Okay, this is ur little sex bit, except that I am so totally crap at
writing that, not 2 mention the fact it feels really weird writing it, u'll
just have 2 ignore that fact it's crap and just come to the assumption they
slept together and that's it. K?
"Aunt Marina! I'm back!" Hermione yelled as she walked in the door.
"Good. Any luck?"
"Lots. Here's your card back."
"Did you max it?"
"Would I? No. But I'm glad you're not strapped for cash. There were these gorgeous boots. Then there were the trousers. Plus the new skirt and top. There was that lovely suede full-length coat."
"Enough!" Marina said with a laugh.
"Kidding about the coat. Got a nice jacket though."
"I'm glad for you. You need to get ready though, Draco's been moaning about how long it takes you to shop, and now he's got to complain about how long it takes to get ready."
"Yes ma'am." Hermione dutifully headed up the stairs, carrying all her bags.
She opened the door, nudging it wide with her shoulder.
"Finally!" Draco exclaimed, jumping off the bed. "How long do you take?"
"Long enough for me to get something to wear. Out. I need to get ready."
"We've got two hours!" Draco protested.
"Exactly. Now shoo!" Draco grabbed his book and let Hermione shepherd him out the door. She smiled at him, then shut it in his face.
An hour and a half later, Hermione stood in front of her full-length mirror and frowned.
She was wearing a black wrap around miniskirt, knee high lace up boots with 2-inch heels, a black crop top with a red net shirt over the top. Her hair was in a high ponytail, pulled back from her face and tumbling down her back. Her makeup was black and red, with red eyeshadow and deep red lipstick and black eyeliner and mascara. Her nails were still black and red from a couple of weeks ago, and she had rough wooden black bead bracelets on.
"Hmm. It's missing something." Hermione saw Marina standing in the doorway, reflected by the mirror. "I know." Marina disappeared and returned a minute later carrying a black hematite choker. She fastened it around Hermione's neck, and patted her shoulders. "There you go, hon, now get downstairs before Draco goes without you."
"Let him try it." Hermione said with a grin. "Thanks Aunt Marina." Hermione kissed her on the cheek and then ran past her and down the stairs.
She saw Draco sitting on the couch, channel surfing. "You gonna sit there all night?" Draco jumped up and very obviously let his eyes roam up and down her outfit.
"Enough Draco. We have to go." Hermione said briskly. She kept her eyes off him, although her initial glance was enough to set her heart pounding. Damn, he was fit!
"Says you, who have just spent an hour and a half getting ready." Draco sneered.
"Get over it." Hermione shot back. Draco opened the door and bowed.
"Milady?" He asked politely. Hermione chuckled.
"You are such a bloody idiot." She said. He raised an eyebrow and she nodded. He rolled his eyes then pulled her towards him and kissed her soundly. When he drew back, Hermione smiled. "I change my mind."
"Good." Draco said smugly. Hermione hit him, and then stuck her wand hand out to hail the Knight Bus. It appeared, bright purple as always, and Hermione and Draco got on and sat down on one of the beds, and waited as they appeared in some country place far from anywhere.
"Finally! I thought we would never get here!" Draco muttered as he and Hermione got off the bus.
"Don't be a baby. We're not even that late." Hermione said, walking past him towards the entrance to the club. Draco rolled her eyes and followed her in.
The club was dimly lit, and shadows ruled. Smoke danced in front of the few lights there were, a heavy mist in the club. The music was very loud, and Hermione felt at once nervous and confident at the same time. Draco's arm slipped around her nearly bare waist.
"You okay?" he half-yelled in her ear.
"Great!" She yelled back. The two of them made their way over to the bar, and sat on the barstools. The club wasn't overly full yet, but the night was barely started.
"What do you want?" the bartender asked. He wasn't bad looking, Hermione noticed.
"Beer." Draco said.
"Watermelon Bacardi breezer." Hermione added. Draco looked at her inquisitively. "I start light. Stops me having a huge hangover." Draco shrugged.
"If you say so." Draco said. He paid the bartender, and he and Hermione sat holding the bottles as they watched the few people on the dance floor.
"I do."
Two hours later, Hermione was intoxicated enough that her normal prudent barriers were ready to be crossed. Draco, who had no such barriers, watched in amusement as a slow smile slid over Hermione's face at the song.
It was 'Is this Real?' by Lisa Hall. Hermione pulled Draco out onto the dance floor, leaving the bottles behind on the bar. The two of them danced up to each other, performing shameless moves that, if Hermione had been any less intoxicated, would have made her blush. Both of them enjoyed themselves, Hermione far more than she would like to admit.
"Uh oh." Draco murmured in Hermione's ear as his hands strayed over her body while enjoying the feel of her back against his chest.
"What?" Hermione whispered.
"Potty's here." Hermione stiffened. "Don't let him get to you baby."
"He was my friend for so long." Hermione muttered.
"I know hun, but you can't base your life around him, okay?"
"I know." The song changed to Trapt: When all is Said and Done, and Hermione pulled away from Draco a little so she could dance better. Draco forced down his twinge of disappointment. "Smile love." Hermione chided, and Draco smiled obligingly.
They passed the rest of the night dancing, drinking and dancing. After that first mention of Harry neither Draco nor Hermione thought about him, although Hermione was initially a bit annoyed that Harry seemed quite at home at Dark Angels and yet had never brought her here.
The two of them stumbled, fairly drunk, into Marina's house at around 4am. They made it halfway up the stairs before Hermione tripped. Giggling insanely, Hermione sat on the stairs while Draco stood above her and watched. "Come on 'Mione." He said finally, offering his hand.
"Coming." Hermione stood up, still clutching Draco's hand, and walked towards their room, pulling Draco behind her. She opened the door and pulled him through, turning and kissing him before he'd even gotten through the door. He reacted immediately, his arms wrapping around her and pulling closer while his tongue probed her mouth. Hermione twined her fingers in his hair, holding his mouth against her and grinding her hips against him.
"Hermione." Draco groaned as she pulled away for air. His hands slid down her sides, over her hips, holding her as tight against him as possible.
"Hmm?" Draco's mouth moved to her neck, and Hermione let her head fall back, exposing her neck to him more fully.
"You sure about this?" He pulled back and looked her in the eye. Hermione felt herself sinking in the grey depths and pulled herself back sharply.
"Never been more sure in my life." Hermione whispered. Draco leaned down and kissed her, and slipped his fingers under the hem of her top, and began working it up as Hermione undid the buttons of his black shirt. He pulled the two tops over Hermione's head and she slipped the black shirt off his shoulders, revealing his very nice Quidditch playing chest.
He claimed her mouth, and let his hands trail down her sides to the fastening to her miniskirt, while her fingers worked busily on belt buckle and then the fastening of his black jeans. Draco walked her backwards, until the back of her legs hit the bed and she fell back, Draco on top of her.
The rest of their clothes soon were discarded, and Hermione was experiencing a wealth of feelings that were previously denied to her virgin self. It was fairly obvious Draco wasn't a virgin - okay, it was blatantly, blindly stick-it-up-in-neon-letters obvious that Draco wasn't a virgin, which more than made up for Hermione's lack of expertise.
In short, neither got much sleep that night.
Done! Yes, I know that was an incredibly bad little bit, but you'll just have to get over it. But I know what's gonna happen in the future, which is kinda cool, so just bear with me.
"Aunt Marina! I'm back!" Hermione yelled as she walked in the door.
"Good. Any luck?"
"Lots. Here's your card back."
"Did you max it?"
"Would I? No. But I'm glad you're not strapped for cash. There were these gorgeous boots. Then there were the trousers. Plus the new skirt and top. There was that lovely suede full-length coat."
"Enough!" Marina said with a laugh.
"Kidding about the coat. Got a nice jacket though."
"I'm glad for you. You need to get ready though, Draco's been moaning about how long it takes you to shop, and now he's got to complain about how long it takes to get ready."
"Yes ma'am." Hermione dutifully headed up the stairs, carrying all her bags.
She opened the door, nudging it wide with her shoulder.
"Finally!" Draco exclaimed, jumping off the bed. "How long do you take?"
"Long enough for me to get something to wear. Out. I need to get ready."
"We've got two hours!" Draco protested.
"Exactly. Now shoo!" Draco grabbed his book and let Hermione shepherd him out the door. She smiled at him, then shut it in his face.
An hour and a half later, Hermione stood in front of her full-length mirror and frowned.
She was wearing a black wrap around miniskirt, knee high lace up boots with 2-inch heels, a black crop top with a red net shirt over the top. Her hair was in a high ponytail, pulled back from her face and tumbling down her back. Her makeup was black and red, with red eyeshadow and deep red lipstick and black eyeliner and mascara. Her nails were still black and red from a couple of weeks ago, and she had rough wooden black bead bracelets on.
"Hmm. It's missing something." Hermione saw Marina standing in the doorway, reflected by the mirror. "I know." Marina disappeared and returned a minute later carrying a black hematite choker. She fastened it around Hermione's neck, and patted her shoulders. "There you go, hon, now get downstairs before Draco goes without you."
"Let him try it." Hermione said with a grin. "Thanks Aunt Marina." Hermione kissed her on the cheek and then ran past her and down the stairs.
She saw Draco sitting on the couch, channel surfing. "You gonna sit there all night?" Draco jumped up and very obviously let his eyes roam up and down her outfit.
"Enough Draco. We have to go." Hermione said briskly. She kept her eyes off him, although her initial glance was enough to set her heart pounding. Damn, he was fit!
"Says you, who have just spent an hour and a half getting ready." Draco sneered.
"Get over it." Hermione shot back. Draco opened the door and bowed.
"Milady?" He asked politely. Hermione chuckled.
"You are such a bloody idiot." She said. He raised an eyebrow and she nodded. He rolled his eyes then pulled her towards him and kissed her soundly. When he drew back, Hermione smiled. "I change my mind."
"Good." Draco said smugly. Hermione hit him, and then stuck her wand hand out to hail the Knight Bus. It appeared, bright purple as always, and Hermione and Draco got on and sat down on one of the beds, and waited as they appeared in some country place far from anywhere.
"Finally! I thought we would never get here!" Draco muttered as he and Hermione got off the bus.
"Don't be a baby. We're not even that late." Hermione said, walking past him towards the entrance to the club. Draco rolled her eyes and followed her in.
The club was dimly lit, and shadows ruled. Smoke danced in front of the few lights there were, a heavy mist in the club. The music was very loud, and Hermione felt at once nervous and confident at the same time. Draco's arm slipped around her nearly bare waist.
"You okay?" he half-yelled in her ear.
"Great!" She yelled back. The two of them made their way over to the bar, and sat on the barstools. The club wasn't overly full yet, but the night was barely started.
"What do you want?" the bartender asked. He wasn't bad looking, Hermione noticed.
"Beer." Draco said.
"Watermelon Bacardi breezer." Hermione added. Draco looked at her inquisitively. "I start light. Stops me having a huge hangover." Draco shrugged.
"If you say so." Draco said. He paid the bartender, and he and Hermione sat holding the bottles as they watched the few people on the dance floor.
"I do."
Two hours later, Hermione was intoxicated enough that her normal prudent barriers were ready to be crossed. Draco, who had no such barriers, watched in amusement as a slow smile slid over Hermione's face at the song.
It was 'Is this Real?' by Lisa Hall. Hermione pulled Draco out onto the dance floor, leaving the bottles behind on the bar. The two of them danced up to each other, performing shameless moves that, if Hermione had been any less intoxicated, would have made her blush. Both of them enjoyed themselves, Hermione far more than she would like to admit.
"Uh oh." Draco murmured in Hermione's ear as his hands strayed over her body while enjoying the feel of her back against his chest.
"What?" Hermione whispered.
"Potty's here." Hermione stiffened. "Don't let him get to you baby."
"He was my friend for so long." Hermione muttered.
"I know hun, but you can't base your life around him, okay?"
"I know." The song changed to Trapt: When all is Said and Done, and Hermione pulled away from Draco a little so she could dance better. Draco forced down his twinge of disappointment. "Smile love." Hermione chided, and Draco smiled obligingly.
They passed the rest of the night dancing, drinking and dancing. After that first mention of Harry neither Draco nor Hermione thought about him, although Hermione was initially a bit annoyed that Harry seemed quite at home at Dark Angels and yet had never brought her here.
The two of them stumbled, fairly drunk, into Marina's house at around 4am. They made it halfway up the stairs before Hermione tripped. Giggling insanely, Hermione sat on the stairs while Draco stood above her and watched. "Come on 'Mione." He said finally, offering his hand.
"Coming." Hermione stood up, still clutching Draco's hand, and walked towards their room, pulling Draco behind her. She opened the door and pulled him through, turning and kissing him before he'd even gotten through the door. He reacted immediately, his arms wrapping around her and pulling closer while his tongue probed her mouth. Hermione twined her fingers in his hair, holding his mouth against her and grinding her hips against him.
"Hermione." Draco groaned as she pulled away for air. His hands slid down her sides, over her hips, holding her as tight against him as possible.
"Hmm?" Draco's mouth moved to her neck, and Hermione let her head fall back, exposing her neck to him more fully.
"You sure about this?" He pulled back and looked her in the eye. Hermione felt herself sinking in the grey depths and pulled herself back sharply.
"Never been more sure in my life." Hermione whispered. Draco leaned down and kissed her, and slipped his fingers under the hem of her top, and began working it up as Hermione undid the buttons of his black shirt. He pulled the two tops over Hermione's head and she slipped the black shirt off his shoulders, revealing his very nice Quidditch playing chest.
He claimed her mouth, and let his hands trail down her sides to the fastening to her miniskirt, while her fingers worked busily on belt buckle and then the fastening of his black jeans. Draco walked her backwards, until the back of her legs hit the bed and she fell back, Draco on top of her.
The rest of their clothes soon were discarded, and Hermione was experiencing a wealth of feelings that were previously denied to her virgin self. It was fairly obvious Draco wasn't a virgin - okay, it was blatantly, blindly stick-it-up-in-neon-letters obvious that Draco wasn't a virgin, which more than made up for Hermione's lack of expertise.
In short, neither got much sleep that night.
Done! Yes, I know that was an incredibly bad little bit, but you'll just have to get over it. But I know what's gonna happen in the future, which is kinda cool, so just bear with me.