Oh, the bantering in this chapter...
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Chapter Seven
The hangout group from last time was waiting on each other at the lobby of the Ministry. The men shuffling back and forth, some grinning wide, hands in their pockets; others pulling at their collars to relieve the pressure. Ginny and Daphne joined the men first.
"What's taking so long?" Harry was impatient.
"Oh, Pansy, Padma and Luna are coming, Hermione asked to join later, she had issues to take care of." Ginny winked at Harry, jerking her chin.
He cleared his throat, "Guys, hmm, I would like to invite you over to my place, continue this new leaf of ours in a muggle fashion."
Blaise nodded immediately, "I'm already in, never one to refuse free booze, but what kind of muggle way is it that you suggest?"
"Just an old-fashioned barbeque. Beer, food, talk, get pissed and sing until the neighbours complain about too much noise. Nothing too complicated. What do you say? Theo? Malfoy?"
"Your friend Granger coming too?"
"Don't worry Malfoy, you can continue with that bantering of yours, tonight." Aside from Draco, everyone smirked at Ron's stab. "She'll be joining us as soon as she can."
-oOo-
Hermione needed a second to herself and bee-lined straight to her apartment, before joining everyone else at Harry's. Early this morning, she had helped Ginny with the preparations for tonight's gathering; Harry's idea of a Muggle barbeque brought bittersweet memories, but it gave them more privacy to cement these early beginnings of friendships.
It still surprised her, how quickly she got along with Pansy and Blaise. Theo was the silent one, Tracey was way different than she imagined, the Slytherin witch a calm presence among the snakes. Daphne was very similar to Tracey but more composed.
But at this very moment, she was horny as hell, thanks to a specific blond and his 'naughty questions'. If she didn't handle her little problem before she saw him again, Hermione wasn't sure if she would behave.
He needed a sip after my first answer, her mind didn't give her a break, replaying her memories over and over again, But hell, the way he described pleasuring a woman, Good gracious, I almost asked for a demonstration.
Her mind went into the gutter, filled with images of those luscious lips hidden between her thighs, his tongue licking at her clit, and his long slender fingers, made to play the keys of a piano, fucking her deep. "Oh, in Morgana's name..."
It was stronger than herself. Checking out the time with one eye on her night desk clock, I have a quarter hour to spare, at least, she undressed in a flash, took out her little buzzing friend from his secret place, and with her eyes closed, she gave her imagination the freedom it desired.
Her fantasies took her right to where she wanted to be. His platinum hair between her legs, cheeks hollowed while he sucked at her clit, alternating between a light nipping and a hard pull. Her pinky friend that she magically tweaked, thrust effortlessly inside her wet walls, fucking her perfectly as she pictured Draco would do: pumping first at a hard pace, other curving his fingers just the right way and pressuring her hidden button to turn her into jelly. The head of her vibrator pressed on the spot at that very moment, and her hips jerked, overwhelmed by the sensation.
The combination of her fingers, circling her nub the way she loved it, the images of the git that was too attractive for his own health, and the vibrations at the back of that precise point, pushed her over the edge, blinding her, the explosion, a white light of heat; her loud moans filling her room. Her juices flowed smoothly down her legs, and Hermione smirked at the idea how he would react if he saw her lick her essence from her fingers as if she was sucking his cock.
Would he be more than average sized? Or have a wide girth? He is the Slytherin sex god according to the rumours, so he must know what to do with his dick.
"Man, what's wrong with me? It's the git, for God sake!"
Putting on some fresh underwear and readjusting her appearance, she went to the kitchen, took the bowl of homemade chocolate mousse out the fridge and headed to Harry's.
Unable to hide the satisfied grin on her face.
-oOo-
"Hermione, everything alright? You were gone almost an hour." Harry pecked on her cheek, taking over her burden, happy to see she made him his favourite dessert. "Do I really have to share this with them?"
"Behave, Harry. New leaf, your own words…"
"But, but…"
"Love, stop pouting, put the bowl in its right place." Ginny turned the wizard around pushing him into the kitchen. "Now girl, I can't put my finger on it, but there's something about you… If I didn't know better, I would guess you were thoroughly shagged."
Innocent shake of the head, "I don't know what you're talking about." Winking at her best friend, she headed into the garden, breathing in deeply to gain some courage. Silver eyes were the first thing she met upon entering. Oh dear.
Blaise broke through her trance, "Look who the cat dragged in. I almost suggested a search party, fearing you had been kidnapped by a wizard…"
"Our number ten!" Hermione broke into a burst of laughter, upon Pansy's suggestion.
"You had him too, today? I muted him for the full ten minutes after he introduced himself." Hermione grinned at the thought.
"The arsehole wants a meek wife who attends tea parties and looks perfect." It surprised the Slytherins the most, to hear Pansy talk this way. "I consider it your fault, woman, that I demand more of my other half than simply signing me over the contents of his vault."
"Guilty as charged, in that case. What do you want to do then?" Hermione accepted the beer bottle from Ron, sipping straight from it. Draco's eyes went wide at sight.
"Gosh, I have no idea, I love fashion, though. But I guess I have to figure it all out, first." Pansy followed Hermione's example and tasted the malted drink the same way. Not bad. "How was your hunt today?"
"Decent. Fewer wankers, some boring blokes, and one that got me all horny." That drew the attention of everyone to her.
"What did the bloke do?" Ginny wanted the juicy details, popping an olive into her mouth.
"Ask me that again, when there are no male ears around."
"Granger, we can handle the heat, witch. Share with the class, cara." Blaise's eyes sparkled, especially when he watched his friend flush.
"Ah ha, you wish."
Forfeiting his glass, Draco emptied half his bottle the Hermione way, before teasing, "It's all talk, Blaise. I bet nothing happened. Probably, the horny part comes from talking about boring books."
Ron and Harry whispered, "Oh hell, it's on again. These two should get a room… plus I'm hungry."
Pansy joined, "A galleon Draco wins the battle."
"I'm in." Ginny accepted, "Make it two, my girl knows how to duel...with words."
"I didn't realise you were an expert on my life, Malfoy, and know how I should live it. Please, do continue while I take notes." She bit into a carrot, with small and quick bites, visualising something excruciating if it was performed on a specific male body part. The men grunted.
Daphne whispered, "One for Hermione."
"You want to take notes of my pieces of advice?" His eyebrow hid behind his fringe.
"I'm sorry, Draco. You really seem to think I ordered a glass of your opinion. For the record, I haven't. Harry, where's the iced tea? Too much alcohol messes with my brain…"
The Gryffindor couldn't hide his grin, her witty comebacks were so good… He pointed at the jug.
"Aren't you easy to talk to?" Draco didn't give up so easily
"Who said I was even listening, Malfoy? Harry, who's manning the barbeque?" She walked over to the fire, shaking her hips. "Tsk, Harry! The meat is almost burning."
That woke up Ron from his slumber, not used to Hermione being so obviously witty. He nudged her, while she flipped the chicken drums, "Hey, 'Mione, aren't you taking this flirty thing a bit too far?"
"I'm not flirting, Ron."
"Yeah, right, and I'm Filch."
-oOo-
Around the table, the girls chit-chatted freely, laughing at the flirty one-liners of some wizards and how it missed its goal completely. "I didn't know wizards could be such idiots. I mean, our voices are distorted, and some dare to say we sound so lovely." Pansy chewed on a chunk of chicken.
"That other bloke told me I'm beautiful." Ginny nearly choked on her drink, Hermione was on a roll. "Yeah, right. Get some glasses, dear… Oh, and my favourite one called me little swot. The git was drunk for sure."
"He said the truth, methinks." Draco intervened, feeling called out, regretting doing it on the spot; he gave already too much away.
"Draco, sweetheart, I would give you a nasty look, but it appears you already have one."
"Women say I'm good looking."
"For a ferret? Yes."
"Share with the class, little swot," He used the same brawling tone, as previously, "How did the bloke get you horny again?"
She flushed but refused to back down, "Allow me to give you a lesson in how to seduce a witch. A smart one, I mean." Teasingly slow, she dried her mouth on her napkin, before continuing. "He gave me a rundown of how a bloke goes down on a woman. In a very graphic way."
Ginny conferred with the other women, before asking everyone's question, "And did he know his stuff?"
"Believe me, he isn't an idiot on that field. Almost made me regret the divider if you get the idea."
"Go, girl, if you meet him again, shag him silly," Pansy added her two cents, knowing too well how Draco performed in that area.
"Wait a minute." Blaise frowned, "I get flamed for asking about top or bottom. But according to you, Miss Granger, it's okay to describe that kind of sexual act?"
"This conversation is really perfect for a barbeque." Harry leaned back in his chair, finding pleasure in how the snakes were cornering his Hermione.
Daphne retorted, "If you start the first conversation with that kind of request, it is. I believe, however, that Hermione's wizard…"
"...Answered my question, following up a naughty one from his."
"What did he ask first?" Luna smiled dreamily at Theo. "He must have been testing the waters."
"Blaise's favourite question."
"Now we're talking, the dude wasn't an idiot."
"Blaise, he is."
"He's not." Draco didn't like where this was heading.
"Why is it okay for you to be an idiot, but not okay for me to point it out?"
"Upstairs, first floor, the third door on the right. Feel free to use it and scratch the itch between the two of you." Ginny pointed behind her.
"Ginny?"
"You have been at it with each other since you arrived, Hermione. We can't have a normal conversation at this table without you finding a reason to banter. Shag each other senseless, so we can finally find some peace. Raise a silencing charm first, will you?"
"Weaslette, I'm not that easy."
"Ginny, don't worry, I took care of the business myself." Blaise spat his beer out, Hermione is a hellcat, oh man, my mate is so gone.
"Is that so, Granger? Isn't it kind of lonely?"
"Oh, Draco, you're so cute when you talk about things you don't understand."
"Please, Hermione. Have mercy on us!" The brunette grinned at Ron's plea. Who knew bantering with the git was her newest source of fun? She crossed looks with the blond, and his smirk left nothing to the imagination.
If they were alone, he would show her precisely how much she missed…
Hermione drank her tea, licking the leftover drop, not taking her eyes away from him. He gulped.
-oOo-
The food was well savoured, Harry knew how to marinate the spare ribs, and the rubbing of the chicken was just like Hermione's mother used to do. The purebloods started eating according to the table etiquette, using fork and knife; but aside Daphne and Pansy - so their nails wouldn't get too dirty, the rest gave it up almost immediately and chose to go full Muggle, eating with their hands, the crisps included.
"Next part is the cooking right?" Pansy cleaned her mouth on her napkin.
"Yes, it's all set just like we planned it." Hermione liked the barbeque sauce off her fingers, she loved the sweet smokey taste of it. Stealing quickly another sea salted crisp, she waited for the next question.
"Mrs. Weasley agreed to do it?"
"Oh, nearly instantly, I barely had the time to ask my question. She loves to cook…"
Ron kept munching on his last drum, "Mum's leading...chomp... the next...chomp...test? Nice..."
Blaise side eyed the ginger head, "Do you cook, Weasley?"
"Nope, I eat."
"This next test is not witches-exclusively, you know? You will have to cook."
"Aw. Is that right, 'Mione?"
She smiled gleefully, "What he said."
"Do we get to choose, what we cook?"
"Ron, that would be too easy, you would try to get away with a bacon sandwich." Laughter rose. "Your mother has decided which dish, it will be the same for everyone, fair play."
"What then?" Theo didn't fear this next hurdle, as cooking was a secret hobby of his. Unless the Weasley-mother was planning on a six-course dinner, he could handle most of the things.
"The plan is, everyone the same, girls get to taste and decide which plate is their favourite. We'll keep the blind issue in the fact that the number of the plate is not the regular one, but one that will reveal itself after the last trial."
"The pageant thing, right Granger?" Pansy wiggled with her eyebrows.
"By the way, Ginny, do you fancy a trip to Muggle London?" Hermione's change of subject surprised everyone.
"For?"
"The pageant contest, what else? I want a new beachwear outfit and the latest releases from Victoria Secret caught my eye."
"We just went there three weeks ago…"
"Three weeks ago, I didn't plan on parading down a catwalk like cattle waiting to be inspected, duh! This stupid law, remember?" She checked her nails, "I want to pamper myself, and my gaze fell on a particular one."
"Granger, dear, do you mind if we join you?" Pansy asked a question on every Slytherin witches' lips.
"Oh, not at all. But I'm warning you, I can spend quite an amount of time in that shop, ask Harry." The addressed wizard acknowledged the fact with a roll of his eyes. Hermione seemed to have forgotten about her other companions. "Ginny! They brought one out, a balconette just like the one I'm wearing," She uncovered the green strap, "The cups are like a sheer layer of lace, and it pushes up right about here," Hands demonstrated the fitting, shoving the two breasts together and upwards.
All the girls hung at her lips, much like the men did, aside from Harry who grew used this kind of moments between both witches. He did lean towards his former nemesis, talking low, "Do you still stand by your plain white cotton?"
The blond's complexion looked firmly red by now, unable to look away from the witch that kept talking about her love for lingerie.
"On the picture, they showed it with a low cut Brazilian panty, more a string than knickers, you know?" Hermione smirked. "I'm dying to try it on."
"The colour?" Ginny was enjoying the major private joke, thorned between the reactions of Draco to Hermione's words, and the enthusiastic way her best friend described the newest design.
"Flame red. I only have three of those, Ginny, you know my love for green lingerie." Something clicked inside Hermione's mind, and she flushed. "Shit." A hand covered her face.
Blaise added to her fire, "Please, do go on...don't stop now. I was enjoying that quite a bit, you know. Though, the image I had of the book-loving prude is being shattered to pieces in the meantime." He rubbed his chin, "Green, huh? My mate is more a navy blue kinda bloke, but he's a Slytherin at heart, I do think he can appreciate his house colours on a sexy woman."
The Malfoy grin reappeared.
"In fact," Blaise continued, "We don't mind accompanying you, ladies, on this shopping trip, in case you need some advice. About the fitting. Right, lads?"
Harry turned it down as fast as Ron did, "Be my guest, I'm forfeiting this one. My Ginny knows what I like."
"Underwear shopping? Not my favourite past-time. I pass."
"Let me guess, Blaise. You'll want to touch to check out if it does fit well?"
"Granger, what a perfect suggestion." Somehow, Draco saw himself already inside the fitting room, testing foremost, the stretching qualities of the fabric. Hermione's hands had curved around a full breast, something he failed to foresee, previously.
"Whatever helps you during your me-moment with your mini-Draco. I'm glad to hand you over a new fantasy purely free of charge for the record." She licked the salt off her finger. "This trip is a girls-only. You may consider yourself lucky, to watch us parade at the pageant."
"I can't wait to peel it off of your body."
"Keep on dreaming, ferret."
Everyone grunted, "Get a room!"