"Nope. Nuh uh, not a chance, Granger. Go change."
Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Don't call me Granger. You sound like Draco."
"Then don't dress like you're heading for a funeral instead of a bachelorette party," Ginny protested.
"There's nothing wrong with this dress," Hermione replied, inspecting her dress. It was white and floor length, with big pink orchids scattered around.
"Pretty sure my Aunt Muriel has the exact same one in her closet."
"What do you think, Harry?" Hermione called to her friend, who was reclined on the couch with his nose in a book.
"I think I should go read under the invisibility cloak and stay far away from this conversation," Harry answered, sinking lower into the couch.
"I am under strict instructions to not let you out of this house tonight unless you're wearing the slinky, black strapless number you're hiding in your suitcase," Ginny said, and pointed to the stairs. "So, get your arse back up there and change."
"Strict instructions from whom?"
"Lizzie," Ginny answered, holding up a piece of parchment. "She also said to tell you that you got the position with the Licensing Enforcement Department."
"Really? You should have led with that information!" Hermione cried, snatching the parchment from Ginny. Her eyes scanned the letter and a smile spread across her face. "Oh, that's such a relief!"
"What's this new position mean, Min?" Harry asked, laying his book aside.
"It means I won't be stuck behind a desk all the time now. I'll go out and track down people that haven't registered their wands with MACUSA. It sounds a little lame, but I'll actually get to work with a team and be out and about in the city. Plus, I'll get a nice raise and be able to get out of that closet I've been stuck living in. It's not something I see myself doing forever, but definitely a step up."
"That's great. Congratulations!" Harry walked over and hugged her. When he stepped back his brow furrowed and he shook his head. "I've changed my mind though. Gin's right, you can't wear that dress tonight. It's like you're your own cockblock."
"For Godric's sake," Hermione groaned, as Ginny gave a triumphant laugh.
"Oh, come on Min! Go change into the slinky dress! For me, please!" Ginny whined and pouted her lips.
"Fine," Hermione conceded, and went back up the stairs. Five minutes later she returned wearing the strapless, black dress that Lizzie had picked out for her, weeks earlier, and a pair of black pumps. "Better?"
"Hell yeah!" Ginny waved her wand and black rectangle came flying out of the hall closet. "This will go perfectly with it," she insisted, pushing a black clutch purse into Hermione's hands.
"Thanks." Hermione transferred a few essentials into the clutch and tucked her wand into the side pocket she had fashioned on the inside of her dress. "Now, are you ready for your last big night out as an unmarried woman?"
"Yes! Love you, don't wait up!" Ginny said, kissing Harry and scurrying for the back door.
"Keep her in line," Harry murmured to Hermione.
"Heard that!"
"I'll try my best," Hermione promised, with a laugh. She waved to Harry and then followed Ginny to the back garden. The two girls linked arms and disapparated with a loud crack. A few quick seconds of twisting and turning and they landed in an alley, one block north of the restaurant. "Ready?" Hermione asked, attempting to tug the hemline of her dress closer to her knees.
Ginny watched with raised eyebrows. "Pull it down much further and the people passing by will see much more than they expected this evening."
"Good point." Hermione grimaced as she hiked the top back up a few inches.
"Once we get a few drinks in you, you won't care much. Let's go eat some ridiculously overpriced French food." Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her to the high street. Once they got the WALK signal, they scurried across the road and up to the restaurant, where the rest of the bridal party was waiting.
The girls kept dinner a low key affair. Fleur helped them navigate the foreign menu items and they all limited themselves to two glasses of wine. That is, all except Hermione. She ended up with double as she snuck sips of Ginny's in order for her friend to keep up appearances. Being a Muggle restaurant, it would have been risky to just vanish it with magic, so Hermione kept swapping hers and Ginny's glasses throughout the meal. When it was time to walk to the theater, Hermione was regretting her shoe choice. Walking in heels wasn't the easiest thing on a normal day. The effort she had to exert, while seeing double, was almost excruciating.
"You all right?" Ginny whispered, lending Hermione a supportive arm.
"Peachy keen," Hermione sighed. She snuck a hunk of bread, from one of the three rolls she had shoved in her clutch, and shoved it in her mouth. "Hopefully some bread and the show will sober me up in time for the club."
At the theater, Angelina and Qwenog made a beeline for the bar. "Drinks before the show starts!" Qwenog declared.
Hermione groaned as she hoisted herself onto a barstool. Ginny gently rubbed her back and took the seat beside her. When the bartender found out the group were there for a hen night, he insisted that the first round was on the house.
"First round?" Hermione said meekly, shooting a pleading look at Ginny.
"Only round," Ginny quietly reassured.
Hermione waited for Ginny to place her order, then ordered the same for herself. When the gin and tonics arrived, Ginny would pretend to sip from hers, before discreetly trading glasses with Hermione.
"Another one, ladies?" the bartender asked after Hermione pushed the two empty glasses away.
"No thanks, just directions to the loo," Hermione answered. The bartender smiled and pointed her towards a set of gold doors on the left. She swayed slightly when she got to her feet, but carefully made her way to the doors. The black letters printed above them swam in front of her face. Attempting to keep a controlled composure, she made an executive decision and headed for the door on the left.
"Hold on Hermione, I need to go too," a musical voice called. A gentle, but insistent tug on her right arm led her away from her chosen door and through the one to the right. Slightly startled, Hermione looked over to see Luna's big, bright eyes gleaming at her. "Sorry if I frightened you, but I thought it might be better than walking into the men's room."
"Oh, yeah, thanks Luna," Hermione said, bracing herself against the wall in hopes that the black and white tiled floor would stop spinning.
"I can help you, if you'd like," Luna offered.
Hermione arched her eyebrows and slowly shook her head. "I think I can manage the next part on my own, thanks."
"Oh! No, not with the toilet. I mean with Ginny and the new baby."
That statement brought sobriety to Hermione's brain.
"Wait, how do you know about the baby? She hasn't told anybody about it yet!"
"She didn't tell me. She doesn't have to. You can tell just by how different her aura is radiating lately," Luna stated simply. "Plus, every now and then, when she thinks no one else is looking, she rubs her hand across her stomach."
Hermione should have known that if anyone would pay attention to every minute detail, it'd be Luna Lovegood. Not much escaped her radar.
"But I can intercept a few of her drinks tonight, if you'd like. They seem to be taking a toll on you already," Luna continued.
"That would be wonderful," Hermione breathed. She was so relieved she threw her arms around the blonde witch and hugged her tight. "I was beginning to worry if I'd make it out of the club alive! It's not a problem if I'm getting her drinks. I can just sneak something non-alcoholic into her cup. But with the others giving her drinks and shots, it gets a bit trickier."
"No problem. We can tag-team her drinks tonight on the instances when we can't control what goes into her cup."
"Thanks! Now, if you'll excuse me, I really do need to use the loo!" Hermione grimaced and dashed into a toilet stall.
Once she had relieved herself of all the wine, she exited back to the bar with Luna. Ginny glanced up at her and bit her lip guiltily, holding up a two full gin and tonics.
"Thanks Gin!" Luna piped up, taking one of the glasses like it was always meant for her.
Ginny shot a look of confusion at Hermione, but didn't contest Luna commandeering the drink.
"I'll explain later," Hermione whispered, taking her seat. "But for the moment, I have a backup."
Ginny nodded and didn't question it any further. As she took a faux-sip of her cocktail, the lights flashed, signaling the imminent start of the show. Luna downed her gin and tonic in one gulp. While the others had their backs turned, she traded glasses with Ginny and gulped down the second drink. Hermione stared in wonder, thinking their night in the club would be anything but boring. True colors were going to shine through.
Once they were settled into their comfy seats, Hermione was able to relax and let the tipsiness wear off while the actors put on an immersive show. Thankfully, during the intermission, Ginny insisted that she was fine without a drink and wanted to wait until they got to the club before she drank anything else. The second half seemed to fly by as Hermione got wrapped up in the story, and she was slightly confused when the lights came up and the cast walked out onto the stage to take their final bows.
"Wonderful show," Fleur said, clapping and standing up. "I never realized Muggles could put on such an inspiring performance."
Hermione's lips twitched in annoyance and she was about educate Fleur on the myriad of capabilities of Muggles, but a tug on her arm cut her off. Turning around, she was met with a grinning Ginny.
"For Fleur, that's a pretty good compliment," Ginny whispered as the group shuffled from their seats and made their way to the lobby. ""Harry's given her the same speech you were about to and in the end she just smiles and says 'Okay'. It's just easier to let her live in her Fleur World," she concluded with a shake of her head.
The group wound their way through the busy sidewalks, back to the alleyway that Ginny and Hermione had originally apparated to. One by one, they disapparated to a spot just around the corner from the dance club Hermione had found. From the outside, they could already hear and feel the pulsing music.
"This place looks pretty posh and picky," Angelina said, eyeing up the line of people that reached all the way down the block.
"Yeah, I'm not sure if we're gonna get in here, Min," Ginny fretted. She looked at her watch and added, "I'm sure if we go now, we can find somewhere else and still have time to dance and drink before closing."
"Just trust me," Hermione whispered. "And act like you belong." She gave the others a reassuring nod, adjusted her dress for maximum cleavage, and sauntered toward the doorman. She hated using blatant sexuality to get her way, but her plan was already shaky and she wanted to make sure she had every advantage working for her.
The bouncer was pretty much the stereotypical club guardian- tall, broad, and muscles rippling upon muscles. He stood next to the closed, roped off door, and was holding a clipboard as he kept an eagle-eye on the crowd gathered before him. Hermione plastered on her biggest smile and walked right up to him.
"Hi there, handsome-"
"Name," the bouncer barked, before Hermione could say anything more.
Hermione's smile faltered for a nanosecond, but she pushed on and answered, "Hermione Granger."
"You'll have to get in line with the rest of them, darling." He gestured to the end of the line.
"Oh, no, I'm on the list."
"No, you're not," the bouncer refuted, not even looking at her.
"But, you didn't even look," Hermione persisted. She pointed to the clipboard and felt her fingertips tingle. 'Merlin, let this work,' she silently pleaded.
"Sweetheart, it's not everyday you meet a girl named Hermione. I have this list memorized and if your name was on it, believe me, I'd remember."
"If you could just have a quick little look, I'm sure my name is on there. Pretty please?" Hermione insisted in an over-the-top, sugary voice.
"It's okay, Min. We can go somewhere else," Ginny whispered in her ear.
Hermione ignored her and kept her eyes and smile directed at the doorman. He let out an irritated sigh, shook his head, and held up the clipboard. "I'm telling you ladies, there is no Hermione Gr-" He went suddenly silent and looked up at Hermione, then back at the list. "Hermione Granger, party of seven?"
Hermione smiled wide in relief. "That's us!"
"Not sure how I let such a unique and beautiful name slip my mind," he replied, winking as he unhooked the rope across the door. "You lovely ladies have a fun evening and don't hesitate to find me if you need help getting home."
"Aww, you're sweet. Thank you," she said, giving his arm a squeeze. As she and the rest of the group filed through the door, the disgruntled complaints of the other waiting clubgoers followed them. They heard the bouncer call out, "Calm down, they were on the list!" as the door closed and the angry shouts were replaced with thumping dance music.
"Hermione Jean Granger," Ginny shouted, her eyes wide in awe. "What just happened?"
"I made sure we were on the list," Hermione answered with a shrug. "Drinks?"
The other girls agreed in earnest, Alicia leading the way to the bar. With a new surge of confidence, it didn't take long for Hermione to relax and enjoy a few drinks and let loose a bit on the dance floor. When it was her or Luna's turn to buy a round, they would make sure Ginny's was just sparkling mineral water, dressed up as some fruity cocktail. For all the other times, it was like a sneaky game of pass the parcel.
Happily buzzed, Hermione had made her way from the dance floor to the bar, and was waiting for a fresh round of drinks. Tapping her fingers to the beat, she couldn't help but overhear the conversation taking place beside her.
"Come on, beautiful! Just one dance!" an insistent male voice was saying.
"Get lost. I've already told you no," the woman next to her answered.
Hermione glanced over and saw a woman in tight black jeans and a red halter top inching back towards her. The man seemed to take the hint as he threw his hands up in defeat and said, "You're loss, baby." But as he walked past, he reached out and grabbed the woman's backside, adding, "Sorry, couldn't resist."
The woman gasped and before Hermione could give her own actions a second thought, she reached out and grabbed the sleazy man's crotch. He let out a scared little yelp and froze as Hermione squeezed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. This underwhelming package was just too hard to resist," Hermione sweetly cooed.
"Let go you mental bint!" he hissed.
"Then I suggest you take the lady's suggestion and get lost," Hermione warned, digging her nails through his denim pants. "Next time, you'll be leaving the club missing bits."
By that time, the man could only nod his head as his eyes bulged. Hermione released her grip and he made to dart the opposite direction. Unfortunately he ran straight into the bouncer, who was twice the man's size.
"Just once I'd like to have a night when I don't have to add anyone to the Lifetime Ban List," he sighed, grabbing the guy by the back of his shirt collar. "Miss Granger," he acknowledged as he spun the grabber around and escorted him to the exit.
"Did you just grab some stranger's knob?" Ginny demanded.
Hermione jumped at her friend's sudden appearance. "No, I grabbed some arsehole's prick to show him what it feels like to be objectified." She started handing Ginny drinks as the bartender set them on the counter. "That one is yours," Hermione said, pointing out a fizzy pink drink, topped with an umbrella. She turned back to pay, but the bartender waved her off.
"On the house. That bloke's been treading on thin ice all night. It's nice to see someone put him in his place."
"Oh, thank you. Happy to make sure all the other women have a grope free evening." Hermione picked up the last few drinks and started to follow Ginny. A gentle tap on her shoulder stopped her and she turned around. The woman in the red halter top was there, smiling at her.
"Gemma," she said, introducing herself with a little wave. As her hand fell, she let it lightly brush down Hermione's arm. "I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out with that scumbag."
Hermione introduced herself and replied, "You're welcome. I hate how some men think they can get away with crude behaviour just because they have a penis."
"He couldn't take the hint that he just wasn't my type," Gemma explained. She took a step back and let her gaze rake over Hermione. "You, on the other hand…" When Hermione's eyes grew wide, Gemma let out a tinkling laugh. She leaned forward and Hermione gave a little shiver of excitement at the feel of Gemma's warm breath on her ear. "If you should ever fancy a drink, someplace a bit more quieter," she whispered. Her lips delicately trailed across Hermione's cheek, as she felt Gemma tuck a piece of paper into the top of her dress. "Have a good night, Hermione." And with that, she turned and went to join her friends on the other side of the club.
By the time Hermione reached her own group of friends, she had normalized her breathing and relearned how to blink. Ginny just stood and grinned at her. "First time a woman tried to pick you up?" she asked.
"Yeah, bit surreal, but nice," Hermione laughed, handing Angelina a drink and passing another to Fleur.
By the time last call was announced, each of the girls were stumbling about, slurring their words, making wild proclamations about how much they loved each other, and laughing like crazy. Ginny was playing her part well, swaying and stumbling with the rest.
"Evening ladies," Neville called as the group staggered through the entrance to The Leaky Cauldron. "I see the hen night was a successful one."
"Indeed!" Qwenog cried, falling into one of the cushy chairs by the fireplace. Neville just shook his head and continued wiping down the bar.
"Thank you all for such an amazing night," Ginny said, making her way through the group and hugging everyone. "It really was the best!"
One by one, the girls climbed into the fireplace, shouting out various destinations, until it was just Hermione and Ginny left in the bar, with Neville. Ginny sighed and said, "Ahh, I can finally be sober again."
"I'm going to need a little bit more time for that," Hermione said slowly, holding onto the back of a chair. "Thanks for letting us use the floo, Nev!"
"Anytime. Safe travels," Neville replied, waving to the girls.
Ginny stepped behind the grate and called out, "Potter Cottage." A flash of emerald green and she was gone.
Hermione slowly followed in her footsteps, though considerably less gracefully. She knocked the grate over and it crashed down, a loud clang echoing through the empty bar. "Shit," Hermione muttered, reaching down and wrestling with the hunk of iron, trying to stand it back upright.
Neville chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll set it straight."
Hermione nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. She stood up, grabbed some Floo powder, and without second thought, called out "The Burrow!"
She immediately knew she had screwed up and couldn't help but laugh as she was spun through the network of fireplaces. When her feet landed on solid ground, she was joking on ashes and soot and fell out of the hearth, onto her hands and knees. Hermione half wheezed, half laughed as she looked up into the startled faces of Ron and Arthur.
"Honey, I'm home," Hermione hiccuped.
"What's going on? Who's calling this late at night?" Molly Weasley came bustling into the sitting room, drying her hands on a tea towel. "Hermione?"
"I think someone got lost coming back from the hen night," Arthur laughed. He helped Hermione back to her feet and led her over to his arm chair.
"Oh dear, look at your poor knees," Molly fussed. Hermione glanced down and saw blood trickling down her legs, stemming from two scrapes on her knees. "Give me a moment and I'll clean them up."
Molly hurried back to the kitchen and Hermione glanced up at her ex-husband and former father-in-law. She gave them a sheepish grin and explained, "I sort of forgot that Ginny doesn't live here anymore."
"It's all right, love. We'll get you there," Arthur reassured.
Molly reappeared with a bottle of Dittany. She waved her wand over Hermione's legs, siphoning off the blood, and dribbled a few drops of the potion over each knee. The scrapes faded within a few seconds and Hermione unsteadily rose back to standing.
"Thank you, and sorry for the late intrusion," Hermione apologized. She went to make her way to the fireplace, but tripped once more. This time strong arms caught her before she hit the floor.
"Let help you," Ron sighed, guiding her back to the fireplace.
"I'm perfectly capable of doing it on my own, Ronald."
"Obviously," Ron muttered, not letting go of her arms as she stepped over the grate. He stepped in after and wrapped one arm around her waist, while taking a pinch of Floo powder in the other.
"What are you doing?!"
Ron didn't answer. He dropped the powder and calmly said, "Potter Cottage." Hermione struggled against his hold, as they twisted and turned through the Floo Network, but Ron didn't let go until they had reached Harry and Ginny's.
"I'm not yours to manhandle like that anymore, Ronald!" Hermione cried, pushing him away and wiping ashes from her dress.
"Would you stop calling me Ronald? And a simple 'thanks' would do, but whatever."
"Thanks? For what? I didn't need your help!"
"Merlin, I didn't think it possible, but you're even bitchier when you're drunk! Most girls loosen up after a few drinks, 'Mione."
Hermione's screech rattled picture frames. "You take that back! I am NOT a bitch!"
"I didn't say you were a bitch. I said you're bitchy. There's a difference."
Hermione let out another irritated scream and stalked past a confused Harry and Ginny to the steps. She stumbled and tripped over the first one.
"Need some help?" Ron called after her.
"Fuck off, Ronald!" Hermione yelled, as she stomped the rest of the way to her bedroom. She slammed the door, kicked off her heels, and started pacing the room in irate agitation. "Fuck it," she murmured and dug the silver key out from the bedside table drawer. Following her evening trend of no second thoughts, Hermione spun on the spot. After a moment of pulling and twisting, she was standing in front of Draco's flat, trying to force the key into the lock. "Dammit," she grumbled, leaning against the door. She turned the key over and tried again. Just as it slid into the lock, the door opened and Hermione fell through the doorway, her fall broken by Draco's chest.
"Granger," he greeted. It made a nice change that Draco didn't move to help her stand or guide her to a safe, sitting place. He let her stand on her own time and volition, stepping away to close the door once she had gained her balance. "I was wondering when I would see you tonight. You don't disappoint," he acknowledged, his gaze sweeping up and down her body. "Though, you're an idiot for apparating when you're this drunk."
"Shut up Malfoy. I just got called a bitch by my ex-arse. I don't need a lecture from you." Hermione threw her purse on the floor, grabbed Draco by the neck and pulled him towards her until her lips crashed into his.
She seemed to have taken him by surprise with her forwardness, but he recovered quickly, pushing her back against the wall as their tongues battled for dominance. Hermione suckled on his bottom lip before giving it a nip. Draco growled and said, "Mmm, I do enjoy reaping the rewards of Weasel's stupidity."
Reaching around her back, Draco undid the zip on her dress and stood back as it fell around her feet. A small bit of paper fluttered down after it. Draco snatched it up before it met the floor and unfolded it. "Gemma? Who's Gemma, and what do these numbers mean?"
Hermione squinted at the bit of paper and felt a blush creep up her body. "I met her at the club earlier. Some jerk wouldn't leave her alone and grabbed her bum, so I grabbed his dick." Draco cocked an eyebrow in intrique. "Those numbers would be her telephone number. Apparently the guy wasn't her type, but I was."
Draco's steely eyes flashed silver. "That's fucking hot," he said, stepping forward to trap her between his body and the wall again. He started assaulting her neck with licks and bites.
"Typical male reaction," Hermione sighed, though she wasn't the least bit irritated by the comment. Playing into it, she added, "Her lips were soft and silky though."
Draco halted his ministrations and moved his head so that they were nose to nose. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight," he promised, before catching her lips for another hungry kiss. Hermione reached around, grabbing his arse and pulling him closer. As his nimble fingers worked the clasp free on her strapless bra, her fingers roamed south and undid his belt. Draco tossed her bra over his shoulder just as she pushed his trousers down and immediately grabbed for his briefs.
Draco grabbed her wrists and slowly guided her arms up, over her head. "Someone's an impatient witch. Let's play a little game."
"I'm not in the mood for games right now," Hermione said, pushing her hips against his.
"Then think of it as more of a test. You like tests, don't you Granger?"
"Will it be multiple choice or essay?" she asked dryly.
Draco smirked and answered, "A physical challenge. I'm going to start at the top and work my way down this gorgeous body." He trailed his index finger from her ear, across her jawline, down her neck, between her breasts, to her belly button. Hermione leaned heavily against the wall, nearly melting into a puddle with that single action. "You're not allowed to touch me or yourself. If you do, I'll have to stop and start all over again."
"And if I succeed in your test?" Hermione said breathlessly, running her hands over Draco's still clothed chest.
"You'll be rewarded, don't worry." He undid the top two buttons of his shirt, then pulled it off, tossing it aside. "Shall we begin?" Hermione nodded and Draco pulled her arms up over her head once more.
Placing his hands on either side of her head, against the wall, Draco bent down and gently clasped her ear between his teeth. He alternated between soft suckles and feathery flickers on the sensitive lobe. Hermione moaned and let her head fall to the side, exposing her slender neck. Draco moved his attention to the soft flesh just below her ear. As his mouth slowly worked down to the nape of her neck, his hands slowly grazed over her body. His touch was barely there, but as the pads of his fingers brushed against her nipples, heat rippled through Hermione's body. Draco's hands came to rest on her hips and continued to hold her against the wall.
"I thought you said no touching," Hermione gasped.
"I said you can't touch. I get to touch anything I want." Proving his point, Draco swept his fingers over her moist panties. Involuntarily, Hermione's hips pressed forward, desperately wanting more. "Don't worry, I'll get there...eventually."
Draco resumed showering her neck with torturous licks. Hermione held her composure until he his mouth reached her breasts. His tongue barely ghosted over her stiff nipple and she dug her fingers into his hair, arching into him. Draco immediately stopped and stood up straight.
"Tsk, tsk," Draco scolded. "I expected better of you, Granger."
"Please, just fuck me," Hermione moaned.
"While I do enjoy the begging," he said, running his tongue over her upper lip, "no. Now, try again."
Once again, Draco started at her ear and subjected Hermione to langid, tortured licks and strokes. Anguished whimpers peppered her heavy pants as Draco cupped her breasts and lavished each aroused peak with his skilled tongue. Just as her will was about to break, Draco abandoned her chest and continued south.
As he knelt down in front of the drenched black satin of her panties, his hands gripped her calves and kneaded their way up until he was gripping her backside. With a gentle nudge, he brought her hips forward and ran his tongue over the soaked garment. Hermione broke. She grabbed his head and pressed his face into her pussy.
Instantly, Draco's tongue retracted and he stood back up. He moved Hermione's arms back over her head, saying, "Third time's a charm right?"
"Please," Hermione keened. She thrust her hips into his and could feel that he was just as aroused as her.
"No," Draco simply answered, forcing her back against the wall. "If you can't follow the rules of the game, I'm going to have to tie you down and make you follow them."
"I thought it was a test, not a game," Hermione breathed.
Draco silenced her argument with by engulfing her lips with his. When he was satisfied that she wouldn't question him again, he restarted his ministrations with an even slower and more maddening precision.
Hermione's body squirmed and wriggled, writhed and bucked, yet she kept her hands pressed against the wall. When Draco finally reached her panties again and ran his tongue over the dripping cloth, Hermione let out a long moan of anticipation and clawed at the wall. Inch by agonizing inch, Draco pulled her panties down her legs. After tossing the damp scrap of cloth to the side, he nuzzled his nose against the patch of hair covering her pussy and, ever so lightly, flicked the tip of his tongue over her pulsing nub.
Hermione howled, "Please!" and slammed her hands against the wall.
Draco looked up at her with a wicked grin. "Congratulations, you've passed the test. Though, I can only give you an A, for Acceptable, since it took three tries."
"Fabulous," Hermione panted. "What now?"
"Now, your reward." Draco kissed her hard and plunged a finger between her folds.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Hermione purred against his lips.
He added another finger and beckoned with them against her pulsating walls. Leaving her bruised and swollen lips, Draco knelt down, gently parted her folds, and encircled her clit with his tongue. Hermione buried her fingers in his soft hair, tugging at his locks while she grinded against his face.
As her walls started to quiver, Draco started thrusting his fingers faster and deeper, and his sinful tongue fluttered against her clit at a mind melting speed. Crooking his fingers against her swollen core was her undoing. The pleasure and anticipation, that had been coiling inside her, reached the breaking point and Hermione splintered. She let out a final cry of ecstasy as she clenched and twitched around Draco's fingers.
Wasting no time, Draco stood and quickly shed his briefs, letting his cock finally spring free. Hermione ran her hand over her pussy, gathering some of her juices, and then started stroking his waiting erection. Draco leaned forward, humming his pleasure against her ear.
"I need to be inside you, now," Draco demanded. He lifted Hermione so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. With one hand supporting her arse, Draco took his cock in the other and circled her entrance several times before burying himself inside her.
Hermione wrapped her legs around him tighter, bridging any gap that may have remained between their bodies. It appeared as though Draco's time for patience and willpower was spent. There was nothing slow and controlled about his actions now. He thrust into her hard, crushing her back into the wall.
She didn't think she could handle another orgasm, but her body had other plans. It didn't take long for that pressure to build again and Hermione sank her teeth into Draco's shoulder as she came undone for a second time.
Her explosion spurred Draco on. He hammered into her harder, burying his face into her neck and biting along the sensitive flesh. Hermione dug her fingernails into his back as his hips snapped against her. She moaned against him, riding out her orgasm and preparing for his.
His words were punctuated with grunts and thrusts as he growled, "You don't know how crazy you make me. Bite me again," he demanded. Hermione bit into his other shoulder.
Draco dug his fingers into her arse and locked her into a bruising kiss as his eruption consumed him. Hermione continued to slowly grind against him until he shuttered to stillness, breathing heavy against her lips.
"Now I feel slightly drunk," he whispered. "I can't feel my legs."
Hermione let out a raspy giggle and said, "Maybe if you put me down."
"Good idea."
Stumbling a bit, he carried her around the corner to his bedroom and unceremoniously dropped her on the bed.
"Not quite what I meant," Hermione muttered, scooting herself up and collapsing on a pillow. Draco flopped down beside her and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Hermione rolled onto her stomach and was just starting to drift off when Draco's voice brought her back.
"Granger, this seems dumb to ask now, but are you-"
"Yes, you don't have to worry," she mumbled in reply.
"Okay, but what do you use?"
"Muggle pill."
Draco fell silent again and Hermione started dozing off. The silence didn't last long, though.
"Aren't you going to ask about me?"
Hermione groaned and rolled to face him. "Are you on birth control, Malfoy?"
Draco narrowed his eyes, not amused with her sarcasm. "I meant, aren't you worried that I might give you something?"
"Are you saying you're diseased?"
"No! But one would think you'd be more concerned about making sure."
"Good lord, your pillow talk is horrible. There's never been any concern. I know you're not diseased."
"How?" he challenged.
Hermione let out an irritated squeak and sat up, glaring down at him. "Because you're not some unknown dirtbag I picked up at the bar. I know how picky you are and how much of a control freak you are- with everything, not just who you sleep with. Knowing that, I'm certain you have your own vetting process for the women you jump into bed with, and should anything out of the normal arise, your arse would be in St. Mungos getting checked out quicker than Bowtruckles swarming Doxy eggs. Did I miss anything there?"
Draco didn't say anything and Hermione laid back down. She didn't close her eyes. She knew what was coming next.
"How do I know you're not-"
"Because I haven't been with anyone else since Ron. Now, go to sleep."
"Right." Draco settled back on his pillow and Hermione rolled back over. "It's good we got that out of the way. Better late than-"
"Go the fuck to sleep, Malfoy!"
A/N- I've been working on this chapter for a while and am so happy to finally get it done and posted. Hope it doesn't disappoint! If anyone would like to check it out, I started an author's Facebook page for myself. I'm hoping it helps keep people updated on my stories and will allow me to reply to questions/comments quicker. Check out my profile for the link!