Title: Gods In Love

Chapter 5: In which a confrontation occurs.

Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling's magical world of witches and wizards, or any of the characters in it. If you know the series, you will be able to pick out which characters are mine.

Description: In their seventh year, a wizarding sex shop opens for business in Hogsmeade, causing tension among the students and leading to unusual events and pairings (Ron x Hermione x Draco, Snape x ??).

A/N: JUST realized I had uploaded the uncorrected version of Ch. 1 (the version with typos... and no dividers... and Ron saying "spell" because I couldn't remember the spell evanesco, LOL). Fixed now, sorry:)

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Hermione hardly remembered returning to the Gryffindor dorms to change out of her costume. She imagined she must have fled the stage, running for the door. Ginny told her later she had calmly accepted her prize and numbly acknowledged the congratulations of her classmates before quietly slipping from the hall. Draco had been seen doing the same. Only now, sitting on her large four-poster bed, was sense beginning to return to her.

'Draco Malfoy!' she thought to herself in disbelief, how could she have kissed Draco Malfoy? Worse still, how could she have liked kissing Draco Malfoy?!

"Augh!" she cried out, roughly jamming her hair into a messy bun. She headed down the stairs to find Ron, Harry and Ginny already waiting for her. Ron and Harry had changed into street clothes, but had deemed to keep their shining nose and Father Christmas beard respectively. Ginny did not look incredibly pleased. Suddenly Hermione realized,

"Ginny, how are you coming with us? It's only seventh-year students allowed down to Hogsmeade."

Harry withdrew the Marauder's Map and grinned.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say Father Christmas. Let's go."

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The night had deteriorated rapidly. Harry and Ron, who had set out to get drunk, succeeded, leading the occupants of the bar in a chorus of various Christmas carols. Ginny took this like a stoic, and to her credit did not leave Harry's side. After a few drinks, she was singing Christmas carols like the rest. Hermione, who had not set out to get drunk, failed, and was soon feeling warm and fuzzy and much better about having kissed Draco Malfoy. She turned to Ginny.

"So what, right? He's just a total creep and a nasty awful person and rubbish at school and rubbish at life. It could have been worse," she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "he could be ugly." Ginny giggled uncontrollably, falling off her stool and grabbing Harry's beard for support, causing him to cry out and then fall in a heap with her.

She turned then to Ron, placing a hand on his thigh. Ron's nose turned red.

"Hi 'Mione."

She smiled, "Hi Ron."

'This is just what a need... another boy. It's not that I want Draco... it's that I want anyone, and Draco was there.'

"So," she said, embolded by the alcohol in her system, "are you having a good night?"

Ron gulped. "Better now." he managed to say, his cheeks growing as red as his nose.

There was a thick silence between them, in which they both said many things with their eyes they never would have said aloud.

Harry popped up from the floor.

"I've got one Ron!" And to the tune of 'Carol of the Bells' he began to sing the words "Wobble-y pop, wobble-y pop, wobble-y pop, wobble-y pop."

Ron, suddenly forgetting all about Hermione, joined in.

Ginny joined Hermione at the bar again. "Wobbly pop?" She sighed.

Hermione, suddenly feeling very angry at being ignored and very warm decided she was going to take a short walk outside the bar, and told Ginny so.

She grabbed her wool coat from the back of the bar stool and weaving through the crowd of seventh year students, she burst out the door into the cold night air. She stopped for a moment, just enjoying the night, and then started walking. Spotting an alleyway, lit only by a lamp at the very end of it she started down it with the aim of finding somewhere to sit where no one would bother her. She turned into the alley, humming 'Carol of the Bells' to herself and running a hand along the brick of the wall.

About halfway down the alley, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Terror seized her. Who or what was it? Had someone followed her? She swung about. There, at the mouth of the alley was Draco Malfoy. He wore a black woolen coat in the muggle style and dark green scarf. His hair was dishevelled, and some of it fell into his eyes.

He slowly and deliberately drew his wand. Hermione fumbled for hers in the pocket of her coat and had finally managed to draw it. She opened her mouth to cast a spell,

"Expeliarmus!"

Her wand flew from her hand and skittered a short ways down the alleyway. Hermione stood dumbfounded. How had he managed to best her? She backed away slowly, looking about wildly for an exit, but her back soon met the brick wall of the alley. Draco chuckled.

"Funny I should beat you with one out of Potter's book." he slurred.

'God, he's really drunk...'

Draco wasted no time roughly pinning her to the brick wall with extended arms. He leaned towards her, swaying a little.

"So Granger," he purred into her ear, "still going to have sex with me?"

"Augh!" she cried, pushing against him to get away. She had scarcely moved him forward a dozen centimetres when he pushed her back into the wall, hard.

"Ow! You bastard! Let me go!"

Draco chuckled darkly, his warm breath on her neck. "But you like this Granger, you profile says you do... or should I call you Athene?" He bit gently at her ear, sending a spark of desire racing through her veins to linger between her legs. He spoke again: "You're a masochistic little whore and I'm a sadistic bastard..." his voice lowered to a warm whisper, "... we're practically made for each other."

Desire and fear accosted Hermione alternately, each heightening the other in turn. It was true, earlier when he kissed her she hadn't wanted it to stop... she had found herself thinking things she'd never thought before. She just couldn't reconcile the image of the masked boy and his perfect, passionate kiss and the drunken git in front of her! How could they both be Draco Malfoy!?

In one terrible moment, both worlds collided.

He kissed her.

She tried to squirm away, but he just pressed his body up against hers, pinning her more firmly to the wall. Suddenly, something even stranger happened: she began to kiss him back. All at once, with her eyes closed in the darkness of the alley, it was as though they were back in the garden; two gods kissing in twilight. One of his hands returned to caress the side of her face as before; she supposed it was a habit of his. She could feel his arousal growing as he ground his hips into hers, but she didn't care, she just wanted contact. His other hand headed for the much less chaste location of under her skirt, teasing her through her panties. He pulled away a second, and Hermione leaned against the wall breathing hard, her head tilted back, her thoughts racing wildly.

The sound of a zipper snapped her back to reality.

She was not in the garden at Hogwards with a mysterious masked boy.

She was snogging Draco Malfoy in a dark alley, and he was drunkenly fumbling with his zipper.

"Whoa! Hang on, what's going on here!" she managed to mutter, regaining her bearings.

He stumbled into her, knocking her into the wall again. Grabbing a handful of her curly hair with one hand he tilted her head to the side a little roughly, nipping at her neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Unwanted feelings of desire surfaced in Hermione again. He whispered throatily into her ear:

"I mean to have you right here in the alleyway."

This comment sobered Hermione like nothing else had. She made a grab for his wand, which was protruding from his coat pocket. The moment her fingers closed around it she drew the wand from his pocket and pointed it at his chest. His eyes opened wide.

"Expeliarmus!" she cried, sending Draco flying with enough force to hit the opposite wall of the alley and crumple with a groan to the ground.

Hermione turned and ran back to the bar, bursting in the doors.

'All I want is a man. I don't want Draco. All I want is a man.'

Her eyes met Ron's. She walked quickly over to him and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go."

Ron looked puzzled. "Where?"

"Upstairs to the rooms."

Ron blushed furiously and mouthed silent words and she dragged him by the hand through the bar. As she arrived at the foot of the stairs, Draco entered the bar, looking more dishevelled than before. He saw the direction in which she was going, and he saw her holding Ron's hand. He sneered. She sniffed haughtily and continued on her way.

'Good.' she thought darkly, 'I'm glad he saw.' But all the while a miserable feeling was creeping into her stomach. 'Why do I feel this way?' she wondered. She dragged Ron down the hall, locating an empty room and pulling him in. She closed and locked the door and pushed him down onto the bed.

"Alright Ron. Let's go."

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Sorry guys! This is a really short chapter I know, but I'm doing National Novel writing month this month so I don't have as much time for fanfiction! I'll try to keep updating in small bits like this when I can. I'm really having fun with this fic!

For the love of God leave me reviews, lol. There are a ton of people who've added this story to their favourites or alerts without reviewing. Let me know why you like it!! I want to know what I'm doing right!

Hopefully I'll have the next part out reasonably soon :)

PS. I fixed some typos in this chapter too...

Lurve,

Planeswalker