A/N: Hello again! Sorry for these long update gaps. I have this disorder where I don't feel like getting up off of my ass, lol. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sorry, JKR's the billionaire, not me.
Chapter 7: What A Girl Wants
Blaise Zabini hated his life. He i never /i got what he wanted no matter how many people he tried to please. First there was his mother who he had let tell him who to date ever since he was old enough. If he had stopped listening to her sooner, maybe he and Hermione would have been together a long time ago. Then there was Parvati. He felt the need to constantly please her even though she never did anything for him in return. He even bought her that blasted ring, which cost him half of his father's trust fund.
Least of all, Blaise hated having to please Voldemort. He never wanted to be a Death Eater. He thought that going after Muggles and Muggle-borns was horrible if not incredibly ridiculous. The only reason he did it was because he never went back on his promises. When his father had become a Death Eater, Blaise only being four at the time, he had asked Blaise to protect his mother should anything happen and he swore. He knew that if he did not take up his father's position, he and his mother would be killed. He did not want to be responsible for hurting his mother no matter how much she attempted to ruin his life.
He was going to see Hermione today to explain everything. He felt horrible for leaving her like that the other day and he was hoping that, for once, things just might go his way.
On his way down the hall, he saw Ginny Weasley rushing by, looking like she had been crying. That couldn't be a good sign.
He first checked the library where his bright little witch was sure to be spending her day but she was not there. His second choice would have been the Head Common Room but he didn't feel like having a controversy with Draco right now, especially since the boy had been sending him covert looks ever since his tryst with Parvati at the ball. He then checked the grounds but she was nowhere. He was about to give up when he spotted Weasley lounging outside the door to the hospital wing.
"Weasley," he said in greeting. Ron shot him a glare worthy of Draco.
"What do you want," he asked as though he was nothing but scum.
'Well I sort of am'," Blaise reminded himself.
"I was wondering if you knew where Hermione went."
"What do you care?" Blaise could have sworn he heard a cough that sounded distinctly like the word 'traitor'.
"I wanted to apologize to her for being a jerk." Ron raised his eyebrows. "Do you know where she is or not?"
Still looking skeptically at Blaise, Ron nodded his head through the door to the infirmary. Blaise walked in, startled to see the Professor McGonagall speaking to Hermione in a hushed voice. This must be serious. When the Professor spotted him, she glanced at him suspiciously before nodding at Hermione and leaving the two together. Hermione furrowed her brows as though unsure if this was real or not.
He stepped forward. When he did so, he saw who's bed she was standing by. Hermione saw his line of vision and laughed humorlessly.
"Well, now you see what your cow of a girlfriend is capable of."
Blaise blinked at her. "Parvati did this? To Harry," the dark haired boy asked.
"Why so surprised," Hermione asked harshly.
"I just didn't think that--," he tried.
"That the girl that I told you on many occasions was a complete and utter bitch from hell could possibly hurt someone? Millionth time this week you've made a horribly wrong asumption if you ask me," she said, not looking at him. He had the decency to look guilty.
"What do you want?" It wasn't cold but it wasn't nice either.
"Maybe we could go somewhere a bit more private," he suggested.
"No, I think I'll stay here," she said bluntly. "My friend needs me. Besides, it's not like he's going to wake up from this anytime soon."
Blaise looked confused. "What exactly happened?"
"Oh, nothing," said Hermione sarcastically. "Just got slipped an illegal love potion that will never wear off."
He was still confused. "Who is he supposed to love," Blaise asked, already dreading the answer.
"Couldn't you guess," Hermione asked. "Who else would your girlfriend want preoccupied, fatally, I might add, with someone else so that her fiance wouldn't fool around with them?"
Blaise bowed his head. "I'm so sorry, Hermione."
"Then why be with her if your so God damn sorry," she fumed. "Why not just leave all of that behind and be with who you really love?"
"It's not that easy," Blaise yelled.
"Why not? All you have to do it tell her you won't stay with her anymore! You don't have to ruin your life," she cried.
"It's not just Parvati, Hermione," Blaise said, beginning to lose his temper. "You think this is some kind of game! It's always been about you and your studies and whether or not you are the girl you once were. I've seen you crying. It's pathetic! The people out their dying right now don't give a flying fuck whether or not you're happy with your love life! Think! You've always been so bloody good at it!"
"You care so much about people dying yet you're the one agreeing to kill them," shouted Hermione.
"War was never about sympathy. War is about loyalty and the greed of man and every other pointless fucking thing in human nature."
"You don't have to reform to the system, Blaise. You can be different! Draco--"
"Draco is a coward," Blaise voiced for the first time. "He's terrified of what would happen if he would go back to Voldemort. He already denounced his ways when he let slip that he loved you."
"You--You TOLD on him," she said, unbelieving.
"What other choice did I have?"
"You could have stood up for your BEST FRIEND! You could have--"
"I would have been killed," he said quietly, his head bowed.
"So Draco's not worth your life? Am I," she asked, voice shaking slightly.
"So fucking typical, Granger! Always about you! I guess all there is left to ask is whether or not I'm in love with Parvati, right? Is that what you want? You and your god forsaken details! You've never looked at the big picture, that's your problem. That's why you did horribly in Divination. It's about looking at life as one and not as an intricate working of complicated parts. It's about who wins the war, not who dies in the process," Blaise explained in a manic fervor.
"Sometimes, when you love someone, one life can be worth the world," Hermione said softly, looking into his hazel eyes.
"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT LOVE," Blaise screamed, eyes blazing.
It was the first time Hermione had ever been told she knew nothing on a subject; the first time she thought the person saying it might be right.
"Have you ever loved someone so hopelessly that you would have died for them, repeatedly, had you had more than one life to give? Have you ever longed to touch a person, even just to talk to them just to hear their voice? Have you ever wanted all that and not been able to get it? All because of some stupid, organized, RULE? The bloody rules that you live your life by so graciously," he asked.
Hermione shuddered.
"I thought not. Well, now you know. I don't love Parvati. Never have, never will," Blaise said simply.
And he walked away.
It had been hours. Hermione could tell by the mist forming slowly outside the infirmary window. Harry had woken up once and been hushed back to sleep after inquiring about the tear stains on Hermione's face. Ron had apparently left when Hermione and Blaise had begun shouting. It was almost past midnight when she had given up on watching Harry and decided to make her way down to the Head Common Room. She was sure that Draco would be looking for her and sure enough, he was pacing the room, looking worried.
"Where were you," he asked, coming to make sure she was all right.
"With Harry," Hermione said. Catching Draco's furious look, she added "Not like that. I'll explain later."
Draco accepted reluctantly when she saw how worn out she looked. "I had wanted to take you to Hogsmeade today but it's too late now," he said.
"Says who," Hermione said, looking forward to some fresh air and to forget about Blaise and Harry.
"You--you really want to go now," Draco asked, a glint in his eye. "But how? We're not supposed to be out--"
"You're Draco Malfoy! I would have thought that you would be a super-sleuth in sneaking out of the castle. Luckily, Harry let me borrow his invisibility cloak," Hermione said, rushing upstairs to grab it.
"Brilliant," said Draco when she returned. He joined her underneath as they made their way to Hogsmeade, completely undetected.
After a very sweaty walk there in which both needed to stop to catch their breath on many occasions and where they almost got caught by Filch when Hermione tripped over a boulder and had her shoe show, they finally managed to make their way to a park bench outside of the Three Broomsticks. Hermione threw the cloak off. She hoped no teachers would be visiting the village this late.
Draco strung his arm around her and turned to face her. Being that close to her in a confined space for so long had gotten him extremely hard. He lifted her with ease and situated her on his lap. Hermione giggled.
"So," he said, a sexy grin now encompassing his face "what makes a girl like Hermione Granger feel good?"
"W--what do you mean," Hermione stammered.
Draco chuckled, his piercing eyes causing lovely sensations to spread through her chest. "What turns you on?"
"You," Hermione said simply. Draco laughed again.
"I could figure that much out," he said, gyrating his thigh slightly so that it moved under her now soaking skirt. "What else?"
"Well, Blaise obviously, but--"
"Forget about Blaise, love. It doesn't have to be a person. What about dirty talk? What about bondage? You like being tied up and called a little whore? Public exposure? Role play? Come on, you gotta help me out here," Draco said, still rocking his hips.
Hermione seemed to be a bit overwhelmed. Her eyes were wide and Draco could feel the river cascading onto his suede pants.
"Well, there is one thing," Hermione said shyly.
"Anything," said Draco hoarsely. She blushed.
"Anything," Hermione asked, a sly grin appearing on her innocent face.
"Anything," Draco repeated. "But first. let's grab some butterbeer. I didn't just make a half hour trip to Hogsmeade to leave right away."
After they had got some butterbeer, they went back out on the bench where their private licks and touches would be less noticeable. Back on Draco's lap again, Hermione began to kiss him in earnest before she couldn't take it anymore.
She got up from Draco's lap, unruffling her skirt where it had bunched, and backed away, still smiling wildly. "Follow me," she said, turning and speed walking back towards Hogsmeade station. Once inside the castle, Draco on her tail, Hermione rushed down the halls until she found the infirmary. She knew that this was wrong but she had wondered for so long.
Draco caught up with her, crouching down, hands on his knees, to try and catch his breath. "You know," Draco said, still panting "for wearing a skirt and heels, you sure can run a relay."
Hermione giggled. "Just because I don't play Quidditch doesn't mean that I can't run."
When the blond boy got up from his overdramatized coughing fit, he looked up to see where it was that this feisty witch had brought him.
"What are we doing here," he asked.
"Promise me you won't freak out," Hermione said, bracing herself.
"Love, I probably have the kinkiest fantasies of anyone in this school, you can show me."
"Okay," she said skeptically as she walked into the infirmary door, hand in hand with the one person she should never be doing this with.
Stepping tentatively into the bright light of the hospital, Hermione spotted her best friend at the far corner, right where she had left him only an hour ago. She didn't look back at Draco. She was afraid of what she might see.
"Harry," she said softly, approaching the bed and brushing aside the jet-black hair and revealing his thin scar. He stirred. His eyes, green now, such a beautiful contrast to the unearthly blue they had been yesterday evening, were staring up at her with a mixture of joy and confusion.
"Hi, 'Mione. Erm, where am I again?"
"You don't remember me telling you everything," Hermione said, a creeping sensation in her gut telling her that perhaps this was not such a good idea. "I was up here only a bit ago."
Harry's brow furrowed for a moment before realization crept over his features. "Yeah, 'course I remember," he said sleepily. Hermione grinned. She rarely saw Harry this relaxed.
Hermione looked back at Draco to see one eyebrow raised and standing uncharacteristically back, looking unsure. "Harry," she said, turning back to his bedside "you have a visitor." Harry peered past Hermione's form to see the blond, who had not, at first, realized was there. Harry started.
"What the fuck is he doing here," Harry groused. In a flash, Madam Pomfrey came out of her office to reprimand Harry for his language and to tell Hermione and Draco that they could only have a few more minutes because Harry needed to rest. Hermione wondered vaguely if all the teachers had 'Bad Behavior Sensors'. First being levitated out of the library and now this. She also wondered where Pomfrey had been when her and Blaise were arguing. She sure could have used the distraction then.
When Hermione didn't answer his question, Harry rounded on Draco who took a step out from the shadows and fixed Harry with a glare worthy of a particularly disgusting skrewt. Then, losing his exterior all together, Draco turned to Hermione. "That's a good question, Granger. What the fuck i am /i I doing here?". He coughed. "Minus the fuck part."
"Well, you asked me what made me feel good and here you have it..." Hermione wasn't sure what kind of reaction that statement would merit. However, judging by the looks on their faces, neither Draco nor Harry had the faintest inkling what she was talking about.
"Draco," Hermione said in the bravest voice she could muster "I want you to have sex with Harry Potter and," both boys eyes were now as wide as dinner plates "let me watch."
Harry shot up out of the bed with a snap. Draco saw this and backed away so furiously that he tripped on his trainers and fell backwards on the floor.
"WHAT!"
Hermione was surprised to see that Harry was the first to react.
"Hermione, when I said 'anything', I didn't mean--," Draco tried, still on the floor.
"I've just been poisoned with God knows what and you're--you're--!"
"Stop," Hermione said in exasperation. "This was a bad idea."
"God damn right it was," Harry said, taking an extremely large gulp of his sleeping potion as though it were firewhiskey and he was trying to forget everything that had just happened, which Hermione reminded herself, he probably was. He colapsed upon his bed once more, fast asleep.
Hermione turned to see Draco, wiping a fleck of dust from his robes where he had hit the floor, staring determinedly at the floor, eyes half shut.
"I don't believe you," he said finally.
"I told you not to freak out! I knew it'd be bad enough with Harry just waking up and everything..."
Draco just stared at her, mouth slightly open and eyes wide. He continued this all the way up to their common room. Hermione just sat there opposite him on the red sofa, where they had first kissed. She felt much more uncomfortable than on that occasion. Draco still looked like he had swallowed a particularly over-inflated balloon.
After a few minutes of silence in which Hermione had bitten her lip so hard that it had begun to bleed, Draco finally got out of his stupor and broke the stagnant air.
"I'm curious, Hermione, what the hell were you thinking," Draco said, one pale eyebrow raised in challenge.
"Well, you said that--," she tried.
"Oh don't give me that "you said anything" crap because I'm not buying it. I've watched you for over six years. Don't lie to me," said Draco. He actually looked a bit angry, Hermione thought.
"You're right," she said, standing up and moving farther away from their couches. She didn't really feel like being verbally throttled right now for something that wasn't her fault. "The reason that Harry's in the hospital is because of Parvati. That's why she wasn't at breakfast.," Hermione said in a baritone. Draco looked puzzled but she continued. "For some inexplicable reason, probably having a lot to do with Blaise, she thought she had the right to feed Harry and illegal love potion. And it's not one of those ones from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It's dark magic that McGonagall said was completely irreversible."
"Why are you telling me this," Draco asked, starting to fidget in his seat.
"I'm getting there," Hermione said impatiently. "The love potion," she paused, looking directly into Draco's eyes, "was to make him fall in love with me." She waited. When Draco did nothing but continue to stare at her, she went on. "And unless I have sexual intercourse with Harry, he'll die," she finished.
Ignoring the fact that Hermione had just let slip that her best friend for most of her life was about to die, Draco said "That stupid little bitch! I guess it's true what they say about becoming like the one's your with." Hermione could only assume that he was speaking of Blaise. Draco continued, "But why in the hell did you think that me having sex with Potter, a boy no less, would make all of this okay," he growled.
"I--I thought that if you and Harry bonded, all three of us might be able to--to-- Oh, I don't know what I was thinking," she cried. She walked back over to her sofa and collapsed in a trembling heap.
"Hermione," Draco said softer though he did not move to comfort her. "This isn't your fault, all right? If you have to be with Potter, then so be it. Just please don't drag me into this."
Hermione raised her head, looking at him with tear stained eyes. He hopped the table and sat down beside her, pulling her close. He held her for a time until she stopped crying enough to speak. "I don't know what to do," she voiced. "I don't like Harry like that! He's my best friend and I don't want to ruin that! I love you, Draco! And then there's Ginny and Bl--," Hermione stopped herself as she felt Draco's body tense.
"I've always hated Potter but now I feel kind of bad for him," Draco said, easing up again. 'But," he said, turning his head in Hermione's direction. "does the potion wear off after you have sex with him?"
Hermione knew this would be coming. "No," she said sadly but truthfully. "That's why it's such dark magic, it permanent!" Seeing the hatred in Draco's eyes, she added very quickly "But McGonagall's working on it! She says she might be able to find a way to reverse it!"
"I'm sorry that this had to happen to you, Hermione," he said, resting his forehead on hers. He leaned down and kissed her. She felt his velvety hot tongue against her own and his hard chest pressed up against her through his robes. She couldn't help but moan. He then began kissing down her neck, leaving a fiery trail of wet lust all along her collar, his soft hair tickling her as he went down. When he reached the top of her black Hogwarts robe, he took her hand and motioned for her to stand up as he lifted it from her body. Hermione was grateful because the temperature in the room seemed to have increased ten-fold.
"Hermione," he whispered as he cupped a breast and began kneading it roughly, bringing her small nipple to sharp peak.
Then he pushed her down on the scarlet sofa so that she bounced slightly with her fall. The blazing hungry look in Draco's eyes and all of his roughness was soaking Hermione's panties.
"God you're beautiful," he said, looking at her rapidly rising and falling chest. "You know what, Hermione, I think you deserve anything that you want right about now," Draco said slyly, sitting next to her and brushing her hair from her eyes.
"You mean--?"
"I do," Draco said, smirking her trademark smirk and laying atop her, trying to adjust his erection so that he did not press it uncomfortably on her skirt. He kissed her again. "I know that that love potion isn't the only reason you want to see Potter and I together," Draco said, now pressing his sharp hips into her. She moaned.
"You like seeing boys together, don't you," rocking his hips against her. "You loved it when you me and Blaise, I saw how flushed you were." His sped up his grinding. "You'd love it if I did that to Potter, wouldn't you?" She arched her back. "If I was with Harry and we wouldgrind together until we both come. Would you like that?" Hermione pressed herself to Draco one last time as she came in her pants.
"I though so," Draco said, still atop her, waiting for her to calm down before he pulled her up by the hand and out of the common room. "Hermione gets what she wants."
A/N: Ah! We're getting to our first major smut part and I'm a bit nervous... How far should I go? Please let me know! Slightly dirtier version can be found at this link: http/hp.