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Chapter 5. So this is how it's supposed to be.
Thursday class flew by quickly. The only class that anything interesting happened in was potions with the Paradise Potion. Of course Ron had been saddled with Pansy Parkinson because no other living male soul would take her, and Ron wasn't that quick on the uptake. On the second day of brewing, their potion blew up.
"Weasley, Parkinson, is there a reason your potion blew up?" Snape, of course, had known someone was going to have trouble. Every year almost everyone's potion blew up. It was a sign. Mostly ignored by students though.
"No, sir." Ron was sure he did everything right, but with Parkinson not helping he couldn't be sure.
"No? There's no reason that it just exploded? I find that hard to believe."
"Well, the ask Weasley, he just added some green goop." Trust Parkinson to blame her partner no matter whose fault it really was.
"Gnome rubbish, no doubt. Keep working. That's the beautiful thing about the Paradise Potion. You can blow it up, and keep going without restarting."
"I think this just became my favorite potion." Nevile mumbled going back to work with Susie Que, a cute little Ravenclaw girl.
"I'm sure, Longbottom. Get back to work!" The class was about to when the bell rang. Everyone filed out of the classroom and went to their next class.
The rest of the classes were boring and uneventful. The boys decided at lunch to meet in the Head's dorm to put the finishing touches on everything.
"Okay, business is beginning."
"The questionnaires seen to be perfect." Hermione and Ginny had edited them, adding how well acquainted they were with their desired person.
"Yeah. What about prices? I mean, this all can't be free."
"I agree, but Draco, what if the girls don't want to have sex?" Blaise thought about a little note Ginny left off to the side about girls not always wanting sex, but conversation.
"Should we leave it to the girls?" Draco really wasn't sure about the prices. What to charge for what?
"Well, I say what they pay for is what they get."
"Agreed. Pure luck about the polyjuice potion." Draco thought back to when Potter took the potion.
"Who knew that each hair you add is another hour? Good old Potter, always going above and beyond everyone else." Blaise grinned wishing he could relive that moment.
"Hey, he got to me for two hours."
"H did say that-"
"Thank you, Blaise. It was an over share then, and it's an over share now." Draco thought about Potter comparing their bodily organs and wished it hadn't been shared. It would seem that he and Harry had more in common than they thought. Now, he, Blaise, and Potter all had a bond. One Draco would rather stay a secret.
"Business concluded?" Blaise was still laughing about it and Draco could have hit him.
"Yes. Well, no. I'm not quite sure I want to partake in the nightly activities. Someone should run back stage and make sure everything runs smoothly."
"Agreed. And that person should have someone that helps them make sure everything runs smoothly." Draco eyed Blaise and smiled.
"Nominating yourself?"
"Naturally." Both understood the reasons and neither had to say them out loud. For once they wanted to be one women man.
Friday was a blur. Everyone was in a rush. Students were buzzing with excitement. Instructors were wondering if the students retained anything from the lessons. Points were taking here and there for not paying attention; not knowing the answer to the most obvious questions, and no student could care less.
"Albus, we cannot condone this sort of behavior." McGonagall and Snape were speaking with Dumbledore about Friday Night Special.
"The students need this chance to grow."
"Severus! They do not need to grow this way."
"Minerva, we cannot stop the students from doing this. We have to trust Head Boy and Head Girl, who are both in charge of the situation."
"Head Boy is behind it!" McGonagall was outraged and shocked. Nothing of the sort ever went on during her day.
"Naturally. Who else could run the operation?" Snape was more than pleased with Draco for implementing such an idea. He was even proud, somewhat, that Head Girl was allowing it.
"How can this be a good thing?" Minerva still wasn't convinced.
"The Paradise Potion, Minerva." Snape pointed to the parchment in front of Dumbledore, who raised an eyebrow at the pairings and results.
"Ron and Pansy's already exploded."
"Yes. Time will tell, though." So far, the Paradise Potion was always accurate, and it was always wise to follow the results.
"Can we say on the subject at hand?"
"Minerva, how do we stop them?" Minerva was about to respond but stopped realizing there was no way to stop them, only to delay to process.
"Let nature take it's course. Time will tell." Minerva wasn't please with the subject but they would have to wait for time to reveal what was going to happen. They were going to do what teenagers do, no matter what the adults thought, it was part of growing up.
"Besides, Hogwarts need some excitement. And I do believe I smell Inner house Relationships." Albus smiled when Snape grinned and Minerva frowned. The teachers left Dumbledore's office and he sat back in his chair. This definitely was a year to start traditions, and this was a way to start inner house communications, but he wondered if the students knew, fully, what they were doing. Or if they really cared. They only wanted to have fun, and start something for younger generations to carry on, but what they were doing could very well have an impact on everyone and everything with Hogwarts, and the wizarding world. They could change history. He wondered if they knew what they did. Then again, the best things were done in innocence.
"Okay, so you boys are going to work, while Blaise and I run back stage. Tell us when you're overworked, we'll slow you done. If you're under worked, we'll speed you up. We have people waiting to be put to work so just tell us." They all nodded and prepared for what was going to be a full night of pleasure. Draco released another breath of air and watched the waiting room.
It was six p.m. and they were opening their doors for the first time. The boys were in the back waiting to be told where to go and who they were going to be entertaining. They had managed, throughout the week to get several hairs from every boy in Hogwarts. They now had a full stock of hair, should situations arise, they would be ready.
"Draco and Blaise saw Lavender Brown and Paraviti Patil enter the waiting room. They went to the podium, filled out the questionnaire and submitted it along with the hair. Lavender wanted Potter, while Paraviti wanted Ron.
"Who wants them?" Draco looked at the guys hoping they weren't going to make them assign girls to them.
"I'll be myself." Draco nodded and enchanted her room before opening the door with the control panel.
"Door one, Potter." Harry handed the questionnaire back to Blaise and entered the room prepared completely when she threw herself into his arms and bite his neck. He could definably get used to this.
"Door two, Mathers. Go." Blaise had finished enchanting the room and was waiting for the boy to read the questionnaire. Mathers drank the potion and fumbled into the room with a small grin on his face.
"Pansy's on the floor." Pansy submitted the questionnaire and the hair. Draco grimaced but set up the room the way she wanted.
"Okay, who wants to be Draco Malfoy for an hour?" Robert Wane snatched the questionnaire to see what he was doing and downed the potion in thirty seconds.
"He was too enthusiastic about that." Draco frowned and Blaise laughed.
"Probably wanted to know what it was like to have your penis. After all you, Potter, and I all have-"
"Blaise!" Blaise laughed and Draco scowled. It really wasn't that funny.
Things went smoothly and there were no screw ups. A few close call, but nothing unsalvageable.
"Good thing we have this hair supply. Betty from Hufflepuff only brought one hair for two hours of fun."
"Over share, Lancaster!" Draco shuddered. There were some things he didn't want to know. And knowing that Lancaster just got his rocks off with some little nympho was certainly one of them.
"That's what the founders are for, Lancaster. To make sure everything goes as planned. Thinking of all the details so there are no surprises." Blaise muttered in between spells. "From now on I think we should give them a bed, some candlelight and be done with them. Girls have outlandish fantasies."
"You'll be a better man because of this experience, Blaise." Draco was grinning, thinking the same thing about girls.
"I don't want to be the better man. I get enough moans doing what I do now." Harry and Draco laughed until Harry noticed Hermione and Ginny enter the room.
"Guys, girls on the floor." All three watched as the girls submitted their already complete questionnaires.
"I told you." Draco hit Blaise in the back of the head and Harry laughed some more.
"They want to talk. Great. Blaise, room sixteen, I got room seventeen. Go."
"Don't make me do it."
"Afraid of a girl, Blaise?"
"Yes. And you ought to be afraid of your." Blaise disappeared into the room. Draco took his time going to room seventeen.
"Potter, you're in charge of the station." Harry nodded and began enchanting rooms for girls still coming in.
"I knew you were behind this Zabani." Ginny only waited a second before blurting that out. Blaise lifted an eyebrow and stared at her.
"I know. Is that what you came here to tell me?"
"No." Ginny launched herself at blasé, lips crashing against lips. For a minute, Blaise didn't react, but then his hands gripped her hips and brought her closer to. Her body was pressed against every inch of his and still it wasn't enough for him. He grabbed her butt and lifted her up so her legs could wrap around his waist and he carried her to the bed.
"Good. It would have really sucked if you only came here to talk." Ginny giggled and bite his lip lightly. Blaise groaned and kissed her again, enjoying the softness of her body beneath his.
"Listen, Malfoy, I know that you're probably not the real Malfoy, but I wanted to tell you that I've known you were behind this." Hermione was sitting on the bed and Draco itched to touch her, so he leaned against the back of the door and crossed his arms over his chest. He put an amused expression on his face so she couldn't see his desire.
"Why wouldn't it be the real me?"
"I know about the interviews you held in the Head's common." Draco wasn't shocked, he's already known that she knew about that.
"No doubt watching from under a tree somewhere on the grounds." It was only a guess but one that he knew Hermione was capable of.
"Naturally. What I haven't' figured out, is how some of the boys are staying 'in character' longer than an hour. I know it's polyjuice, but I don't know how it's being done." Draco smile and Hermione's heart almost stopped. Draco thought about his choices. I could keep the one thing she hadn't figured out a secret, or he could tell her. He decided that she knew everything else; she might as well know it all.
"The more hair you add, the longer you stay. I'm surprised Head Girl didn't know that." Draco watched the slight blush that crept up Hermione's face.
"So why go through such lengths just to get laid? Are you trying to find someone worthy of you?" Draco propelled himself off the door before he stopped and calmed down. She still didn't understand him, he had to remember this, and he had to be patient. Yeah, right.
"It's never been about getting laid, or finding someone good in bed. It's been about starting something that will be carried on. Something special. For everyone." Hermione nodded, she knew all about wanting something special to give to people. A year ago if someone told her that Draco Malfoy was going to start something special for all of Hogwarts, she would have told them that they were crazy, but now, something had changed, and she could believe it. She sat on the bed before continuing.
"Why have you been making everything so blatantly obvious?" Draco nearly growled, and Hermione nearly smile when he held it in. He was so cute when he was angry. His hair getting in the way of his dark silver eyes, the wrinkle over his nose, and the slight pout of his lips. If anyone asked though, Hermione would have adamantly denied that she hadn't thought any such thought.
"You're the only one to think it was so bloody obvious! You knew what we were doing, almost as we did it. How did you do that?" Hermione did smile this time, she couldn't help it.
"I don't know. Ginny and I just knew." Draco looked down at Hermione relaxing on the bed. She looked so cocky, and so sexy. Her hair had volume, with no frizz. He'd seen muggle 'mousse' and was fascinated. But it was more than her hair. She was beautiful, and had a great sense of humor, and was intelligent, and the way she was laying on the bed made him forget that she wasn't here for sex.
"How do I know you're the real Malfoy?" Hermione watched Draco coming closer to the bed. She wants to talk about secret operation to someone she doesn't think is the real person. Draco smirked. Yeah, Hermione be dumb, that's an oxymoron. No, she was just toying with him.
"How do you know I'm not the real Malfoy?" Draco watched Hermione watch him, and saw the consideration, excitement, and not traces of fear. Griffindor all the way.
"Do you always answer a question with another question?" Draco was amusing himself now.
"Do you?" Hermione smiled and leaned closer to Draco.
"Only when evading answering the question. That's alright though; I know you're the real Draco. I just wanted to know if you'd tell me." Draco muttered an oath and dropped his head on the pillow.
"How did you know?" How did she know him that well? Hermione giggled and moved closer so her body was touching his.
"An instinct. One more thing I need to know." Draco rolled his and looked down at Hermione.
"You know everything. What can you possible want to know? Hermione grinned wickedly and looked into Draco's eyes.
"What turns you on." Hermione shifted her body and kissed Draco fully, without holding back. Challenging him to resist, daring him to be unresponsive. No way could he resist. His hands gripped her hips and positioned her comfortably on top of him. Hermione nipped at Draco's bottom lip before traveling down his jaw line to his Adam's apple, which she kissed and playfully bit when he swallowed.
"Granger, I can't help but think you've done this before." Draco groaned when Hermione lifted his shirt off his head and continued her southward journey. He'd never actually let a girl do this before, and he was sorry he hadn't if this is what foreplay was.
"Hmm. Fancy that. I can't help but think you've done this before either." Draco groaned again when Hermione licked his naval and reached for his zipper and button. He was hard as a stone, and pitching a tent, but that didn't mean he didn't want to share the pleasure. He loved getting off, and achieving his own pleasure, but he loved giving girls pleasure just as much. He flipped Hermione onto her back and lifted the shirt over her head.
"I liked it on top." Hermione moved her head to the side to allow room for the kissing and biting and sucking that Draco seemed to be so skillful at.
"Believe me, I did too." Draco kissed down her neck to he breasts where he fondled, sucked, and bit countless moans out of Hermione. Hermione was in the clouds praying he didn't stop even if their lives depended on it.
"Granger, if I knew it was going to be like this, I would have started this tradition years ago." Hermione's giggle ended in a moan as Draco bit her nipple. Hermione's hands were buried in Draco's baby fine hair, urging him to continue. Like all good things though, it came to an end as Draco moved lower down her body. He'd undone her jeans part of the way when she dragged his head back to her for a heated kiss. During the kiss Hermione managed to once again get on top of Draco.
"Fuck Merlin! How did you do that?" Draco had never had a girl outmaneuver him in the bed before. He liked it, really liked it, but was also uneasy about it. Hermione undid Draco's pants and began to slowly remove them. He'd never wanted another girl so much in his life.
When Hermione grabbed his hard, swelled manhood, he had to stop her. For both their sakes. If he didn't, he was sure one or both of them would regret this lapse of judgment later.
"Hermione, no." Draco gently took his member away from Hermione, nearly dying when he could still feel her fingers on it.
"I don't understand." Hermione had been in utopia and had wanted to take Draco with her. Now she was on the ground again, very unsteady ground, that she wasn't sure she liked. She'd thought they-she had been doing well, and had never had a guy stop her.
"It's not you, it's me." Draco had used this line before, but never in this context. Hermione's blood froze. Had she really been that bad?
"I think we should slow down, Hermione. We're just moving too fast." Draco was putting his pants on and Hermione couldn't believe she'd been about to blow him moments before.
This was the best for both of them. They needed the space, they needed the time. Draco kept repeating this over in his head hoping that eventually he would believe it.
"What you're saying is that I'm not good enough." Hermione buttoned her jeans and tugged on her shirt. "You know, if you didn't want to have sex then you should have said so instead of trying to spare my feelings." Hermione was off the bed and to the door so quickly Draco almost didn't stop her.
"Granger, it's not like that. I-"
"Malfoy, maybe I knew what I knew because I care about you, because no matter what we have a bond. I thought- it doesn't matter what I thought. You don't care." Hermione turned and ran from the room as quickly as her legs would carry her.
"I care, Hermione. I care too much." Draco hadn't felt so empty since he found out his life was a joke. He'd learned a lot about Voldermort, had found that Voldermort was weak, and couldn't believe that anyone could fall for such hypocrisy. He'd found that his father had procreated him not out of love as normal parents did, no that wasn't for Lucius. He had been born to preserve a legacy and carry out the name, as the Malfoy's had done for generation. Malfoy's show no love. As a result of that his mother was an empty shell of the woman once vivacious and alive. The truth of everything had hit him like a brick wall, then as empty as a cavern. Last year he had come from the shadows and revealed to Dumbledore that he would serve as a spy because his father had made him receive the Dark Mark. He was the secret weapon that ultimately remained a secret. Lucius had gone crazy and had jumped off his broom from a thousand feet in the air. But, never had he felt so void of emotion.
Hermione got back to her dorm and cried. She couldn't stop. She told herself it was ridiculous because he didn't love and she didn't love him, but the pain was still there. It wouldn't' leave her alone. The tears kept falling want she wanted him so bad. She fell asleep wishing things could be different. Wishing things could be as she always planned them, wishing he was by her side.
She dreamt that he hadn't made her stop, and that they were together, but things were different. The room wasn't lit the same way, the bed was different, but the feelings were the same. She went with the dream, until everything went dark, and he left her, alone. She felt immediately lonely, without the warmth of his body. She didn't know where he went or when she was coming back, but she would wait for him. Something told her to wait and be patient.
Draco walked in the door wondering if Hermione was awake or asleep. By the sounds of things, she was asleep, or waiting to pounce on him while his defense was down. Hermione wouldn't' do that though, she'd hex while he was expecting the blow. He knew it wouldn't be some petty hex either, it would be something that would cripple him for life.
He saw her lying on the bed and turned away ready to sleep on the couch.
"Why?" Draco turned around. Hermione was yawning and looked as if she'd been crying.
"Why what?"
"Don't play. Why'd you stop me?" Hermione just wanted to know if she just wasn't good in bed or if it truly was him.
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"No offense, you're not that big. I mean you're huge, but get real. Besides, it's my throat so what do you care?" Draco knew she was teasing, trying to lighten the mood, but he still didn't care for it.
"Hermione, I just didn't want you to regret it, okay?"
"When I'm the one who started it?" Draco groaned and ran his hands through his hair. Hermione had never seen him fidget, or at a lose for words, so this was really a special moment for her. One she would cherish and remember for the rest of her life.
"I care. Too much, in fact. I didn't want you to regret."
"I wouldn't have, Draco. I like you, too much. I thought I wasn't good enough."
"Hermione, I apologized for that! I'm sorry! I don't even-" Draco's voice was full of remorse and indignation, but Hermione had to clarify what she meant.
"I thought I wasn't good enough in bed." Draco just looked at her dumbfounded. "I mean, I've been with muggles and-"
"Hermione, I'd never been so turned on in my life." Hermione was dumbstruck. The she realized the power he had just given her and grinned.
Draco knew by the grin that he was in uncharted territory. He watched frozen as she walked toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a gut wrenching kiss. Her lips were like molten lave, and they did things he wasn't sure lips were allowed to do. She licked his lips and lightly bit his bottom lip before pulling away.
She moved down his neck, then began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing kisses down all of his exposed flesh. Draco bit back a moan. He'd never known it could be like that. Hermione unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, taking them off slowly and gazing at his manhood.
Hermione pushed Draco down on the bed and straddled him so she could kiss him again. She kissed, and sucked, and bit along his jaw and throat before leaned back. Draco began to whimper when he saw that Hermione was taking off her shirt. Hermione unleashed the most tantalizing breasts he'd ever seen, when she took off her bra. He leaned up, repositioning them to that he could kiss her chest and bring her as much pleasure as she'd been bringing him.
As Draco sucked and nibbled Hermione's breasts and nipples Hermione began grinding against him. She'd moan in his ear and he'd nearly lose it. He'd never lost this much control. He'd never lost any control normally, but nothing about this situation was normal. Hermione pushed Draco down again to take off his boxers, and trailed her hands down his body until she gripped his penis in her fingers. Draco threw his head back and moaned. Hermione took off her boy shorts and lowly lowered herself onto his penis. It was instant bliss.
Hermione began moving slow, deep thrust, driving Draco crazy. He gripped her ass and pulled her roughly to him before flipping them over, and driving hard into her body. Hermione moaned as she dug fingernails down his back, and he groaned when she met him thrust for thrust. Draco had never had a sexual experience like this, and that was saying something. Hermione moved her body with and against his, thinking that this was better than any dream, and better than anything muggle boys had given her. Then again, Hermione had never let anyone get a home-run with her before.
He drove them, powerfully, over the edge together loving the way she said his name when she came. Breathy and husky with exhaustion and spent energy from sex.
"Draco. That was something I've never experienced before." Draco pulled her close to him so they could cuddle. Something he never allowed any girl to even think about doing.
"Believe me, Hermione, neither have I." Hermione giggled again.
"No. I've only messed around with guys before." Draco froze, every muscle in his body tensing. She was a virgin? No, had been a virgin.
"That was your first sexual encounter?" He felt Hermione nod against his chest. He wanted to be upset, but in reality, he thought it was great. He relaxed and Hermione exhaled the breath she'd been holding.
"You should be Griffindor Sex Goddess." Draco kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer.
"Spread the work and I'll kill you." Hermione giggles when she felt him growing hard.
"Don't worry. I want you all to myself." Draco slowly entered her and both lost track of everything else.