Sexy Songs
A/N: Wow. The silence is kind of eerie. That last chapter must have left all of you speechless. Or completely horrified. I don't know. Because no one told me. It doesn't really matter though because I'm on a roll, and I always do what I want anyway, so here's the next chapter. For obvious reasons, it's a little song fic-ish. Sorry if you don't like that kind of thing, but it couldn't be helped. I've credited the songs at the end.
"No!" Malfoy exclaimed forcefully. "I won't do it. There is no way in hell I'm... singing." He practically choked on the word.
"Why not?" Hermione whined. She really, really wanted him to sing to her.
Malfoy glared at her. "Because you're just trying to make a fool out of me."
"I am not! Besides, you do a good enough job of that yourself," Hermione retorted. "You certainly don't need my help."
"She's not wrong," Ron commented.
"I am not singing," Malfoy said again.
"Sing to me!" Hermione ordered. She was hurt that he wouldn't do this one little thing for her. Why wouldn't he fucking sing to her!
"No!" Malfoy snapped. "And you can't make me. You already used your command to force me to marry you." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew he had made a terrible mistake.
Hermione went deadly silent. Glaring daggers at him, she raised her wand, causing Malfoy to noticeably pale. In a scary whisper voice, she hissed, "Accio list." When the crumpled up list flew back into her hand, she methodically smoothed it out and then proceeded to scratch off the word 'confidence' so violently she put a hole in the paper. Crumpling up the list again, she threw it in Malfoy's face. "Now, you are down by four."
Malfoy couldn't help thinking he found her incredibly hot right now. Her violent temper always seemed to turn him on for some reason. But hot or not, he was not singing to her.
"Maybe you should just do it, mate," Fred suggested.
"Yeah," agreed George. "What's the worse that could happen?"
"I could look like that loser," said Malfoy angrily, pointing at the guy currently on the stage singing 'When a Man Loves a Woman' very off key to some woman in the audience who was hiding her head in her hands in embarrassment.
"I have a feeling that it's either look like a loser or be the loser," Fred replied grimly.
"Come on, Malfoy. It's just one song. You can do it," said George encouragingly..
"I can't. I won't," said Malfoy stubbornly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I'll do it," said Goyle with a shrug.
"You will?" Hermione breathed, rewarding Goyle with a dazzling smile and completely forgetting about Malfoy.
"I'll do anything you want me to," Goyle whispered sexily in her ear before moving to her mouth and gently brushing his lips against hers. Standing up, he confidently strolled over toward the stage, giving Malfoy a smirk as he passed by.
"Should we hex him?" Fred whispered to Malfoy.
"A Babbling Curse, maybe?" George suggested.
Malfoy shook his head "No," he said, still scowling at Goyle's back. "I want to see him make a fool out of himself without your help."
After the current horror of a song was over, Goyle climbed up the steps to the stage, but instead of going to the microphone at the center of the stage, he sat down at a piano pushed off to the side and began playing. Hermione watched his fingers work the keys with a mesmerized expression on her face.
"Oh, my God! He's a musician, Hermione! That's so hot!" Ginny squealed.
And then in a deep, sexy voice, Goyle started singing.
You've got your ball
You've got your chain
"Bet he means you, Malfoy," joked Fred.
George snorted.
Tied to me tight tie me up again
"I wish I had known she was into bondage earlier," Ron said wistfully to no one in particular.
"Did you do that with Goyle?" Malfoy asked accusingly.
"Hush!" Hermione ordered, not taking her eyes off the sexy Slytherin at the piano.
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Hermione couldn't help but let out a sigh. Having someone sing an intimate song to her like this was even better than she had dreamed it would be.
"That was so cheesy," Malfoy muttered.
"I disagree." Hermione thought Goyle's song was rather romantic, she only wished that Malfoy would fucking shut up and let her enjoy it.
You come crash into me
And I come into you,
I come into you
Malfoy's eyes widened. "Is this song about him fucking you!" he hissed angrily.
"Maybe?" Hermione shrugged, unable to stop the smile forming on her lips.
"He has some fucking nerve," Malfoy growled.
"Well, that was on his list." Hermione smirked.
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
"Uh oh," said Fred. "He said the 'L' word."
"This is bad," agreed George.
When you come crash
Into me, baby
And I come into you
"Is this whole fucking song about him cumming?" Malfoy grumbled.
"To be fair, he's only sung about it twice so far," said Fred.
"And we all know he came three times," George joked.
"Four," said Ron, smirking at Malfoy. "You forgot the blow job."
Malfoy scowled. "Doesn't mean he came," he muttered bitterly.
"Oh, he did," Hermione replied vindictively.
"Did you swallow?" asked Malfoy angrily.
"You know I did!" she snapped.
Malfoy slumped back in his chair to sulk, and he didn't even say a word the next time Goyle sang "come into you" again.
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show your world to me
Unable to keep his silence, Malfoy turned on Hermione. "I can't believe you showed your world to him," he said angrily.
"It's not like you haven't seen my world either, Malfoy," Hermione said just as angrily.
"Yeah, but I saw it with an egg coming out of it!"
I can't believe you went there!" Hermione huffed.
"I can't believe I did either!"
"You are unbelievable! And I wasn't even talking about that. I was talking about what happened in the shower!" she hissed.
"Thanks for reminding me that once again I got seconds," Malfoy spat.
"Thirds! You got fucking thirds, you asshole! Did you forget about Viktor?" she asked snidely, her eyes flashing angrily.
"Sorry, I guess it's just hard to keep track of all of the people you show 'your' world to," Malfoy replied coldly.
"I hate you," Hermione replied, turning her attention back to Goyle and trying her best to ignore Malfoy's existence.
Baby oh Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me
With each "crash into me", Malfoy got angrier and angrier until he couldn't take it anymore. "A little help here, please," he hissed at the twins.
"Oh, right," said Fred, pointing his wand at the piano and sending it literally crashing into Goyle. Still sitting on his stool, Goyle went sliding across to the center of the stage.
George then pointed his wand at the stool and did a tipping spell, causing Goyle to fall off the stool and do a backwards somersault. Quickly jumping up off the floor, Goyle stood up over the microphone that was set up there and sang the final lines of the song A capella.
I'm the king of the castle
You're a dirty rascal, crash into me!
Goyle then looked right at Malfoy and dropped the mic. All of the women in the bar, including Hermione, jumped to their feet, clapping for the performance. One of the women even threw their knickers at him which he easily caught and discreetly stuffed in his pocket. On the way back, he stopped at the woman's table and whispered something in her ear. The woman nodded, and Goyle returned back to Hermione.
Hermione threw her arms around him. "That was amazing! I have always fantasized about someone singing to me. I would have thrown my knickers at you, too, but that other woman beat me to it," she pouted. She had only seen the woman from behind but she had long, dark raven hair and was probably gorgeous. She couldn't help feeling a bit jealous.
"That's okay," Goyle replied. "I prefer taking yours off myself." He winked at her and then leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.
Malfoy made a retching noise.
Pulling out of the kiss, Goyle ignored Malfoy and turned to the twins. "Thanks for helping out with the big finish."
"Glad to be of service." Fred grinned.
"Awesome show, man," George added with some awe in his voice.
Malfoy scowled at them. "You two nitwits are supposed to be helping me."
"Okay, okay," said Fred, holding up his hands in surrender. "We might have underestimated Goyle."
"But we're ready now," said George. "Want us to help you pick out a song?"
"No," Malfoy replied.
"You're still not going to sing me a song?" asked Hermione incredulously. She had thought his jealously of Goyle might push him into doing it. That's what she had been hoping anyway. For reasons unknown to her, she really want Malfoy to sing to her.
"Coward," Ron coughed.
Malfoy glared at him. "If you're so brave, why don't you get up there and sing?"
"Who? Me?" asked Ron with a horrified look on his face. "I'm not even in the competition. Besides, I haven't had nearly enough to drink to do something like that."
"Well, neither have I," Malfoy insisted. He turned to Hermione with a snide look on his face. "You've certainly had enough to drink, Granger. Why don't you go sing a song?"
"You think I won't?" she huffed. His refusing to sing to her was reminding her very much of his refusing to marry her. And that made her angry.
"I think I'd like to see you try." Malfoy smirked.
There it was. That stupid smirk. Now, all she wanted to do was obliterate from his stupid, pointy face. "Fine," Hermione snapped, standing up. "While I'm singing my song, you can sit here and drown yourself in liquid courage. Because when I'm done, you are getting your ass up there and singing me a fucking song!" She leaned down and whispered much too loudly in his ear, "Or there will definitely be no fucking honeymoon!"
Picking up a fresh glass of Long Island iced tea, she scowled at Malfoy and took a long sip through her straw. She kept glaring at him and sipping the drink until she had drained the entire glass and made an obnoxious sound with the straw. When she had finally gotten the last drops out of her glass, she slammed it back down on the table. "Now, Goyle's not the only one up by four," she spat, sending Malfoy once last scowl before trouncing over to Johnny to pick out her song.
Malfoy groaned. She was not going to let it go. And he really did not want there to be no chance of a honeymoon. "What am I going to do?" he hissed to the twins. He had real fear in his eyes. "I can't sing!"
"Relax," said Fred. "We've got everything under control."
George held up a bottle of Cupid's Courage. "This is the extended version. You're going to have courage all night long," he said, drawing out the last word. In case Malfoy didn't get what he was trying to tell him, George gave him an exaggerated wink.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes. "Is that the same stuff you slipped us at the wedding? Because of that, Granger and I almost..."
"Exactly," said Fred, smiling wickedly.
"Well, that may give me courage, but it still doesn't change the fact that I can't sing," Malfoy insisted.
"We have spells for that," said George, waving his hand dismissively. "From our boy band days."
"We can auto-tune you, improve your musicality, the works. Just leave it to us," said Fred.
"Why do I have the feeling I'm going to regret this?" Malfoy grumbled.
"Why would you regret it?" asked Fred. "We're on your side this time."
"And with our evil genius, there's no way you can't win," George said with confidence.
"You guys do know that I can hear you," Goyle commented lightly. "I know you're cheating."
"We're not cheating!" George exclaimed, sounding offended. "We're playing by Weasley rules."
"And what exactly are Weasley rules?" Goyle asked, sounding amused.
"Why no rules at all, of course!" Fred explained enthusiastically. "Anything goes."
"Good to know," was all Goyle replied.
"Ooh! Hermione's up," said George, dumping some Cupid's Courage into Malfoy's glass.
Malfoy took a big gulp of courage and turned to face the music.
She looked so beautiful up there on stage. He could see the fire and courage blazing from her eyes as she stood there waiting for her music to begin. Her courage was the sexiest thing about her. That and her wild sex hair. Oh, who was he kidding? He found pretty much everything about her sexy from her know-it-all attitude to her overall bitchiness. He had always had a thing for her. Funny how he could only admit that to himself now. This Cupid's Courage stuff must be some pretty heady shit. The music finally started playing, and he watched as her hips began bouncing to the beat. It was almost hypnotic to watch. He couldn't tear his eyes away... until she started singing.
I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Her sexy, sultry voice enraptured him. It clutched at his heart and wouldn't let go. But she wasn't singing to him. She was singing to fucking Goyle.
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
And then her eyes locked on Malfoy's.
I'm a bitch
I'm a lover
I'm a child
I'm a mother
I'm a sinner
I'm a saint
And I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell
I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
While she sang to Malfoy, her hand that wasn't holding the microphone roamed all over her body in a very provocative way. Her eyes never left his though, and he felt very much like she had just given Goyle his walking papers and this sexy song was meant for him and him alone. It was the hottest thing Malfoy had ever seen. Except for maybe Hermione naked with an owl. It was definitely a close second though.
So take me as I am
This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man
Ouch. This was definitely a dig at him. He knew he deserved it though. But now she was singing about being a bitch and a lover again and he was having a hard time thinking about anything but the tightness of his pants. When an instrumental portion of the music started playing, he was worried that she was done singing but then she headed straight towards him, microphone still in hand. Standing right in front of him with her eyes blazing and setting fire to his soul, she began singing again.
Just when you think you've got me figured out
The season's already changin'
Malfoy's eyes widened in shock. It wasn't so much what she was singing. It was what she was doing while she was singing. With her eyes still locked on his, she was taking off her knickers with one hand and shimming them down her legs.
I think it's cool you do what you do
And don't try to save me
She then flung her knickers at Malfoy and stormed back up to the stage singing about being a sinner and a saint. When she got back to the center of the stage, her sultry gaze turned on Malfoy again.
I'm a bitch
I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
She did a sexy, little shimmy toward the floor on that line, and Malfoy thought he might cum in his pants right then and there.
When you hurt
When you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb
I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way
Instrumental music began playing and she just stood there breathing heavily, staring at him. When the audience broke into applause, she blinked in confusion and seemed surprised that there was anyone else in the room. Looking embarrassed, she gave a little curtsy and left the stage.
"Bloody hell," said Ron, breaking the silence. "That was fucking intense."
Malfoy glanced over at Goyle and was pleased to see that he was sitting back in his chair looking resigned again.
When Hermione returned to the table, she seemed a little nervous, like her courage was suddenly failing her. Fortunately, Malfoy's courage was now coursing through his veins to all different parts of his body. So, without hesitation, he did exactly what he wanted to do. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her. Seeming very receptive to the idea, Hermione's arms immediately encircled his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair. Little moans of desire escaped both of them as the kiss heated up and their hands wildly explored each other's bodies.
The only thing that could force Fred and George to tear their eyes away from the steamy snogging session taking place at the table, was the opportunity to gloat to Goyle about it.
"Ready to give up, Goyle?" asked Fred, sounding smug. "Looks like we have this competition in the bag."
"Yeah, they're practically in the sack already," added George, grinning.
Goyle gave them a cool appraising look. "I'll hand it to you that the potion to give him courage was well played. However, I'm not overly concerned about this," he replied nonchalantly, gesturing to the snog fest happening right next to him. "Here's the thing you don't know about Malfoy. He always fucks it up."
And as if just to prove Goyle right, Malfoy broke out of the kiss and said to Hermione, "I'm going to sing to you."
A/N: Sorry. I realize that was kind of short, especially with all of the song lyrics thrown in. I wasn't originally going to end it there, but it was too good of a cliffhanger to pass up! The song Goyle sang was "Crash Into Me" by Dave Matthews Band, and Hermione sang "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. I thought both songs were rather fitting. And I can't wait until you find out what Malfoy is going to sing!