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Love Sex and a Bottle of Vodka
Chapter Seven
Hermione sat at a small café, sipping her ice coffee, slightly annoyed. She jiggled her feet in time to the Norah Jones song that was coming out through the stereo softly. People talked amiably around her and a gas fire was burning in the corner of the café. It was a sweet little place, Café Amor, and it was the kind of place where when you enter, you feel nostalgic even if nothing had happened.
The door finally swung open and a girl walked in.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," said Ginny, breathlessly. Her cheeks were slightly red.
"No it's fine," said Hermione. Seeing Ginny, a familiar face, wiped away all the annoying feelings in an instant. Ginny hugged Hermione and kissed her on the cheek.
"So what's up? Why'd you want to see me so urgently?" she asked, big golden eyes wide. Hermione shifted uncomfortably. The red-head across from her was the closest girl friend she had but she didn't feel like plunging headlong into such a difficult topic so early. Thankfully, a waiter saved Hermione from saying a word.
"What would the pretty young lady like to drink?" he asked, winking at Ginny. Hermione rolled her eyes but she was used to this. She never would think that Ginny was anything but Ron's younger sister but she saw that lately, especially since last winter, guys had been giving a special attention to the youngest Weasely.
Ginny was an incredible flirt usually but today it was obvious that she had given her attention to Hermione and Hermione only.
"Ice coffee," she said briskly and turned away, dismissing him. As the waiter retreated, Ginny focused her eyes on the other girl once more and Hermione gave in, sighing.
"Do you know where I'm living right now?" she asked. Ginny frowned.
"With Ron?" the redhead guessed. Ron had moved out of the Burrow that summer claiming he was old enough to fend for himself. Perhaps he was; perhaps they all where. Even "little" Ginny Weasely was now almost seventeen herself. Hermione shook her head.
"With Harry and the Dursleys?" Alas, though, Harry was still stuck living with his near abusive aunt, uncle, and cousin. Hermione shook her head again.
"Ginny, you won't hate me if I say this, right?"
"Hermione, just spit it out."
"I'm living with Draco." The silence stretched between them as Ginny stared at Hermione with almost disbelieving eyes. Then, a slow smile started to creep onto her face.
"Good for you," she said softly. Hermione looked at her quizzically.
"Excuse me?"
"I said good for you, Hermione, Draco is sex god," said Ginny, licking her lips at the thought of him.
"Ginny," said Hermione, accusingly. "How could you think that, Ron hates him."
"But I'm not the one living with him," she said, devilishly. "But I wish I was." Her red lacquered lips curved up into a grin.
"Have you done anything yet?" she implored. Hermione felt her cheeks redden.
"No, it's not like that," she said hastily. Ginny's coppery eyebrows raised but she didn't question anymore. Hermione sighed and told the story for the second time and Ginny's eyebrows just kept rising.
"I feel like I should be giving him something in return," said Hermione, sadly. "He's done so much for me." Ginny flashed Hermione her devil in go-go boots smile again.
"Hermione," said Ginny slowly, stirring her coffee around. "What's the one thing that guys always want?"
"Sex," she immediately answered, then flushed crimson. She wished she hadn't said that. Ginny rolled her eyes and grabbed Hermione's hands.
"Calm down," she told the older girl. "I'm not telling you to run back to his loft and just hand him your V-card. I'm just saying that you should give him some fun as a thank you. And just think, you'd get something out of it too. It doesn't have to be sex you know. I mean, if you don't want to do it with him." Suddenly, Ginny's tawny eyes were searching Hermione's brown ones.
"You aren't still a virgin, are you?" asked Ginny. "I didn't…I didn't meant to put you up to something like this if you aren't. Don't let me pressure you into doing something you don't want to." Rather than looking mortified as any normal person would, Ginny just looked self-satisfied because she already knew the answer to this question…
"No," said Hermione, hotly. "I am not still a virgin…" She clamped a hand over her mouth, realizing what she had implied.
"I knew it!" cried Ginny, gleefully. "That means you and…" Hermione squeaked and nodded.
"Oh. My. God," Ginny declared. "I can't believe you…"
"It was only a couple times, kind of like trial and error," said Hermione, hastily.
"You did it more than once!"
"Ginny, keep your voice down," said Hermione, cheeks flaming again.
"Well, then, this makes things a lot easier," said Ginny, grinning. "You're going to give the little sex god residing in his loft a treat." Hermione eyed Ginny warily.
"What sort of treat," she asked. Ginny grinned triumphantly.
"A lap dance."
Before Hermione could even protest saying she didn't know how to lap dance, Ginny slapped some money down onto the table and dragged Hermione out. She pushed her into Victoria's Secret.
"I always loved this place," said Ginny, dreamily, as she pawed through some lacy underclothes. "It's full of more mystery than people know. That person over there might be buying that thong because she's going to do something bad tonight. Or she might just be buying it to avoid having any underwear lines."
"Nice to know Ginny," mumbled Hermione. Ginny looked at Hermione wickedly and picked out a couple of lacey tangas in black.
"Oh my god," whispered Hermione. "What's the point of even wearing these when you can see through them?" Ginny pushed a couple of black bras and a sheer slip into Hermione's hands and pushed her into a dressing room.
"Does it fit?" asked Ginny, through the door. Hermione started to change and put on the ridiculous outfit, if you could even call it that, and started to notice a transformation. When she was done, she didn't look like herself at all. Hermione stepped closer to the mirror, then stepped back again. She raised a hand and saw the girl in the reflection do the same. Oh my god, I look like a slut, thought Hermione. Then she grinned. But it does look hot.
And it did. The lace tangas showed off her long, long legs, one benefit of being tall. Her almost willowy form looked curvy and the bra that Ginny had given her, had turned out to be a push up and made the most of her small breasts. She had turned into some sort of twisted goddess, dressed in black and lace ready to…ready to what? Well, Hermione didn't know yet.
She shed out of the dangerous articles of clothes and put on her normal ones and emerged. One look at her face and Ginny knew that Hermione was awed at the transforming power of black lace.
"Ginny, what is this place?" asked Hermione. They were in the lobby of what seemed to be a dance studio.
"Don't worry, I come here all the time for the aerobics. They watched a class through the large window. It was taught by a very hot man wearing a very tight shirt and form flowing pants. He looked lean and muscular like an otter. The class, Hermione, didn't know what sort of dance class it was. It looked like a cross between yoga and a strip club.
"Is this actually a dance class?" muttered Hermione.
"Oh I love this class, it's so hot," said Ginny, eyes gleaming wickedly.
"Is it fun?" asked Hermione. Ginny's eyebrows raised suggestively as she made a whipping motion with her hand. Ginny pushed open the door and walked into the class, not caring that she was interrupting. Music was blaring but when the instructor saw Ginny walk in, he turned it off immediately.
"It's Ginger! Oh my god, you're so hot now!" the guy cried. He ran up and gave Ginny a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Ginny kissed him back.
"I love your hair," he said, admiringly. He touched one of the silky strands. Ginny's hair was not longer the fiery red, rather, it was pale copper, silky smooth and hanging to her waist in a sort of understated sexiness that Hermione herself would never achieve.
"Pablo! I see you're still doing your strip dancing," she said. Pablo sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I've never seen a more promising student come after you, Ginger," he said, earnestly. "You're the best I've seen ever." Ginny giggled.
"You're too nice. Listen, my friend and I need a private room. I have to teach her how to…" Ginny swished her hips a bit and pointed to a chair, grinning. Pablo shook his head.
"You are so bad Ginger!" But he gave her a small room in the back.
"Have fun girls!" He closed the door behind him.
"Is he…?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, that's why I can trust him not to be slimy with me," said Ginny. She checked the c.d. player and nodded with approval at the c.d. in there.
"Perfect," she murmured. Hermione self-consciously stood while Ginny thought to herself.
"Okay, ready for this?" she asked. Hermione shook her head.
"Come on Hermione," Ginny urged. She started the music. A strong, sensual beat started to reverberate through the room and the rapping started.
"You need to move, okay? Like this." And Ginny demonstrated, hands on her knees, moving in a slow circle. Hermione tried for a couple seconds, then gave up.
"No, I feel dumb," she said. Ginny dragged out a chair and set it in the center of the room.
"Okay, imagine Draco sitting there shirtless, or listen to the what this rapper is saying. Just think about anything that turns you on okay?" Of course the first thing Hermione thought of was Draco.
"Got it?" asked the redhead. Hermione nodded, her mouth dry.
"Now just move, forget about how you look just close your eyes. I want you to concentrate on how it feels everywhere. Your mouth, your stomach, I mean everywhere. You want every part of your body to feel as if it's on fire. Good, good." Hermione ventured to open her eyes at Ginny's encouragement and caught sight of herself in the mirror. She didn't look stupid at all.
"Alright, now watch me and do what I do," she said. The smaller girl started to move slowly and run her hands down her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the ground. She got onto her hands and knees but continued to move her hips, her eyes almost predatory looking at some imaginary guy in front of her.
"You want him to know that you want him but you can't scare him," said Ginny, voice husky. So Hermione tried. She was nowhere near as experienced as Ginny but she was good enough. Ginny taught her little tricks like running her finger between her breasts and throwing her hair back.
"Okay, now," said Ginny, seating herself at the chair. "Imagine I'm Draco. I need to see how you dance with someone to dance for." Hermione eyed the promiscuous redhead but finally obliged. Later, looking back, Hermione saw that as a mistake.
"No, you're not moving your hips enough!" was one of the many things her cruel teacher barked at her. "You need to make him think of SEX. Don't blush when I say that, you're seventeen for god sakes!"
"When'd you become such a hard to please teacher?" asked Hermione, sitting down, out of breath. Ginny smiled sweetly.
"Draco is going to go crazy over you," she said. And strangely enough…Hermione believed her.
"Draco," said Hermione. They were eating dinner with champagne and the bubbles were starting to go to her head. She decided to not bother with any dumb pick-up lines or subtly mentioning what she was going to do. She had always been a no-bull sort of person so here went nothing.
"I want to thank you for everything," she said. "And I want to show you my thanks. So I'm going to do something I've wanted to do for awhile." Draco looked up, surprised. Could she possibly mean what he thought she meant? No…he couldn't be that lucky. Then Hermione pushed him back on the chair and pushed the table aside. Or was he…? Music started to play as Hermione let her hips swing from one way to another slowly, sensuously. She licked her lips in a way that would have definitely made Ginny proud.
"I want you," she whispered. Draco couldn't believe this was happening. He was going to wake up with a headache and dirty sheets soon. But no, this was reality…and he was going to enjoy every minute of this.
Hermione sidled up to him and got to her knees and they both knew what that position was close to. She kept her eyes on him the whole time as she danced, running her hands down her legs, letting her hair fall in her face.
Finally, Draco couldn't stand just sitting there anymore. He leapt out of the chair and tumbled with Hermione on the ground. The still open champagne bottle spilled, covering them both with frothy sweetness. Draco kissed her so deeply that Hermione felt herself melting.
"Stay with me forever," she whispered.
"Always," he said, into her hair.