A/N: I have a funny feeling that some of you aren't going to like this chapter very much. I'm really sorry, but the story goes where the story wants to go.
Vicious Veritaserum
"You can't wear that," said Ginny, eyeing Hermione's outfit with a look of distaste.
"What's wrong with it?" asked Hermione, taking offense. This was one of her favorite black dresses. It was very tasteful and perfect for any occasion.
Ginny made a face. "You look like you're going to a funeral."
"Perhaps, I am," Hermione quipped. Malfoy was still very much on her shit list.
"You won't even get into a club wearing that horrible thing. It's not nearly sexy enough." Ginny went over to her trunk and rummaged around. She pulled out a slinky dress with spaghetti straps and threw it at Hermione. "Here, you can borrow this."
Hermione eyed it skeptically. "It's red."
"Malfoy will love it."
"Who says I care what Malfoy thinks?" Hermione huffed.
"Don't you?" Ginny smirked.
Hermione glared at her and angrily pulled the black dress over her head and tossed it in the corner along with her bra. She put on the red dress and looked at herself in the mirror critically. "I don't think it fits. It looks too tight. And way too short."
"That's how it's supposed to be," Ginny insisted. "It's perfect. What do you think, Regulus?"
"It's hot. Although I think Malfoy is more likely to lurf it or perhaps lust it."
Hermione turned and glared at Regulus."Have you been watching me change my clothes this whole time?"
"Yeah, that's what I always do," he replied with a shrug, popping out of his frame before she could hex him.
"Let him have his fun," said Ginny dismissively. "He's just a picture. What's the harm?"
"He is not 'just' a picture," replied Hermione darkly.
"Oh, I forgot you two had a relationship," said Ginny sarcastically. "Come on, let's finish getting you ready. They're probably all waiting on us. Although Malfoy might still be primping."
After Ginny finished with her makeup, Hermione took another look in the mirror and couldn't help staring at her reflection with a satisfied smirk. Ginny had insisted she wear her hair down because Malfoy liked it that way. Her wild curls tumbling over her bare shoulders looked even wilder than normal set against the backdrop of the rather risqué red dress. Matching red lipstick completed the look.
However, it was what was underneath the dress that was perhaps the most naughty thing of all. She was wearing a very sexy pair of red satin knickers that until very recently had been Slytherin green and hiding a Horcrux. And while it really shouldn't, the knowledge that Voldemort had been inside this particular pair of knickers gave her a bit of a thrill. Suddenly feeling very sexy and confident, a crazy idea popped into her head. Before she lost her nerve and could change her mind about it, she went over to her desk and hastily scribbled down a quick message. Grabbing the parchment, she said, "I'll meet you downstairs, there's something I need to do first."
When she finally came down the stairs fifteen minutes later, she felt a bit self conscious as everyone was staring at her, particularly Malfoy. And she couldn't help gaping back at him. Malfoy was wearing an expensive-looking, dark suit that was obviously tailored to fit his body and show it off to its best advantage which it definitely did. She had never seen him look sexier. His hair was slicked back to perfection and no longer pink! He was also missing the two black eyes he had earned earlier. He looked totally hot, and Hermione couldn't help swallowing the lump that had just formed in her throat.
"Like our handiwork?" asked Fred.
"Malfoy made us help him get ready," George explained.
"Sorry we had to get rid of the pink hair. We know how much you liked it, Hermione," added Fred.
George sighed. "We liked it, too, but us slaves don't get much say in the matter."
"So, where are we going, Hermione?" asked Ron eagerly. "Is it a cool Muggle club?"
"Uh," said Hermione hesitantly. "It's not a club exactly, more like a bar."
"But I wanted to go to a club," whined Ron.
"Well, I don't know any clubs," Hermione huffed. "I've never been to one."
"We'll check out the bar and then maybe look for a club after," suggested Ginny diplomatically.
"Okay," agreed Ron.
"Remember, we're going to be around Muggles, so absolutely no magic," Hermione lectured, giving them a stern look, particularly Fred and George. "The bar I have in mind is near King's Cross. I'll meet you there." She quickly Apparated away before anyone could ask to tag along with her. Fred and George could bring the others. She knew Malfoy would probably make a fuss about it, but she wanted a bit of a head start.
She popped into a secluded area at King's Cross and immediately saw him. "Hello, Goyle."
"Granger," greeted Goyle, taking the time to let his eyes roam over her body.
"How have you been?" she asked, sounding nervous for some reason.
"Much better now," said Goyle, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
Forgetting completely about the reason she was there, she kissed him back enthusiastically until she heard the sound of throats clearing behind her.
Rather reluctantly, she pulled out of the kiss and looked at Goyle apologetically. "Oh, did I forget to mention on the invitation that I was bringing my friends... and Malfoy?" She let out a nervous laugh.
"You did," replied Goyle dryly, looking particularly unhappy to see Malfoy, who was openly scowling at Hermione.
"She didn't tell us either," quipped Fred.
Unable to bear the awkward silence that followed, Hermione finally looked at Goyle and said, "Fine, I didn't tell you on purpose. I'm really sorry. It's just that this is important, and I didn't think you would come if you knew about... 'that', she said, gesturing wildly at Malfoy. "Especially after that horrible dinner party."
"It wasn't all horrible. I did enjoy the mashed potatoes," Goyle said, smirking at her.
Not liking Goyle being responsible for the pretty blush that was now creeping up Hermione's cheeks, Malfoy blurted, "I enjoyed them as well."
Not flinching at all, Goyle turned his smirk on Malfoy and said, "Liked my leftovers, did you?"
Malfoy scowled in reply.
"I have no idea what they're talking about," Fred whispered loudly to George, "but my trousers are telling me it's something erotic."
George nodded in agreement.
Realizing this was going to be a very long night, Hermione let out a sigh and got on with the introductions. "Goyle, this is Ron's sister Ginny and his brothers Fred and George. You know Harry and Ron, of course. Everyone, this is Goyle."
"We've heard a lot about you," said Fred, winking.
"Although apparently not everything," added George, raising his eyebrows up and down.
"Aren't you going to introduce me, Granger?" Malfoy drawled, looking very much like he was up to no good.
"He already knows you, dip shit," she snapped.
"Yes, but does he know I'm you're fiancé?" asked Draco, smirking.
Hermione closed her eyes and counted to ten, willing herself not to kill Malfoy. When she finally opened her eyes, they were met with Goyle's intense gaze. Again, she laughed nervously.
"Seems there were quite a few things you left off that invitation," Goyle remarked coolly.
"Yes, well, it's kind of a long story, and not a big deal at all," Hermione said, glaring at Malfoy. "But we can discuss it when we get to the bar. We should really get going."
"You invited him to my bachelor party!" exclaimed Malfoy angrily.
"Well, when else are we suppose to talk to him about you know what?" Hermione huffed.
"I don't care! Never?"
"He's coming," Hermione said with finality in her voice.
"He already got to do that," Malfoy snapped. "Three times!"
Fred and George each gave their obligatory laugh which Malfoy did not seem to appreciate.
Goyle didn't say anything, but his eyes were twinkling rather obnoxiously.
Malfoy–" began Hermione.
"Forget it. He's not coming to my bachelor party," said Malfoy adamantly. "If anyone is going to come, it is going to be me. Un-invite him!"
"Fine!" Hermione snapped. "Goyle, Malfoy does not wish you to attend his stupid bachelor party. Would you like to come to my hen party instead?"
"I would love to come... three times as much as Malfoy apparently," replied Goyle, unable to resist smirking at Malfoy.
"That's it!" yelled Malfoy, lunging for Goyle.
Malfoy managed to make contact before Hermione was able to pull out her wand, but it was like running into a brick wall, and Goyle didn't even budge. Malfoy was already falling down from getting the wind knocked out of him when her Petrificus Totalus finally reached him.
Hermione scowled down at him. "I swear, Malfoy. You can't behave yourself for two minutes. Look what you made me do. You made me use magic when I said we weren't going to do that. You made me break my own rules. You're lucky a Muggle didn't see me. And you're lucky I didn't go with the spell I wanted to go with because then you wouldn't have been coming at all, let alone three times," she hissed.
Malfoy scowled up at her because luckily that was the expression he had already been wearing when she froze him. His only consolation in being in the position he was now in was that he had a spectacular view down the front of her dress.
"Now," continued Hermione, "I'm going to take this spell off of you, but you'd better behave yourself. Whether you like it or not, Goyle is coming. I mean, going. Attending? You know what I mean! We need to talk to him tonight and ask him to do you know what. After that, you can have your stupid bachelor party and do whatever it is you do at a stupid bachelor party. I should warn you though, Muggle strippers have diseases that can make your dick fall off. Finite!"
Malfoy got up, looking slightly horrified.
"Let's go," said Hermione, walking in the direction of the bar.
When they finally got to their destination, Ginny started laughing. "You brought us to a Karaoke bar?"
"What's Karaoke?" asked Malfoy, looking at the bar distastefully.
"I take back what I was thinking," said Ginny, smirking. "This is going to be totally worth it."
Hermione looked a little embarrassed. "It's the only bar I've ever been to. My mum likes to sing inappropriate songs to my dad for his birthday."
"It's a bit of a dive, isn't it?" commented Ron, looking a little disappointed.
"It has cheap drinks and entertainment and since I'm paying, beggars can't be choosers," Hermione retorted.
"Sounds good to me," said Ron quickly, opening the door.
Their ears were greeted with a very bad rendition of Celine Dion's All By Myself.
"What is that?" asked Malfoy, cringing away from the noise.
"Karaoke," Hermione replied, pushing him through the door.
They found an empty table, and after a minor scuffle over who was sitting where, they finally sat down. Hermione, of course, found herself between the only two Slytherins at the table. The waitress came by and took their drink orders.
After everyone else ordered some kind of cocktail, Hermione said, "I'll just have tea."
"We only have Long Island iced tea," answered the waitress.
"That's fine," said Hermione, having no idea what a Long Island iced tea was. "I don't mind it cold."
"Are you driving?" asked the waitress.
"No," Hermione replied, looking at her quizzically.
"Okay then," said the waitress, smiling. "I'll be right back with your drinks. If you want to sing anything, go talk to Johnny over there, and he'll set you up."
"I wonder why she asked if I was driving?" said Hermione.
"Oh, you know Muggles," answered Malfoy quickly. "Always saying crazy shit."
Fred and George snorted, and Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I know a few Wizards who are always saying crazy shit as well," retorted Hermione.
"Speaking of that, I'll go check on those drinks," said Fred, getting up from the table.
"I'll help," said George quickly, jumping up from his chair and following his brother.
Several minutes later they returned with the drinks. Fred handed Hermione her drink first and said, "I told them to put the drinks on your tab and keep them coming."
"Thanks, Fred," said Hermione, not sounding all that grateful. This stupid bachelor party was going to cost her a fortune. Her dad was not going to be happy when he got the credit card bill.
"How's your tea, Hermione?" asked George, trying not to laugh.
Hermione took a sip through the straw. "Mmmm, tasty," she said, smacking her lips.
Fred handed out the rest of the drinks and said, "I'd like to propose a toast. To Goyle. For being the only one here lucky enough to shag our dear Hermione and not only once but three times."
"Here, here," said George, raising his glass.
"Fred!" exclaimed Hermione in embarrassment.
"I'm not drinking to that," grumbled Malfoy.
"I bet Goyle will drink to that." Fred smirked.
Goyle looked at the twins and then back down at his drink. "This has Veritaserum in it, doesn't it?"
"Damn, Hermione." George whistled. "You're right. He's not as dumb as we thought."
Goyle rolled his eyes but then shrugged. "I have nothing to hide." He smirked over at Malfoy before tilting back the glass and drinking it down in one gulp.
"You put Veritaserum in his drink!" hissed Hermione, discreetly casting a Muffliato Charm.
"Hey, you said no magic," said Ron. "That's the second time you've done it now."
"We can't have people listening in on us! Who knows what crazy shit he's going to say on Veritaserum?" said Hermione, starting to panic.
"Please," said Ron. "Everyone in this place is completely wasted. You don't go to a Karaoke bar sober. They're probably all saying crazier shit than we are." As if to prove his point, some creepy, drunk guy started singing Pour Some Sugar on Me.
"Let's test that theory out," said Fred, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Hey, Goyle. What crazy shit did you get up to with our Hermione?"
Fuck! Hermione took a huge sip of her drink and tried not to hyperventilate.
Not seeming too concerned about the question, Goyle casually leaned back in his chair and said, "We got drunk together at The Three Broomsticks and started fucking on the Floo ride back to her house. We tumbled out of the fireplace, and I brought her to the best orgasm she ever had right there on the floor in the middle of her parent's living room."
"And who's name did she call out?" Malfoy sneered viciously, already knowing the answer.
"Yours," said Goyle, glaring at him. "But there wasn't much time for awkwardness because she came so hard and screamed it so loud she woke her parents up."
"Oh, my God," said Ginny, her hand flying to her mouth. "What happened next?"
Hermione hailed the waitress for another drink.
"After the introductions, Mr. Granger lectured us while he ate a snack at the kitchen table. When her parents finally went back to bed, Hermione cast a Repelling Charm on the door and a Silencio on herself, and I fucked her bent over the kitchen table where her father had just finished his snack. Then I had my own snack." Goyle smiled in remembrance.
"Holy shit," said Ron, his mouth dropping open. "Where her father eats? You are a cold mother fucker."
Goyle smirked. "It was Granger's idea."
Hermione glared at him. "You did not need to volunteer that." She missed the old Goyle. He was way too chatty on Veritaserum. She definitely preferred the strong, silent type.
"So, that was the three times," said Fred, letting out a long whistle. "Impressive."
"That was two times," Goyle corrected. "I didn't count my little snack. Or when I finger fucked her under the table during her dad's lecture. Or–"
"Shut up, Goyle," snapped Hermione.
"What was the third time?" asked George, leaning in closer and earning a glare from Hermione.
"We went outside and talked until sunrise. The first two times were hard, fast fucks but the third time we made love under her favorite tree as the sun came up. We were sobered up by then and that time, she definitely called out my name."
"God, Hermione," said Ginny, somewhat in awe. "What the fuck are you doing with Malfoy? Goyle is amazing."
Malfoy leaned across Hermione and scowled at Goyle. "Are you just fucking with Granger to mess with me?"
"No.. but it does makes it that much sweeter," said Goyle, smiling.
Malfoy started to lunge for Goyle again, but Hermione pushed him back.
Breathing heavily and still staring Goyle hard in the eye, Malfoy asked, "Do you love her?"
Without skipping a beat, Goyle replied, "I've been in love with her for the past two years now."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. The only one probably more affected by this very surprising piece of information than her was Malfoy. Without saying another word, he noisily pushed his chair back and started heading for the door. Not knowing what to do or say, Hermione took a long sip of her tea. She was slurping up the last of it through her straw when Malfoy marched angrily back to the table and grabbed the drink away from her.
"This has five different kinds of alcohol in it," he snapped before angrily throwing her glass across the room and letting it smash against the wall. He then stormed out of the bar.
"We'll go after him," said Fred.
"We're his new Crabbe and Goyle," George explained to Goyle.
"I'm Goyle," said Fred proudly.
"You can take over the interrogation from here, Harry," said George.
"But don't ask any good stuff without us here," added Fred.
"Yeah," agreed George. "I still want to hear about the mashed potatoes. Just stick to that boring stuff you wanted to ask him when you first came up with the idea of slipping him Veritaserum."
After Fred and George left to go look for Malfoy, Hermione turned on Harry. "This was your idea? I can't believe you did this without talking to me first," Hermione huffed.
"We had to," said Harry. "I know you trust Goyle, but we have to know for sure before we get him involved in any of our plans. There's too much to lose right now."
"You should have told me," Hermione insisted angrily.
"Like you told us you were inviting Goyle tonight? No offense, Hermione, " said Harry, "but your judgment when it comes to Slytherins isn't exactly the best."
Glaring at Harry and blatantly refusing to look at Goyle, Hermione angrily pushed her chair back from the table and then fled to the ladies' room to the tune of It's Raining Men. She would have left the bar entirely, but she didn't want to risk running into Malfoy.
"It looks like I have to go take care of some maid of honor duties," said Ginny, excusing herself. She found Hermione crying in the bathroom.
"Oh, Ginny!" cried Hermione, throwing her arms around her.
"There, there," said Ginny, patting her back. "I don't even know why you're crying. You have two guys fighting over you. I had my hand on Harry's thigh the whole time Goyle was spouting off all of that porn, and I don't even think he noticed. But I suppose it's not a real hen party unless someone ends up crying in the bathroom. There should also be someone who gets wasted and does something embarrassing, someone who ends up hooking up with some random guy or better yet their ex and someone who ends up puking their guts out. Please don't puke on me."
"I'm sorry," said Hermione, pushing away from her and swiping at her eyes. "I don't know why I'm being so... so emotional!" She started crying again.
"I'm guessing it's because you have two guys in love with you, and you're confused. And it's probably not helping that you had all of that alcohol. Really, Hermione, after the first sip, how could you not tell that a Long Island iced tea is really an alcoholic drink? It doesn't even have any tea in it."
"It doesn't?" said Hermione in shock.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Ginny! What am I going to do?" cried Hermione.
"The question is, which one do you want to do?" she asked, raising her eyebrows up and down. You can have either one of them. Hell, you could probably have every guy at our table, except Harry, of course. The world is your oyster. You are one lucky bitch."
"You're right, Ginny," said Hermione, her eyes lighting up. "And who says I even need to make a decision right now? I might be getting married in a few hours, but it doesn't mean anything. Malfoy doesn't even want to marry me. I'm free to do whatever the hell I want, and you know what I feel like doing? Something crazy!"
"Geez, Hermione," said Ginny, looking at her friend like she'd never seen her before. "It looks like you're going to check off all of the boxes for the perfect hen party all by yourself. Maybe you should let Ron do the puking one though. How many of those Long Island iced teas did you have?"
Hermione shrugged "Three? Hey, can you help me with this?" she said, pointing at her tear and mascara-stained face. "Do one of your beauty spells?"
"But wouldn't that be breaking the no magic rule?" Ginny pointed out.
"Yes," said Hermione. "But I'm feeling naughty. Very naughty."
"And who exactly are you planning on being naughty with?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know yet, but I think I could have a lot of fun trying to figure it out," she said, grinning wickedly.