Heyyy Guys, sorry I haven't updated in like 50 years....School started and then after that everything was a mess as you can imagine. But it's winter breakkk!!!! Now all I'm doing is lying on the beach, so I have all the time in the world to write Fanfiction. I got stuck on this chapter so many times but I think it turned out pretty goodish. Sorry again, and I almost promise that it may not take as long to get the next one up. Peaceee
Hermione was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her thoughts in check. What with Malfoy 's hand surreptitiously burning a hole into the side of her face. Somewhere in the back of her mind –really far back- she realized that there was no way she should be anything but disgusted by the fact that he was touching her. Then why was she slowly but surely leaning into his hand? And why were her eyes at half-mast threatening to close at any second?
Barely two inches away Malfoy was having a similar internal struggle. His original intent had been to try and scare the stupid mudblood. But for some reason as soon as his hand made contact with her silky smooth face, he felt as though it belonged there. He was actually fighting the urge to stroke her cheek with his thumb.
Wait…what the fuck?
Before he could give in to this uncalled for and unwanted feeling he jerked his hand away from her face, and returned to his seat a safe distance away from her without making eye contact. Hermione quickly recovered from this bizarre episode and composed her face into an audacious smirk just before he looked up at her.
"We'll see about that Malfoy."
He was silent for a moment before he said, "Indeed we shall Granger."
"…I dare you to go wake up the Slytherins and publicly confess your love for Pansy."
Malfoy's scoffed in disgust. "I can honestly say I would rather claw my own eyes out than have something that vile come out of my mouth."
He pulled his arms out of his unbuttoned shirt and threw it behind him.
Hermione had to use all of her will power to keep her eyes trained on his face now that the entire upper half of his body was exposed.
With a suspiciously smug look on his face Malfoy looked up at her and said, "Now, I dare you to go make out with Blaise."
Hermione met his gaze with a mixture of apprehension and defiance. She didn't want to refuse another dare so Malfoy would think he's more badass than her, but she wasn't too keen on swapping spit with Blaise. She took two deep breaths and shrugged off her inhibitions.
Hermione got up from the couch and began to make her way towards the portrait hole. She glanced over her shoulder at Malfoy still sitting on the loveseat and said, "Are you coming?"
He narrowed his eyes at the back of her head and followed her out of the portrait hole. When they arrived at the dungeons Malfoy lead the way, he paused by a stretch of bare stone wall. "Amplitudo," he said quietly.
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked.
"Greatness" he said and stepped into the Slytherin common room.
Of course Malfoy would assign the Slytherins such a conceited password she thought before stepping in after him. Malfoy had lit his wand in the darkness, she followed it's light to the top of a set of stairs that led to the seventh year boy's rooms.
Hermione was surprised to find that none of them were asleep, there was light streaming from under every one of the doors, and excited voices echoing through the hallway. Malfoy walked up to the last door, opened it and walked in.
Hermione followed him somewhat hesitantly.
"Never have I ever gotten a hickie from a girl." Astoria Greengrass stated. Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis, and Pansy Parkinson all raised their crystal glasses of firewhiskey to their mouths and took a drink.
"Astoria, it seems you're the only one in attendance who can truthfully say that. I think that needs to be changed" Pansy said slyly.
She leaned over and placed one hand on the side of Astoria's neck, gently cradling the side of her face.
"Don't worry it won't hurt…much."
All the guys –including Malfoy- stared in wide-eyed disbelief as Pansy placed her lips on the base of Astoria's neck and began to suck and bite on the sensitive skin. Astoria's look of shock disappeared. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she bit down on her bottom lip; barely suppressing the fervent moans that slipped from her mouth.
Pansy pulled away from her to reveal a perfectly shaped red hickie on Astoria's porcelain skin.
Malfoy snapped his gaping mouth shut and cleared his throat finally alerting everyone to their presence.
"Oh hey what's up Draco?" Blaise said coolly.
"Hey Drakie…ew what is the mudblood doing in here? And why is her name written all over you?" Pansy asked.
Malfoy smirked and said, "That's not important right now. Granger is here to carry out a little dare I've bestowed upon her."
Hermione watched as a smirk formed on the faces of each of the Slytherins present, it was unsettling.
"And what pray tell, would that be?" Blaise asked.
"Well Blaise, I'm glad you asked because it involves you."
Blaise raised an eyebrow in interest.
"Granger here has to make out with you, as in at least thirty seconds of contact."
"Wait what, thirty seconds?That is way too much. I think ten is sufficient." Hermione shrieked.
"My dare my rules Granger" Malfoy snapped.
"Well, I'll have to brush my teeth after, but I'm willing to take one for the team."
"Oh shut up Zabini, Hermione scoffed. Let's just get this over with."
"As you wish," Blaise said with a smirk as he got up from the floor. Hermione walked over to him slowly, struggling to stop herself from sprinting out of the room.
Grimacing, she placed both arms around his neck. He brought one hand up to cup the side of her face, and placed the other at her waist.
The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes and leaned in was his smirk.
The next thing she knew Blaise Zabini was kissing her and she was kissing back. It was impossible not too; he moved his lips against hers skillful authority.
While harshly but not unpleasantly stroking his tongue against hers.
Hermione melted into the kiss; she forgot everything except for the feel of him.
Blaise pulled away from her and began to kiss his way down her neck, licking over the spots his lips touched.
Hermione tangled her fingers in his dark hair and bit back a moan.
Then all of a sudden he was gone.
Her eyes snapped open in time for her to see Malfoy –still shirtless of course- throwing Blaise off her; behind him the mouths of all the Slytherins were agape for the second time that night.
"Thank you Blaise, that was more than enough," Malfoy said curtly, his eyes flashing with barely suppressed anger.
"Trust me Draco, the pleasure was all mine," Blaise said suggestively, his eyes locked on Hermione.
She felt her cheeks burn as everyone's gaze fell upon her.
"Well, we'll let you guys return to you game," Malfoy said still positively seething.
He grabbed Hermione's arm and proceeded to pull her from the room, but Blaise still had time to put his thumb and pinky finger up to his ear and mouth the words 'call me.'
When Malfoy had successfully pulled Hermione from the room he released her arm and began to speed walk ahead of her down the stairs. She almost had to run to keep up with him.
"Malfoy! What is your problem? Stop walking so fast."
He spun around at the foot of the stairs and looked up at her. The moonlight streaming in from the windows was reflecting in his eyes, making it hard to look away from them.
"Going too fast didn't seem like a problem for you when you were letting Blaise shove his tongue down your throat a moment ago," he spat.
Hermione narrowed her eyes in confusion, but then surprised realization flitted across her face.
"Oh my god, Draco Malfoy. You're jealous." Hermione couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw something almost like panic flicker in his eyes.
But then there was nothing but resentment.
"Jealous?" He said in a tone so menacingly quiet that Hermione actually shuddered. "I think not."
Hermione summoned the confidence necessary to retaliate against his icy stare and said, "Oh, cut the crap Malfoy. Why else would you be so upset by me getting all hot and heavy with him in front of you? You're the one who gave me the dare after all."
"Well it's certainly not because I'm jealous of you and Blaise," he answered much too quickly.
A mischievous grin appeared on Hermione's face right before she said, "Whatever Malfoy, I'll get you to admit it eventually, by any means necessary. Speaking of means, isn't it my turn?
She then walked down the stairs and right past him, leaving behind a slightly awestruck and very pissed off Draco Malfoy.