"Hermione for the love of Merlin, just bloody owl him!" Ginny laughed at her friend's indecisiveness, feeling fed up that she kept going back on forth on the issue.
"No! He owled Monday, I owled Tuesday. He owled Thursday, I responded Thursday. It's his turn now." She said, huffing out loud and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Who cares!? You're a twenty first century witch, owl him if you want, ask him out yourself." Ginny pushed, rummaging through the bin of nail polish.
Hermione shook her head and reached for the dark red, shaking the bottle a few times before slowly removing the cap and holding the bottle between her knees.
"I told you I don't want to ask him out." Hermione responded. Ginny snorted.
"Right right, you just want him to fuck your brains out."
"Ginny!" Hermione shrieked.
"Well! Am I wrong?" She chuckled, deciding on a light blue color for herself.
The witches were spending their Friday staying in and having a girls night, which of course included playing a tacky muggle board game Hermione had brought from her parent's house, a lot of wine and nail painting. Ginny had brought up if she were seeing Malfoy again this weekend, which launched into a broader discussion of what was currently going on between the two.
Hermione found herself easily flustered. When she returned from Paris, Draco had made no promise to see her again, so neither did she. Their intense night, and morning, considering he made her come orally before they left, seemed like it was open ended. Hermione did her best to remain indifferent and not let him see her act somewhat disappointed when he only kissed her hand goodbye from her doorstep…again.
Come her surprise when a large package was delivered to her home on Monday, containing her fully repaired lingerie set, a note apologizing for tearing the corset and thanking her for a "most exhilarating weekend." Hermione felt her heart skip a beat and a small pool of hope form in her body. Trying not to get ahead of herself, she calmly thought of a cool response.
After she wrote a proper thank you, she asked Ginny for advice on how to sneak a cheeky sentence or a flirty message into the mundane note. Ginny, too excited for her own good, came up with something that was a little racy, so the two decided to thank him and stated that Hermione looks forward to wearing it again.
Wednesday passed with no response and Hermione and Ginny argued back and forth about the wording of the message. Ginny even offered to reach out to Blaise for his advice but Hermione vehemently protested. Thursday was a saving grace, he responded with an equally raunchy message. Ginny had squealed in delight, Hermione had felt herself blush to the point she couldn't speak. His note clearly stated he'd enjoy if he received an invite on the day she ever decided to wear it, or he'd be more than happy to take her back to the Cherry Pit in a new outfit it she pleased.
Hermione and Ginny acted like children, giggling and fighting over what to say back, if anything. Hermione thought she shouldn't respond, try to play hard to get, make it seem like her interest wasn't entirely on him. Ginny disagreed, thinking she should flirt back, claiming it's like leaving crumbs until he finds the cookie. Deciding on a happy medium, she wrote back something along the lines of relaying she could be persuaded for another night like the one they had last week.
To both their girls' disappointment, he had yet to respond, Ginny remained hopeful but Hermione's was dwindling.
"Look, if you want to see him again, just owl again or I'll mention something to Blaise so we can all set something up.." She suggested, her laser focus settled on the strokes of the nail polis.
"No. I don't want Blaise to get involved and get the wrong impressions which in turn makes Malfoy get the wrong impression. Besides, I can't go on any double dates with you and Blaise. Malfoy and I—we're, it's, it's just…physical, I think." Hermione explained once more, finding herself confused over her own words and Ginny only rolled her eyes, muttering a soft disagreeing statement under her breath.
"I'm more intrigued about how quickly things are progressing between you and Blaise anyways." Hermione quickly changed the subject, actually wanting to hear how the former Slytherin was treating her. Ginny's lips formed a coy smile, her cheeks coloring to rose.
"He's good. We're great. It feels like…like he's already my best friend. There's just something there." She spoke, her eyes going glassy like she was under a love potion, but Hermione smiled. "I don't know. I want to take it slow but we're just, good. Everything is so fun with him, you know?"
Ginny rambled, her eyes casted down and Hermione's mind flashed to an image of a certain blonde. "I know." She quietly responded.
"You know what's crazy too? We haven't even had sex yet!" Ginny said and Hermione's eyes flew up in astonishment.
"What? It's been two weeks now? You've gone on plenty of dates and you stayed over at his multiple nights." Hermione said, not believing her rambunctious best friend had waited so long to bed the handsome wizard.
"I know. But he didn't want me to think he was just after my body, or that this was a quick fling. Believe me, I've tried plenty of times but he just won't budge. It's bloody annoying." Ginny mumbled, making Hermione chuckle.
"I mean, it's so odd. He enjoys giving me oral, said he could do it all day—"
"Okay. Ginny—" Hermione tried to cut her off, not exactly wanting to hear all about her sexual experiences.
"And, gods, his fingers! Simply one of a kind. I think he's so good with them because he knows how to play the harp—" Ginny said, her eyes glowing with delight.
"Oh dear—" Hermione said, reaching for her own wine glass.
"Plus, I've only given him a blowie once, ONCE Hermione! And he nearly came in under a minute. It was the best feeling ever." She gloated, proudly bobbing her head.
"Ginny! Come on, at least wait for the sex talk until I'm another glass deep, please?" Hermione said, her body flushing with the knowledge her friend was providing.
"Fine. I'm holding you to that though so, drink up." Ginny smirked, blowing on her nails.
Two hours later, two wine bottles finished and the game of Life completely ruined from far too many questions, the girls were now laughing on the floor, giving each other fake future life stories.
"And, and you have three blue children, named Willard, Beacon, and Dino!" Ginny yelled while throwing the plastic bits from the board game at Hermione. She was crying of laughter, trying to catch each of her 'children'.
"Willard? Ugh you are evil! Can't I at least have a daughter? You are hoarding them." Hermione cried, reaching over the board game to take the small pink plastic pieces from Ginny's hand, effectively snapping the cardboard in half. Ginny and Hermione both gasped, looking down at the broken game before bursting out into gut wrenching laughter. Ginny toppled over to the side and Hermione drunkenly chucked the broken game across the room and cast a spell to make it explode.
The girls' laughter quickly died down when they heard clicks at their window, an owl sitting outside with two letters in its beaks.
"That's Blaise's owl." Ginny said, stumbling to get up, accidentally knocking over a pile of books. She opened the window, a cool breeze passing over their living room. "There's a letter addressed to you."
Hermione looked over her shoulder to where Ginny stood, a confused expression written over her face. "From Blaise? What for?"
She stood up, wobbling at first, and strode over to the window, eyes trying to focus on the letter in Ginny's hand. "No it's not from Blaise, probably Malfoy. Theodore Nott and him are at Blaise's having their own boys night." She explained, while handing her the note.
Hermione's stomach fluttered, Malfoy sent her a letter the same time as Blaise sent his witch one, could it mean something?
"Open yours first." Hermione instructed and Ginny rolled her eyes, breaking the seal. She immediately squealed, bouncing on her feet in a strange little happy dance. Hermione moved beside her, pulling the paper down so she could read it. "What is it?"
Blaise's note was an excerpt from an old wizard's journal, a love poem, with of course hints of longing and desire. It was extremely sweet and romantic. He wrote his own words at the bottom explaining he will go to sleep dreaming of her and looks forward to their date tomorrow.
"You lucky witch." Hermione said and Ginny only shrugged, re-reading the sonnet over and over with a small smile on her lips.
"Read yours now." Ginny gestured, carefully folding her paper back into the envelope. Hermione tore her envelope open, her letter much smaller and more to the point.
"Are you free during the day tomorrow?" Hermione read out loud, no lingering hints of romance or passion like Ginny's had read. But Ginny was different, she was dating a wizard and Hermione was just…exchanging pleasure with one.
"Yes! The teasing notes worked! You snagged his attention." Ginny found the note to be a victory, but as she looked at the creased frown on her friend's lips, she wondered if something was lost in translation. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to see him?"
Hermione bit her lip, his soulless words not sending fire through her body anymore. She didn't just want his attention, she wanted him to get excited when he saw her owl, blush anytime he thinks about her and know that he's struggling to focus on work or menial tasks or anything else because she's filling all his thoughts. It was just physical, but she was jealous of Ginny. She wanted to be pined after and someone to think she's more worthy than just a once a week meet up. It didn't have to be Malfoy, but then again, he was the one she thought of all week.
"I—I do." She shook her head, feeling absolutely insane. "Nothing's wrong, I think I'm going to wait to respond though."
"Why? You're not doing anything tomorrow, you've been itching to see him all week and he wants to see you during the day, that's a good sign." Ginny encouraged, trying not to interfere with her own opinions too much but her friend definitely needed a push in the right direction. Hermione was quiet for a moment, seeming to ponder her words.
"You think?" Hermione asked, uncertainty loud in her voice.
"I know. And if our boys are as drunk as us, they'll be elated to hear from us so quickly, so here." Ginny thrusted parchment and a quill to Hermione, and grabbed her own. Both girls spent a couple of minutes in a drunken blur trying to decide what to write in Ginny's letter.
"I think this is good. And if he doesn't like it well he can shove it up his pretty firm arse." Ginny said, hiccupping at the end, making Hermione snort.
They sent off their letters and decided they should clean the mess in the living room. Both agreed that maybe one more glass of wine would be the perfect amount for them before they headed to bed. Ginny suggested they order sweets from the little shoppe that makes deliveries until midnight, Hermione agreed. Picking up their landline Arthur had insisted for Ginny to buy, Hermione called the store, asking for some warm cookies and ice cream to pair. Once the order was finished and a total was given, Hermione began walking back into their front room.
"Okay I got two double fudge, one birthday cake and a chocolate chip oatmeal monster cookie with two pints of—"
Hermione reached the living room, words halting in her throat when she looked at the new company comfortably sitting in her home. Ginny was sitting next to Blaise, hands interlocked while they both held Hermione's confused gaze with a cheeky grin. Sitting on their chair was Malfoy, his lips barely quirking with a private smile as his eyes glanced over her body once. She swallowed, suddenly extremely self-conscious of being drunk and dressed in plaid cotton shorts and a tank top and definitely not dressed in lingerie. She noticed his own casual wear and nearly choked. Wearing gray joggers and a long sleeve dark green cotton shirt with three buttons undone at his neck, he looked far too attractive in such normal clothing, it made her flush.
"Granger." Blaise nodded in greeting. "I hope you ordered us some sweets as well."
Hermione's eyes flashed back to Blaise's, thankful that he was the first to break the seemingly awkward air. She gave him a smile and moved to sit next to them on the couch, the spot that was open was of course closest to where Malfoy sat.
"Had I known we'd have visitors I would have ordered more." She sat down, turning her head at Blaise, trying her best not to squirm when she felt a certain pair of dark gray eyes bore a whole into her head.
"That's okay, we can all share." Ginny suggested. "I got the monster cookie and the birthday cake."
"So Granger is a chocolate fiend? Sounds like someone else I know." Blaise widely grinned while looking at Draco, who shrugged and scrunched up his sleeves. Hermione didn't make a move to give him attention, instead she picked at the nail polish on her skin.
"Very true. I hope you'll share with me Granger." Draco's deep voice commanded her attention, she couldn't help but turn her head to meet his eyes, playful and teasing. She found herself nodding and muttered a quiet 'sure.' Ginny and Blaise gave each other a look and almost laughed at the pair in front of them.
"So what have you boys been up to tonight?" Ginny asked, stretching her feet onto the coffee table in front of them.
"Theo's in town so we just had some drinks, played a couple card games, he decided to get a little too pissed so he's currently passed out on my sofa." Blaise explained, making Draco chuckle a bit.
"So, you just left him there?" Hermione asked, forehead creasing.
"In case he wakes up—" Draco began.
"Which he won't." Blaise butted in.
"We left a nice note, a glass of water and hangover potion. We're good friends, don't worry. Besides, we figured you two would be better company than a sleeping Theo." Draco finished, eyes focused on the messy bun on top of Granger's head.
"How flattering. I agree, but don't tell Theo that." Ginny chimed in, earning a smile from Blaise. They were quite cute, even if Hermione did find it odd that Ginny would be cuddling with a former Slytherin, but of course, she's one to talk.
The bell rang, signaling the delivery of their goodies and Hermione bounced up from the seat to retrieve the items and pay the delivery man. Malfoy watched her every move, from the lazy triumphant smile when she held up the bag, to the way her hips swung when she walked to the kitchen, and to the kinky curls that were falling loose around her shoulders. She disappeared into the kitchen, and Blaise and Ginny both raised their eyebrows at the blonde man, eyes nodding off in her direction. He rolled his eyes, finding it somewhat annoying how similar the two were, but got up from his seat and told them he'd assist her.
Hermione was scooping ice cream into four bowls, hearing footsteps behind her and assuming it was Ginny she started talking.
"I don't know what kind of ice cream Blaise or Malfoy like so I'm just giving them one scoop of vanilla and one scoop of mint fudge." She explained, giving herself two scoops of vanilla and breaking up one of her cookies in the bowl to mix in.
"I'd prefer two scoops of mint but I won't fuss." Draco said, arms crossed in front of his chest. Hermione jumped and turned around, spoon clinking to the floor. Raising his eyebrows at her, he bent down to pick up the utensil, taking a step to her body to place it in the sink beside her. She held her breath, eyes level with the exposed skin on his chest.
"Didn't mean to scare you. Thought I'd offer some help." He stated.
"Oh. Thank you." She dumbly responded, brain not firing on all cylinders with his proximity and from the three and a half glasses of wine. His lips twitched up at her rising blush, or maybe it was the alcohol she had, either way her skin was pink and looked warm. He wanted to feel it against his palm.
Instead he reached behind her, stomachs barely brushing, but enough to make Hermione to shudder. He wordlessly grabbed two bowls, balancing them in one of his large hands with ease. His other hand took the plate of giant cookies and then he finally pulled back, quirking an eyebrow at her.
"Well come on then. I want to have my cookie." He said teeth shining when he finished his sentence.
Hermione blew out a breath through her lips and grabbed the remaining two bowls, heading back into the living room and praying her face didn't look too flustered. Draco had taken her spot on the sofa, sitting next to Blaise and Ginny who stood with their bowls in their hand, crumbles of cookies hanging off their lips.
"We're going to eat in my bedroom. Long night for both of us and we're feeling pretty tired." Ginny explained leading Blaise out of the room, letting Hermione stand dumbfounded and slightly panicked.
"Thanks for the food Granger." Blaise said. "Night."
"Night Mione, goodnight ferret!" Ginny called over her shoulder. "You two kids have fun!" She yelled before slamming her door.
Hermione stood in horror, staring down the hall and wishing the floor would swallow her up to save her from this embarrassment.
"Can I have my ice cream now?" Malfoy politely asked and Hermione dragged her line of vision to him. Her brain was still thinking before her legs decided to move on their own. Walking around the table, she handed him the bowl and sat down, leaving a good four feet of space between them.
She scooped the creamy dessert into her mouth, sighing at the taste of the warm cookie and cold cream, the perfect combination. They ate in silence, the scrap of metal against ceramic bowls filling the air between them. Malfoy wanted to laugh, even after their encounters and time together she still felt shy around him.
"How's yours?" Draco asked after a minute or two, seeing that her bowl was essentially empty.
"Good, how's yours?" Hermione responded, glancing at his inked arms reaching to put his finished bowl on the table. He shifted closer, turning his body so he was facing her, slouching into the corner of the sofa.
"Wonderful, thank you. You really like those chocolate cookies, huh Granger?" Malfoy asked, running his tongue over his teeth, resting it on the corner of his mouth.
Hermione gave him an odd look and put her own bowl on the table, arms crossed over her stomach as she leaned into the couch, somewhat intentionally trying to put distance between them.
"Yes, they're my favorites." She told him, eyeing his movements when he slowly pushed off from the corner and moved a foot closer.
"Do you like wearing it as much as eating it?" He casually asked, head tilting to the side as he waited for Hermione to understand his question. He suppressed his smile as best he could, her nose crinkled when she looked at him confused, softly repeating the words until her eyes grew wide in realization.
"Oh my god." Hermione panicked, embarrassment flooding her body as she turned her head to wipe any remaining chocolate off her mouth.
Draco caught her forearm, easily stopping the movement, his hand cool against her blazing skin. She froze, her entire mind went blank, only being able to comprehend his hand on her arm and the other moving to her chin, lightly taking hold to move her head to him. Her dark eyes matched the color of the sweet dessert, the thought made his lips mouth curve up. She stared into his eyes, following the cloudy grayness as they ran over her mouth.
His thumb swiped over her lower lip with the faintest of touches, she wasn't even sure he did it. Pressing a little as he moved it upwards, his thumb captured the smallest remnants of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. He traced his thumb back over her lips, pressing down in the center until her lips parted, welcoming the digit into her warm, wet mouth. She immediately sucked him in deeper, wide eyes keeping ahold of his gray ones.
She swirled her tongue around the tip of his thumb, making Draco's mouth part, a heat was sent straight to his cock. He leaned forward, removing his thumb the second his lips found hers, soft and plump, slightly cold from the frozen treat. His chest vibrated with a suppressed grunt and Hermione felt a sigh fall from her lips into his own. Her hands flew up to his shoulder, fingertips digging into the clothed skin.
His tongue entered her mouth, and he begged her in his mind for her to suck his tongue like she did his finger. They'd break apart every so often, heavy pants and desperate gasps for air filled the silence. Draco's hands touched and slid over her waist, bunching up the fabric of her tank top, needing to feel her hot skin under the pads of his fingers.
Hermione released a quiet whimper when he effortlessly pressed their bodies together, letting her feel the marbled muscles under his shirt. Her mind was reeling with decisions and questions. She could invite him to stay, but it would imply them to have sex, but she did want to have sex, or did she just want him around?
Before she made a decision, Draco's hand slipped up her shorts, making her worries fall away. Pleased to find she was wet underneath, his pointer finger trailed up and down repeatedly over her slit, her legs widened just a fraction, hips pushing forward seeking for something more. He grinned into her mouth, pulling her lip back with a snap between his teeth then immediately went back to suck on the dampened, red skin.
As his pointer finger traced her outermost lower lips, Hermione felt her body quake with desire, wild with the need for him. Draco's lips slowed over hers, holding their lips together without moving for long seconds. His finger pushed apart her folds, lightly tracing a line from her entrance to her clit, Hermione's hips twitched. He smirked into their slow kiss, thinking she wasn't so shy anymore now that he finally touched her.
Fisiting his hair, she threw her head back when he finally pushed a finger inside. She bit on her lip until it almost bled, trying her best to contain her moans wanting to rip out of her throat. She hastily kissed him, Draco momentarily shocked by her pressure. He sunk another finger into her, swallowing her whimpers as thrusted against her sensitive walls.
Hermione ripped her lips off his and went for his ear, sucking the lobe between her lips and lightly nipping. Her hand slid down his body, reaching for his hard length over his sweatpants. Draco groaned, cheeks stinging with warmth as she stroked him, his own movements briefly forgotten. He let her find him underneath his trousers, warm hand pumping him slowly, soft pants and breathy whimpers fanning his ear.
Draco began to pump his fingers faster making Hermione meet his pace with desperate thrusts of her hips. His palm was hitting her clit, causing a shock of voltage to rumble through her body, a rising heat forming. He leaned forward, her body against the arm of the sofa, hands leaving his member to grasp onto his arms, too distracted to take care of him but Draco didn't care.
She gave a long, whining moan, her inside tightening and clutching at his fingers, the heat filling to the brim. Draco panted into her neck, his body hanging above hers while he milked her climax. Her fingers dug into his arms, her hips wildly bucking into his palm.
It was coming, her toes curled and she waited for the final push of his slender fingers to take her over the edge. She cried out but Draco covered her mouth with his own, shushing her with soft kisses as her center spasmed around his fingers. She sobbed into his mouth as he slowed his pace, letting her ride the waves of her orgasm until it was completely finished. His lips kissed her deeply, matching the calming pace of his fingers.
He began to peck her, every time he pulled back he'd mumble against her swollen lips.
"Two o'clock tomorrow." He kissed her again, fingers pumping once into her center, her whole body shook.
"I'll be here." Another kiss, long and encompassing.
"Be dressed for the beach." A final kiss, fingers giving one last final thrust before pulling out of her wet center and shorts. Draco pulled his body away, letting her see his mouth suck his glistening fingers, tasting her orgasm on his tongue.
Hermione barely heard his words, she was too preoccupied with the loss of his lips and his body fading away. Her mind was hazy and blurry, seeing him reach for her hand and kiss the top of it once before letting it fall away.
"Until tomorrow." He smirked and stood up, his erection extremely noticeable in sweatpants, but he paid it no mind. Walking over to the floo, Draco left without another word, leaving Hermione hot and bothered but extremely well spent, still trying to put the pieces together of the words he whispered into her mouth.
Two o'clock, tomorrow, going to a beach.
A/N: Hope it makes since why I had to break it into two parts, the scenes just didn't flow well. I realize i write long chapters so posting shorter parts feels odd to me, what do you guys prefer? Longer chapters with more dialogue and scene explanation? Or shorter scenes? AND are there any guesses for what's going on at the beach?