. Everyone was looking at him. Hermione angrily. The twins triumphantly. Ron hopefully. Harry curiously. And Ginny … well never mind. She was looking at Harry.
"Tell them you fancy me," said Hermione getting angrier by the minute.
Of course, that was not something Malfoy could do. He absolutely refused to say those words aloud. It would be like he was admitting something that he didn't want to admit. Ever. He tried to think of something her dickhead of an ex-boyfriend would say. Something other than about Quidditch. "I don't fancy anyone. I am not some stupid school boy," said Malfoy directly to the twins. "There vill be no more kissing because she is mine. She belongs to me."
Wrong answer. And it made absolutely no difference to Hermione that he probably only said it because he was an idiot. She was absolutely furious. How chauvinistic could he get? Hermione Granger was no one's belonging. She was a strong proud woman who was just about to say something in her anger that she was sure to regret.
"You do not own me," spat Hermione angrily. "I can kiss who I want when I want, and I do not need your permission to do it. Or to do anything else for that matter!"
"Excellent," said George rubbing his hands together.
"Don't worry, Krum" said Fred smirking at the disgruntled Malfoy. "You're still welcome to join in our little competition, if you think you're man enough. But just so you know, you're little pre-game performance doesn't count, which you have us to thank for by the way. Next time, you're on your own. If there even is a next time, which I doubt."
"You two can have a go as well," said George to Harry and Ron, "but I expect you'll be a little out of your league."
Hermione sat down at the table and put her head in her hands. She did not deserve this shit. She wished she had her normal boring life back. Well, boring as in having to deal with only one evil Slytherin bastard. At least Voldemort wasn't trying to get into her pants. That she knew of anyway. Dinner finally arrived and everyone started eating in silence, wrapped up in their own fucked up thoughts.
"So," began Fred after awhile because he found an awkward conversation preferable to silence. "What's up with the tablecloth? Did our favorite super hero decide he needed a cape?"
"No," said Harry dejectedly. "I was going to use it to cover up Hermione."
"Why would you want to do that?" asked Fred and George simultaneously.
"Because everyone is looking at her," replied Harry.
"Well, of course they are," said George. "Did you see her entrance?"
"And exit," added Fred grinning.
"See what I mean, Hermione?" said Harry pointedly. "Do you really want perverts like Fred and George ogling you all night?"
"Hey!" exclaimed Fred.
"We resemble that," replied George.
"Of course I don't, Harry," said Hermione glaring at the twins. "But I didn't pick this horrid dress out. It's not fair to blame me for something Fleur did or for how those two idiots are behaving for that matter."
"I'm sorry, Hermione. You're right," said Harry. "I shouldn't be so overprotective. I guess I was just caught off guard seeing you in a dress like that. I've never seen you look like this before."
"At least she doesn't look like her," said Malfoy nodding at Ginny in her frumpy dress.
"Hey!" exclaimed Ginny angrily. "I didn't pick out my dress either. And Fleur hexed them so we can't cover them up or take them off. So, Viktor, I guess that means you're out of luck tonight," added Ginny snidely, quite affronted by his rude comment on her appearance.
"So, when can we take it off?" asked Fred worriedly. "This is really going to put a damper on our plans."
"We could probably maneuver around it," said George thoughtfully.
"Maneuvering. Brilliant," said Fred.
"There will be no maneuvering. What are you two even doing here?" asked Hermione clearly annoyed.
"This is our table," said George as though it were obvious.
"No, I mean why aren't you dead? I would have thought Fleur would have killed you by now and saved me the trouble."
"Well," began Fred, looking as though he were very clever indeed. "We may have slipped her a cheering charm-calming draught cocktail. Our special blend. She's feeling quite fine about now."
"Gave Mum one as well," added George snickering.
"I can't believe you slipped your Mum a mickey," reprimanded Hermione. "You two are are devious bastards. You cannot be trusted at all."
"Well, I guess we can't all be as honorable and trustworthy as you are, Hermione," said Fred mockingly. "You would never lie to anyone, would you? Especially your closest friends."
Hermione glared at Fred. He was just trying to stir up trouble is all. She was well aware that honesty wasn't always necessarily the best policy, but she didn't like having to keep secrets from Harry and Ron either. Well, it wasn't the secrets so much, as it was them finding out about the secrets that was the big problem. The truth always had a funny way of coming out no matter how hard you tried to stop it. Especially when the truth was in the hands of two evil twins.
Harry and Ron would not be happy finding out second hand that she had been fraternizing with the enemy. Of course, it wouldn't go over so well first hand either. There was really no good way to tell two die hard Gryffindors that you had shagged a Slytherin and that you were lusting after another Slytherin that you were currently shacking up with. Shit! Did she just think that? Was she really lusting after Malfoy? Fucking diadem.
"So Hermione," said Ron slightly suspicious after what Fred had just said. "You never really told us what you've been up to this summer. Have anything you would like to confess?"
"Well," began Hermione not sure exactly what to say to this until she saw Malfoy smirking. "I shagged Goyle."
Malfoy had just taken a drink of pumpkin juice and ended up spitting it across the table. Hermione smirked at him.
"Bloody hell. Watch it Krum. You just spit pumpkin juice all over my brand new dress robes," said Ron angrily. "She's only joking. Who would shag fucking Goyle?"
Hermione waited until Malfoy had taken a big mouthful of food and then said, "I did. Three times." Malfoy started choking on his steak. Harry rushed over to Malfoy to help. Circling his arms around him in a big bear hug from behind, Harry started giving him the Heimlich, squeezing him so hard he lifted him off the ground. Malfoy unaware of this muggle life saving technique was not grateful. At all.
"Get your fucking hands off me, Potter," hissed Malfoy pushing Harry away.
"Leave Harry alone," scolded Hermione. "He was just saving your bloody life is all."
"And vhy vould you vant him to do that?" spat Malfoy.
"I wouldn't," huffed Hermione, "but Harrry can't help it if he feels like he has to save the world, even stupid pricks like you."
"Aww. Trouble in paradise?" asked Fred.
Ron saw his chance. He quickly downed his drink and then before he lost his courage, he asked, "Would you like to dance, Hermione?"
Hermione was surprised by his offer, as Ron wasn't usually one for dancing, but she smiled and said, "I'd love to."
"Ron took her hand and whirled her onto the dance floor. Hermione giggled. "You've been practicing."
"A bit," replied Ron sheepishly. "Fleur's been teaching me. Something about me not ruining the wedding."
"Well, she should have been worried about your two evil brothers, not you. Serves her right."
"Yeah, that was some wedding," said Ron looking at her chest again as they gently swayed to the music.
"Well, it certainly was memorable," Hermione replied.
"I only remember one thing," said Ron looking up into her eyes.
"What?" asked Hermione. "Fred and George looking like asses?"
"No, you."
"Oh," replied Hermione not knowing quite what to say to that.
"You look beautiful, Hermione," said Ron twirling her and then bringing her in closer so that their bodies were touching.
"Ron," began Hermione, but he held a finger up to her lips to quiet her.
"Hermione, please don't say anything right now. I've been wanting to do this for a very long time, and I finally feel like I have the courage to go through with it."
Hermione bit her lip and found herself preparing herself for their long awaited first kiss. She had been thinking about this moment for quite sometime, ever since she knew Ron really, but now that it was finally here, she wasn't sure if she wanted Ron to kiss her or not. Of course, she really needn't have worried herself so much because instead of kissing her, Ron did something quite unexpected.
"Ron!" she admonished looking down in shock at his hand which was now squeezing her right boob. "What do you think you are doing!"
"Uh," began Ron looking embarrassed but still not releasing her from his grasp.
"This is what you've been wanting to do for a long time? This is what you finally found the courage to do?" exclaimed Hermione angrily starting to get slightly hysterical. "You wanted to feel me up at your brother's wedding reception! In front of your parents and every single one of your relatives! Are you insane!"
Ron cringed while he listened to her yell at him. His ears turned as red as his hair, and the bright color quickly spread to his face. "Yes?"
Hermione was still fuming when she felt something brush gently across her breast making her feel tingly all over. She looked down to see Malfoy's wand pry off Ron's hand from her chest and then go directly to his throat.
"I think it is time for me to cut in, Veasel-ly" said Malfoy evenly, digging his wand into Ron's neck hard enough to leave a mark.
Ron stammered something unintelligible and got the hell out of there.
"Was that necessary?" asked Hermione glaring at Malfoy.
"Oh, were you enjoying being felt up by the Veasel. Should I have vaited until he had time to grab your ass too?" asked Malfoy sarcastically grabbing her by the hand and pulling her in close to dance with him.
"No," gasped Hermione pushing against his rather well-toned chest to put a safer distance between them as he led them gracefully across the dance floor. "But I don't need you to rescue me. I can take care of myself.
"Right and in nine months you'd be having a whole litter of Veasels to annoy me vith. No thanks," replied Malfoy.
"Who says you'll still be around in nine months?" quipped Hermione.
"Planning on knocking me off?" returned Malfoy dipping her low.
"Although it's tempting," said Hermione. "I don't think I can legally kill you just for being an annoying prat. I was thinking of Voldemort."
"You really think you can knock off the Dark Lord in nine months?" asked Malfoy skeptically.
"Well, let's just say that the thought of being rid of the most evil wizard of all time as well as the most annoying one is certainly excellent motivation," replied Hermione.
Changing the subject rather abruptly, Malfoy asked something that had been weighing on his mind ever since she said it, "Did you really go out with him more than the one time?"
"I've never gone out with Ron. We're just friends. I have no idea what got into him just now."
"Not him. I have a pretty good idea what got into him. I meant Goyle. Did you really go out with him three times?"
"I never said I went 'out' with him three times," said Hermione smirking at him.
"Yes, you said... oh." Just as it dawned on Malfoy what Hermione meant by that, Harry tapped him on the shoulder.
"May I cut in?" asked Harry.
"No," scowled Malfoy holding onto Hermione tighter.
Hermione pinched Malfoy's arm so that he let her go of her. "Viktor and I were just finished. I would love to dance with you, Harry."
"Vatch your hands, Potter," said Malfoy knocking into Harry as he stomped off angrily.
"Harry, I'm sorry about Viktor. That was really nice of you to save him like that. He really didn't deserve it."
"I don't know what you see in him, Hermione. He's a bit of an ass to tell you the truth."
"He's a lot of an ass," retorted Hermione. "Actually, I've been thinking about breaking up with him."
"You should. You could do a lot better," said Harry.
"Maybe," said Hermione distractedly. She was talking about Viktor, but she was thinking about Malfoy. Stupid prat.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"I want another go."
"Pardon?"
"I want to kiss you."
"What! Are you feeling alright, Harry?"
"Yes. I've never felt better. For the first time, the thought of kissing you doesn't make me sick," said Harry determinedly.
"Gee thanks, Harry. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet," said Hermione sarcastically.
"I didn't mean it like that. It's just … I'm not really very good at this kind of thing. With girls, I mean."
"Well, I'll give you a hint. It helps if you don't tell the girl she makes you sick. Why do you want to kiss me all of a sudden anyway?" asked Hermione.
"It's not all of a sudden. I've been thinking about it since that disastrous kiss you surprised me with when we were studying that one time."
"Please don't remind me, Harry. That was absolutely humiliating."
"I know," said Harry, "and I feel really bad about it. It was completely my fault. I just wasn't prepared for it."
"And now you are?" asked Hermione skeptically.
"Yes. I don't know why, but I feel very determined. I don't want to leave things unresolved."
Hermione looked at him when he said this and suddenly understood what was going on. "You're not going to die, Harry."
"We don't know that, Hermione. I could. I am going to fight Voldemort, and one of us is going to die. Hopefully I'll win, but I can't know that for sure. All I know is I don't want to die never knowing what it would be like to kiss you. To really kiss you."
"Oh God, Harry. That is so romantic," said Hermione stopping in the middle of the dance floor to look into her best friends eyes.
"Come on," said Harry taking her by the hand.
They walked through the garden until they reached a secluded spot where the shrubbery was so overgrown that prying eyes were no longer able to see them. A breeze had picked up and the flowers from the shrubbery were fluttering all around them creating the perfect atmosphere for what they were about to do. The setting practically screamed, 'just kiss already.' Harry reached out and plucked a stray flower from Hermione's hair, his hand lingered there for a moment and then gently brushed her cheek.
She closed her eyes and leaned into him. Before she even knew what was happening, his lips were on hers. They were tentative at first and very gentle. She felt safe and warm in his embrace. Hermione soon melted into the kiss and almost sighed from the sweetness of it. It was absolutely perfect and not in the least bit brotherly. However, despite all of this, Hermione had this odd feeling in the back of her head that she wasn't really meant to end up with the hero of the story. Unfortunately, her life was much more complicated than that.
Hermione slowly pulled out of the kiss and smiled up at Harry. "That was..."
"I know," he said.
"Harry, you're my best friend."
"I know that too," said Harry kissing her on the cheek.
They walked back toward the party holding hands. Hermione grinned over at Harry and said mischievously, "I just snogged the Boy Who Lived."
"Shut up," said Harry playfully.
"I'm glad you found the courage."
"Me too. I hardly feel like I have to puke at all," said Harry unable to keep a straight face.
"Very funny."
"It was nice though, huh?" asked Harry.
"Very," agreed Hermione.
"Too bad we're destined to just be friends," said Harry.
"Yes, too bad," sighed Hermione. She feared that whoever she was destined to be with was more than likely a right shit head. Harry left her at the table and went off to probably find Ginny, that lucky bitch. Hermione sank into the chair next to Malfoy and sighed once again.
"This vedding sucks," said Malfoy looking over at her.
"Are you trying to be funny?" asked Hermione warily.
"No. This is even vorse than your parent's dinner party. At least I didn't sound like an idiot then."
"That's what you think," smirked Hermione. Insulting Malfoy always made her feel better.
"Ha ha. Promise me something?"
"What?" asked Hermione narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
"Never 'ask' me on a date ever again."
Hermione laughed. "I'll drink to that," she said raising her glass.
"Cheers."
Malfoy clinked glasses with her, and they downed their drinks in one gulp. Hermione felt a little light headed after draining her glass, which was strange as she was only drinking butter beer. Of course, the next thing she felt was even stranger. She felt Malfoy's hand on her knee. She looked down and then up and then down again. She really didn't know what to think about this new situation. She sure as hell knew how she felt though. Excited. And reckless. Hermione should have been feeling revulsion that he was touching her, but all she could think about was where else she wanted him to touch her and even worse what she wanted to do to him. Not moments before, she had been kissing the hero of the story and here she was now getting ready to devour its villain. Go figure.
Malfoy's hand started traveling languidly up her leg along the slit of her dress, and Hermione's only complaint was that he was moving so maddeningly slow. He was driving her out of her mind only this time in a good way. She placed her hand on his thigh causing a groan to escape from his lips. Oh God, she wanted those lips on hers. Now. She would give anything for a real kiss from him. Not like that pathetic one-sided kiss after the truth bubbles. She wanted the kiss from her dreams. Her eyes met his and their gazes locked. The friction between them was electrifying. They had been building up toward this moment for so long and now that the time was finally here, Hermione could barely contain herself and neither could he apparently.
"I vant you," he whispered seductively in her ear.
"I need you," she responded closing in the gap between their bodies.
"Here?"
"Here."
Malfoy looked around to see if anyone was watching them. "Maybe ve should go back to Percy's room."
"Can you wait that long?" she asked squeezing his leg.
"No," he gulped.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"But ..."
"Fuck, Malfoy. Can't a girl snog her fucking boyfriend?"
"Oh, right," said Malfoy forgetting again he was disguised as Viktor Krum.
Their lips came together forcefully in a fierce display of passion. It was such a scorchingly hot kiss that they melted right off their chairs and soon found themselves snogging like crazy under the table. Hermione had no idea what she was thinking doing something like this in the middle of a wedding reception with Malfoy of all people, and after she had just snogged Harry, but she couldn't help herself. Malfoy was suddenly irresistible to her, and she couldn't keep her hands off him. She flung off his robes and was swiftly unbuttoning his shirt as fast as her fingers would go. If it wasn't so cliché, she would have just ripped his shirt open. She had this sudden desire to run her tongue all along his well defined abs. What she wouldn't give for a can of whip cream about now. Malfoy's hands were gliding all over her body in the most delicious way. However, when his fingers reached up to undo the clasp of her dress, the fear of being bald swept over her briefly, overriding her sudden passion for him.
"Stop."
"I don't want to," he whined in the most sexy manner.
"My dress. You can't take it off because it's hexed. You'll just have to maneuver around it," she whispered seductively in his ear before nipping at his earlobe.
"Yes, maneuver. Those Weasley twins are fucking brilliant," said Malfoy sliding her dress up her legs.
Hermione hastily unbuttoned his pants and was about to set little Draco free when her senses suddenly came crashing back to her. What the fuck was she doing? With Malfoy! In an instant her wand was pointed at his chest, and she was openly scowling at him. Malfoy who was still panting heavily was glaring back at her with pure venom in his eyes. She angrily sent a spell flying directly at Malfoy's chest. His eyes widened with fear but when he looked down to inspect the damage, he found himself completely dressed. They both crawled out from under the table and stared at each other ruthlessly.
"What the hell did you do to me?" asked Malfoy in an angry whisper.
"I don't know what you're going on about, Malfoy, but you were doing plenty of things to me too!" answered Hermione in an angry whisper much louder than she would have liked.
"I wouldn't have done any of those things voluntarily with you," insisted Malfoy. "You made me. You slipped me a love potion or something.
"I most certainly did not. I would never use a love potion," said Hermione thoroughly insulted. "Especially on the likes of you."
"Whatever, Granger. I know you want me. With us being in such close quarters and my charm and good looks, you couldn't resist me any longer. You got a taste of me, quite literally I might add, and now you want more. Just admit it. You slipped me a love potion, so you could have your evil way with me."
"That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard," declared Hermione.
"Is it?"
"Yes. First of all, I don't even find you attractive," she lied. "I have a complete aversion to ferrets. And second of all, you are the one who wants me."
"That is not true," huffed Malfoy. "I don't want anything to do with you."
"It is true. I saw how you looked at me when you saw me in this dress. You wanted me, and you know it."
"You really think that stupid dress is responsible for this? This insane lapse of judgment? This annihilation of all rational thought in my brain? You really think that just by wearing a slutty dress, you could make me totally lose my mind and want to shag the living daylights out of you?"
"Yes," she said wavering only slightly.
"You must be completely stupid then."
"I am not," replied Hermione indignantly.
"I've seen you naked, Granger. And I didn't jump you then, did I?"
"Well, no," said Hermione slightly embarrassed. "But I know I didn't use any kind of love potion on you. And if you didn't either, then who did?"
Of course, Hermione knew the answer to that before she even finished asking the question. Her eyes searched the reception and her gaze soon landed on the culprits who were both sporting identical evil grins.
"I am going to fucking kill them!"