Chapter 4: Slytherins, Sex and Making Changes
"Wow, Hermione, you look good." Ginny grinned at her friend.
"I could say the same to you." Hermione replied as she dabbed on a last bit of perfume.
Hermione looked at Ginny and smiled. Ginny was wearing a bright green dress that she had picked out after claiming that everything else she owned clashed with her hair. Hermione looked down at herself. Personally, Hermione felt that she looked a little bland in her bronze dress. She hadn't expected to be invited to a party, especially not a Slytherin party so she was stuck with the dress she usually wore on summer outings to Hogsmeade.
"Shall we?" Ginny questioned, gesturing to the door. Hermione grinned and nodded and together they excited the bathroom.
It had been Hermione's idea to get ready in a nearby bathroom, close to the common rooms, rather than dressing in their dorm rooms. They had told Harry and Ron that they would be studying in the library, and predictably the boys had shown no interest in joining them.
Hermione followed Ginny to a shadowed corner and they stood to wait to be picked up.
"Have you ever been to one of these things before?" Hermione asked. She was used to knowing all about something before she dived in headfirst, so the mystery that surrounded the party was unnerving her to say the least.
"Not personally, being a Gryffindor it can be quite hard to get into them, but my friend Natalie, she's been to a few and she says they are great. She never shuts up about them actually, but all in all they sound good. Hey, look." Ginny grinned, pointing down the corridor. "The boys are here."
Hermione turned around and her eyes widened. They looked good and Hermione finally understood why half the girls in the school lusted after them. They were truly Slytherin sex Gods. Hermione grinned, and one of them was taking her to a party.
Draco smiled when he saw the girls. Personally he thought Hermione looked radiant, the colours of her dress setting of the different streaks of brown and bronze in her hair. Sure made a change from blonde and pink. Draco thought, but he was a little distracted with Blaise.
"Sorry about him." Draco apologised to Ginny when he got close enough. "He may have had a little drink already."
"Hey, Little Red. Looking good." Blaise said, burning desire lighting up his indigo eyes. He took a swig from the bottle he carried and Draco hit him on the arm.
"Behave." Draco hissed, shaking his head and leaving Blaise to capable hands as Ginny took the bottle off of him, taking a swig for herself, not wanting to be left behind. Draco smiled at Hermione. "Ready to go, Mya?" Hermione smiled at that.
"Sure." She took his offered hand in hers and they set off down the corridor, leaving a now giggling Ginny with Blaise.
The walk down to the Slytherin common room was pleasant in Hermione's eyes, with only the anticipation to deal with. In fact she was starting to enjoy her conversations with her former enemy. She found him to be an intellectual equal, which was more than she could ever say about Harry or Ron.
As they entered the party, Hermione almost stopped in shock and her jaw dropped, all arguments concerning wand movement forgotten. From outside, there were no tell-tale signs of a party going on, and Hermione was getting confused, but as soon as they stepped inside, she realised that some excellent wand work had been done.
The room was soundproofed, there were typical green and silver decorations dotted around the room and Hermione could see only a few bottles on a table, though she suspected they were charmed to refill once they emptied. The room was filled to a comfortable level with people, mostly Slytherins, but Hermione spotted a fair few friends (the majority being girls) from other houses dotted around the room (that Hermione suspected had been enlarged slightly to fit everybody in). All in all she was impressed, something she wasn't expecting to be feeling.
"Look, good?" Draco asked, a deep chuckle coming from his throat as he appraised his date with a cocked eyebrow. Hermione simply nodded, smiling. "Then, can I get you a drink? They're probably all alcohol, so I hope that's okay."
"Alcohol is just fine." Hermione smiled. She wasn't much of a drinker, but some occasions called for it, this most definitely being one of them.
"Firewhiskey?" Draco asked and Hermione nodded again and happily accepted the glass he handed her, taking a delicate sip of the liquid courage.
Draco, a more frequent drinker due to the Slytherin partied that he frequented, poured himself something stronger and smiled.
"I want to introduce you to some people."
"Do we have to?" Hermione bit her lip, suddenly nervous and all too aware that she was a Gryffindor in a room full of Slytherins.
"Don't worry, they are either too drunk to care, or too drunk to do anything about it. Blaise is an excellent example." Draco pointed at a laughing Blaise, with a just as happy Ginny on his arm. Hermione laughed at the sight, they looked good together. "Come on." Draco smiled and pulled a slightly reluctant Hermione along by that hand.
"Hey Draco." Theo called, Pansy Parkinson hanging on his arm. Draco walked up to them, Hermione blushing fiercely by his side.
"Mya, this is Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson. Theo, Panse meet Hermione Granger." Draco introduced them, and Hermione gave a sheepish grin and a wave. Pansy gave a disgruntled snort and walked away, effectively wiping the smile from Hermione's face.
"Don't worry about her; she gets like this every time Draco even looks at another human being." Theo said, noticing Hermione's dejected expression. "I swear she went off in a huff when you chose to sit next to Blaise as opposed to her one breakfast, Draco." Theo chuckled, joined by Draco.
"She thinks so little of me, yet she still wants to jump my bones." Draco grinned, wrapping his arm around Hermione's waist and pulling her closer, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. Standing so close to Draco, that she could smell him, Hermione listened to the boys' playful banter and smiled, feeling more relaxed.
As the evening wore on, Hermione found that she was thoroughly enjoying herself, and just as shocked at that, though she suspected that the alcohol she was drinking may have lowered her inhibitions and let her relax faster. She found that when they weren't at loggerheads, Slytherins were most definitely people who could have a good time, and that under the influence of alcohol they were perfectly happy to accept a Gryffindor, even a third of the Golden Trio.
In the early hours of the morning, half the common room had passed out on the floor due to over alcohol consumption and the rest had left to either sleep in their own beds or have sex and sleep in other people's beds. Hermione was lying on a sofa, next to the smouldering remains of the fire, her head comfortably nestled in Draco's lap. Draco's long fingers were gently running their way through her hair. On the chair next to their sofa, Ginny was straddling Blaise, in the middle of a heated kiss. Due to her consumption of alcohol, and Blaise's winning mixture of looks and charm, Ginny had thoroughly abandoned her morals.
"I suggest we leave now, Mya." Draco whispered. "I don't think we want to watch what comes next." Draco carefully helped Hermione sit up, and they tip-toed out of the common room together Draco leading the way to his bed and a fair few hours of sleep.
In the comfy armchair, Blaise opened an eye, watching his best friend and date leave the room. He wasn't as drunk as Ginny, and was most definitely aware of his actions and he knew that this may be his only chance to have his way with the stubborn and fiery redhead.
Deepening the kiss, Blaise ran his hand up Ginny's back and untied the neck to her halter dress. Ginny, vaguely aware of what was happening, pulled back and shook her head slightly, doing her best to think through her fuddled brain.
"Aw, come on Little Red." Blaise said, placing kisses up her neck, his fingers working wonders on the tight muscles of her shoulder blades. Ginny's head tipped back and her fingers began to blindly fumble for the buttons on Blaise's shirt.
Hiding his grin in the crook of her neck, Blaise guided Ginny's fingers to his buttons and she opened her eyes to see what she was doing. Seeing no more doubt in her green orbs, Blaise undid the zip and pulled Ginny's dress over her head, sighing happily at the sight of her bare breasts.
Immediately Blaise attached his lips to her left breast, using his right hand to massage the other. His left hand stayed round her waist to hold her up. This sudden assault of her senses caused Ginny to moan and she grinded slightly against Blaise's crotch. As she undid the last of the buttons, Ginny threw open Blaise's shirt, glad to finally have an excuse to feel the lattice of his muscles that unfortunately usually lay hidden beneath his clothes.
Wishing to move things on, Blaise shed his shirt and undid the button and fly on his trousers. Ginny lifted herself up, allowing Blaise to kick of his jeans followed by his black silk boxers. Blaise reclaimed Ginny's lips and, not wishing to waist any more time, ripped her panties from her body.
"Hope you don't mind." Blaise muttered against her lips, and Ginny who was far too happy to make any argument at that moment, didn't say a word.
Ginny tangled her fingers in the dark silky locks of Blaise's head as their tongues raged war. Blaise dipped his hands down and slipped his fingers up, beginning to stroke her gently, rubbing his thumb in time on that oh so sensitive nub. Ginny moaned into his mouth, sure that this was the best she had ever felt.
Blaise pulled his fingers out, causing Ginny to whimper slightly, but he placed them in her mouth and in utter surprise Ginny closed her mouth, allowing Blaise to pull his fingers back out. Smirking at Ginny's shocked expression, he picked her up and took two steps to the sofa, laying her down, and climbing on top.
With no prior warning, Blaise pushed into her, uttering a deep groan as he finally felt the friction he had been waiting for. Ginny, not used to the length that was settled in her, moaned slightly.
Blaise, never one to wait around, began to move, his hands moving expertly around her body, his lips only heightening the pleasure. Ginny, still slightly addled by the alcohol was making more noise than she would normally do so in the middle of a common room. His lips sucked on her neck and Ginny felt on fire. She felt more powerful than ever before.
Together they moved in time, their lips joined once again. Blaise, despite his many conquests over the years, knew that something was different. Picking up the pace, Blaise bit Ginny's shoulder, making her squirm and cry out.
Feeling Ginny shudder beneath him caused Blaise to tip over the edge and he collapsed on top of Ginny, joining her in a world of bliss. Ginny pushed on his shoulders, encouraging him to roll to the left so she could breathe and promptly fell asleep, a small smile on her lips.
Blaise had enough time and thought to pull the blanket that was on the back of the sofa over them, and to think that Ginny looked simply radiant as her breasts rose and fell with her even breathing, and her red hair splayed beneath her before he too joined her in a deep slumber, destined to last well into the morning.