Who We Settle For...And Who We Are Meant For
Chapter Two
Dreams, Preparations For the Ball & First Heated Round
Last Time:
Hermione laughed loudly. "Lets just say it took one night, one bed, a condom, and Ron." Ginny's face paled dramatically and she made a barfing noise from her mouth. "Can I ask you a question, now?" Without waiting for Ginny to reply, Hermione's eyes took on a curious competitive glint, "How many OWLs did you get?"
Seeing the glint in Hermione's eyes, Ginny closed the door a bit, then peered out from behind it, smiling, her eyes proud and inched with triumph. "Since you asked," she said, looking directly at Hermione as she turned to leave, "Twenty." Ginny shut the door just in time to see Hermione freeze in her tracks on the outside.
Author's Note: Its my job to warn you that this chapter has, uhm, things that children aren't supposed to read. There is atleast one sex scene in this chapter, so if you're not allowed to read that stuff, don't read it. As for those who are allowed. The story gets a bit heated from here, hence the title of the chapter. Not exactly sure if there'll be some Draco-Ginny one on one in the game, yet. There's something else though, which is probably just as good.
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You make me angry
And I know I anger you, too
But I just can't find a reason
To begin hating you
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Draco Malfoy was perturbed as he lay on his bed the next morning trying to outstare the ceiling. He knew it was hopeless, he knew that even Draco Malfoy could not stare at a ceiling long enough for it to blink, but somehow he thought he could do it. Some part of him, the part that made him so cold towards every one, was telling him he could, and that if he did, it would overlook the fact that he had had a very disturbing dream last night-and enjoyed it. This part of him kept him alone, and bitter, cold and hateful. It made him despise Potter and Weasley and all they stood for, and made him scorn Granger with every fibre of his being. The same Granger who probably still lay in bed in the next room over. It was the part of him that had been drilled into his head by none other than Lucius Mafloy, his own father. Lucius was the reason Draco stood alone in corridors and stalked away to classes, spent most of his time alone and was always bitter to any one who dared cross his way. Lucius was the reason Draco could never be himself, and so for that Draco hated his father, hated what his father had done to him, and hated himself. Yes, the proud, arrogant bastard that pictured Draco perfectly hated himelf. He was everything his father wanted, and since Draco hated his father and every he stood for, he hated himself as well.
But Draco did not hate the dream he had had last night. Yes, the part of his brain that was his father's son hated it, but the actual Draco didn't. Draco had come in late last night, after Granger's little meeting with the sixth and seventh years. He had spent a while wandering the halls and had knocked into none other than Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin Slut. So, seeing her there, he had taken advantage of the situation and asked her back to his room. After that, it had been quick and satisfying. Draco didn't want Pansy to enjoy it, so he had just catored for himself. He had been finished with her within minutes. If she hadn't been so stretched out, it probably would have been seconds. All he had wanted was a quick fuck, and after informing her of that, she had left, in tears. What had she expected? Slow, soothing and filled with love? That was the last thing Draco would give her, or any other girl. He was only in it for the pleasure. It felt good, and that was that. When he was doing it all he wanted was to satisfy himself. The only thing he made sure of was that she was willing because he wasn't a rapist, then he would get it over with. He didn't do it much, actually. Only once in a while when he was feeling particularily down, or weird. It always boosted his spirits, seeing some one beneath him holding on for dare life, face scrunched up in pain, or in extascy. Then there was the matter of virgins. Draco simply did not do virgins. That was too much of a commitment, to him. With virgins you had to make sure it felt good. Draco wasn't in for that. It wasn't his deal.
So after he was done with Pansy and she had left, he had been tired. It was amazing how a few minutes of pleasure and extreme motion could tire you like that. Then sleep had come to him, fast and mind-blowing, like a rock just being dropped over his face. Then the dream had come with it. Everything was in black and white and Draco was looking up into the face of a girl, his hands securely gripping her waist. She was naked, and so was he, but he couldn't see her face, since it was covered in long, wavey hair. The color was an absolute mystery to him. It was neither dark, nor was it light. He was in extascy, and so was she. It was slow and wonderful, every part of his body stimulated by it. It was then Draco realized that he was dreaming of making love. This wasn't sex, or a quick fuck. This was done purely out of love. The connection he had felt with this beautiful girl then, the girl that was riding him, instead of the other way around, was mind-blowing, more so than the sleep that still engulfed him. He ran his hands along her shoulders, down her back, then over her erect nipples and down over her flat stomach, feeling her shudder beneath his touch. She moaned in pleasure and Draco smiled, his eyes closed. Her skin was silky soft, and he could see that it was pale as milk. Everything felt so real, so wonderful, better than anything Pansy, or any other Slytherin girl could give him. There were freckles scattered over her skin, he observed as she continued to move slowly and sensually. Finally she began to quicken her pace, grunts and moans escaping her parted lips. Faster, harder. Draco met her every thrust, wanting to make this as good for her as he knew it would be for him. Then she threw her head back in a final moan and that was it. Draco was slightly aware that he hadn't reached his peak, but he watched as she did and finally came himself. She collasped ontop of him, worn out. He hugged her close, her body against his, her breathing slowing with his. Finally she rose her head from where it had been resting on his shoulder, a smile on her face. Everything was still in black and white, but as she looked at him, Draco reeled in shock. He knew this girl, he knew her eyes, which were the only color in his dream. A shockingly intense ice blue.
Then he had woken up, and here he was, still laying there, tired, puzzled and perturbed by the dream. He was too tired to even get up and go take a shower, even though he was slightly aware of a sticky substance in his pants. He knew that girl. He had seen her merely minutes before he'd found Pansy. He had looked right at her when all eyes had been on him and had drank in every feature of her beautiful face that was possible within a second. Then he had snapped back to reality and uttered the words, "Fine, I'm in." And that had been that. But why was he dreaming of her? Why was he dreaming of her in that way? The stickiness in his boxers were becoming annoying. He rolled out of bed, his feet giving way beneath as he fell in a heap to the ground with a loud thump. "Fuck," he murmered and righted himself, walking slowly to the bathroom. These kinds of things didn't usually happen to him. He didn't dream of girls. There was never a need since he was usually quite sexually satisfied. If he wasn't, all he had to do was pull Pansy into a dark corridor and it would be done. Draco sighed. If his father found out he'd be skinned alive. He was strictly restricted to the Slytherin girls, and once in a while a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Not Gryffundors, though. That was against the rules.
Draco sighed again. He'd have to go convince himself he hated her. Just like he hated every one else. Yes, thats what he'd do. Today was the first day of the Hallowe'en Masquerade Ball preparations. If he wasn't mistaken she was a Prefect, so she'd most likely be there helping. All he had to do was piss her off, get her angry, make her hate him so that he'd have a reason to hate her back. It was that simple.
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Ginny reached the Hall in which the Ball was to be held rather late the next day. None of the other girls had bothered to wake her, and, when asked why, they answered, "You looked so peaceful." When she reached the Hall, she was shocked at the amount they had already gotten done: absolutely nothing. The Prefects and Heads were standing there, looking around at the vast hall in wonder and awe, each thinking, 'How are we going to get this done?' Even Hermione seemed at a loss.
Ginny managed a quick, sly glance at Malfoy-for what reason she knew not- then snapped them out of their reverie, "People, if you're finished gazing up at the ceiling, I'll remind you we actually have to do something." Every one's eyes landed on Ginny, and she could feel Malfoy as he glared at her. It was unnerving, as Hermione had said. Those empty, cold grey-blue eyes staring at you unmercifully. She shook it off and instead, seeing neither the Head Boy, nor the Head Girl were in the position to do anything, she took charge, again surprising herself with how bold she could be. Usually Ginny would stand by and watch, waiting for orders. She wasn't quite doing that now, was she? "Any one have any ideas?" she questioned absentmindedly looking over the place. 'There could be a food table over there,' she thought, picturing it in her mind, 'Jack O'Lanterns floating in the air, like what they do for the feast...Mmmhh, a huge moon as the light source that could go on the ceiling...Black and orange streamers...' She looked to the crowd who were gathered together behind her. "Fine," she said aloud, "But I have some ideas. I'll need the Heads to approve of them though..." And with that she began telling, explaining and pointing out some of the possibilities for decorating the hall. Ginny's ideas spurred some worthy thoughts in the heads of every one else, and soon the hall was bustling with voices directed at either Ginny, who had become kind of like a spokes person, Hermione, and for the Slytherin Prefects, Malfoy.
By the time lunchtime came around, the decorations for the hall had pretty much been planned out. Some ideas were uncertain, and others were confirmed definetly and just had to be obtained. As Ginny exited the hall with Hermione, she came to the conclusion that once the hard part was done, the hall would look great and would probably be worth all the effort that would have to be put forth.
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Draco stood leaning against the door frame watching as Granger and Weasley walked towards him, towards the only exit of the hall. Weasley was looking happy, satisfied with herself for getting pretty much all of the arrangements done. Granger was looking happy, too, but Draco wasn't in the mood to foil her day. He wanted to foil the Weaslette's. She was so happy, so perfect in every way that it angered him and made his stomach flip in a way it never did before at the same time. And the fact that she could sneak her way into his dreams. That angered him even more, yet filled him with a slight air of, strangely, happiness. At least it wasn't Granger. 'Its now or never,' he thought stepping forward to block the two girls' path. "Hello Granger and Weasel," he said evilly, putting on his wicked smirk.
"Outta the way," Granger commanded airily, apparently thinking that she had some control over him. That made him laugh a laugh that suited his trademark smirk all too well.
"Don't really think thats going to get me to move," he said mocking pity at her while watching her directly in the eye. He turned to the Weaslette, who was watching him just as intently as had been watching her through out the whole preparation time. Her blood red hair was falling into her face, contrasting deeply with her intense blue eyes and pale face. Already in her eyes Malfoy saw the beginning of what would soon become a dangerous flame, and strangely, he was looking forward to being the one to ignite it. "So Weasley," he said, moving a bit closer to her, leaning in so, secretly, maybe even unknown to himself, he could be closer to her. To his dislike and strange delight, she smelt like strawberries. "Has your father made enough money to get you and your family out of that dump of a house you call home?" That was the only thing he could hold against her that would work. She was poor, he was rich.
He could see that hit the spot. Her eyes immiediatly flared up in defence of her family, and to his surprise, he found himself thinking that she looked even more beautiful when she as angry. Like a tigress ready to strike her prey. To his discomfort, goosebumps rose all over his skin as a result of thinking who the 'prey' exactly was. "No, and has your father sewed back on his balls so he could start fucking your mother again?" she countered, surprising both Granger and Draco with her harsh words.
Now it was Draco's turn to flare up. He may not have liked his father, but any comment about his mother was too much for him. Ginny saw this with satisfaction, and, before he could start anything more, she grabbed Hermione's hand and pushed past him with surprising speed and agility, dragging Hermione with her. Draco stood there for a second. Had the Weaslette just insulted him and gotten away with it? His usually pale face flushed with anger, and he stalked angrily away, furious with himself that he had just let her walk away from him like that. He had acted almost helpless, which was not something Malfoys did. Malfoys were never helpless.
As he sauntered away, Draco tried to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Yes, he was furious, but still, his fury was not the one feeling that had been continually evading him when it came to her. From the time he had set eyes on her in that little meeting Granger had gathered them up for, that feeling had vanished. Every time he looked at her, he was reminded of it, but it never came to him. He had seen the Weaslette about before, but just not in the way he was seeing her now. The feeling that was just on the reaches of his mind, at the tips of his fingers, at the very point of his tongue...that feeling was hate.
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Once both girls reached the safety of the Gryffindor Common Room, they both burst out laughing. Hermione began to laugh so hard she had to sit down and clutch at her stomach, feebly. "Oh, girl," she said, still laughing as tears came to her eyes, "You-you got him good!" Ginny continued laughing, though not as hard as Hermione. She was both surprised and content with the fact that she had just badly pissed Malfoy off. She was beginning to like showing people her other side, though one person who wasn't going to be liking it was Malfoy. But even as she continued to laugh, she couldn't help but think of how cute he had looked when he was angry. 'No, Ginny,' she told herself, 'Malfoy did not look cute.' Still she thought about it. Still she remembered the way he had leaned in closer to her, his grey-blue eyes cool and calm, dangerous almost, and his silvery-blond hair falling into them in a way that he did indeed make her stomach flip.
She pushed, with some difficulty, those thoughts out of her head. She had no idea why they were even there. They weren't supposed to be there, and Ginny was beginning to think that some how all this show-your-other-side business was getting to her head and messing it up. Sighing she said to Hermione, no longer laughing, "What time is it?"
Hermione calmed down a great deal, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes before checking her wristwatch, then answering, "A bit past one. Why?"
Ginny's eyes widened. She had promised to meet Noah and Stepha at the lake for one. "Oh no," she muttered, grabbing her cloak, then looking outside at the bright, sunny day before discarding it. "I gotta go," and with that, Ginny sped outside of the portrait hole faster than Hermione could ask again.
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Stepha didn't show up at the lake that day, at their regular meeting place under the huge oak tree. Ginny's first reaction was to say, "She probably forgot or got caught up in some homework or somthing like that." But as the day dragged on, both Noah and Ginny grew a sense of forbiding. It hung over them like an invisible layer of skin surpressing their spirits. Ginny tried to lighten the mood by telling Noah what had happen with Malfoy, but the only thing that earned was a slight smile from him. Ginny knew Noah wouldn't have laughed even if Stepha had been here, but this slight smile said more than he was letting on. It showed her clearly his worry for Stepha, his knowledge that all wasn't right. As Ginny studied his worried features, she saw something more than worry in his eyes. Since the beginning of the year Ginny had noticed this look that came into Noah's eyes whenever it came to Stepha. The way his eyes softened fondly. It was more than a look any boy would give a girl he thought of as a friend. "You like Stepha, don't you?" Ginny asked suddenly, looking over at Noah.
To her surprise, he smiled thoughtfully, that look giving his brown eyes a far-away aura. "Yes," he answered shortly, "I like her." By the way he said it Ginny knew that he had known what she had meant. He ran his hand through his shoulder-length hair, confirming to Ginny that he probably wasn't going to stretch that idea into a conversation. Instead, he let her know one more thing, "Don't tell her, Gin. It would ruin our friendship."
Ginny was shocked. 'Ruin their friendship?' she thought, 'No way.' She, though chose not to let Noah in on those thoughts. Stepha wouldn't let Noah's liking her as more than a friend get in the way! She might even embrace the fact, from what Ginny had read in her eyes. But then again, Stepha was a Slytherin, and Slytherins were very good at hiding their true feelings. But then again Stepha was their friend, and she was usually very loose and very much herself around them. In the end it all came down to the fact that Stepha was a Slytherin, and the fact that Slytherins were a bunch of con-artists, no offense to Stepha. Ginny absently grabbed Noah's wrist, pulling it infront of her eyes so that she could see the time from his black watch.
Sighing, Ginny tugged at his robe to get his attention. "K, Noah, I got to go. Its amazing how fast time flies when you're outside admiring the scenery. I'm sure Stepha will be there for Spin the Bottle Truth or Dare. And you better not chicken out either." Winking in a friendly way at him, Ginny got up and brushed herself off before running off towards the great stone castle that was Hogwarts, thinking of may be getting a bit more of her homework done.
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Ginny and Noah met each other half way to the Charms room at the three friends' usual meeting place of a stature of a unicorn that was centered roughly in the same path that lead to all of their Common Rooms. It was nine forty-five and if they were caught by a teacher they could always say they had bumped into each other while doing their patrolling of the halls. They waited, exchanging nervous, worried glances and a few muttered words until ten fifteen, when they finally gave up waiting for Stepha. "M-maybe she's already t-there?" Ginny stuttered worriedly to Noah, who was frowning with concern. Nevertheless he followed Ginny to the Charms room, hoping against hopes that Ginny was right. Once there they took their seats, next to each other, in the large circle of already gathered people. They both looked around, looking desperately for the dark-haired, dark-eyed and tan-skinned girl. After looking for the third time, Ginny sighed in defeat. "She's not here, Noah," she muttered to him as Malfoy entered the room and took a seat on the other side of the circle opposite Ginny. Blaise came in minutes later and sat next to him.
"I know," Noah muttered back, his voice with a note of panic, "We must go find her." He got up to leave, looking down at Ginny expectantly.
"No, Noah," she said grabbing his pant leg, "Maybe she's sick. And we'd never make it through the Slytherin Common Room to her room alive." Noah sat back down in frustration, but was rather restless for a while, apparently lost in his own thoughts. Ginny looked at him. She had never seeen Noah so restless, or so frustrated before in all their years together. 'He must really love Stepha,' she realized, using love because like was too little a word for what Ginny saw in Noah's eyes and heard so clearly in his voice.
"Then we must go comfort her," he said again, making a move to get up. Ginny grabbed his sleeve, shaking her head. Both she and Noah knew going into the Slytherin Common Room, even at this time of night, would be suicide. Noah was shifty. Ginny could see he was unhappy. If Stepha wasn't here he wasn't going to be enjoying this much. She, in a comforting way rested her head against his shoulder, like she and Stepha used to when he had had a bad day and was feeling down. This seemed to calm him a bit. He breathed out loudly and rested his head upon hers. Ginny saw out of the corner of her eye when Ron came in. She also saw him turn beet red in the face after looking at her, then she saw Harry as he held him back from charging upon her and Noah. She also saw him cast a silencing spell on Ron and whisper something in his ear before pulling him down some way away from Ginny and Noah.
Hermione was the last to come in. She shut the door behind her, casting a spell that would let no body in and no body out. That was when the full blow of nervousness hit the room. Excitement ran through it like the room was a charged battery with too much energy contained in it. Ginny removed her head from Noah's shoulder as the hat and the bowl full of pieces of parchment were set in the middle, along with a tiny Coke bottle that Hermione had been able to obtain through her muggle parents. Every one in the circle looked around, puzzled. The circle was so big, yet the bottle so small. Every one was just beginning to mutter about how hard it would be to see who exactly the bottle landed on when Hermione, who had not catored for this, looked over at Ginny pleadingly. Ginny dug in her pockets for a second, brought out her wand and flicked it absently while muttering two words under her breathe. The bottle drooped in on itself for a moment, then convulsed and enlarged into a size that suited the amount of people in the room. There were murmers of approval. Hermione explained the game once more, the purpose of the hat and the bowl, then asked brusquely, "Who wants to start?" A wave of hands flew into the air, and, after Hermione chose Colin Creevy to begin, the real fun commenced.
Colin spun the bottle with all his might, and it went around and around, until finally it teetered to a stop on...Helen Rice, a Hufflepuff Prefect, who promptly chose a truth. "Ok," Colin said wickedly, brushing his straw-like hair out of his eyes, "Who did you give your virginity to?" Every one laughed at Colin's sly question while Helen blushed excessively.
"I-I'm still a virgin," she answered, proudly, smiling over at Colin. Every one was disapointed with her answer, but Colin smiled at her even more slyly. Now they would have no one to taunt, but, from the mischevious look Ginny could see in Colin's eyes as he looked at the girl, Ginny didn't think that would be for long. The privilege to spin was then given to Helen, who embraced it. The bottle next landed on a Slytherin boy whom Ginny did not know. He immiediatly chose a dare and Helen, after a moment's hesitation said, "I dare you to... french kiss the person to your right." This was rewarded with applaud since the person to his right was a male. Looking at the person to his right, the Slytherin boy made a face, but slowly, hesitantly, to the protests of his victim, lowered his lips onto him. During the two or so minutes that the two's mouths were interlocked in a grotesque display of tongue motion, Ginny managed a little peek at Malfoy who was watching on with a disgusted, yet amused grin on his face, scrunching up his eyes and turning away every now and then when the display got a bit too disgusting. By the time the whole thing was done, he looked on the verge of breaking out laughing so hard his jaws would fall off, and barfing his guts out. Every one else in the room though, showed freely their amusement.
The next bottle landed on Zambini, who chose a truth, not wanting to have to give some tongue action to Malfoy. The Slytherin boy, who like any other Slytherin male respected and looked up to Zambini, thought for a second, "Who do you have a crush on right now?" Zambini immiediatly went red in the face and looked down to his hands. Every one else cheered, though. Some of the girls looked rather hopeful, and the boys looked as if thy were anticipating the blow to Zambini's private life. Malfoy, Ginny saw laughed until he was on his back in almost tears. 'He knows,' Ginny figured, 'He knows who Zambini has a crush on.' Zambini seemed to be having an inner struggle with himself, and Ginny saw him sneak a peek at Hermione, who was looking very jolly right now, happy that her game was making even the stiffest people laugh. Ginny looked over at Noah for a second, only to see he was smiling carelessly as any one else.
Zambini murmered quietly, "I'm going to pass." Every one cheered at his answer. Ginny, though, wanted to know why he risked having to do something gross to a guy or some repulsive girl rather than tell who he had a crush on. Then the truth hit her. Zambini had been looking at- -She knew who Zambini liked. And that girl was a Gryffindor who was sitting right next to her. Ginny shuddered, peeking from under her lashes at Hermione, who was laughing as a blind-fold was placed over Zambini's eyes. 'Oh great,' she thought suddenly, 'Zambini likes Hermione, and Hermione thinks he's hot. I don't think thats a good thing.' 'But what about Ron?' the rest of her questioned, 'She loves Ron.' Ginny shook the thought off as a name was drawn from the hat. She felt magical waves radiating from Zambini, something that had come to her with the rest of her Vampyre powers, and instinctively-after a week of practise- switched into her Vampyre vision. She was surprised at how easy it came to her, but even more surprised, and a bit hungered when she saw clearly the blood running through every one in the room's veins. It was a beautiful feast of warm, red blood, thick and fresh from the body. She shook it off, knowing that if she lusted after it too long something dangerous might happen, and looked at Zambini instead. She had learnt, after a bit of testing, that she could not only see people's blood with her Vampyre vision, but she could see any magic that they were doing. She watched as Zambini controlled the person who was drawing from the hat's hand, unknowing to them. He was skilled at this kind of thing, she had to give him that. She heard him thinking the name he wanted to be drawned from the hat and blushed furiously for Hermione. As soon as the person who had drawn the slip of paper had even held it infront of her eyes, a blindfold appeared over Hermione's face, eliciting a squeek of terror from her. Every one cheered, trying not to say who it was, while Ginny changed her vision back, laughing heartily, even though she knew Hermione would have been furious if she had seen her. She saw as Malfoy hit Zambini on his back in the way that boys do when they're congratulating some one.
Ginny didn't feel Zambini doing magic when the next slip of paper was drawn, but that could have been because she was getting a bit hungry after looking in the veins of every single person in the room. He left that one to fate, since it didn't really matter to him what he had to do, as long as it was with some one he liked. The person's eyes lit up as she drew the slip of paper and read it outloud, "Get each other off by using their hands. One by one." She looked up, her eyes anticipating and overly amused. Every one except the two people who actually had to perform the action were laughing and cheering, some even making gagging sounds and hoots of pity for the two supposed enemies. This game was a lot of fun. Roughly, both the blindfolded people were pushed towards each other, and finally met in the middle of the circle, where the other props had been removed for the 'action'. Slowly, Blaise groped around until his hands found Hermione's waist. He pulled her close to him, and, again out of the corner of her eyes, Ginny saw Ron turn beet red. She also saw, to her amusment as Harry performed a binding spell on Ron. One that was just strong enough to keep him in one spot, with his arms against his sides while his girlfriend was fingered by one of his worst enemies. Hermione was frigid as she felt Blaise's lips on hers, then even more frigid as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Tentatively she slipped her hands around his neck and pulled him to her, sinking into the kiss.
"Blaise did magic to get her in the draw, didn't he?" whispered Noah into her ear. Ginny snapped around, relieved to see it was only him, then slowly nodded her head, redirecting her gaze to what was happening the circle and thinking no more of Noah's question. She saw as Noah turned his head back as well. Things were getting heated, now. Hermione's arms were still around Blaise's neck, but some how Ginny knew that was only to keep herself from falling down as Blaise's skillful hands wandered her body, slipping under her shirt, then up it. Hermione moaned in pleasure, and Ginny saw Ron go very red in the face. He looked like he would pop any time now and send his guts flying all over the room. Hermione broke the kiss and kissed Blaise's jaw-line softly and affectionately, though, too caught up in what she was feeling for him, for what he was doing to her, to care about the fact that she was being watched by a totally silented, totally turned on crowd of people. Not to mention that one of those people was her boy friend, the person she was supposedly supposed to be faithful to. Well, what could she do? This was part of the game, and she was being a good sport. But, in her mind, she thought, 'Blaise is being an even better sport.' She shifted as she felt something hard, and big pressed against her abdomen. Ginny could see it, too, sitting at the angle in which she was. Silently, Ginny shifted so that her legs pressed together, trying to ignore the hotness and slight pain she was feeling between them at seeing this live erotica being performed by one of her friends and one of her probable enemies.
"Oh god!" Hermione groaned as Blaise's hand slipped down to her skirt, running up and down her inner thigh. Reaching up, Hermione held on to Blaise's neck as tight as she could. She knew that if she let go she would fall into a heap on the ground. To her surprise, and every one else's, Blaise picked her up, and laid her on the ground, placing himself clumsily on top of her, then adjusting. In her ear, he whispered huskily, "Tell me where it feels best." All Hermione could do was nod, against his shoulder, too captivated to move. His hand moved up her thigh so that none of the onlookers could see it anymore. Hermione took a sharp intake of breathe, and murmered, "Right there." With that she slid her hand between them, slipping it into her skirt, then grasping Blaise's hand with it. Slowly she moved his hand to where she thought it felt best, and Blaise, trying to contain his instinct that told him to rip off her underwear and zip down his pants, slowly began to move his thumb against her most sensitive part, slipping a fore-finger into her when he felt her thrust towards his touch.
Ginny watched in utter fascination. The area between her legs was becoming incomfortably hot, and was beginning ache. She tried to look away, but, like every one else, her eyes were glued. She managed to look at Malfoy, who was watching with his mouth slightly open, breathing a bit hard and visibly biting his knuckle, which was beginning to bleed. Suddenly Ginny wanted to go up to him and suck the blood off his knuckle, then fuck him senseless. She didn't know why. She knew sucking the blood off his knuckle had to do with her Vampyre instincts, but fucking him senseless? She was too dazed to scold herself, and even if she wasn't at the very same moment a Blaise's name escaped Hermione's lips as she came in his hand. That sent Ron purple, but even he had to admit that there was a slight bulge in his pants.
"My turn," Blaise muttered into Hermione's mop of brown hair as he turned over on his back, the bulge in his pants very visible. Hermione rolled over onto the bigger body, fixing herself properly ontop of him, though rather blindly.
She didn't know why, but she pressed her lips against Blaise's for a second, before whispering to him, "Its my turn to return the favor, now, isn't it?" He nodded eagerly, arching his hips towards her. Hermione smiled and reached her hand down between his legs, feeling him through his pants. He was huge, she'd give him that. With some difficulty because he was so much bigger than her and because of the blindfold, she managed to unzip his pants and slip her hand beneath his boxers. Blaise reeled over as Hermione's hands grasped him. And Hermione, who was becoming rather turned on again, began to move her hand up and down his length, keeping her motions visible, but what part of his body she was doing this to invisible. He had made sure no one saw what his hand was touching, so she was returning the favor, rather happily, too. Finally she felt his body shudder beneath her, then a sticky substance cover her hand and the inside of his boxers. She pulled her hand out and wiped it on his shirt, even though she wouldn't have minded licking it off, she thought that Ron would take it badly.
Panting, Hermione laid herself ontop of Blaise, both recovering from their tiring, intense orgasms. 'Who is it? Who is it?' the crowd suddenly began to chant. Blaise, who was suddenly feeling rather tired managed to breathe out, "Hermione Granger," just as she collasped on top of him.Hermione felt herself being pried off and, realizing she was laying down ontop of the one the only Blaise Zambini, she rolled off him without a second thought. She waited until her blind fold was removed before looking up into the eyes of a rather concerned Ron. He said something, but she was too weary to listen. She let him help her to her seat beside Ginny, before groggily brushing him off so that she could lie flat on her back. She saw Ron out of the corner of her eye, arguing heatedly with Harry, his face returning to its normal color. She paid no heed to it as a pair of ice blue eyes hovered over her, red hair falling onto her face.
Ginny grinned at her friend, slapping her cheeks carefully and whispering, "Was it that exhausting?" Hermione managed a smile, and a nod, before sitting up and leaning against the wall, looking over at Blaise, who was watching her intently with his cool, wintry green eyes, looking rather tired himself. The ones that now seemed so desirable. She would never admit it, but that had been better than when she and Ron did it. Oh, that had been much, much better.
Blaise waited for every one to be paying attention before spinning the bottle with his long, sturdy fingers, that Hermione couldn't help but notice. It went around for a long time, it seemed, as every one watched it closely, cooling off from what had been the first of many heated rounds of this game. Every one held their breathes as slowly, oh so slowly, the bottle teetered and tottered past Blaise a second time...a third time...a fourth time...it was stopping now, easing its way past the person to the left of Blaise, then slowly, almost cautiosly, it stopped in front of the one the only, the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy.
Author's Note: Tada! Ok, people, honestly I need a review on this chapter. I want to know if I described coughstuffcough properly. Personally, I think I did pretty well, but I could use with some second opinions. Don't be afraid to critisize, I'm open for every thing. Tell me if you thought it was too extreme, or racy or anything. I hope you were satisfied with this chapter, and I wish I can tell you something of whats going to happen in the next, but I can't. All I can say is that its gonna be a surprise. I don't really want to exploit Ginny and Draco's romance yet, but slowly, oh so slowly, just like it happens in real life, their romance will blossom into an undying passion for each other. It'll be good, I promise. I hope you're not getting bored with it, and if you know any one pleez reccomend my story. Review pleeezz! :-)
P.S: Sorry it took so long to update, but if you look at the Main Page of , you'll probably understand why I couldn't update. Actually, there were more reasons than that. My internet wasn't working. Then my computer had a major meltdown, and now, finally, I couldn't log in. Thank god that's cleared up, cuz I've had this chapter ready and waiting for a while!