A/N: Wow, what a response! Ever since I picked up Shaelune again, I've been realizing I wanted to write an uninhibited, FUN H/Dr fic. I mean, it's never gonna happen in the books, so what's the point of making it true to canon? Hermione is just a cool person who's unable to express it to other people, and confidence lets her do that so I gave her some. I'm REALLY enjoying writing this story I hope y'all are enjoying reading it! Reviewer responses at the end!
On with the fic
-ONE LESSON LEFT-
LESSON TWO: HASTE MAKES WASTE UM, YEAH. RIGHT. WHATEVER.
I really, really hated Harry right now.
The potion, if it was possible, smelled worse than the first time, and the blond hairs swimming in its gelatinous, jaundice depths didn't make it any more appealing. Moaning Myrtle was nowhere to be found; the clear, wintry moon streamed in through the skylight but didn't do much to light the dark bathroom. The cracked mirrors reflected my disgusted expression back at me, and I gazed, revolted, at the Polyjuice before holding my nose and tossing it back into my throat.
I felt the sudden urge to vomit as my knees gave out and I knelt, holding to the cold porcelain of the sink as my skin bubbled and stretched painfully. My scalp ached as my hair sprang from curly to straight, my eyes stung as they shifted from soft brown to dark, chilled blue, and my stomach shrank and breasts grew before my eyes.
Then, in an elastic yank and spurt of warm liquid, I sat back in pain and quickly pulled up my robes, then looked down at the floor between my legs. Blood was trickling from me. I clapped a hand over my mouth.
Apparently, Millicent Bulstrode's cat had been a virgin.
Pansy Parkinson most certainly was not.
I'd had Harry and Ron take care of the real Pansy; as far as I knew, she was currently lying unconscious in the aforementioned girls' bathroom, covered with the Cloak. With a few adjustments, I had extended the length of the potion's effectiveness to about five hours, which should serve my purposes well.
Pansy's skirt was even shorter than mine, her oxford stretched tighter over my new breasts, and the robe so small it could only be buttoned just below her push-up bra. "What a slut," I muttered, adjusting the skirt's hem and running a hand through my blonde hair. I was at the door of the Slytherin common room- what was the password?
Suddenly, the gargoyle blocking the dungeon door cracked and moved a slight inch forward before rumbling to life, stretching its stone-veined wings to their impressive, six-foot expanse. Its eyes sparked to life.
"Pansy Parkinson," it growled appraisingly, looking me up and down. "Fifth year. Sixteen years old. Mother: Patricia Parkinson. Father: Osric Parkinson. Residence: Parkinson Plantation. Favorite col.."
I wanted nothing more than to sit here for a few minutes and listen to this statue reel off all the personal facts about the girl I was pretending to be, but a part of me began to realize that Pansy wouldn't do that, and it was more important to be her than to learn about her.
"Stop," I said imperiously, holding up a slim, ring-laden hand. The gargoyle sullenly bent his head in the middle of listing the names and breeds of Pansy's fish (she had several hundred, apparently, all exotic and Asian) and froze once more before sinking into the ground. Once he had vanished into the dark space below, a green-lit doorway was revealed, framed by columns boasting thin snakes twined around them.
The Slytherin Common Room had always been something of a coming attraction for me. Harry and Ron had gotten to see it while I'd been stuck in the infirmary having my bum waxed, and hadn't even bothered to take pictures or anything. So sensitive and caring, those two.
It was high and cavernous and cold, the exact opposite of the warm and comfortable peace of Gryffindor's blazing fire and cozy armchairs. A fire was lit beneath the arched mantle in one corner, but the light from the domed emerald lamps hanging on thick chains turned its flickering flames eerily green.
Draco Malfoy was leaning against that mantle, a goblet of dark liquid cradled casually between his fingers. The firelight gave his face a striking, mature shadow that sent his silver eyes into jewel-like sparkles. The three other fifth-year Slytherin boys were arranged on the three black leather sofas, with their respective girlfriends' arms entwined about them. They were all silent, except for Draco and Blaise, who were speaking so quietly I couldn't hear them.
Desdemona Moon, who was just as slutty as Pansy but less aloof, was straddling Blaise's lap; what little skirt she had on had ridden up to her hips, so that the tops of her thigh-high stockings were plainly visible. Facing her boyfriend, she had turned her head, red hair swinging onto her white shirt, so that she could hear his conversation with Draco.
Suddenly, Blaise reached behind the couch and pulled a metallic, glittering case onto his lap. I noticed smugly that this forced Desdemona to settle for sticking one of her legs in between his and begin licking his ear. I shuddered and got closer; as Blaise opened the case, all the Slytherins leaned forward.
What are they, a fucking mafia?
I broke the tension quickly by inhaling deeply and walking into the group, pulling Draco upward, wrapping one high-heeled foot around his shin and placing my tongue in very close proximity to his tonsils. He kissed back, a little surprised but very willing, and even when he broke apart to return his attention to the suitcase, kept his arm wrapped around me. I had to admit that it was a nice feeling.
Desdemona cleared her throat, obviously jealous that I'd stolen her best girlfriend' title for the moment. I smirked at her and ground my hips briefly against Draco's; he ran a hand through his hair and turned back to the suitcase, which Blaise was impatiently holding halfway-open.
"As I was saying," the dark-haired Slytherin continued, glaring at me but also smiling amusedly, "this is the brand that He will use on the inside of our forearms."
I froze as Blaise held up a long-handled, black iron brand, with a skull-and-snake imprinted on its end. It seemed to glow green and hot, even though it was obviously cool to the touch.
"What'd you have to do to get that, Zabini?" I jumped a little when Draco spoke, since I hadn't heard him yet.
"I just borrowed it- my father keeps it between initiations. No one has to know."
Draco's mouth set in discontent; I suddenly felt that I had gotten further into this than I had ever meant to. All I was doing was spying on the Quidditch team, not infiltrating Voldemort's ranks. This was Harry-and-Ron territory, not mine.
After the meeting, which had mostly consisted of gruesome speculation on the part of Pansy's fellow Slytherins about their initiation into the Death Eatery, as I'd taken to calling it, Draco, his arm still around me, wheeled around into a room off the main one and locked the door. It was dark, lit only by three torches on either side of it, and small; one couch was situated across from a fireplace, and a polished-wood bar extended from one wall to the other. Draco let go of me to pour himself a fresh drink, tossing the old one into the rubbish bin for the house-elves to collect.
"You were late," he said after a while, calmly.
He obviously wanted an explanation. Cleverly, I decided not to give him one. "Erm, yes, I was."
He looked at me suddenly; I averted my eyes. "Why?"
"Detention with Professor McGonagall." Truthfully, I had seen McGonagall detain Pansy, and figured it was plausible enough, as she was not the best student in the world.
Draco was silent for another long moment; deciding to rely upon Pansy's Slut-O-Matic switch, as it seemed to get her everywhere, I hopped lithely onto the top of the bar, facing Draco, and swung my legs over the side, letting one fall on either side of his hips. They shone in the torchlight; his eyes ran up them slowly, deliberately. I let my head fall backwards, and golden hair that wasn't mine spilled onto the bar.
Great conversationalist, this one, I thought as he smoothly unfastened Pansy's robes and they slid quietly to the ground, then quickly, deftly unbuttoned her shirt. Judging from the way he was removing it and beginning work on her skirt, I figured he generally was manly and stubborn and Pansy was generally girly and submissive.
Before I knew it, I was wearing nothing but a very helpful bra and a pair of underwear that as far as one could see had no purpose but to look slutty; judging by the way Draco's pants were not exactly loose in the groin area, they did the job nicely. Both were made of virginal black lace.
As he carried me over to the couch and soon rid himself of his own clothes, I realized that I had discovered the way to have sex and remain a virgin. I am a genius, I thought happily, and kissed the hottest guy in Hogwarts back with renewed fervor. Bye-bye, bookish, mousy Hermione. Hello, glamorous, experienced spy!
A/N: So, you like? I hope you like as much as you liked the last chapter!
Chase- Here you are! (I hope- less sex, more conversation eh)
Draco's One And Only- Thanks! Um, I don't think she will Harry was the one who wanted to know, remember? All that's going to happen in the next chapter.
A.J. Riddle- Um okay heh heh
JaceMia- Well, she knew she'd be back to finish the job
Freaker- Okay, I will, if you like it that much!
Sugar- Hope I didn't let you down!
Cessa- Yeah, Blaise has always seemed like he should be a guy to me I don't know why. But guy Blaise is just as slutty as girl Blaise, as we will be finding out soon! Thanks for the props!
Cammy- Okay!
Valerie- All right
Lindsey- Um, I wasn't exactly going for cute, but thanks anyway!
Asd- Thanks, I will!
Zira- Heh well, it's not like Draco can't relieve himself elsewhere heh
M- Yeah, I said it would be, thanks!
Candice- Is that quick enough? It took me a couple days to write.
Emma- Okay!
Fiery Slut- Um actually, that was about it for the smutty stuff
Caitie- Of course I'm not ending it! I love this fic!
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