A Night to Remember?

Hermione ditched her homework for the second night in a row the next evening. She was too nervous to do any work, so instead she surfed through her closet, hunting for a sexy outfit to wear when she went to Ace's dormitory.

She had already thrown six outfits onto her bed, all of which she refused to wear. However, she did not give up. She continued to sift through all of her outfits, keeping her eye peeled for the perfect one. Suddenly, a dress caught her eye. It was very short, going less than halfway down her thigh. It was black and backless, and the front was shaped in a V, going down very low so it didn't completely cover her and a large amount of cleavage was revealed. Is this too sexy? She asked herself. After all, he may just want me to come over as a friend to hang out or something. I may be giving him the wrong impression. Hermione had never been on a date or anything remotely close to it, so it was difficult to decide whether she wanted to wear the dress or not. In the end she decided to wear it, thinking that no matter what Ace's intentions were, he would still appreciate how she looked.

So, putting her hair up in an elegant bun, she walked down to the common room.

Holy shit! Malfoy thought. He was lying on the couch reading the book that he was reading the previous night when Hermione emerged from the corridor leading to her bedroom. He gaped at her, his jaw dropped open. She looks gorgeous. Malfoy had always thought she was a dirty, ugly mudblood and nothing more, but at that moment he realized just how stunningly beautiful she actual was. Then he mentally kicked himself. This is the mudblood who you've hated since you started Hogwarts. One dress doesn't change anything.

As Hermione emerged, she spotted Malfoy in the same position as he was the previous night: lying on the couch and reading his book. His mouth was hanging open, but she noticed how quickly he recovered from the shock.

"Okay, I'm off." Hermione said. "See you."

"Wait!" Malfoy cried. He seemed to hear a hint of desperation in his voice, so he calmed himself down before speaking again. "Where are you going?"

"How many times are you going to ask me that!" Hermione cried.

"Shall I follow you again, then?" Malfoy smirked.

"No!" Hermione said quickly. "Look, I'm going to a friend's dorm. I'll be back by ten thirty, though."

"A friend?" Malfoy asked, interested. "A guy friend?"

"I'm not telling."

"It must be a guy." Malfoy prodded on. "I doubt you would dress like that for a girl."

"Like what?" Hermione shot.

"Like that. It doesn't take a brain scientist to know that you're obviously trying to impress someone. Are you going to lose your virginity tonight, mudblood? Is that you're plan?" He smirked. "It's about time too, I was beginning to think you were somewhat of a square-"

SMACK!

Hermione slapped Malfoy round the face. He grabbed his face and stared at her in surprise. She lifted her hand to strike again, but thought better of it. "I will be back at ten thirty. Don't wait up." She walked through the portrait hole, leaving a stunned looking Malfoy behind her.

About ten minutes later, Hermione arrived at Ace's front door. It wasn't too difficult to find, but she had to go down several flights of stairs before reaching it. She lifted her hand and knocked.

The door opened, revealing Ace standing in the doorframe wearing baggy shorts and a large, white t-shirt. His face cracked into a smile as he checked Hermione out from head to toe. "Damn, you look sexy!" He exclaimed. Hermione blushed and made her way inside. His dorm was pretty much just one bedroom, but it was much bigger than the room that Hermione had.

"So, what do you want to do?" Ace asked her.

Hermione shrugged. "Anything is fine." She smiled.

"Great!" Ace said. "Strip poker?"

Something dropped to the pit of her stomach, but she laughed it off and shook her head.

"Spin the bottle?"

"With two people?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"Well, that would mean that there's only the chance of the bottle landing on either you or me." He grinned.

Hermione laughed again, but shook her head.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asked. "My aunt managed to get my a television. It's some sort of muggle contraption, but it is so cool!"

"Um, okay." Hermione said. She took a seat on his sofa as he walked up to the VCR and slid a movie inside. A few moments later, Ace had taken a seat very close to Hermione and the word Halloween flashed on the TV.

"Halloween?" Hermione asked. She had watched that movie as a child, and it had terrified her to the bones.

"Sure. I love watching scary movies with girls." He grinned.

Hermione tried to grin back, but it was more a mix of a smile and fear towards the movie.

The movie went on for a while, and after every scene Ace seemed to make a move on Hermione. He slid his hand over her shoulders, then moved it to her thigh where he began to rub her.

Hermione thought it felt wonderful, but she also had a feeling this was moving a little bit too fast. After all, she had just met him. Besides, she had no experience with boys, so she wasn't quite sure what to do. She resorted to continuing to watch the movie in fear and trying to ignore Ace's fruitless attempts to seduce her.

About an hour and fifteen minutes into the movie, Ace leaned over and kissed her neck. This took Hermione by surprise, as she was terrified at what was going on in the movie. She didn't want to be rude and push him away, so she allowed him to continue. Ace took this a sign that he could go further, so be began to suck at her neck. Hermione thought this felt wonderful; she closed her eye and moved her hand over to his leg. Ace suddenly moved his hand up her dress, resting on her left breast. He squeezed harshly and felt a pang of joy when she let out a moan of pleasure and surprise. His other hand found its way up her dress to her other breast and both hands began to rub her nipples while he made his way back to her neck and continued to kiss it.

All of a sudden, Hermione came to her senses. She stood up so quickly that Ace jumped back in surprise.

"I have to go." Hermione said. "It's almost ten thirty and I promised my roommate that I would be back then."

"Oh." Ace said, sounding disappointed. "Wanna come back tomorrow?"

"Um, why don't you come to my dorm?" Hermione asked. She figured he might keep a bit of self-control when he was in her territory.

"Er… sure." He answered. "See you then."

Hermione quickly left his room and hurried down the corridor. She could not understand this; she really liked Ace. He was hot and sweet and no guy had ever made her feel like he did. But she just didn't feel ready for sex. She knew he wanted it, it was written all over his face. He hadn't even kissed her on the lips yet, just her neck and shoulder. But she liked him, and she wanted to continue to see him. She would just have to tell him the next night that she would not give him sex just yet, and he would have to take her for who she is.

Feeling better about the situation, she entered the portrait hole to her dormitory smiling. Malfoy was lying on the couch, apparently asleep. She crept past him and up to her bedroom, then fell on her bed, falling into a deep sleep with a huge smile across her face.