Author's Note: Wow, I can't believe that took so long I'm so sorry. I'm not going to promise an update anytime soon because it totally will not happen but I promise it won't take as long as this one did. Also, this chapter should be a lot longer to account for the time it took me to put it up, but I couldn't think of a better ending for it. Even though I'm not that satisfied with the way it turned out. Review if you feel like it. Thanks for reading.
*I've decided to change the number of shots they both have to take from 15 to 10, I mean I just want them to be drunk not die of alcohol poisoning.
When Malfoy arrived at the common room Hermione was waiting for him. She was seated on the green love-seat, with her legs crossed and her hands folded lightly on her knees. Malfoy sat across from her and rose one eyebrow in interest when he saw the determined look on her face. She looked as though she was trying to gather all of her Gryffindor courage to go into battle against Voldemort himself. Her expression combined with her dainty posture was –although he would never admit it- quite possibly one of the most adorable things he had ever seen.
That was until she opened her mouth and said, "I dare you to go retrieve the boxers that Harry is wearing right now without waking him up."
Malfoy's features quickly adopted a look of revulsion. "Merlin Granger, have you lost your mind?"
He then proceeded to down three shots in a row and take his shoes off.
"What the hell Malfoy? It's either or, and you can't take three shots at a time."
Malfoy gave her his best could you be any dumber look and said, "What part of Slytherin rules did you not understand?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, Malfoy watched as what looked like realization dawn on her face as if she was having some sort of great epiphany.
Suddenly, her hand flew to the hem of her grey cashmere sweater and she pulled it over her head as fast as possible and threw it on the floor.
"Granger, what on earth are you doing? I know being around me makes you want to rip your clothes off but this is a little much."
Hermione downed the next three shots in the line, and Malfoy finally realized what was going on.
He had been too preoccupied with how perfect her sun-kissed skin looked as the soft fabric of the sweater slid over it, and the way her black lace bra fit perfectly over her not-too-small but not-too-big breasts.
"HOLY…FUCK!!," Malfoy exclaimed springing into action; realizing that he obviously should have been more descriptive when explaining the rules.
"The person wearing the least amount of clothes after the last drink is taken," as he had so dimwittedly stated; defeats the purpose of going through the dares at all.
His fingers flew to the waistband of his jeans to unclasp his belt, while Hermione was attempting to take a shot while removing one of her black boots.
"Shit Granger…slow down!"
Malfoy ripped off his belt and began unbuttoning his jeans.
Hermione had successfully taken off both of her boots and had only five shots left in her line.
"Leave it to you to leave such a huge loophole in a game that was supposed to be patented in your house."
"Fuck off Granger, that doesn't change the fact that I'm still going to beat you."
"Not even in your dreams blondie," she taunted.
Hermione took another three shots and slid off her black leggings.
Malfoy was down to his boxers at this point, and had four more shots to take. Hermione realized that she was going to have to make a major moral sacrifice is she wanted to win. If she kept both her bra and knickers on she would still be wearing two articles of clothing while Malfoy only had one.
"Ha Ha, I told you you couldn't beat the master," Malfoy said as he took the next two shots in his line.
Hermione downed her last two shots and prepared to do something that she would undoubtedly regret profoundly when she woke up tomorrow.
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra just as Malfoy was taking his last shot. She shrugged the straps of her shoulders and brought her hands up to cover her breasts.
Malfoy was shocked.
"Who's the master now?"
He looked up at Hermione's hands just barely covering her breasts, then back down into his now empty shot glass, and finally to his pink boxers.
"Granger get your head out of your ass, it's a tie," Malfoy slurred.
Hermione was also beginning to feel the effects of the ten shots, and was starting to have trouble staying upright.
"A tie, what? No, I have to win. I have to beat Malfoy, and wipe that slimy little smirk off his stupid blond face."
"Granger that's me I'm Mraco Dalfoy, stop insulting me," Malfoy said
"Aww, I'm sowwy. Did I hurt little Malfy's feelings?" Hermione cooed.
At this point Malfoy had completely given up on trying to stand up and was lying on the love seat with his eyes closed.
He soon began singing the latest 3oh!3 song under his breath with a few modified lyrics: "Granger won't ever get enough, once she gets a little touch. If I had it my way, you know I would make her say: Ohhhhhh Ohhhhh."
No fucking way Malfy, you could never get me to say 'Ohhhhh,' you're gross," Hermione said into the carpet from her position face down on the floor.
"Correction, I could do it with my hands tied behind my back while blindfolded, and let's not pretend that you think I'm gross, he scoffed. Actually that's how we'll settle the score, Malfoy said, sitting up slightly. If I can make you say 'Ohhhhh' then I win. If I can't, I'll accept my defeat."
"Malfoy, I am not as think as you drunk I am, I will not be taken advantage of," Hermione whispered with one eye closed.
"Yea, okay whatever you say."
She got up not so gracefully from the floor, and sat down on top of Malfoy; straddling him.
Still holding her hands over her breasts she bent down and put her mouth almost on his ear and said, "What are you waiting for? Do it."
Malfoy placed his palms on her hips, just above her knickers and ran his hand up to her shoulders, savoring the feeling of her perfectly smooth skin. His hands left a trail of fire that Hermione couldn't help but shudder in response to.
This did not go unnoticed by Malfoy, he smirked and flipped them over so that he was hovering above her. Without waiting another moment Malfoy leaned in and kissed her, slowly and deeply. Hermione kissed him back, feeling as though this was her first kiss ever.
She pulled back to look into his eyes, they were as dark as night.
She touched her fingers to her lips, they felt as though they were slowly catching fire. The intensity of his gaze made her heart skip an almost audible beat.
After a split-second she crashed her lips back against his. It was like rain after a yearlong drought, and she was dying of thirst.
She raked one hand through his hair, while the other gently caressed his neck. His tongue slid past her lips, and she deepened the kiss.
Breaking away from her, he moved his lips to the beckoning flesh beneath her ear. He made his way down to her chest, and took one of her hard pink nipples into his mouth.
She gasped as he began to softly knead her right breast.
Malfoy ran one hand down between their bodies until his fingers reached the hem of her black thong. He paused just long enough to look up into her eyes, silently asking her for permission.
Frankly Hermione could not have been more willing and she was sure that if he waited one moment longer she would expire from anticipation.
When Malfoy's powers of deduction told him that she wasn't going to charge him with sexual assault after this was over he moved his hand down under the soft fabric of her panties and slipped two fingers inside her. His fingers met little resistance, he groaned as her internal muscles tightened around his fingers.
Malfoy could feel the blood going straight to his already hard cock. Hermione almost lost it right there. She had to clamp her mouth shut and bite down on her tongue to stop herself from crying out.
The feel of his fingers moving inside her registered through her drunken haze with startling clarity, it was echoed in all of her nerve endings. It was absolutely overwhelming, but she was determined not to lose to him.
He began gently massaging her clit with the pad of his thumb, sickeningly slowly. She squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as possible and began thrashing her head from side to side.
Hermione was not previously aware that it was possible to feel this excruciatingly, wonderfully conflicted. She didn't know whether she could accept losing to him, or if she could hold out on giving in to him fully any longer.
That was when he pulled his fingers out of her.
Malfoy reached down and slowly slid her panties down her legs all the while never breaking eye contact with her.
Once he had her knickers on the floor he moved down her body until his mouth was inches away from her glistening flesh.
He wouldn't dare, Hermione thought, he doesn't have the balls.
But deep down she knew he did and he definitely would. The most frightening part was she wasn't even sure if she really didn't want him to.
But she sensed that pretty soon she wouldn't have a choice in the matter; or she wouldn't be coherent enough to make a choice.
Malfoy looked up at her a second before he leaned even further in and just barely touched her with his mouth.
He hips bucked against him, willing him to continue. Hermione grabbed a throw pillow off the floor and slammed it over her face, trying as hard as she could to not lose herself in what he was doing; and to focus on the task at hand.
Malfoy was torturing her, he was moving his tongue so slowly against her, studiously avoiding what he new she wanted. And she thought she had been 'wonderfully conflicted' before? This was like a new level of hell Hermione thought.
"Draco…Please," she moaned.
God, Draco wanted to just give it to her, but losing was not an option.
"Say it," he said looking up at her.
"I fucking hate you Malfoy." Hermione's only hope was that he wouldn't remember any of this when he woke up tomorrow.
She couldn't fight it any longer she needed him.
Hermione internally cursed herself one last time, then she threw her head back and screamed, "OHHHHH."