You didn't think I'd leave you all high and dry like that did you? Remember when I said this fic is smutty… well, it's time to live up to that.
Thank you for the overwhelming response so far, I can't wait to see what everyone thinks of this chapter. I'm just going to drop you in the thick of where we left off, hope you enjoy!
Hermione panted as Draco released her lips, his hand smoothing over her breasts as he watched her. His thumb passed over her nipple. She felt the magic holding them break, it was designed to protect her from the cold not this kind of stimulation. Through the fabric, his thumb teased the now erect peak, and Hermione couldn't stop her panting breath.
Draco smirked as he tormented her and Hermione swore she would get her revenge. Slowly, he pinched one nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them as she moaned and jerked her hips up into him.
"Not yet, love." He murmured into her ear as she rubbed against him, trying to find enough friction for release.
He nipped, licked and sucked on her neck as his hand continued to play with Hermione's nipple. He dragged his teeth against her collarbone, making her writhe in his arms and yank his head back by his hair.
His eyes danced as she dragged him close enough to capture his lips with hers, this time nudging his mouth open and tangling her tongue with his. She twisted her hands in his hair further, pressing him down on her as he snogged her. She knew she'd gotten the upper hand when, with her nipples now abandoned, Draco ground his erection into her. She moaned into his mouth when the seam of his trousers pressed roughly against her, bringing a friction she desperately chased after in soft gasps.
Malfoy pulled away from their kissing, nipping at her chin and then her throat as he growled,
"Cheeky minx."
Hermione had wrapped her leg around Draco and was seeking her own pleasure; rubbing against his erection as she'd distracted him with her tongue. He sucked hard on the base of her neck before wriggling free of her grasp.
Hermione frowned at his wicked smile as he slipped one arm under her knee again, lifting it to kiss the inside of her thigh. Draco kissed her gently, lips barely brushing against her heated skin. Clearly attempting to torture her slowly as he kissed her inner-thigh lazily. He edged closer and closer to the desperate ache he had created between her legs.
"Please" she whinnied under his touch, trying to press into him.
She needed something more substantial than his featherlight touch burning her skin and making her throb.
"Patience, Hermione." Draco kissed the words into her skin, "I heard a rumour you're not wearing any knickers, and I intend to find out."
Hermione shifted her hips as his deft fingers found the edge of her dress and pushed it higher, grazing her arse as he pushed it over her hips and exposed her to him.
Part of Hermione thought she should be embarrassed to be laid bare to him in such a manner. To have so much of her body exposed in the cellar of Malfoy Manor with dozens of guests' floors above them, drinking and dining heedless to the fact their host was currently dragging his thumb through her folds and pressing against her clit.
"Oh gods," Hermione moaned, arching her back at the intense sensations he created in her body.
Draco slowly rubbed his thumb in a circle, watching her face as he lowered his head to her now glistening slit. One slow pass of his tongue along the length of her had Hermione moaning and reaching down to grip his hair.
He grinned into her as she stared down at him, her eyes dilated and desperate for more. He didn't torment her this time. Instead, his tongue pressed against her clit, flicking and lapping at the little bud as she clenched her hand in his hair.
Hermione wasn't new to sex. She'd had good sex before, but cunnilingus was something that had never really gotten her anywhere. They had tried a few times in her marriage; it generally ended with her frustrated and Ron annoyed.
This, however, was a completely new experience for her. Draco twisted his tongue around her clit, teasing and gentle before lapping lower and delving inside her passage with his tongue. He moved back to her clit, short teasing strokes before hard punishing ones pushed her closer and closer to the edge. One arm reached around her waist, tilting her upwards, changing the direction of his pressure and Hermione threw her arm out grabbing the fabric of the chaise, scrunching it hard in her hand as she moaned his name.
"Draco," she begged, she was so close teetering on the end of something mind-blowing as he swapped back to the short teasing strokes. "Please."
Draco shifted, getting himself comfortable between her legs as he continued to devour her. Hermione thought she would break entirely as he pressed one finger to her entrance. He pushed it into her slowly before pulling out and adding a second. The sensation of him inside her, the pressure of him plunging his finger, crooking them to hit the bundle of nerves in just the right place drove her hips upwards, lifting away from the chaise entirely as she chased her orgasm.
Hermione broke in waves, moaning her pleasure loudly as Draco continued to strum his fingers inside of her, coaxing her over the edge as his bright eyes watched her face.
"Oh god, Draco." She panted as she came down from the intense pleasure that still sent little shock waves through her.
Draco shifted his body forward again, carefully leant over her, the arm supporting himself now resting above her head. His left hand still pumping inside of her passage, relaxing the tight muscle.
"You're beautiful when you come." He said as he kissed her gently.
He tasted like her juices, but Hermione didn't care. His lips were soft against hers, and she kissed him back passionately. Hermione hadn't come like that in months, possibly years. He had given her that, and she wanted more of him. He pinned her with his body on the small chaise, and his fingers were unstoppable.
Hermione had to break their kiss finally as she moaned, the slow ministrations of his fingers were building the pressure inside her again. She covered his hand with her own and tried to push him to go faster, or deeper, or-
Hermione gasped as Draco slipped the slim sleeve of her dress over her shoulder and exposed her breast to him before latching his mouth around her nipple and sucking hard. He pulled at it until it hardened tightly, almost painfully so and then he swiped his warm tongue across it. Removing his mouth, he blew cold air across her nipple, and she gasped at the contrasting temperatures that raged in her body.
Draco gave an amused chuckle at her and kissed her firmly on the lips.
"Do you want to come again, love?" He whispered in her ear, nibbling her earlobe.
"Fuck, yes." Hermione moaned, trying to rub her whole body against him.
"Such language, Miss Granger." He muttered as he moved back to lap at her nipple then punished her with the same cold blast of air from his mouth.
"uuh" Hermione's body burned under him, the building need inside of her swelling and bucking for release.
Malfoy watched her greedily, and Hermione knew he was toying with her. He had already brought her over the edge once, and now he wanted to watch her unravel for him again. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against his shoulder, wishing she could touch him, kiss him, torture him like he was to her.
"Look at me, Hermione." He whispered.
She did, moaning as he sped up, thrusting his fingers inside her quickly now. Plunging and pushing inside of her, he brushed his thumb against her clit, and that was it. Hermione moaned, brown eyes still staring into Draco's greys until he captured her orgasm with his lips, kissing her until she came down again. Her eyes fluttered, and toes curled until he slipped his fingers out of her.
Malfoy sat up and pulled Hermione with him until she was sitting in his lap, straddling him and trying to slow her rapid heartbeat. She leant her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. Draco fixed her sleeve, so she was technically now redressed. Sans the knickers that she'd never had.
Draco rubbed his hands up and down her back until her breathing stilled, and she lifted her head.
"Mm" she purred contently; eyes half-closed.
Draco chuckled at her.
"Alright there, Granger?" He asked.
Hermione lazily opened her eyes and shook her head.
"Hermione." She said forcefully, then smiled. "You don't get to touch me like that and then go back to calling me Granger."
She hoped she wasn't overstepping. She didn't mean to imply they had any kind of relationship, but it just seemed wrong to have someone who had touched her like that call her by her last name. She felt herself tensing, worried she had ruined the mood until Draco chuckled and kissed her collarbone.
"Alright, Hermione." His voice was a soft tease. "Do you want something to drink?"
Hermione nodded. Malfoy leant over without dislodging her from his lap and picked something off the floor. Twisting the glass of fire whisky so that it didn't spill, he nodded to it,
"It's this or wine down here."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him but took the glass and sipped the fire whisky. Hermione offered it to him, and he sipped it while it was still in her hands, making her giggle as she tipped it back for him to drink out of. He ended up with fire whisky on his lips, and Hermione tilted her head to kiss it off him.
"Mm," he muttered when she released his lips, "You taste like fire whisky."
"You taste like pussy." She teased, fire whisky dulling the sense that typically would have made her blush at the phrase.
He did, even with the fire whisky on his lips she could taste her own sharp tang underneath. Malfoy snorted at her and buried his head to her neck. He sucked hard leaving a mark on her and making her gasp. Hermione bit his lip in retaliation then kissed him hard.
Draco pulled her against his chest, and they snogged furiously for a long time. Each taking turns to nip and suck at the others lip, fighting for control. Hermione managed to get to his neck and left him a bruise of her own, drunkenly giggling at the dark colour marring his white skin. Draco snogged her again in retaliation, and she pressed against him; rubbing herself on the bulge of his trousers until he broke the kiss and panted into her chest.
Hermione slipped a hand between then, touching his trousers and feeling the hard mass underneath. She wanted him; she was ready for him again. Hermione pulled at the button of his trousers with one hand, pleasantly surprised when it popped open for her. She quickly undid the zip and slid her hand inside, freeing Draco from his confines, causing him to lean back on the chaise with a satisfying hiss.
Hermione licked her lips and grasped his cock, she stroked up and down his length gently. She looked down and watched her hand. It was wrapped around his girth and pumped him up and down, Hermione enjoyed the way his cock twitched in her hand, appreciating her touch. She wanted nothing more than to slowly pump him in her hand and watch Draco come undone at her touch. She wanted to go slow and watch him tip precariously over the edge into bliss the same way he had done to her. Hermione was just considering what it would be like to wrap her mouth around his impressive length when his hand grasped hers, and he bit out in short panting breaths.
"Stop, Hermione."
Hermione frowned at him, worried whether he wasn't enjoying the way she was touching him. His moans had suggested otherwise, and when she looked at his face, his grey eyes were glazed as he grinned.
"I'm going to come if you keep going," he said. Hermione opened her mouth to tell him she wanted precisely that, but Draco continued, "and I'm not going to waste this chance to shag you in front of that fireplace."
Even though Hermione's hand was still wrapped tightly around him, she blushed at his words. Draco grinned at her and kissed her again, distracting her as he re-tucked himself into his briefs.
He grabbed his wand from the coffee table. Quickly he cast a softening charm on the hard stone and then another to move his robes to the place in front of the fire, transfiguring them into a soft blanket.
Hermione squealed a little as Draco stood up, his hands on her arse, lifting her as he went. She laughed as he carried her to the fireplace and gently placed her on the soft blanket. That was the most control she let him take over the situation; however, as she knelt quickly and began unbuttoning Draco's shirt, kissing his chest as she pulled it off him. In turn, Draco slipped his hands under her dress and managed to pull it over her head.
Hermione thought it wasn't fair that she was now completely bare, divested of the single item she wore. She pulled at Draco's pants, and he helped her remove them altogether when she let out a frustrated growl at them getting stuck at his knees.
Laying her down on the blanket, Draco pushed his knee between hers, spreading her legs and leaning to kiss her breasts. One hand gently pulled and rolled her left nipple while her right was pulled into his mouth and the sucking motion pulled a long groan from her throat. Her hips bucked, trying to find another pleasure source and Draco smiled around her nipple. After a few moments more of torturing her poor nipples, he pulled back and tilted her hips towards him, one hand lazily pumping his cock as Hermione eyed it possessively.
As she licked her lips, Draco leant over her.
"Are you ready, love?" He whispered in her ear.
"Gods, yes." She moaned back, hands already pulling at his hips.
Draco positioned himself at her entrance, the warmth of her already pressing around the tip of his throbbing cock. Hermione panted needily at his slow pace then just as he was about to push into her, she shot up.
"Wait, no!" She yelped, startling Draco who watched her with alarm.
He pushed away from her, and she grabbed at him.
"No," she said again, in a different tone and receiving a look just as confused and alarmed. "I need a wand."
Hermione looked around frantically. She'd brought her wand with her, where the hell was it? Oh, Merlin, she spied her shoe throw haphazardly on the other side of the armchair. She'd put her wand in a small purse borrowed from Padma that was too annoying to carry. She'd shrunk it, placed a convenient undetectable extension charm and attached the bag to her shoe. Until now she'd thought it a genius idea.
Draco frowned, confused by Hermione's change and frantically darting eyes until suddenly realisation dawned on him.
"Oh gods," he said, snatching his wand off the coffee table and shoving it in her hands, "Here, use mine."
Hermione took it gratefully, smiling awkwardly up at him. Draco, nerves still tingling, picked up the glass of fire whiskey as he said.
"Merlin, Hermione. You scared the hell out of me."
Hermione winced, it hadn't been exceptional timing to remember the contraceptive charm, but it was better late than well, too late. Hermione pointed Draco's wand at her stomach and said
"protego concipio… argh, Draco did you just drop fire whisky on me?"
He had, trying to put the glass back on the coffee table he'd managed to get distracted by the sight of Hermione's tits and tipped the glass as he leant over. She now had small droplets of the brown liquid rolling off her left breast.
"Sorry." Draco lifted an eyebrow as a confident smirk spreading across his face, "I can think of a way to clean you off."
Hermione giggled as Draco licked the side of her breast and then her nipple again. She put his wand on the table and pulled him to her.
"Now, Draco please." She said, kissing his neck just below the ear.
He didn't hesitate, after their last distraction, he re-positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her slowly.
"Oh gods, Hermione." He muttered; eyes half-closed as he slid his length into her warm channel. "You're so tight."
Hermione groaned as he filled her, stretching her walls and filling a deep ache inside her she never wanted to give up. Slowly, after a moment to adjust to his size, she pushed against him, clawing at his hips when he began to thrust, sinking even deeper into her with each movement.
Hermione keened as his pace increased, pulling almost all the way out then thrusting deep into her again. She clung to him, rocking her hips to meet his as she panted into his neck, kissing and nipping him as he thrust hard. Hermione could feel the pressure building deep inside her again, and she scratched at his back, pulling him into her more. Draco kissed her neck and pulled back, flipping her leg up and over his shoulder, the angle change plunging him deeper into her and almost making her scream as the pleasure peaked.
"That's it," Draco growled, pounding her rapidly now seeking his own peak. "Come for me, Hermione."
Her name on his lips pushed her into her orgasm, she screamed Draco's name as he snapped his hips and came, crashing into the wave of pleasure with her. As he pumped, spilling into her, Hermione panted through the aftershocks coming to one damning conclusion.
Sex with Draco Malfoy was the best she'd ever had.
Hermione sat on her sofa, she'd taken three muggle pain killers so far and was still too sore to get up. It wasn't the headache that stopped her either, that had been nullified after the second pill. No, she was still sore… down there.
That, she scowled to herself, was what happened when you went for marathon sex with a goddamn Malfoy. Hermione was literally considering getting a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer and sticking it between her legs. She had nearly waddled into her flat in the late hours of the morning, having only just snuck out of Malfoy Manor. It wasn't just between her legs that ached, she was littered with bruises and overall exhausted from their antics.
After their mind-blowing sex in the cellar, she and Draco had decided the call for food was too strong and adventured to the kitchen. He'd taken her roughly against the bench, and she had the bruises on her hips to prove it.
Then, after almost getting caught by a house-elf they'd snuck through another secret passage only to remember they were in the Manor filled with Christmas Gala guests. They had been stuck in there for almost twenty minutes waiting for everyone to leave. Apparently emboldened by the additional fire whisky they'd brought with them, Draco had decided to pass the time by shagging her against a wall, one hand covering her mouth as she'd screamed his name with guests departing to the floo only a tapestry away.
After that round and sneaking past the guests they'd made it to Draco's bedroom. Hermione had then shagged him, riding him on the carpet when they'd missed the bed. She now had some painful carpet burn on her left knee.
Afterwards, reeking of each other's sweat and other fluids they'd decided a shower was a good idea. Another slow shag under the water and they'd fallen into Draco's bed where he'd been determined he couldn't let her leave without at least being polite enough to shag her in an actual bed. They'd snogged for a good long while before being able to attempt another round, but in the very wee hours of the morning, they'd enjoyed a lazy shag while the sun rose and then promptly passed out.
Still drunk the entire time, might she add. If they hadn't been so drunk Hermione might have realised what a terrible idea six rounds with Draco had been, she's woken up hungover and incredibly tender. If it wasn't bad enough that Hermione probably hadn't had sex in over a year, she'd then done it with Draco's very sizable appendage and almost none of it had been particularly gentle.
When she'd remembered their night, after sitting up in the luxurious bed and staring at Draco's naked arse in confusion for a few minutes, she quickly began to question what the hell had she been thinking. Draco had been snoring lightly as she started to panic and did the only logical thing left to do in such a situation. Hermione had found her now terribly wrinkled dress, one shoe, her bag and escaped through the floo.
Now she was lying on the sofa, questioning her life choices. And also wondering how she had been missing out on sex like that her whole life.
Hermione sighed to herself and then decided to deal with her problems like an adult, or at least a witch. She went to the bathroom and administered herself a pain potion. Drinking it down with a grimace at the taste, then pulling the bruise paste out of the cupboard. She lathered it on her hips, her back and, after a little hesitation, on her neck. It took about five minutes to work, but soon she could walk without wincing, and the hickeys on her neck faded. She'd almost wanted to hang onto one of them as a reminder, but there would be too many questions if anyone saw them.
"Hermione!" Ginny's voice called across the flat and Hermione groaned; she should have locked her floo.
How was she meant to explain how she'd lost one of her shoes? It was somewhere in Malfoy Manor, quite possibly in a secret passageway that smelt of sex and fire whisky. She was pretty sure she had been wearing the shoes when Draco had bent her over the kitchen island.
"Here," Hermione replied as she exited the bathroom, trying to shake the thoughts from her head in case Ginny had suddenly become proficient at legilimency.
Ginny had already seated herself on the sofa and stuck her hand in the air, a newspaper rolled up in it.
"Care to explain this, Miss Granger?" Ginny asked, somewhere between amused and scandalised.
Hermione rolled her eyes into the back of her head and cursed herself repeatedly. Merlins balls, she'd completely forgotten their little revenge plan. In the light of day, it seemed like an incredibly stupid plan. After actually sleeping with Draco it sounded like a horrifically moronic idea.
"Explain what?" Hermione tried to say nonchalantly. Nothing had happened, and that was the story she was sticking to.
Ginny unrolled the paper and slapped it down on the table.
On the front page of the Daily Prophet were two pictures, one of her and Draco smiling and talking to each other and then another of them both facing away from the camera while Draco's hand trailed seductively along the exposed skin on her back. It looked intimate. It was meant to look intimate, Hermione reminded herself. Damn, looking at the photo now she could almost feel his touch ghosting on her skin. Feel his lips exploring her body, feel his… Hermione shook her head.
"Really, Ginny?" Hermione lifted her nose and looked down it at the paper. "You don't still read this rag, do you?"
Ginny, not swayed, pointed at the article headline that read 'MALFOY AND GRANGER CAUGHT IN PASSIONATE EMBRACE AT CHRISTMAS GALA' and then at the picture of Malfoy stroking her.
"Are you telling me this didn't happen?" She said, eyes wide.
"What, me talking to Malfoy and him leading me to get drinks?" She sighed, hoping this would work. "Yes, it happened, we were talking about his donation to the War Orphans Fund."
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"Just talking then?" She said.
Hermione shrugged; they could prove nothing with those pictures. A few weeks without any more gossip about them and people would forget it had ever happened.
"Well then explain this picture!" Ginny said, opening the paper to the double spread where a dark picture of a couple snogged in an empty corridor took centre stage. Oh, Merlin, Hermione thought, recognising the pose. It was a celebratory snog in the passage after they'd gotten past the floo without being caught. Idiots, they were complete idiots. Drunk, horny idiots who had been so cocky they'd pressed up against the wall and snogged furiously. The image showed Hermione with one hand wrapped around Draco's neck tilting up to him while in the other hand, one lone shoe dangled off her finger. Draco had both his hands on her waist, pushing Hermione backwards to the wall as his lips claimed and pressed against hers. It was passionate, incriminating and not something Hermione ever wanted anyone else to see. Now, it was splashed across the morning edition of the Daily Prophet, the paper most British witches and wizards read on their way to work. Brilliant.
Hermione's heart pounded as she looked at the picture. It was dark, and they were far from the photographer. All you could make out was a silhouette of a tall blond man and a bushy-haired woman. And her shoe. It could be anyone, Hermione thought, there were no actually identifiable features from that distance.
"How do you know that was us?" Hermione said, trying to put on a dismissive air. "It could be anyone in that picture, you can't see anything."
Ginny's mouth hung open.
"Hermione." She said slowly, ''You just said 'us', you just said there was an 'us'."
"No, I didn't!" Hermione said, her voice tight and awkward. "It… it's just a pronoun. Draco and I are two people therefore that would make us an 'us' but not an 'us' us."
The word had no meaning anymore as Hermione's mouth tripped over it, desperately trying to steer away from the truth. Ginny jumped off her seat, pointing at her.
"Oh my god, there is an us. You said 'how do you know that is us' meaning there was a that and an us. You snogged Malfoy, you bloody snogged Malfoy!"
Hermione blanched, her face giving away even more than her words. She buried her face in her hands as Ginny put her hands on her hip.
"Hermione Granger, you look at me this instant." She'd somehow managed to channel both Mrs Weasley and Professor McGonagall forcing Hermione to unbury herself from her hands, although she continued to look at her toes. "Did you or did you not snog Draco Malfoy last night?"
Hermione's red cheeks gave the answer before she mumbled a stubborn.
"Yes."
Ginny whistled. She sat down on the sofa again and stared at the wall before her mouth dropped, and she gasped.
"Did you sleep with him too?"
Hermione looked up at her, stricken and appalled at her complete inability to keep this a secret. She hadn't even gone twelve hours before someone had figured it out. Not that it would be hard with the bloody Prophet splashing their picture across the front page. Hermione looked down, not meeting her friends' eye and nodded.
"Oh, Merlin," Ginny said. "Merlin's aunt. Merlin's aunt's left tit. Wholly hell, Hermione. How?"
Hermione pulled her feet up and wrapped her arm around her knees.
"It wasn't meant to go that far." She whined her pitiful defence.
Ginny frowned at her and Hermione proceeded to tell her about Malfoy's idea to 'suggest' their 'date' to the press in order to annoy Ron, who had departed early. Clearly, it hadn't been a good idea even before they slept together and got caught snogging in the corridor, but at the time, Hermione had thought it sounded like fun.
Ginny was flabbergasted.
"Hermione Granger, we sent you there to make Ron jealous not to sleep with someone to do it." She said, referring to the original plan with Ginny and Padma.
"I know!" Hermione threw up her arms, why couldn't she be satisfied with knowing it had pissed off Lavender and be done with it. She'd just had to take things one step too far and now look at her.
They both flopped back into the chairs. There was an awkward minute of silence, the Prophet still open on the coffee table between them replaying the kiss over and over again.
"So," Ginny said with a smug grin after a while, "was it any good?"
"Ginny!"
"What? Can't I be curious? He's the bloody Lothario of Britain, I bet it was good." Ginny made a lewd movement, and Hermione put her face in her hands.
She pulled herself together and realised two things. One: that Ginny wouldn't give up until she knew and two: Hermione really, really wanted to talk about it with someone.
"I just used half a bloody tub of bruise cream to get rid of the hickeys, and I'm pretty sure my vagina will never be the same." She admitted pulling her head out from her hands and trying not to look like the cat that got the cream.
"Oh, Merlin." Ginny's eyes went wide "After one shag?"
Hermione cringed. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything after all.
"Ah. No." Hermione admitted, "Not exactly."
"You slept with him more than once." Accused Ginny, eyebrows lifting and sitting forward in her seat, curious for the details now.
"Does it really count if it's all in one night?" She sort of hoped it didn't. Admitting to one accidental shag with Draco was a bit different to admitting to many, many repeat sessions throughout the Manor.
"Yes." Ginny snorted. "How many times?"
"Six."
"Six?" Ginny screeched, and Hermione had to shush the woman before she could continue. "Who has the bloody stamina for six-"
"Yes, I know. He's a bloody sex god, and I'm a terrible trollop but Ginny, it was good." She cut off her friend, the words pouring out of her. It felt incredible to say it aloud because, despite her better judgement, Hermione would be remembering those orgasms for the rest of her life.
"Better than- Ew, actually I don't want to know that." Ginny wrinkled her nose, one problem with having married her brother was that Hermione had never really been able to talk to Ginny about their sex life. It was just too weird whenever they tried to broach the subject, which meant that often Hermione just got the play-by-play of Harry and Ginny. Finally being able to share was liberating.
"Yes." Hermione said, "Better than the-weasel-that-shall-not-be-named. Better than…"
Hermione blushed furiously. Better than anything was what she was going to say.
"Wow." Ginny whistled, "So, are you going to see him again?"
"Oh, merlin, no." Hermione wrinkled her nose and hugged a cushion to her chest. "He was an incredible shag, but seriously, Draco isn't exactly the relationship type."
Ginny sniggered into her hand.
"What?" Hermione groaned.
"That's the second time you've called him Draco. You must like him."
Hermione rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to explain the 'it's too weird to sleep with someone and still call them by their last name' issue she had recently developed. She should probably get used to calling him Malfoy again anyway, anyone who knew her would be suspicious now that the Prophet's article was going to be all the more damning.
"Ginny, I have no intention of seeing, shagging or dating Malfoy, ok?" She declared.
"Sure." The sarcasm was evident even in the short word.
"Oh, by the way, I lost your shoe somewhere in Malfoy Manor," Hermione said, sneaking it in there in hopes Ginny would be too distracted by the Malfoy shagging incident to care.
"You did what?" Ginny yelled.