'At the point of departure
On the eve of despair
Your recourse to reason
Seems to make no sense at all'
Advocating: none of the characters in the story bellow belong to moi.
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Hermione was told the entire plan.
She liked the outcome of it, but not the whole idea. A bit too mean towards poor ol' Draco. But c'est la vie. Did Draco have a slightest bit of remorse when she was in hospital, petrified by the Basilisk? No. Simple and vapid no.
Ron still did not deal with the idea of Hermione and Draco. He was walking with Dead, as Lavender was walking hand under hand with Seamus. Parvati and Harry were walking at the end of the row, giggling madly. Hermione found them funny. She was walking side by side with Neville, who seemed to have grown two feet in last two months.
The Slytherins were there already, at the Care of Magical Creatures class. Draco was talking to Crabbe and Goyle; they were sniggering.
Hagrid wasn't out yet. Only Fang ran towards Harry.
Neville was saying to her: "So I really think I finally gained some self confidence... not like I didn't have it before... I got new pair of pyjamas without any teddy bears, bunnies, or kiddie images... and I don't sleep with my night light anymore..."
Draco suddenly approached Hermione and she smiled.
"Sod off, Longbottom" Draco sneered at Neville. Neville opened his eyes fearfully and fled away from Draco and Hermione.
"You shouldn't be so mean to him" Hermione sighed. Draco didn't reply just gave her a 'hello' kiss.
"That was refreshing," Hermione said. Parvati and Lavender were staring at them with their mouth open, among many other people. Ron was apparently really interested in petting Fang.
"And you promise you won't be mean to Hagrid, today?" she asked Draco, as he took her books to carry around for her.
"Was I ever mean to Hagrid?" Draco sighed, adopting that 'Denise the Menace' puppy face.
"Draco, please..." she whined.
"Okay, I'll do my best" Draco sighed just as Hagrid came out of his hut. He looked extremely messy today. Draco immediately knew by the way he's absent that he's on his hang over. That's how his father looked like when he did something previous night. Lucius always used to say to him: 'The only shitty thing about drinking is the hang over'. Draco partially knew what he meant.
Hagrid looked suddenly woken up when he noticed Hermione and Draco holding hands and standing together.
"Today, yer gonna learn about Dragons. Now, unfortunately, I cannot bring a real dragon to school, but we can have a lot of vivid pictures. The dragon we'll study today is Norbert... I mean Norwegian Ridgeback," he said, small tear going down his eye.
Draco chuckled self-satisfactory and commented just for Hermione to hear: "That's an ugly one..."
"Draco" Hermione snapped at him.
Draco scowled tightening his grip on her hand.
At the end of the lesson, Hagrid dismissed everyone accept Hermione. Draco told her he's going to lunch and whispered her in a small voice to meet him at the Quidditch Pitch, twenty minutes before the afternoon classes start. Hermione agreed and followed with her stare as everyone walked away from her.
"What d'ya think yer doin'?" Hagrid asked her.
"Nothing," Hermione said suddenly feeling numb.
"What's the thing between you and Malfoy?" Hagrid narrowed his eyes to slits.
"We are going to Yule Ball together... only that" Hermione answered fearfully. Never has she realised how huge Hagrid is until now.
"Yer gonna go with that bloody stinkin' rat?"
"Hagrid, please, allow me to explain you..."
"There's nothing to be explained... he's not worth ya, Hermione... and don't talk to me anymore..." Hagrid was yelling and then turned around, storming into his hut. Hermione stood there for brief moment, turning around and then fled. So what if she was going out with Draco Malfoy? He was nice to her.
He was at the Quidditch pitch, his hair looking silver under the cool winter sun. It was snowing anymore, only that Draco was cursing 'that blighted snow' that stood everywhere around him.
"Doesn't Quidditch pitch have heating system?" a small voice came behind Draco. He turned to see Hermione Granger standing, her hands on her hips. She apparently heard him swearing.
"Did you read Hogwarts: The History? They cannot put any charm on the Quidditch pitch, because that would screw up the magical border in the air" Draco sighed.
"Actually, I read everything accept that Quidditch related part" Hermione said.
"Well I read only the Quidditch part" he said, approached her, and gave her a kiss.
"Now, I feel better" he smiled. The smile was way too cold to be a smile of liking. But Draco masked it with a smile of pure passions and she couldn't see behind that.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, putting his arms around her.
"What do you mean?" she smiled churlishly.
"We'd both get cold if we started humping here in the snow," Draco's malevolent eyes seemed to shine intensely.
"We can go to the Slytherin change room... or even better, the Gryffindor change room" Hermione smiled. She was the one that was dragging him now.
"What if someone comes in?" Draco protested.
"Don't worry. Nobody will. I spoke to Harry, and he gave me password. Trust me..."
The entered it. Naturally, room was covered in red artefacts. Red benches, red sofas, red lockers, red bathroom door.
Draco took off his Hogwarts robes and cloak and peered around.
"Your bathroom sucks?" he snickered looking around the plain bathroom, with only showers and a Jacuzzi (no pools). Walls were covered in mirrors. There was a mirror in front of the toilet, on every cubicle, so people could catch their face while they were taking their crap out. Fred and George liked discussing their face expressions when they pooped, especially during meals, loudly.
"So, do you think that fifteen minutes is enough to take a quick bath?" Hermione said, a mischievous smile on her lips.
"What do you have next?" Draco asked, taking her closer to him.
"Charms... you?"
"Defence Against the Dark Arts... we can both skip... the DADA teacher loves me... Flitwick won't even notice, that senile fool" he said taking her into a warm kiss.
"I brought you something to wear as we're taking a bath... you know, we don't want to get our underwears wet again" she said playfully, taking a dark pink vinyl swimming tank in front of Draco.
"I am not wearing that" he said instantly.
"I have a thong bikini under" she smiled. Draco made a face and grabbed the underwear. He changed inside one of the toilet cubicles. He could adore his perfect body while he was taking his clothes off. 'You're one sexy bitch, Draco' he said quietly to himself.
He came out, Hermione already in her bikini. She gave a snigger seeing him in dark pink vinyl tank.
"People even wear vinyl bathing stuff?" he asked sceptically sitting down into the nice Jacuzzi.
"Yes, I got it yesterday out of the mail order. Just for you, my love" she taking embrace on him.
They kissed softly, Draco trying to grip her naked butt. It wasn't working, because Hermione would take his hand away from that place.
"You're one bad girl" he said to her, forcing her top off. Hermione screamed like Parvati and/or Lavender.
"Draco, you just ripped it" she said.
"Even better. Move your arms away from your boobs" he ordered sitting closer to her. Hermione didn't do so.
"Please" he added making an adorable face, like when he was young and he wanted ice cream from his father in the winter because his mother didn't let him. Lucius was also really drawn to candy and ice cream (he kept at least one drawer at his bureau filled with candy; of course if there was any space left from the alcohol bottles).
"Okay" Hermione sighed, moving her hands away from her breasts. Draco stared at them for a moment, then with a gently movement, placed his lips onto her nipple. She moaned quickly, and he was already sucking onto her breast.
"You like this, don't you?" he smirked, his breath hitting the tip of Hermione's nipple.
"Can I do it to you?" she asked devilishly.
Draco moved back, leaving her clear way to him. He could feel her mouth moving over the smooth surface of his skin. Those tanks were really starting to annoy him. It wanted to go up, but it couldn't. And the water, massaging every part of his body... he was in heaven.
Draco suddenly grabbed Hermione's head, making it go down lower, he wanted something to... or at least to get blown.
"Draco, are you trying to kill me?" she snarled, letting go of him.
Draco stood stunned for a moment, realising that he was forcing her head down the water.
"I am sorry, I didn't realise."
Hermione shook her head, muttering incoherently.
"I am sorry. I just wanted a blow job badly" he sighed, putting his head on her shoulder.
"It's okay" she replied firmly. "Let's just talk..."
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked.
"Are you going to get your sword?" Hermione asked curiously stroking his hair.
"Of course. I always get what I want" Draco sneered malevolently. Hermione didn't see his image in the mirror in front of them because it was full of water vapour.
"When?"
"Really soon, ma chère..." now Draco's lips curled into a really mean smile.
There was a short silence after which Hermione started again.
"Is the iron maiden really your favourite way to torture people?"
"Yes, it is. When I was little, father decided to educate me about things I'll need. He also likes the iron maiden. To show me how it works, he took one of our enemies and stuck her into it. She was screaming in anguished pain while the metal spikes were driven into her flesh. She died later... and when someone dies, the bottom simply opens and disposes person outside."
"Draco, you think it's right that your father showed you something so morbid and nasty?" Hermione asked in concerned voice, her right hand on his neck.
"Of course" Draco shrugged insolently "didn't your parents teach you stuff like that?"
"Uhm... no. They were really strict about me. If I didn't behave properly I would get grounded and had to stay in my room."
"Only?" Draco suddenly trembled. "There is a bitch called whip with two-way blade. If I'm not good, I am getting it."
"Oh my god" Hermione gasped.
"I am just joking, sheesh" Draco reassured her, now he hugged her, and her head was on his chest. She wasn't very comfortable, but she didn't complain. "Father would never harm me in that way. He occasionally slaps me so hard that I fly on the floor and my nose can't stop bleeding. But he would never whip me or cut me. He says that only sexual perverts do that. I didn't want to comment anything on that."
"Draco, can I ask you something?" Hermione said carefully, getting up and looking in his eyes.
"What is it?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Why do you hate Muggles and Muggle borns?"
"Don's worry about that" he said, kissing her lightly. Then he rose up, took of his trunks and went to have a shower. As Hermione was changing, of course making sure that when she's changing to her underwear that she had a towel around her, she watched Draco take a shower.
He was adorable, a piece of art. She was blushing on his erection while he was totally indifferent that his dick is about to burst. He was taught to control himself.
"It is one of the finest Malfoy organs around, isn't it?" Draco shouted at her over the sounds of water. Cold shiver went through her body upon realising that Draco noticed her staring at him.
"I didn't mean to..."
"Feast your eyes" Draco turned to her, giving her a wide grin. Hermione was now red, and she just had to go to the other side of the bathroom to comb her hair.
She was combing her hair for countless hours and it was done when Draco was fully dressed.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco said, taking her behind the waist and putting his mouth onto her ear.
"What excuse am I going to give Professor Flitwick" Hermione sighed, suddenly feeling guilty for not attending the class.
"I'll get father to talk to him if he makes you any problems" Draco sneered. Hermione scowled.
"Calling your father for everything isn't a solution to a problem" Hermione said smartly.
"Of course it is" Draco smiled unpleasantly, "tell me, do you want to do it?"
"Do what?" Hermione smiled enigmatically, applying powder on her face.
"You know what I'm talking about..." Draco said, snuggling his face into her neck.
"Not now" she said.
The night of the Yule Ball was a final night to execute their plan. It was like a Judgement Day for everyone.
Hermione was sitting calmly at the vanity table, combing her hair. It was sleek and smooth. Behind her, Parvati was putting on her fifth dress, not caring that she's showing around her under garments. Lavender was running around frantically, screaming.
Hermione gave up on asking them to do her make-up. She applied one of the complicated charms and smoky colour appeared over her eyes. Her lips were full and fiercely red.
"Quick, how do I look?" Parvati screamed. Hermione turned around to see her wearing a long pink silky dress that was so tight that you have to cut it to take it off. She actually wouldn't have to it, just to do some magic it would easily come off.
Lavender wore dark plum dress with exposing breasts. "Where's my hair clip?" she was screaming around.
Hermione was the only one to notice the knock on the door. It was no one else then Katie Bell, complaining about the screaming again. After she finished her usual 'Shut the fuck off', she complimented Hermione on how sexy she looked.
"Lavender and I picked it for her" Parvati said, over Lavender's constant noise.
It indeed looked fabulous. It was black and short. And it was simple, no straps, nothing. Enchanting. And nice black shoes with thin heel.
"Well, I'm off to meet Lee Jordan" she said and dashed away, wearing red robes.
Draco was nervously staring at his own reflection in the Slytherin bathroom. He didn't seem to notice Blaise that was angrily banging on the door to let him in because he really need to take piss.
Finally Draco shower some pity to poor Blaise, and let him in.
"Rrgg, even I would go down on you in those black velvet robes" Blaise joked, still pishing.
Draco smiled contentedly, knowing that it's true. Everyone wants to go down on him. From Professor Snape, tiny Professor Flitwick and Angelina Johnson, to Viktor Krum. Only person that possibly wouldn't try anything with him was his father, who was so in love with himself that he would clone himself and go down onto himself. Draco chuckled contentedly remembering his father's word. 'You can be as pretty as you want but remember: I am the most beautiful'.
Lucius would repeat that to Narcissa, who would pretend she doesn't hear him.
"Well you do look pretty adequate, too" Draco said carelessly as Blaise zipped his fly.
"Oh, thank you on such a remarkable compliment" he said sarcastically.
"Good luck with Pansy" Draco added.
"Good luck with the Mudblood" Blaise said closing the bathroom door, leaving Draco to adore himself all by himself.
And he was ready with a condom stack. And the Malfoy organ was ready, too.
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'Looking back, it's so bizarre
It runs in the family
For all the things are'
Level 41, 'Running in the Family'
On the eve of despair
Your recourse to reason
Seems to make no sense at all'
Advocating: none of the characters in the story bellow belong to moi.
__________________________________________________________________________
Hermione was told the entire plan.
She liked the outcome of it, but not the whole idea. A bit too mean towards poor ol' Draco. But c'est la vie. Did Draco have a slightest bit of remorse when she was in hospital, petrified by the Basilisk? No. Simple and vapid no.
Ron still did not deal with the idea of Hermione and Draco. He was walking with Dead, as Lavender was walking hand under hand with Seamus. Parvati and Harry were walking at the end of the row, giggling madly. Hermione found them funny. She was walking side by side with Neville, who seemed to have grown two feet in last two months.
The Slytherins were there already, at the Care of Magical Creatures class. Draco was talking to Crabbe and Goyle; they were sniggering.
Hagrid wasn't out yet. Only Fang ran towards Harry.
Neville was saying to her: "So I really think I finally gained some self confidence... not like I didn't have it before... I got new pair of pyjamas without any teddy bears, bunnies, or kiddie images... and I don't sleep with my night light anymore..."
Draco suddenly approached Hermione and she smiled.
"Sod off, Longbottom" Draco sneered at Neville. Neville opened his eyes fearfully and fled away from Draco and Hermione.
"You shouldn't be so mean to him" Hermione sighed. Draco didn't reply just gave her a 'hello' kiss.
"That was refreshing," Hermione said. Parvati and Lavender were staring at them with their mouth open, among many other people. Ron was apparently really interested in petting Fang.
"And you promise you won't be mean to Hagrid, today?" she asked Draco, as he took her books to carry around for her.
"Was I ever mean to Hagrid?" Draco sighed, adopting that 'Denise the Menace' puppy face.
"Draco, please..." she whined.
"Okay, I'll do my best" Draco sighed just as Hagrid came out of his hut. He looked extremely messy today. Draco immediately knew by the way he's absent that he's on his hang over. That's how his father looked like when he did something previous night. Lucius always used to say to him: 'The only shitty thing about drinking is the hang over'. Draco partially knew what he meant.
Hagrid looked suddenly woken up when he noticed Hermione and Draco holding hands and standing together.
"Today, yer gonna learn about Dragons. Now, unfortunately, I cannot bring a real dragon to school, but we can have a lot of vivid pictures. The dragon we'll study today is Norbert... I mean Norwegian Ridgeback," he said, small tear going down his eye.
Draco chuckled self-satisfactory and commented just for Hermione to hear: "That's an ugly one..."
"Draco" Hermione snapped at him.
Draco scowled tightening his grip on her hand.
At the end of the lesson, Hagrid dismissed everyone accept Hermione. Draco told her he's going to lunch and whispered her in a small voice to meet him at the Quidditch Pitch, twenty minutes before the afternoon classes start. Hermione agreed and followed with her stare as everyone walked away from her.
"What d'ya think yer doin'?" Hagrid asked her.
"Nothing," Hermione said suddenly feeling numb.
"What's the thing between you and Malfoy?" Hagrid narrowed his eyes to slits.
"We are going to Yule Ball together... only that" Hermione answered fearfully. Never has she realised how huge Hagrid is until now.
"Yer gonna go with that bloody stinkin' rat?"
"Hagrid, please, allow me to explain you..."
"There's nothing to be explained... he's not worth ya, Hermione... and don't talk to me anymore..." Hagrid was yelling and then turned around, storming into his hut. Hermione stood there for brief moment, turning around and then fled. So what if she was going out with Draco Malfoy? He was nice to her.
He was at the Quidditch pitch, his hair looking silver under the cool winter sun. It was snowing anymore, only that Draco was cursing 'that blighted snow' that stood everywhere around him.
"Doesn't Quidditch pitch have heating system?" a small voice came behind Draco. He turned to see Hermione Granger standing, her hands on her hips. She apparently heard him swearing.
"Did you read Hogwarts: The History? They cannot put any charm on the Quidditch pitch, because that would screw up the magical border in the air" Draco sighed.
"Actually, I read everything accept that Quidditch related part" Hermione said.
"Well I read only the Quidditch part" he said, approached her, and gave her a kiss.
"Now, I feel better" he smiled. The smile was way too cold to be a smile of liking. But Draco masked it with a smile of pure passions and she couldn't see behind that.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, putting his arms around her.
"What do you mean?" she smiled churlishly.
"We'd both get cold if we started humping here in the snow," Draco's malevolent eyes seemed to shine intensely.
"We can go to the Slytherin change room... or even better, the Gryffindor change room" Hermione smiled. She was the one that was dragging him now.
"What if someone comes in?" Draco protested.
"Don't worry. Nobody will. I spoke to Harry, and he gave me password. Trust me..."
The entered it. Naturally, room was covered in red artefacts. Red benches, red sofas, red lockers, red bathroom door.
Draco took off his Hogwarts robes and cloak and peered around.
"Your bathroom sucks?" he snickered looking around the plain bathroom, with only showers and a Jacuzzi (no pools). Walls were covered in mirrors. There was a mirror in front of the toilet, on every cubicle, so people could catch their face while they were taking their crap out. Fred and George liked discussing their face expressions when they pooped, especially during meals, loudly.
"So, do you think that fifteen minutes is enough to take a quick bath?" Hermione said, a mischievous smile on her lips.
"What do you have next?" Draco asked, taking her closer to him.
"Charms... you?"
"Defence Against the Dark Arts... we can both skip... the DADA teacher loves me... Flitwick won't even notice, that senile fool" he said taking her into a warm kiss.
"I brought you something to wear as we're taking a bath... you know, we don't want to get our underwears wet again" she said playfully, taking a dark pink vinyl swimming tank in front of Draco.
"I am not wearing that" he said instantly.
"I have a thong bikini under" she smiled. Draco made a face and grabbed the underwear. He changed inside one of the toilet cubicles. He could adore his perfect body while he was taking his clothes off. 'You're one sexy bitch, Draco' he said quietly to himself.
He came out, Hermione already in her bikini. She gave a snigger seeing him in dark pink vinyl tank.
"People even wear vinyl bathing stuff?" he asked sceptically sitting down into the nice Jacuzzi.
"Yes, I got it yesterday out of the mail order. Just for you, my love" she taking embrace on him.
They kissed softly, Draco trying to grip her naked butt. It wasn't working, because Hermione would take his hand away from that place.
"You're one bad girl" he said to her, forcing her top off. Hermione screamed like Parvati and/or Lavender.
"Draco, you just ripped it" she said.
"Even better. Move your arms away from your boobs" he ordered sitting closer to her. Hermione didn't do so.
"Please" he added making an adorable face, like when he was young and he wanted ice cream from his father in the winter because his mother didn't let him. Lucius was also really drawn to candy and ice cream (he kept at least one drawer at his bureau filled with candy; of course if there was any space left from the alcohol bottles).
"Okay" Hermione sighed, moving her hands away from her breasts. Draco stared at them for a moment, then with a gently movement, placed his lips onto her nipple. She moaned quickly, and he was already sucking onto her breast.
"You like this, don't you?" he smirked, his breath hitting the tip of Hermione's nipple.
"Can I do it to you?" she asked devilishly.
Draco moved back, leaving her clear way to him. He could feel her mouth moving over the smooth surface of his skin. Those tanks were really starting to annoy him. It wanted to go up, but it couldn't. And the water, massaging every part of his body... he was in heaven.
Draco suddenly grabbed Hermione's head, making it go down lower, he wanted something to... or at least to get blown.
"Draco, are you trying to kill me?" she snarled, letting go of him.
Draco stood stunned for a moment, realising that he was forcing her head down the water.
"I am sorry, I didn't realise."
Hermione shook her head, muttering incoherently.
"I am sorry. I just wanted a blow job badly" he sighed, putting his head on her shoulder.
"It's okay" she replied firmly. "Let's just talk..."
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked.
"Are you going to get your sword?" Hermione asked curiously stroking his hair.
"Of course. I always get what I want" Draco sneered malevolently. Hermione didn't see his image in the mirror in front of them because it was full of water vapour.
"When?"
"Really soon, ma chère..." now Draco's lips curled into a really mean smile.
There was a short silence after which Hermione started again.
"Is the iron maiden really your favourite way to torture people?"
"Yes, it is. When I was little, father decided to educate me about things I'll need. He also likes the iron maiden. To show me how it works, he took one of our enemies and stuck her into it. She was screaming in anguished pain while the metal spikes were driven into her flesh. She died later... and when someone dies, the bottom simply opens and disposes person outside."
"Draco, you think it's right that your father showed you something so morbid and nasty?" Hermione asked in concerned voice, her right hand on his neck.
"Of course" Draco shrugged insolently "didn't your parents teach you stuff like that?"
"Uhm... no. They were really strict about me. If I didn't behave properly I would get grounded and had to stay in my room."
"Only?" Draco suddenly trembled. "There is a bitch called whip with two-way blade. If I'm not good, I am getting it."
"Oh my god" Hermione gasped.
"I am just joking, sheesh" Draco reassured her, now he hugged her, and her head was on his chest. She wasn't very comfortable, but she didn't complain. "Father would never harm me in that way. He occasionally slaps me so hard that I fly on the floor and my nose can't stop bleeding. But he would never whip me or cut me. He says that only sexual perverts do that. I didn't want to comment anything on that."
"Draco, can I ask you something?" Hermione said carefully, getting up and looking in his eyes.
"What is it?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Why do you hate Muggles and Muggle borns?"
"Don's worry about that" he said, kissing her lightly. Then he rose up, took of his trunks and went to have a shower. As Hermione was changing, of course making sure that when she's changing to her underwear that she had a towel around her, she watched Draco take a shower.
He was adorable, a piece of art. She was blushing on his erection while he was totally indifferent that his dick is about to burst. He was taught to control himself.
"It is one of the finest Malfoy organs around, isn't it?" Draco shouted at her over the sounds of water. Cold shiver went through her body upon realising that Draco noticed her staring at him.
"I didn't mean to..."
"Feast your eyes" Draco turned to her, giving her a wide grin. Hermione was now red, and she just had to go to the other side of the bathroom to comb her hair.
She was combing her hair for countless hours and it was done when Draco was fully dressed.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco said, taking her behind the waist and putting his mouth onto her ear.
"What excuse am I going to give Professor Flitwick" Hermione sighed, suddenly feeling guilty for not attending the class.
"I'll get father to talk to him if he makes you any problems" Draco sneered. Hermione scowled.
"Calling your father for everything isn't a solution to a problem" Hermione said smartly.
"Of course it is" Draco smiled unpleasantly, "tell me, do you want to do it?"
"Do what?" Hermione smiled enigmatically, applying powder on her face.
"You know what I'm talking about..." Draco said, snuggling his face into her neck.
"Not now" she said.
The night of the Yule Ball was a final night to execute their plan. It was like a Judgement Day for everyone.
Hermione was sitting calmly at the vanity table, combing her hair. It was sleek and smooth. Behind her, Parvati was putting on her fifth dress, not caring that she's showing around her under garments. Lavender was running around frantically, screaming.
Hermione gave up on asking them to do her make-up. She applied one of the complicated charms and smoky colour appeared over her eyes. Her lips were full and fiercely red.
"Quick, how do I look?" Parvati screamed. Hermione turned around to see her wearing a long pink silky dress that was so tight that you have to cut it to take it off. She actually wouldn't have to it, just to do some magic it would easily come off.
Lavender wore dark plum dress with exposing breasts. "Where's my hair clip?" she was screaming around.
Hermione was the only one to notice the knock on the door. It was no one else then Katie Bell, complaining about the screaming again. After she finished her usual 'Shut the fuck off', she complimented Hermione on how sexy she looked.
"Lavender and I picked it for her" Parvati said, over Lavender's constant noise.
It indeed looked fabulous. It was black and short. And it was simple, no straps, nothing. Enchanting. And nice black shoes with thin heel.
"Well, I'm off to meet Lee Jordan" she said and dashed away, wearing red robes.
Draco was nervously staring at his own reflection in the Slytherin bathroom. He didn't seem to notice Blaise that was angrily banging on the door to let him in because he really need to take piss.
Finally Draco shower some pity to poor Blaise, and let him in.
"Rrgg, even I would go down on you in those black velvet robes" Blaise joked, still pishing.
Draco smiled contentedly, knowing that it's true. Everyone wants to go down on him. From Professor Snape, tiny Professor Flitwick and Angelina Johnson, to Viktor Krum. Only person that possibly wouldn't try anything with him was his father, who was so in love with himself that he would clone himself and go down onto himself. Draco chuckled contentedly remembering his father's word. 'You can be as pretty as you want but remember: I am the most beautiful'.
Lucius would repeat that to Narcissa, who would pretend she doesn't hear him.
"Well you do look pretty adequate, too" Draco said carelessly as Blaise zipped his fly.
"Oh, thank you on such a remarkable compliment" he said sarcastically.
"Good luck with Pansy" Draco added.
"Good luck with the Mudblood" Blaise said closing the bathroom door, leaving Draco to adore himself all by himself.
And he was ready with a condom stack. And the Malfoy organ was ready, too.
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'Looking back, it's so bizarre
It runs in the family
For all the things are'
Level 41, 'Running in the Family'