Chapter 13

Hi Everyone!

Sorry this chapter is a few weeks late. I'm sure most of you are writers and can relate to the revision process. I always want to make sure these chapters are perfect for you guys. Initially this was a longer chapter but I have split it up so the remainder of the evening will continue in this next chapter!

I hope everyone is well and safe as we continue through this pandemic. The next chapter will be up ASAP!

Love, Emerald

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Before Hermione knew it, she was on her back, lying on the soft carpet with Greg above her kissing her tenderly. Her legs were spread out over his hips although she had not felt any part of his body against that her womanhood only the feel of his soft swim trunks on the inside of her thighs. A part of her worried this was going too fast when she felt that heat in her lower belly and a dampening in her bikini bottom. That cautionary part of her was being shoved away when his kisses became more urgent, more passionate. Greg's tongue slid along her bottom lip asking for permission to dance with hers. She opened her mouth feeling the way his tongue caressed hers. He was possessing her mouth, claiming it for his own with soft flicks of his tongue against hers. He sucked her bottom lips between his before letting it go. One of his elbows was propped up keeping him above her while the calloused palm of his other hand had not left her face yet and Hermione could feel his forearm against her breasts. Raising her hands tentatively to his back, she felt a few slanted and parallel scars beneath her fingertips as she rubbed softly against the fabric of his shirt.

It struck her as fascinating that everything about Greg was rugged and rough: his body was made up of hard angles and strength; he was marked with scars from a violent past littered with fights; yet he kissed her gently and tenderly. Moving his hand from her cheek to the floor in order to line her jaw with kisses. When he began to kiss her the delicate flesh of her earlobe, she shivered from the sensation, never imagining her ears could be so sensitive. Her brain felt foggy from pleasure, soft whimpers escaping from her lips, focusing completely on the way Greg's lips. She'd only kissed two boys before, but they were quick, chaste kisses completely unlike this. Greg's lips trailed soft kisses down her neck, pausing to suck at her pulse point. She gasped, jumping from the feeling and that was when she felt it, a hard, cloth-covered bulge pressing against her wet center. Her eyes opened widely, her mind swimming with feelings and desire, absent of logic and reason. For a moment, she saw the reflection of them in the mirror above her before Greg recaptured her lips. Her brain going foggy with lust once more.

For weeks, Greg had imagined Hermione's soft and curvy body beneath him, and the reality of snogging Hermione was so much better than any fantasy he had imagined over the past few weeks. His hands hadn't wandered past her face for he didn't want to push his luck tonight. A part of him knew that this was happening too quickly, he could feel himself growing harder with each kiss. Hermione's lips were soft, sweet, and malleable, allowing him to take the lead. She gave addictive little whimpers and moans as he tasted her lips. Her skin soft and inviting, the intoxicating vanilla-coconut combination he loved so much making him greedy for more. As he kissed her neck, she let her head fall back, giving him better access to the delicate flesh. Her delectable breasts pushing into his chest as her back arched to allow him to continue to kiss her neck. He was tempted to place soft kisses to the tops of her breasts, wanting to taste and touch her in all the ways he had imagined.

When he sucked at her pulse point, she jumped, bring her in direct contact with his painfully erect cock. Greg felt her stiffen beneath him, but Hermione hadn't pushed him away. Instead he felt her experimentally rub herself against him. A low moan escaped Greg's mouth, he moved his hand to caress the skin on her smooth thigh, unable to stop himself from thrusting against her. To his delight she a moan escaped her lips, her hands clutching at his biceps, the hand that rested on her thigh traveled upward, beneath her dress to touch the hot, soft skin in curve of her waist, just below her cloth covered breasts. However, he was trying to keep himself from going too fast and he knew they had to stop. He pulled his hand away from her breast and back to the floor next to her.

Kissing and touching Hermione felt amazing to Greg and he wanted to continue, but she was inexperienced, and her mind was clouded with lust. Greg didn't want to take advantage of Hermione, the thought of doing so made him sick. Wanting to keep them from going too far, he gave her a few final kisses and to try to keep himself from grinding against her, he moved his hardness away from her tempting pussy. Willing his cock to become flaccid, he pulled back to give her a soft smile.

"I think we should stop," Greg whispered as his fingers brushed away a few loose curls from her face. He could almost see the wheels of her mind turning in her beautiful eyes through the haze of lust, wondering why they stopped.

"Did I do something wrong?" Hermione asked. The brunette was feeling more confused than ever as she felt Greg pull away. She thought he was enjoying himself. He moaned when he rubbed herself against him. It felt incredible to her. Her clit rubbing against the bulge in his swim trunks gave little jolts of pleasure that she wanted so badly to feel again. "I mean," she exhaled, "I've never…" Hermione flushed a bit embarrassed. She knew there was no shame in being a virgin, but she was nervous about admitting it. After learning about Greg's sexual history from Blaise, Hermione was a bit self-conscious about her inexperience. It was no secret that most of the girls in Slytherin house knew exactly how to handle a "wand."

"No, you're perfect," he replied, somewhat flustered himself. However, Greg's face quickly turned to one of concern at Hermione's look of confusion. "It's just…it's late and we've been drinking. It wouldn't be right to continue." Greg sat back on his knees pulling Hermione to a sitting position.

There was more that Greg wanted to say. He wanted to tell her that he wanted so much more than just sex. He wanted to find a way to tell her how much she meant to him; how he felt when she walked into the room; how she made his life better in every way; how their tutoring sessions were the best part of his day; how he felt like she was meant for him. However, Greg felt his heart race and his palms clammy at the thought of making such confessions. He didn't want to overwhelm her and more than anything he was worried that she wouldn't reciprocate his feeling. Greg stole a glance at Hermione, she looked so beautiful. Her chestnut hair was slightly mussed, she had a pink tinge on her cheeks, lips swollen from his kisses, the tops of her creamy breasts against the pink fabric of her dress which had been pushed up to just below her hips. How did he get so lucky? It took every ounce of strength not to carry her to the bed behind them to do much more than kiss her.

Hermione smiled and was relieved that Greg had some sense of self-control. At the moment, she could find none in herself and it frightened her. If he hadn't stopped them, would she have been able to? Or would she just give in to the lust? Hermione shifted under his heated stare. Looking towards her bag, Hermione thought maybe now was as good a time as any to bring up the letter from his mother.

As Hermione reached for her purse, Greg noticed how long Hermione's legs were, how good it felt when they were wrapped around his waist. The way she was leaning over her purse caused dress to rise up. Greg noticed she had a few freckles scattered across the back of her smooth thighs before becoming distracted by her curvy bum. The further forward she leaned the more he could see of her bikini-clad bottom. Thankful when Hermione sat back with her purse in her lap and he quickly shifted. After the steamy snog they shared, part of Greg was wishing he had borrowed some of Theo's anti-boner potion. He was dwelling on this thought when he realized that Hermione was reaching shoulder deep into that tiny purse.

"It's an undetectable extension charm," Hermione said, with a laugh at Greg's amazed expression. Not knowing that had just given Greg the perfect opportunity to ogle her bum.

"That's incredible," Greg answered, with a nervous laugh. "Does it work on pockets?"

"I don't know I've never tried it on a pocket before," Hermione said, before removing her arm with the letter in hand. "I don't see why it wouldn't." Hermione bit her lower lip looking at the letter before holding it out to Greg.

"What is it?" Greg asked. His mouth fell open as he recognized his mothers handwriting. "Oh, my mum. I'm so embarrassed." Greg ran a hand down his face, his cheeks turning red. Leave it to his mother to meddle in his quest for Hermione's love.

"It's sweet. She loves you and she seems like a lovely woman," Hermione placed her hand on Greg's forearm. "I haven't written her back. I received it just before Lavender and I left for the party," Hermione said with a small smile. "I wanted to know if you wanted to me to come to…"

Before Hermione could finish, they heard Draco shouting outside their door. They headed to the door to see what was happening.

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The party was beginning to die down. A few intoxicated students had passed out on the cabanas by the pool. Many students had coupled off and retreated to the bedrooms for more privacy. There were a few scattered plates and glasses lying around. By the exit, there was a table of red, yellow, blue, and green bags as party favors. Each were filled with a commemorative pint glass, a bottle of water, pepper-up and hangover potions, a few mints, a bottle of lotion, and a tube of lip balm.

At the edge of the pool, Ginny was sprawled out on a towel with her head in Blaise's lap while his feet were dangling in the water. Both were beginning to lose their buzz and a bit tired out. Blaise had been trying to banish the sight of Draco and Lavender flirting from his mind. It was easy to do when the party had gotten wild and crazy, but now that Draco and Lavender both seemed to be missing-in action, Blaise's mind drifted towards it.

The truth was with the way their relationship began, Blaise was always worried Draco would one day, wake up and change his mind. He was just waiting for the day when Draco would say, "Sorry, Blaise. I'm not really gay," or "Hey Blaise! I think I'm really bisexual and cunt is better than cock so see you later." Blaise knew he should talk to Draco about these insecurities, but he was afraid of appearing needy. After all, Draco never seemed to appear vulnerable or weak. As if to prove the point, Draco began shouting above them.

"Draco!" Blaise shouted. The raven-haired wizard jumped to his feet knocking Ginny into the water when he saw his boyfriend standing on the third floor balcony, one arm holding on to the Greek-inspired columns, the other extended in victory. "Come down from there right now," Blaise scolded. "Damnit," Ginny screamed in surprise, splashing up from the water. The red head coughed, rubbing her eyes which widened when she saw Draco above them. Blaise began running up the staircase.

"ONE MILLION POINTS TO SLYTHERIN HOUSE FOR MOST DARING DIVE IN HOGWARTS HISTORY," an inebriated Draco shouted. Many bedroom doors began opening. A few students looked a little mussed as if they were interrupted during carnal activities. One of them was Theo who was in his green speedo, his chiseled stomach covered with kiss marks from Luna's orange colored lip gloss. Draco was about to let go when Greg wrapped his arms around the blonde boy's waist, pulling him off the ledge. Greg pushed him towards the wall as far away as possible from the balcony.

"Well, it wouldn't have been a party if he hadn't tried something," Greg muttered to the group. Draco tried push past Greg back to the balcony when Blaise came rushing past towards him.

"Fuck Draco, why are you such a daredevil when you drink?" Blaise spat, shoving Draco back into the wall once Greg let him go. "Don't you know how shallow the pool is?"

"Oh, come on, now," Draco said, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. "Don't be mad." Draco began peppering kisses on Blaise's face, seeking forgiveness for scaring his boyfriend to death.

"Let him jump," Theo cut in. "I'm next in line for Head Boy." The cocky Slytherin smiled proudly.

"Uh, not really, mate," Anthony Goldstein yelled, who was actually next in line. Anthony held up three fingers, indicating that he was third in their year while pointing to himself before heading back to the hot tubs with Padma Patil.

"Hermione," Theo said, teasingly. "Doesn't the Head Girl get a choice as to who would replace Draco?" Theo winked at her as Anthony turned around glaring at the sly Slytherin. "You'd pick me, wouldn't you?" Anthony flipped Theo the bird before Padma grabbed his arm and dragged him back towards her. Hermione found herself speechless and staring at the orange lip prints on Theo's well-defined abs. Greg gave Theo a little shove for flirting with Hermione and Theo put his hands up in surrender. Realizing she was staring, Hermione quickly looked to Draco.

"Draco don't kill yourself doing something stupid," Hermione finally answered. "I hate to admit it, but you are the best out of option out of those two." She smirked as she pointed in Theo and Anthony's direction.

Luna appeared at Theo's side, trying to pull him back into the bedroom. Apparently, Luna was trying to test the strength of the anti-erection potion Theo took. Theo slowly creeped away from the scene.

"Let him jump," Ginny yelled from the pool below. "You don't think I planned for someone to do something stupid like this?" Ginny had cast a spell so that if anyone tried to jump in the pool from the second or third floor, a net would appear catching the person before they hurt themselves or anyone else. "Seriously," the redhead continued. "Someone, jump!"

Without hesitation, Draco broke past his friends jumping off the balcony as Blaise covered his eyes. Just as Ginny planned, a net appeared to catch Draco who threw his arms up in victory. The remaining students cheered as Draco rolled off the net and into the pool.

"Who's next?" Draco taunted the others.

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