When Hermione woke the next morning it was to Draco hunting for something.
"What are you doing?" Hermione questioned sleepily as she pushed her hair off her face and sat up, wincing a little at the slight soreness between her legs. Last night Draco almost fucked her to the point of passing out, or maybe she did pass out, she couldn't remember much except for sheer pleasure. Draco pulled out from under her bed and looked at her triumphantly with his wand in hand.
"Looking for this," Draco grinned and Hermione rolled her eyes before flopping back onto the bed. "Tired love?" Draco winked. Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"Tired and sore," She eventually conceded.
"Well now we know what happens when you get smart and try and play dominant with me," Draco grinned.
"I get subbed?" Hermione shrugged.
"Well… in short. I was going to say you get fucked till you can't take it anymore," Draco drawled, drawing closer to her as he pinned her to the bed with that magnetic gaze of his. His words sent a jolt straight to her centre and she felt herself get wet underneath the sheets. Draco's eyes darkened with lust as if he knew her body's reaction to him. As if to distract herself Hermione looked around at the clock.
"Why are you up so early on a Saturday anyways?" Hermione asked.
"Quidditch. Snakes vs Lions today my love, or did you forget?" Draco teased. Hermione bit her lip as she realised she was now in a bit of a conundrum, who should she cheer for?
"Oh joy," Hermione muttered as she swung her legs out of bed.
"I hope to see you cheering for me when I finally beat Potter to the snitch," Draco called out as he headed to the shower.
"We'll see," Hermione called out, Draco only laughed.
It was a good half an hour later when Hermione walked into the seventh year common room with Draco after taking a deep breath before she'd entered it. She had no idea what would be waiting for her on the other side since she hadn't been there since everything happened with Ron. When she walked in, a few people looked up at her but no one said anything. A few Slytherins, instead of fixing her with their usual disinterested look, fixed her with lewd stares instead and she glared them down, but besides that nothing. Taking the stairs two at a time she made her way towards Ginny's room, leaving Draco to head off in the direction of the Slytherin rooms.
Hermione knocked gently, then after and receiving no answer she tried the door, finding it locked she tried a variation of incantations to open the door, gasping in surprise when the door sprang open and she found her friend wrapped in the dark brown arms of Blaise Zabini.
"Um Ginny?" Ginny jumped out of her sleep and looked at her friend standing just inside the room.
"Hi Mione," she said shyly.
"Blaise Zabini... Are you kidding me?"
"Well you're one to talk, you're with Malfoy," Ginny smirked and as she threw back the covers Hermione realised that Ginny was fully clothed, but something about the glint in her eye proved that something had happened.
"Have fun did you?" Hermione smirked. "Finally took Draco's advice?"
"Shut up Hermione," Ginny blushed as she hurtled around the room gathering her quidditch gear.
"How do you reckon it's going to work on the pitch today?" Hermione asked with a smirk. Blaise Zabini played chaser as did Ginny. There was going to be an interesting dynamic on that field today.
"Just the same as it normally does," Ginny grinned.
The girls were interrupted by Blaise climbing out of bed and clearing his throat. Hermione's jaw almost dropped when she saw him. While Draco was muscled but tall and lithe, Blaise made him look stick thin, he had a broad chest, a flat muscled stomach and with his arms crossed the way they were you couldn't miss his biceps. Hermione blinked a few times, she had always been able to tell that Blaise was built through his robes especially when he was playing quidditch but she didn't realise he had such a beautiful body underneath.
"Do you want me to put clothes on Granger you're staring," Blaise murmured in a bored voice.
"Sorry," Hermione gasped as she blushed and met his eyes, before glancing away. She hadn't realised Blaise's eyes were actually gold in colour before today and the realisation was jarring.
"Look Granger… I haven't actually got any issues with you, but Draco's my boy and the fact he's outed you two as a couple-,"
"Mean's something yeah I know, Pansy gave me the same speech yesterday. Believe me Zabini, I have no intentions of hurting him and besides he holds a lot of power in our relationship, it's not like I'm forcing him to be with me," Hermione bristled. At her words Zabini grinned.
"Draco was always a bit of a control freak if you get my meaning," Zabini winked. Hermione's mouth popped open and Ginny looked from Blaise's suggestive smirk to Hermione's blushing face and then crowed with laughter.
"So someone actually managed to tame the lioness then?" Ginny stage-whispered. Hermione lashed out at her, catching her arm as she heard a voice clearing from the doorway.
"I did indeed Ginevra," Draco drawled. Hermione's body tingled as the sound of his voice washed over her before she whipped around to face him. Draco held his broom over one shoulder and then under his other arm he held Blaise's quidditch gear and his broomstick.
"Didn't know you liked red-heads Zabini," Draco smirked as he chucked the kit towards his oldest friend.
"Shut it Malfoy. I didn't know you liked bushy-haired know-it-alls," Blaise smirked back then he looked over at Hermione and gave her a crooked smile. "No offence Granger."
"None taken," Hermione responded as her eyes flickered back to Draco. Hermione would never admit it but she had always found Draco attractive in his quidditch uniform, the way his jersey stretched over his chest hinting at the hard planes underneath had always made her want to press her thighs together tightly. Draco smirked at her as if he knew where her thoughts were going.
"I'm sure Draco will let you wear his quidditch jersey to the after party when we win Granger don't worry," Zabini whispered in her ear, making Hermione jump as she hadn't realised he'd got that close. Draco's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes turning the colour of flint as he glared at Zabini's closeness to Hermione, then Zabini chucked his shirt at him snapping him out of it. "Lighten up Malfoy, I'm only playing." Zabini smirked dangerously as he followed Draco out of the room.
"Was that an invitation to the prestigious Slytherin after party?" Ginny breathed. Hermione nodded mutely as she turned to look at her friend who was braiding her long red hair quickly.
"I believe it was Ginny," Hermione answered with wide eyes.
Half an hour later Hermione joined Ginny at the Gryffindor table next to Harry who was sat with five other younger Gryffindor members who had joined the team this year after re-trials.
"Glad to see you sat with us as opposed to them Hermione," Harry said quietly.
"Hey! You know I'm supporting you guys," Hermione said haughtily before she smiled at Harry.
"Well. I know you have someone else to support today that's all," Harry smirked as he nodded towards Draco and the Slytherin team. Hermione just gave a noncommittal shrug before she lowered her gaze to avoid the burning silver one she could feel from across the hall.
Draco was pouting as they stood in the room of requirement surrounded by a mixture of her friends and his own.
"Oh come on Malfoy you guys still won," Harry grinned as he taunted the blonde.
"Fuck off Potter," Draco sneered, but it didn't reach all the way to his eyes and Hermione smacked his shoulder lightly, causing their group to laugh.
Strictly speaking the whole party was incredibly out of bounds. Anyone in sixth year or above had been invited to the room of requirement for drinks and games only a clever spell cast by Hermione on all the cups meant that anyone underage couldn't actually drink any alcohol, any attempt made to drink alcohol caused the whole cup to disappear regardless of who it belonged to so even the older students had stopped giving the underaged kids drinks to "try". It was with that notion that Hermione found she could actively relax instead of waiting for Mcgonagall to burst in and deem her unfit to be head girl. Now at past midnight only the seventh and eighth years remained in the room of requirement, some still moving to the music that was charmed to be loud only in one area, others engaging in conversation.
Hermione was enjoying herself as Neville slowly warmed up to Draco and she even found she could have a pleasant conversation with Theodore Nott until she noticed Harry watching Ginny and Blaise moving together on the little dance floor. To say their dancing was incendiary was an understatement and Hermione knew that if Molly Wesley ever saw her daughter flicking her hair and wiggling her hips wearing just a Slytherin quidditch Jersey and fishnets the way she was now, she'd be in for it.
"Harry you're looking in the wrong direction," Hermione smiled as she spotted Parkinson move to get a drink wearing what looked dangerously close to Gryffindor colours. When Harry looked up she nodded in Parkinsons direction and he smiled stupidly before heading off to her and murmuring something that made the girl blush heavily.
"Playing matchmaker are we?" Draco's sultry voice whispered in her ear and Hermione jumped before grinning at him.
"Not strictly. Just trying to make Harry open his eyes to potential possibilities, and what better time to do it when he's tipsy and Pansy is wearing his colours?" Hermione responded as she cast her eyes out over the room, taking a sip of her own drink.
"Granger you seem mighty preoccupied this evening," Draco muttered before he placed one kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder right at the neck of the slytherin jersey she wore, Hermione leant back into him softly before jumping as he bit her.
"I just want to make sure everything is going okay," Hermione responded. Draco snorted and then pulled Hermione from the wall and into the dance area. Hermione shivered as the baseline rocked through her.
"You need to learn to relax," Draco smirked, replacing her beer with a firewhisky and challenging her to down it in one. Hermione raised an eyebrow and knocked back the liquid that burned on its way down but warmed her oh so much.
It took Hermione 3 more firewhiskeys to truly loosen up and let her body move as it wanted to and it was all Draco could do to not pull Hermione into a darkened corner of the room and have his way with her. He could tell she was shy, having never displayed the sexy side he knew she had in front of anyone else, but somehow having Ginny and Blaise nearby helped her relax.