It was a strange sensation to fall for such a long time. She had been tense at first, expecting a collision with some sort of surface, and she'd panicked when she found her hand had lost its grip on her wand, and it was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it was falling beside her somewhere, in this confounding darkness.

After she relaxed a little, she'd notice that it was awfully similar to Alice in Wonderland, except less bizarre. She didn't start reciting geography lessons, nor did she see a jar of marmalade on a supposed shelf. The darkness didn't give way to any nonsensical delight, and she just continued a pleasant sensation of perpetual descent into the unknown of the area underneath Myrtle's bathroom.

At last, she reached the ground after Merlin knows how long, and she landed with a resounding thump on a soft surface. Just in case it was a Devil's Snare like the one they had encountered way back in first year, she relaxed her muscles completely, and lay still. After a moment or two, when she realized the surface was not a slithering plant trying to kill her, Hermione sat up and tried to familiarize her surroundings.

Nothing.

There was absolutely nothing to be seen, heard, or felt, other than what she was sitting on, it seemed. If this was a prank, she would never forgive herself for falling into a petty trap such as this. She, along with Harry and Ron, had gone through much worse than this, so why had she fallen for this trick, if it were, indeed, a prank?

'Pansy,' Hermione called out tentatively, with an edge to her voice. 'Pansy Parkinson, are you there or not? This had better not be a silly trick you're playing, Parkinson, because if it is, I can give you detention with Filch for a month!' Still, nothing.

Then, 'Hermione? There you are,' came from the shadows.

'Ron?' This was strange. Ron had--no he hadn't. Neither Harry nor Ron had come back ever since they'd left her with their essays. What was Ron doing here? He couldn't be in on the joke, could he?

'Ron, is that you?'

'Yeah, Mione. It's me, where are you? I can't see a thing.' A sound of something being knocked over could be heard resounding in the chamber. 'Ow!'

'Hermione, I think I found a lamp.'

And suddenly it was light again. Hermione found that she was on an oriental style mattress on the floor of a stone floor, and that she was having trouble seeing from the sudden intrusion of such bright light. As she blinked to let her eyes get used to it, she also realized something very out of place.

Ron wasn't wearing anything.

He grinned at her, almost hungrily, and said, 'Hellllllo Hermione,' in a singsong voice.


Draco fell into routine; put the hair in guck, drink guck, eat a piece of chocolate, gargle with wine (to get rid of the taste). Get undressed. And begin to fabricate the lies the client will believe during the sex. All he really had to do was act like an oaf at first, and then let a little lust show through. It always worked with the other girls.

He felt the familiar sensation of bubbles under his skin, tingling like always during a change. He felt his frame get lankier, feet grow bigger, fingers becoming square-er. He felt his hair grow longer, and felt his nose get shorter and stubbier. When he felt nothing more, he stepped into the darkness Granger was enveloped in, and answered her call.

'Hermione, there you are,' Draco said, in the annoying Weasley voice. He added some confusion to it.

'Ron? Ron, is that you?' She sounded worried. Perhaps she knew about Potty and the Weasel's disappearance. No matter, thought Draco. She was going to be mind-wiped again anyway.

'Yeah, Mione. It's me, where are you? I can't see a thing.' He dropped the goblet on the ground, and picked up a lamp. 'Ow!' He yelled loudly, liking the sound of the Weasel blundering and making a fool of himself.

'Hermione, I think I found a lamp.'

And then Draco stepped into the light, turning the lamp on as bright as it would go. Then he grinned widely at the sight of Granger's form loosely covered with a green tee and bottoms. She looked shocked now, and slightly confused, blinking away the spots that most certainly covered her vision at the moment. She squinted at him, and eyes widening, looked away. Her face began to redden. It was...cute. For a mudblood.

'Hellllo Hermione,' Draco sang out, walking towards the mattress she was sitting on. He planned to stumble, trip, and fall on top of her, grin sheepishly and kiss her.

It worked. She was clearly taken by surprise, but as she had the other night, she responded eagerly to Weasley's lips crushing hers. He slowed the kiss to nibble on her bottom lip, but she took that as a chance to pull away.

'Ron, what are you doing?' she demanded without much conviction. She spoke while her gaze lingered on his lips. 'Are you involved in this petty trick being played on me?' she asked, trembling slightly when Draco caressed her cheek in answer.

'I just wanted to be with you, Herm...' He trailed off, pulled his most sincere puppy dog eyes, and kissed her again. She began to struggle once more, but gave up quickly, moaning softly. He pressed his half-erect penis against her thigh, and received a grind in return. If he hadn't been the one to deflower her last night, Draco would have sworn that she had had done this a many times before.

He would take her differently this time, Draco thought, as he undressed Granger with a flick of his wand, pausing in between kisses.

Then his breath caught. The night before, he hadn't looked at her too closely, just wanting a good fuck before bed. Blushing, she looked up at him shyly from a slightly lowered head. Her bushy mane was now all over the place, released from what few hair pins she had placed to hold it in place. He let his eyes linger over the curves on the mudblood's body, hungrily eyeing the creamy breasts in particular. He was going to enjoy himself, he decided.

He devoured the globes, kneading and nibbling and sucking and teasing until she whimpered. He trailed his tongue down her stomach, circled the belly button, and faced her sex. She was, by now, slick with juices, which he gladly lapped up. He took a finger, gingerly opened the lips, and searched again for her clitoris. Once he found the hard nub, he squeezed it, inciting from her a squeak undeserved of the Griffindor bookworm.

Draco thrust two fingers into her, waiting for signs of an almost orgasm. Granger panted heavily, leaning back on the mattress while he was busy at work. Her breathing became more erratic, her hands pulling at Weasley's hair.

He smirked then, knowing how close to the edge she was. He pulled away, and turned her around so that she was facing the opposite wall, on all her fours. Granger looked mighty confused, and began to voice that confusion when Draco finally entered her with a swift thrust.

A/N: erm. it's been a while, and i've been through like, a dozen writer's blocks. Go blame it on the literacy test. Sorry if the sexual content either bother you or doesn't seem natural or something. I'm still getting used to writing it, not reading it. >>;; And you'll see more harry+ron involvement soon. I promise.