Take a chance to recognise
That this could be yours
I can see just like most guys
That your games don't please
-Buttons, The Pussycat Dolls
A Rebel With A Tainted Heart: Chapter 6
Around 2:15 in the morning, Blaise Zabini fell over a coffee table. The only ones still in the Slytherin Common Room were Pansy, Draco, Ginny, Hermione and Theo Nott who all laughed at Blaise.
"Blaise you're very drunk," Pansy giggled, slightly tipsy.
"Am so noooot! It was the coffee table; someone put it there on purpose!" He protested.
"Mate your blood's probably turned to alcohol," Draco snorted in response.
"How come you're not that drunkkkk?" Blaise asked him, frowning.
"It takes more than three bottles of vodka to get me drunk. It's a tall person thing," He smirked as did Theo and Blaise narrowed his eyes at them.
"Please Draco, you're still drunk," Pansy rolled her eyes.
"Well of course I am Pans, I wasn't gonna stay sober at one of our famous parties," He chuckled and she smirked.
"No one ever is, not even the Gryffindors," She jerked her head in the direction of the two girls who had drinks in their hands.
"Did Blaise just fall over that table?" Hermione asked, coming over and looking down at the Italian sprawled on the floor.
"Yeah he did. See. She's not that drunk either Pans," Draco commented.
"High tolerance, and I'm still drunk as," She grinned at him.
"But she is drunk enough for both of us," Hermione pointed at Ginny who stumbled over to the table, fell over it and landed on top of Blaise, who looked quite happy at this new string of events.
"What time's it Pans?" Draco asked, ignoring Blaise and Ginny's drunken snogging. It was bound to happen soon.
"Like half two?" She guessed.
"You'll need to get back, you know what happens at 3. It'll take you at least half an hour with those two sex addicts," She rolled her eyes at the pair on the floor as Blaise's hand creeped up Ginny's leg.
"Alright Blaise, enough, she's drunk," Draco muttered, gently lifting Ginny off him which earned grumbles and protests from both.
"Is she always like this?" Draco asked Hermione as Ginny started giggling and playing with his hair.
"She's a clingy drunk," She shrugged, helping Blaise up.
"Good luck getting back with that idiot. I had a good time guys, glad you came Hermione and you, Draco, I hadn't seen you in forever!" Pansy waved as they were leaving, and her and Theo began clearing the Common Room with their wands.
"Thanks Pans and yeah about that, I'll tell you tomorrow," Draco murmured, holding out his free hand to help Hermione out of the portrait with a blitzed Blaise.
"Oh and Hermione? If Blaise touches you, slap him - hard! Bye!" Pansy called.
Out in the corridor, Hermione turned to Draco.
"Malfoy was she being serious? And what happens at 3?" She asked him shocked.
"Yeah just smack him and he won't try it again. And at 3, all the portrait doors lock," He replied.
"Weaslette you are so drunk, come here," Malfoy whispered hauling her up into his arms. Ginny giggled, amused at being so high up.
"Aw Hermione you're so pretty, but Red's mine. Hey! Maybe you can fuck Draco!" Blaise drunkenly whispered, seeming happy with his idea.
"Yeah, like that'll ever happen," She whispered to Blaise so Malfoy couldn't hear.
"I think it would, you two emanate such sexual tension it's annoying," He muttered causing Hermione to burst into laughter and Draco to turn around and look at her like she was crazy.
"He just said something ridiculous," She replied, embarrassed.
"It's probably true, known Blaise. He's quite perceptive, even drunk," He half-smiled before turning round again.
-If only you knew what he said Malfoy, you wouldn't be saying that!
Finally they reached Blaise and Ginny's Common Room, helping the pair through the portrait before heading off to the Heads Dorm. Draco and Hermione arrived with 5 minutes to spare. Draco said the password to the Founders who grinned mischievously at the pair, who looked very good together. They climbed through the portrait before collapsing on the sofa.
"We should probably go to bed," Hermione giggled happily.
"Probably," Draco agreed. Both were very drunk but not as bad as Ginny and Blaise.
"Come on," Hermione sang, pulling the tall grinning blond up the stairs and into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed beside him.
"No fair, your bed's comfier than mine," She complained and he smirked again.
-Aw he's so fit, I would totally do him.
-Aw she's so fit, I would totally shag her.
"It's cause Dumbledore likes me better," He replied, laughing internally.
"Your eyes are so pretty!" She gasped suddenly, staring at him.
"Thanks! You're pretty!" He chuckled drunkenly, lying back on the bed. She fell back gently as well. One minute they had been lying side by side and the next she was straddling him, whispering things in his ear that would've made Rita Skeeter's blasted Quick-Quotes Quill have a seizure and kissing him.
His lips were surprisingly soft and Gods, could he kiss! This was why all the girls were after Draco Malfoy, this was what they all talked about. He was known for not kissing girls - many had tried and failed to get him to kiss them, yet here he was, kissing his supposed enemy like there was no tomorrow.
"Everything about this is wrong," He breathed, observing her sparkling eyes.
"Maybe it is, I don't care," She shrugged devilishly before pulling him back in to her. Eventually, he struggled with himself to pull away again. She was like a drug.
"You'll regret this in the morning Hermione. Stop. Sleep here tonight and try to work off all those shots. You'll have a killer hangover in the morning," He spoke softly and she liked how her name sounded as it rolled off his oh so skilled tongue.
"Hm, fine, for a Sex God you sure are a buzz kill," She huffed as he waggled his eyebrows at the title she used. Hermione tonight, seemed so uncharacteristically free and happy and his mouth dropped open as she casually pulled off her dress and stood in her underwear before him, arms crossed over an extremely beautiful body.
-Slytherin green underwear, I knew it. It's taking all my self control not to rip it right off her.
Hermione appeared to know exactly what he was thinking and smirked at him.
"Move over then Draco," She purred, climbing into bed and eyeing him hungrily as he stripped off down to his green silk boxers flashing mouth watering abs and v-lines, before sliding in beside her.
"Goodnight Granger," He said softly, turning away from her.
"Goodnight Malfoy," She replied, just as soft as she rolled over.
~O-O~
Around the same time, Draco and Hermione both woke up. She had her head on his chest and he had her wrapped in his arms, their legs intertwined. They had never seen the other move so fast in their life. Both sprang apart like lightning from the blond's silk clad bed and stared at each other and their clothing, or lack of.
"Why am I in your bed Malfoy? With you? Why are you in your boxers and why am I in my underwear? And what the hell did we do?" Hermione's voice rose considerably as she questioned him.
"Fuck. I don't know, probably nothing and I can't really remember much. You have a fit body though, who knew the bookworm was shaggable. I remember the party and helping Blaise and Ginny back but after that it's black," He shrugged nonchalantly, long nimble fingers caressing his pounding head.
"How are you so bloody calm? WE MIGHT HAVE SLEPT TOGETHER?" She yelled at him and he winced.
"Shhh! And so? You better have been a good shag," He smirked.
"WHAT?!"
"You're hot Granger and I, Draco Malfoy, will be the first to admit it.
And I bet you were a good shag because you look like you are!" He grinned, dodging a pillow that she hurled at him.
"WHAT."
-God, he is insufferable! But so fucking hot.
"You heard me," He said, still grinning. Hermione looked as if she was about to stab him repeatedly.
"You know Malfoy, that paperweight on your cabinet looks pretty good to bash your head in with right now," She hissed at the now howling blond, who was struggling to control the tears of mirth running down his face.
"But hey, if you did that, how would you use me for a good shag?"
THWUMP. Such a pleasing sound to Hermione as the pillow she threw hit her intended target in the face.
"Hahaha okay, I'm going to find hangover potions and we can remember what happened," He smirked again, going into the bathroom and hoking through the cupboard.
"Aha! Here you go Granger," He handed her one of the small flasks filled with a creamy pink tinged liquid which she accepted and quickly drank alongside him. All their memories came flooding back.
Fuck.
"Ah Granger, quite the vixen, seducing this poor intoxicated gentleman. Someone was a bit minxy winxy last night," He grinned, waggling his eyebrows.
"Oh. My. God. I can't believe I practically jumped you and you were so polite," She covered her face with her hands.
"Hey I'm used to it. It comes free with the dashingly beautiful face and body. But sadly, we didn't have sex, shame really, I wouldn't have minded being in you," He sighed, sounding disheartened and she looked horrified but still outraged.
"Ugh, must you be so crude Malfoy. And really, I'm surprised you would have even touched me. It's more like a blessing we didn't have sex," She sniffed disdainfully before collecting her stuff from his room and retreating into her own. She could hear his laughter even from behind the closed doors. Bastard.
Hermione really couldn't understand why a very rich and very beautiful Pureblood would even sully himself just by thinking of having sex with a Muggleborn like her. Let alone Draco bloody Malfoy, he was practically the poster child for Purebloodism. Or at least, before the war he had been. Maybe he really had changed in more ways than one.
~O-O~
To say the teachers were surprised when Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger came into the Great Hall for breakfast laughing together, was a huge understatement. It had been so long since anyone had seen either of the pair laugh, so Theo, Ron and Harry did a double take. Where he sat at the Slytherin table, Theo could see the warmth in his friend's eyes, something which had been lacking since the start of their sixth year. The strain of the Death Eater's had taken its toll on all of the young marked – Theo, Blaise and Pansy but especially the young Malfoy. The pressure had been taken off them and all of it placed on him by Voldemort, at merely 16.
Further down the Gryffindor table, Harry was pleased that Hermione was happy; even if he did have to grit his teeth at the fact it was with Draco Malfoy. However, after the war, many people, including Harry, had received apologies from the Malfoy's. Both Harry and Draco had agreed to a truce, but it was unlikely they would be close friends anytime soon.
As much as Harry hated to admit it, he realised that Draco freaking Malfoy had made Hermione happier in two days, than she had been in two years with Ron. But everyone had seen the changes in Ron. Whether it was the War, or the loss of Fred taking its toll on him no one could be sure, but he seemed more angry and aggressive-possessive, snapping at the slightest things. Harry was worried for his best friend and was glad that Hermione and Ginny were being taken care off.
-Two bloody snakes though! What were Dumbledore and McGonagall thinking?!
Dumbledore merely sat at the head of the room beside his wife Minerva, a slight smile on his face as he watched Blaise Zabini and Ginny Weasley rush into the room together and collapse down on the bench beside the other two. Hermione and Draco both raised eyebrows at the pair, who looked away fleetingly, shaking their heads. After eating a large breakfast, the redhead spoke first.
"Hermione, can we go for a walk, I'm roasting," Ginny complained, looking at Hermione with that oh so familiar "I need to tell you something" look.
"It's a Sunday. In September. And you're 'roasting'. Whatever, you girls are weirdos," Malfoy rolled his eyes at them and Hermione stifled a very un-ladylike snort before following Ginny out of the Hall. She followed her all the way down to the Black Lake before sitting down under one of the numerous large trees.
"Okay, enough Gin, spill.
NOW!" Hermione said to a nervous looking redhead.
"IMayHaveAccidentallyHadReall yAmazingSexWithBlaiseZabiniL astNight!" Ginny trilled quickly.
"What?"
"I. May. Have. Accidentally. Had. Really. Amazing. Sex. With. Blaise. Zabini. Last. Night," She breathed to her brunette best friend who was staring at her like she'd grown two heads.
"Was he good then?" Now it was Ginny's turn to stare.
"I'm sorry what?!" She asked.
"Was he good then?" Hermione repeated, trying not to giggle at Ginny's expression.
"This is Hermione Bookworm Granger, the prude I'm talking to right?!" Ginny questioned, not realising at first her best friend's hurt look.
"Ron called me that," She replied softly.
"And I may be a bookworm but I'm definitely not a prude, I'm just not a slut like Lavender and Parvati. Ron only called me a prude because I refused to have sex with him again because he's shit in bed. Well that and the fact he didn't know about the five other Muggles I slept with during the summer," Hermione shrugged nonchalantly and Ginny's mouth dropped open even wider.
"HERMIONE GRANGER YOU VIXEN!" Gin replied, shocked yet amazed.
-Who knew that Hermione Granger has even had sex?!
"You know, Draco Malfoy said that to me this morning when I woke up in his bed," Hermione added slyly, highly amused at the look on her friends face. This girl had a lot of very entertaining expressions.
-I bet Blaise saw most of them last night!
Hermione giggled at her internal joke as Ginny just sat there, completely flabbergasted.
"You. Woke. Up. In. The. Sex. God's. Bed."
"YES."
"OHMIGOD, DID YOU FUCK HIM?!"
"Ugh Ginny, you're so crude. And no, I didn't, but I did get a look at mouth-watering abs and v-lines," Hermione added dreamily, as she remembered that morning.
"Anyway, back to the matter at hand, you and Blaise?"
-:FLASHBACK BEGINNING:-
-The portrait door had slammed shut as Draco and Hermione had left Ginny and Blaise in their Deputy Heads Dormitory. Both were still very drunk as they stumbled side by side up the stairs and Ginny followed Blaise into his room. Curiosity got the better of her. Blaise stopped in front of his bed and she ran straight into his back. She could feel his taut muscles rippling and she sucked in a breath. In the blink of an eye, Blaise had turned around to face her and he kissed her to which she responded enthusiastically. His hands were suddenly everywhere - cupping the sides of her face, running down her waist, then up, then down again. Settling on her hips, in her hair, caressing her neck. He slammed her against the door then and she grabbed his shoulders, digging her fingers in, kissing him harder and arching into him.
In one fluid movement, his shirt and jacket were off and her dress pooled around her ankles, both their shoes kicked off and lying halfway across his room. She circled his waist with her legs and the heat of her against his groin made his knees quiver. Blaise was drowning in all that was Ginny Weasley.
Blaise wasted no more time and in an instant, they were both naked and he was inside her. The sound of his groan was lost in her own. He tasted like cinnamon and danger and Ginny couldn't get enough. Yes, he was sexy as hell. Yes, he was a good kisser. Yes, he was a fantastic lover.
He thrust again and she suddenly clenched around him, causing him to allow a strangled sort of whimper escape him. She was the unmaking of him. Every part of her, every fucking inch of her.
She was the only one that could cause Blaise Zabini to totally lose control.
He was the only one that could cause Ginny Weasley to totally lose control.
Their groans enticed the other, encouraging each other. He growled and thrust harder, faster and harder and allowed himself to be entirely consumed by the feeling of Ginny Weasley. And then she threw back her head, gasped his name and fell apart.
The sensation was unbearable, the feel of her clenching and rolling and Blaise came not two seconds after with a growl.-
-:FLASHBACK OVER:-
"You fucked the Weaslette?" Draco asked his best friend as they strolled through the castle grounds towards the Black Lake.
"Um, yes?" Blaise replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Well I'm not gonna throw a fit mate, you like her and she likes you, so why not? And, she's not exactly ugly is she? I take it she was good then," He smirked at Blaise's wide eyed look.
"Fuck was she? It was the best shag of my life and I would do it all over again!" Blaise burst out and Draco found himself to be a little shocked. His friend was usually never one to repeat a witch, so what did he like so much about this one?
The rest of the week passed relatively quickly with little discussion about the events after the party. The next Monday after dinner, the eighth years along with Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood, were told to stay behind.
"What do you think this is all about?" Ginny asked Hermione nervously. They had sat near Ron and Harry, since the two boys had gone to sit at the Slytherin table with Theo and Pansy.
"Maybe it's to do with classes, maybe we're all failing," Harry suggested, earning glares from both girls.
"Maybe it's just you two failing because you don't have us to do your homework," Hermione smiled sweetly at him and he didn't pick up on the sarcasm. Ron grunted in reply, he apparently was still as moody and aggressive as ever towards both girls. He was convinced that the two 'snakes' had Imperio'd the girls into becoming their friends. Really, Ginny and Hermione liked being 'friends' with Blaise and Draco. Well, Ginny and Blaise were friends, Draco and Hermione were more civil because of their truce but they still enjoyed arguing with the other. Both their best friends knew that secretly, the pair enjoyed the other's company. No matter how much they argued and complained about it.
"Students, settle down, I'm sure you would all like to know why you are here and why the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour is here." Dumbledore gestured towards the shady looking man standing in the shadows of the Hall and Draco shifted around in his seat uncomfortably. Hermione caught his eye and understood, sending him a small smile. She knew he was uneasy in the presence of the very man who was out to get him and tried his hardest to send him to Azkaban.
"For you all, more changes will be apparent. As of tomorrow, a Marriage Law will become active." At this, the Hall went into uproar.
"Silence! This law states that all students who are ages 18 and up must marry their chosen partner within one year and become pregnant with their first child within 13 months of tomorrow. The second child must follow within the third year of marriage," Dumbledore announced, almost dejectedly and the Minister smiled evilly as many of the students began to rise in protest.
"You can't do this to us, we're still only children!" Seamus Finnegan piped up in his strong Irish accent.
"You are of age and it is required of you. The population of the Wizarding World has fallen as an outcome of the War. We have lost 65% of our population and this is why we have chosen for the Marriage Law to become effective. Be aware that this law does not remain within the boundaries, which means Slytherins and Gryffindors, along with Purebloods and Muggleborns may be put together. The partners are chosen based on who can be the happiest with each other and those who are most compatible and can easily fall in love." The Minister finally spoke, and the Hall fell silent.
"Alright, I will call the students name out, you will seek your partner and then you may leave the Hall and go about your usual business," Professor McGonagall commanded, pulling out a scroll.
"Firstly, we have-" Hermione and Ginny zoned out and stared, horrified at each other.
"Is this for real?" Ginny whispered to her best friend, whose eyes echoed the terror, she herself felt.
"Yes, I can't believe that this sort of thing would be allowed, what if we're stuck with people we don't know or hate?" Hermione whispered back.
"What if it's someone who's awful and they're just a complete wanker?" Ginny asked, almost tearfully.
"Gin, you'll be fine, it'll be ridiculous and you'll end up with someone like.. I don't know.. Blaise or something," Hermione giggled and Ginny joined in. They calmed each other down and listened to the names called out as the Hall emptied of shocked students.
"Hannah Abbot? And Neville Longbottom!"
Neville grinned as he stood up to meet Hannah and she smiled back, taking his hand as they left the Hall.
"Luna Lovegood? And Theodore Nott!"
Theo shrugged and stood up from the Slytherin table, as Blaise, Draco and Pansy cat-called, happy for him. Anyone was better than Millicent Bulstrode. He gently took Luna's hand and she smiled at him.
"Pansy Parkinson? And Ronald Weasley!"
"Fuck off!" The pair called out simultaneously. Hermione and Harry gave Ron a shove to go to Pansy, whilst Draco and Blaise did the same to her. They both stalked out of the Hall, glaring daggers at the other.
"Well, yes. Millicent Bulstrode? And Terry Boot!"
Terry looked ready to murder.
"Ginny Weasley? And Blaise Zabini!"
Ginny sat in shock and Blaise just looked at her.
"Blaise, go, I'll see you in the dorm," Draco nudged his best friend who got up and went over to Ginny who was being pushed out of her seat by Hermione.
"Hello Red," Blaise grinned cockily and Ginny let out a sigh of relief.
"Hello Blaise," She grinned back, taking his hand.
"Daphne Greengrass? And Harry Potter!"
Wow, that was certainly unexpected. Neither had ever talked before but they got up and Harry offered the blond his hand, to which she accepted it, smiling slightly.
"Hermione Granger? And... Draco Malfoy!"
The whole Hall went silent, students and teachers alike. Had the Ministry really put a Pureblood with a Muggle born. Rufus Scrimgeour looked pleased with himself. What he did not expect was for the pair to shrug and leave the Hall together without murdering anyone.
As soon as they exited the Hall and made their way to their Dorm, Draco spoke first.
"So, uh, fuck, did that really just happen? We have to get married?"
"Um, yeah, it doesn't seem real," Hermione sighed heavily, like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," Draco announced suddenly, catching her off guard.
"Excuse me?" She asked him softly.
"I'm sorry you have to marry me and not someone you'll love. I'm sorry it has to be me, the person you've hated all your life, and you have to marry into a family you've hated all your life. I really am sorry, Hermione, truly," He responded quietly, ashamed of himself and his family.
"I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry at all. I could have got someone a lot worse. I don't hate you anymore and I don't hate your family apart from Bellatrix, especially after you apologise multiple times. I'm sorry you have to marry me. I'm just a Mudblood and you could never love me, so Draco, I'm sorry," She replied honestly, just as quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug outside their portrait. He responded quickly, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and pulling her close.
"You shouldn't call yourself that Hermione, it doesn't matter to me anymore, you're so much more," He whispered gently before releasing her and climbing through the portrait.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Author's Note:- Such a long chapter I know, but it had to be done! As always, I hope you enjoy it and that they don't seem too OOC. I know they will do, but it is fanfiction and for this to work they kinda have to be. I tried to keep certain aspects of their personalities the same. TINY BIT OF SMUT! Sorry it's bad haha. Please keep reviewing and sending me feedback, it really helps!