A/N: Still don't own HP
This chapter is a game, and contains some slightly "citrusy" situations. Just so you know.
Thank you to shealone for her hard work in betaing this chapter. You are the best!
Ch. 7
Room of Requirement
11:00pm
Monday Night
"Great," Draco smirked. "Blaise, pour the drinks." Glasses appeared at a thought. The Room of Requirement was an amazing thing, he thought. "We need some Veritaserum," Draco said aloud, testing a theory, and had it confirmed when small bottles appeared. Draco handed out the potion. "Let's set some ground rules. This potion," he said, holding up the bottles, "is going to force you to answer, so everyone drinks at least every two rounds. Should we have dares after every... four rounds?" He looked around.
"Nah. Let's have dares after every two rounds." Ron chose that moment to chime in.
"And if you refuse the dare, you drink twice, once for the round, once for refusing the dare."
Blaise looked at Ron with new respect. "Nice one, Weasley. I like it. But who decides the dare?"
"We can spin the bottle," Parvati giggled.
Hermione watched the proceedings with a growing sense of trepidation. Why did she get the feeling that she was going to reveal more than she wanted tonight?
"Let's get started. Everyone, drink up." Blaise played ringmaster.
Hermione felt the curious glow that accompanied Veritaserum. Harry reached out to spin the bottle to determine who asked the first question and it landed on Blaise. Draco couldn't have planned it better. He knew Blaise would steer the game in the direction that he would like it to go, and the bonus was that the final question would be Draco's. Perfect.
"Alright, let's get this party started," Blaise said with a grin. "Where was your most daring kiss and who were you with?"
Parvati, from her perch beside Blaise, gave the question some serious thought. "Well, in fifth year during the Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw match, Dean Thomas and I kissed, and a bit more under the stands."
"That's not very adventurous, pet." Blaise leaned over. "We'll have to do better than that."
Hermione thought that was pretty adventurous. But if that was mild from a Slytherin point of view, what was she getting herself in for?
Daphne answered without hesitation when it was her turn, "Flitwick's classroom, back corner. Theo Nott."
"Why exactly is that daring?" Harry didn't understand.
"Class was in session."
"Ahhh. I see." And he did. "That would have been quite the detention." He then cleared his throat nervously before answering, "Cho and I, umm, shared the Prefects bathroom once in fifth year."
Draco found his assessment of Saint Potter rising.
"Honestly, it was when Hermione and I kissed in hall outside here, the Room of Requirement. during the battle last spring," Ron answered.
"Why is that daring?" Blaise asked.
Ron looked at Blaise askance after that question. "Umm, there was a battle going on around us? It was kind of a now or never thing."
Harry laughed. "It really was a pretty good kiss, at least, from where I was standing."
Hermione was torn between crawling under the loveseat to hide, and screaming at Ron and Harry. A strangled moan won the battle.
Harry glanced at her. "Sorry, 'Mione. Didn't mean to embarrass you."
"My kisses have been pretty tame. Nothing in the middle of a Quidditch match, the middle of class, or the middle of a battle. But I did kiss Jean from Beauxbatons during fourth year in the Slytherin common room," Tracey confessed.
Draco felt his eyebrows head north. Bringing an outsider into the Slytherin common room was pretty daring; he hadn't even done that.
"I agree with Ron. That was a pretty daring kiss in the middle of the battle. My other kisses have not been daring, so much," Hermione said.
"You wouldn't say that our kiss in the common room was daring?" Draco could not resist whispering in her ear.
"No, I wouldn't. And shut up." Hermione shot a glance in the direction of Harry and Ron.
"Oh, love, you are going to be much more daring soon." He raised his voice, "They are going to see you kiss me soon enough."
"You are such an arsehole! I do not want to have this discussion right now." Hermione's voice was rising steadily to just under a screech. Draco just laughed. "ARGHH!"
A glance at Ron and Harry showed tightened lips and flat eyes. Really rather threatening, all things considered.
Draco decided to get things back on track. "Well, let me think. My most daring kiss. I'd say it was with one of the Beauxbatons girls. I don't remember her name. I was at the Yule Ball."
"I thought you went with Pansy." Hermione was plainly confused. For such a smart girl, she could be so very naïve.
"I did."
"And she was okay with that?"
"I'd say so. She was there, after all." Draco smirked at Hermione, willing her to read between the lines.
"I don't under—ohhh." Hermione blushed. Again. Merlin, she was tired of blushing.
Blaise laughed. "Well, the Carrow twins and I were enjoyed each other's company after the Welcoming Feast fourth year and we may have begun that enjoyment during the feast itself. During Dumbledore's speech, that is to say."
Parvati had to ask. "How did you pull that off?
"Well Crabbe and Goyle were kind of big guys; they made pretty good barriers." A strangled laugh sounded around the room. "Okay, Parvati, what do you want to know?"
"Alright. How many people have you been with? If you haven't had sex, how many people have you engaged in sexual activities beyond, say a snog?" Parvati's question, thankfully, didn't pose any terrible difficulty for Hermione.
Daphne answered first. "I have had sex with two wizards."
"Two." Harry's tone did not encourage questions.
"One." Ron was equally unforthcoming with details.
"I, umm... I have never actually had sex. But I have had some form of relations with three or four guys." Tracey felt the need to elaborate on her answer.
"No sex either. Just the one for me as well." Hermione was fairly matter of fact.
"I've been with six witches." Draco's answer was higher than she expected, but he clearly was not ashamed of his history.
Blaise laughed. "I'm not sure. More than ten, but less than fifteen. I think."
Hermione's jaw dropped.
Parvati just blinked. Rapidly. "Wow. Okay. Um. Yeah. I've had sex with one guy." She didn't seem to know what to do with Blaise's information.
"Alright. Shots, everyone?" Blaise asked, as he took to playing ringmaster of the game. He spun the empty butterbeer bottle. "Tracey, what is our dare?" He asked when the bottle landed on her.
After some consideration, Tracey said, "I think our dare is to dance with your fiancé. Everybody up."
En masse, the group moved towards an open area behind the couches and paired off. They waited for music. Tracey thought for a moment, and the strains of a Muggle song flowed over. Hermione recognized the sensual sounds of Prince's 'When Doves Cry.' Shite, she thought. That song was sexy. Really sexy.
'Take if you will a picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss'
Draco drew Hermione into his embrace, grasping her left hand in his right, encircling her waist and pulling her close with her right hand resting on his chest. And they began to sway.
This song was... oh Merlin, it was sexy. Draco wasn't doing anything that she could say was inappropriate; they were just dancing, but she could feel every inch of him pressed against her, and it was affecting. Hermione did not even bother to try to control her breathing.
'The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling, can you picture this?'
Next to them, Blaise's hand was drifting lower on Parvati's back. Ron and Tracey were swaying, Tracey's hands clasped around Ron's neck and his around her shoulders. They were speaking, but so softly only they could hear.
Harry leaned down and was whispering in Daphne's ear. Her normally imperturbable expression was softer and almost happy.
'Dream if you can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you'
Draco leaned down and murmured in her ear, "Do you feel the heat, Granger?" She opened her mouth to deny it, but he stopped her. "You do; I know you do." And then he caught her earlobe with his teeth.
Hermione felt pleasure shoot down her neck and spine. "Godric, help me," she moaned.
'This is what sounds like when doves cry'
"Godric won't help you with this, Granger. This... this is between you and me." Draco pulled her even tighter to him so she could not mistake his arousal as the song ended. Slowly, he let her go, and when he looked around the other couples were headed back to the seating area. He decided to play the gentleman and offered her his arm. "Shall we?" He asked, with a sweep of his free hand towards their couch.
Hermione took the few seconds their journey encompassed to try and bring her body under control.
Daphne's question was next. "Who is the best you've been with? The best kisser or the best sex. Your choice to answer."
"Well, Ginny was the best kisser." Harry was clearly going to avoid antagonizing Ron if at all possible because Hermione knew that Ginny and Harry had been very serious about one another for quite a while, until their fairly amicable split the past summer. Smart man, choosing the lesser of the activities.
"Well, since I've only ever had sex with one woman, I'd say that Lavender Brown was the best I've had," Ron answered.
Tracey paused, "I'd have to say that my best was Jean. The things that man could do with his tongue!" She shivered.
Hermione bit the inside of her lip. She really didn't want to answer this question but the Veritaserum didn't offer her an out. "Draco."
"You've kissed the Ferret?" Ron didn't bother to temper his response.
Parvati giggled. "Oh, yes she has. It was a really hot kiss, too!"
Both Harry and Ron's jaws unhinged. "Hermione, what were you thinking?"
"Seriously? It was a game! It's not like it was a big deal! And it's none of your sodding business! Either of you! Neither of you are my boyfriend!" Hermione yelled.
Draco sat in silence and enjoyed the show. He briefly considered throwing another log on the fire, glancing at Blaise to gauge his reaction. Blaise's slight negative headshake convinced him that, in this case, discretion might be the better part of valor. Let Granger handle the dunderheads.
Harry backpedaled fairly quickly. "Of course, you're right, Hermione. We just don't want you to get hurt." Ron nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Really? I can take care of myself, and both of you know it!" She snapped. Neither of them could really dispute her assertion because she had not only taken care of herself, she had largely taken care of them for almost a year.
"But why didn't you tell us?" Ron just did not know when to let it go.
"Why? Because of this! I didn't want to hear it. It was just a kiss. Now let. It. Go."
"Malfoy, if you hurt her, we will kill you."
Draco looked into Ron's blue eyes and saw promise there. When turned his gaze to Potter's green orbs, he saw the same thing. Draco was confident in his ability, but he didn't think he'd be able to take them both at once. Recognizing the importance of her friends to Hermione, he did what his gut was telling him.
"I don't plan to hurt her," he said, keeping his gaze steady. "Now the question. Yes, who was the best shag or the best kisser?" He pretended to consider his answer. "I'll have to agree with Hermione. She's definitely the best kisser."
"You are lying," Hermione gasped.
"Nope. Can't lie, remember, beautiful? So Blaise, what's your answer?"
"Hum. Best sex or best kiss? Best sex would have to be Celesta Abbot. But I imagine that will change, very soon." He turned and winked at Parvati.
"Celesta Abbot, the model? Seriously?" Ron could not believe it. "Where did you meet her?"
"Ministry function," Blaise answered. "Anyway, Parvati, who are you going to answer?"
"Well, since I've only ever had sex with the one person, I'd have to say that he is the best in bed, Dean."
"That will change." Blaise sounded supremely confident.
Parvati rolled her eyes. "We'll see."
Only Daphne was left to answer the question. "The best kisser was definitely Theo. Of course, he had lots of practice!" At that every girl in the room laughed. Theo was well-known for cutting a wide swath through the girls of Hogwarts. "So, what question did you want to ask, Harry?"
Hermione was starting to relax. Harry wouldn't ask anything too uncomfortable for her to answer.
"Sexually, what is your limit? What would you never do?" He blurted out.
Hermione felt her jaw unhinge. She closed it with a snap. Well, that was an unwelcome surprise. She didn't think he would ask a question that was very uncomfortable for her to answer. Sometimes, having boys for best friends was just awful.
Ron stretched his legs out in front of him with his hands clasped behind his neck. "What would I never do? I would never shag another bloke. Definitely no interest in that."
"I would never be involved in something that included blood. I'm not interested in pain." Tracey was fairly straightforward.
Hermione sat and thought about her answer. "I don't know. That's the truth. I don't know. I'd have to be presented with something and then I could say whether or not I would do it."
"Come on, Hermione, you can do better than that," Parvati chided her fellow Gryffindor.
"Fine, then, give me something, and I'll tell you if I would do it or not. I need to do some research on this!" Hermione looked stricken that her education was lacking in any area.
Draco smirked. Merlin's blue balls, he'd be happy to help her. The picture of Hermione in a tight uniform, sitting at a desk, nibbling on her lower lip… Stop! This could get out of hand, he thought to himself.
Parvati offered, "Okay, fine. Would you be willing to be spanked?"
Hermione blushed, "Umm, I don't —" she stopped. The Veritaserum had kicked in. Bugger. "—Yes," she cringed. "As long as it didn't hurt too badly." Her face felt like it was on fire.
Draco smirked. "Closet kinky, are we, Granger?" Hermione shot him a fulminating look. "That's okay. I'm good with spanking you."
Her eyes narrowed, and she ground her back teeth to prevent from making a scathing retort. From their seats, Harry and Ron looked as though they had something they wanted to say, but Hermione stopped them, holding up one finger, "Don't. Just don't."
Harry and Ron exchanged glances and subsided in their seats.
"Very nice, Granger, you have them leashed, after all." Draco just could not resist a jab at Scarboy and the Weasel. His amusement was short lived. Hermione's glare returned to him, and she before she could open her mouth to let loose with a torrent of abuse, Draco decided to answer the question. "Well, something I won't do? I'll do just about anything you ask me. As long as you ask me. But I don't share my things. So, it will have to be just you and me."
"You don't own me, Malfoy."
"Oh, Granger, but I will. Don't you get it? That is what a unitatas sponsus is all about. We will own each other."
Everyone in the room heard that exchange. And not a single one was unaffected.
"I would never accept something that would damage either my partner or myself." Blaise broke the moment.
"I agree with Blaise; I wouldn't ever really hurt someone." Parvarti took her turn.
"I don't understand, why would anyone want to hurt someone else?" After two similar answers in a row, Hermione just had to ask.
"You want to take this one, Drake?" Blaise smirked at Draco.
It looked like he got to be a teacher, sooner rather than later. And it wasn't even going to be a fun lesson. "A certain amount of pain can be good, but that's different than permanent damage. So, that spanking that you want, that can be a little painful, but that's a world of difference that really hurting you. But there are people who really get off on really hurting others. Like, I don't know… Greyback?"
A collective shudder went through the room at the mention of the insane werewolf.
"But I will make you scream in pleasure, Granger, not pain."
Eyes wide, Hermione swallowed and nodded. She studiously avoided looking at anyone else and swore she wouldn't ask another question that night.
From her seat beside Harry, Daphne smirked. "Now, that's a naughty question from you, Mr. Potter. I'm impressed. It goes without saying that I wouldn't want to cause true physical damage, but I'm not into, umm, watersports."
Hermione opened her mouth to ask, but reconsidered after her last experience.
Harry shuddered. "Uh, yeah. No. Me either. Maybe I should have asked a more specific question. I guess I have more limits than I thought."
Blaise reached forward and spun the bottle. Hermione watched with reluctant fascination as it slowed down, passing her, Draco, Blaise, Parvati, and stopped, pointing right at Daphne. She wasn't sure if she was going to be sorry for this or not. Daphne smiled as Blaise handed around each person's Firewhisky.
"I dare everyone to kiss their fiancé. And I mean, kiss them like you mean it." She toasted her glass to the room and tipped her shot back. Hermione found herself following suit.
Ron and Tracey were up first. Ron looked at Tracey, really looked at her. He gazed into her eyes and tried to read what he saw there. He threaded his hands through her dark blonde hair and leaned in to ask quietly, "Are you okay with this? Because I will take the drink if you aren't."
"It's fine, Ron. We can kiss." That was all the permission he needed, and he swooped forward and caught her lips in his. They met, clung together, separated, and then came back together again. It was a chaste kiss, really, but it was lovely and sincere.
Hermione watched and felt her heart melt a little. They seemed so... sweet together. Maybe the Sorting Hat got it right for Ron.
Draco drew her attention, pulling her out of her reverie. "Are you going to kiss me like you mean it, or do you want to take the penalty?"
Hermione had just enough to drink to throw caution to the wind. To hell with it. She grabbed the front of Draco's grey silk shirt and pulled him down to her lips. After a beat of surprise, Draco pulled her close and deepened the kiss. She was vaguely aware of his hand tangled in her hair at the back of her head, but she was completely in tune to the magical feelings his tongue was invoking as he kissed her.
Draco started to pull back slowly, still aware of their surroundings. Hermione came back to reality as he began separating them and the clearing of a throat sounded in her ears. He placed on last kiss on the side of her lips and gently set her back. She opened her eyes and met his. Godric, this man could kiss.
Hermione glanced around the room, noting the wide eyes of Harry and Ron, the smirks on Parvati and Daphne's faces, and the complete lack of expression from Tracey. And Blaise... Blaise just quirked his eyebrow up as if to inquire, 'Are you done yet?'
Whatever answer he derived him from her expression, he turned to Parvati and pulled her into his lap. She let out a squeal of surprise. Where the kiss that Draco and Hermione shared was passionate, Blaise and Parvati broke the tension in the air with their fun-loving, blatantly non-serious kiss. But anyone could tell they meant it.
Harry and Daphne were the big surprise. When Daphne leaned over to kiss Harry, it was like a battle for dominance. Harry had always struck Hermione as a go with the flow kind of guy, but it seemed that Daphne brought out the lion in him. Hermione couldn't help but smile at the bad House comparison. After that kiss ended with both Daphne and Harry a bit flushed, Tracey broke the silence that followed.
"I need to use the loo. Anyone else?" In the tradition of girls everywhere, the entire group made their way to the restroom which magically appeared at the back of the room.
Draco, Blaise, Ron, and Harry took the opportunity to size one another up. Harry spoke first. "You know, Malfoy, she deserves better than you."
"For what it's worth, Scarhead, I agree with you. But she's mine now. I suggest neither of you two try to get in the way."
"She won't give us up, Ferret. You should accept that. We've been through too much for her to ever let us go, and, I swear on my powers as a wizard, if you hurt her, I will make you suffer. I will make you suffer, and I will kill you."
If Draco had ever before doubted that Ron loved Hermione, he didn't now.
"I don't get it. Both of you are so protective of her, but she can clearly take care of herself. And you both admit that all you two," he said while pointing at Ron, "ever did was kiss. If you love her so much, why aren't one of you dating her? Why didn't one of you marry her as soon as you heard about this?"
Ron began, "You really don't get it, do you? We had to listen to her scream while your fucking insane—"
"Evil..."
"Bitch..."
"—Aunt was torturing her. We were there when she recovered from that. Do you know what we have been through together? Nothing will tear us apart. And if we had thought for just one second that she was going to be paired with you, I can promise you that one of us would have married her," Harry finished the tirade.
Keeping an eye on the restroom door, Draco gritted his teeth, "Potter, what would you have had me do? I didn't identify either of you, and I practically gave you my wand when —" He broke off when he saw that the ladies were headed back.
Prior to their return, in the restroom, Daphne looked at Hermione while they were washing their hands. "I'm not one to interfere in other people's lives, but you need to know that Drake is not a bad guy. He's really practical, but he's not a bad guy. If you let him, he'll be good to you."
"Too bad he didn't show that good guy side to me when Bellatrix was torturing me on the floor of his drawing room," Hermione shot back and flounced out the door.
Daphne watched the dramatic exit and shook her head. Draco had his work cut out for him with this one. But at least they had passion. If she had been a betting woman, she would put the Galleons on Draco.
Ron's question was next as the group re-gathered. "Well, I was wondering. What is your favorite thing to do, sexually, I mean?" The tips of his ears were just a bit red as he spoke.
"I love to have my breasts stimulated. It is just…" Tracey shuddered as if remembering the sensation, "lovely."
"I love to kiss." Hermione sighed. "All kinds of kissing. I love it all."
"Sex. That feeling of sinking into a woman, especially that first thrust when she's all tight and wet. That's definitely my favorite part of sex." Draco had no intentions of pulling any punches.
"Oral sex is my favorite," Blaise said.
"Giving or receiving?" Parvati questioned.
Looking like the cat who ate the canary, Blaise grinned wickedly at Parvati. "Both."
"Oh, Godric, I wish I didn't have to answer this question. My favorite position is doggie style." The normally confident Parvati appeared embarrassed at her answer.
"Mine is cowgirl." Daphne was not embarrassed in the slightest.
Harry appeared to be considering his answer. "Sex, in any form, is my favorite. Position does absolutely does not matter."
Ron laughed. "Me too, Harry. Me too."
Tracey considered her question. "Oh, I have one. Would you rather have sex in front of another couple or watch another couple have sex?"
Hermione had a hard time with this question. She didn't want to do either! But the Veritaserum kicked in. "I'd rather watch."
"Not an exhibitionist, Granger?" Draco teased. "Me either. I'd rather watch too."
"I honestly don't care either way. Both can be a turn on." Blaise, as usual, was the most sexually open of the group.
"Watch," Parvati replied.
"Watch," Daphne said, after some consideration.
Harry agreed. As did Ron and Tracey.
Blaise reached forward and spun the bottle. It began slowing down at Ron, past Tracey and Hermione and landed firmly pointed to Draco. Draco considered his options while Blaise poured out the Firewhisky.
"You can go ahead and pour Granger another serving, Blaise. She's going to be too chicken to complete this dare."
"I beg your pardon?" Hermione sounded mortally offended. "I'll have you know, I am not too chicken to complete any dare you throw out."
Bingo. Worked every time.
"Really, Granger? I think I could come up with something you wouldn't do. But I trust you will do this since you aren't, you know, too chicken." Draco challenged her. "I dare the you to perform strip tease for your fiancé for two songs. Let's go with," he paused and thought for a minute, "'Pour Some Sugar On Me' and 'Let's Get It On'."
Hermione immediately regretted her outburst. She should have left her options open. She didn't know how the hell to do a strip tease! And to have to figure it out with Draco? Merlin's y-fronts, how the hell was she going to pull this one off?
"Drake, I think some guidelines. How far down are we stripping, here? Public or private dances?" Daphne asked for clarification.
"Let's go for private dances." Draco obviously was in a wicked mood. "And we can strip to our knickers. Is anyone out? Want to take the shots? Hermione is obviously in."
"I'm not comfortable doing this right now, so I will take an extra drink," that from Tracey.
"I'll sit this one out too," Ron concurred, accepting their extra drinks for them.
"Alright, the music will start in three minutes so you can decide how best you both are going to perform your dare." Draco outlined the expectations.
The room provided walls around each couch and added space, similar to individual
rooms. Undetectable expanding charms and the Room of Requirement were truly amazing things.
Hermione closed her eyes and fought embarrassment. "Malfoy, I don't know how to do this."
Draco looked at her and recognized the utter truth of her statement. "You know what, princess, let's make a deal." Finally, a fun lesson! "We can do this together."
Hermione, summoning her Gryffindor courage, muttered, "Okay."
"On one condition." Shite. Hermione waited to hear it. He leaned forward again, and before she could steel herself for contact, nipped at her ear, and said, "You have to call me Draco." She froze, trying to control the chills racing down her spine. It didn't work. "Do we have a deal?" He placed simple sweet kisses down her jaw to her mouth.
Hermione moaned.
"Do we have a deal, Hermione?" He brushed a soft kiss on her lips.
Hermione wrestled control of her traitorous body and pulled away. "Yes, we have a deal."
Draco looked her up and down, determining the best way to go about this. The double breasted short jacket that Hermione wore with a navy and red plaid knee-length pencil skirt would be perfect the place to start. But first…
"Hermione, why don't we kick off the shoes? They'll just get in the way." They both toed off their shoes, sending them beneath their two-seater.
Right then, the strains of the first song began. It was a Muggle song from about ten years previous, but it had been really popular at Hogwarts for some reason.
'Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, Hey, hey!'
Draco glided behind her, wrapped his arms around her, took her hands and guided them to her jacket, popping loose each button, exposing her navy blue camisole. He helped pull her jacket off, abandoning it on the couch. Pulling her around, they began to unbutton his charcoal gray shirt together, the color of which reflected his desired-darkened eyes.
'Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love'
Once his shirt was hanging down, framing his bare toned torso, he drew her close, and they swayed to the music. "Take your shirt off," he whispered.
Hermione swept it over her head, exposing her strapless bra. Draco responded by pulling his own shirt completely off and throwing it over his shoulder.
'I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah'
Draco's mouth went dry. She was perfect. He didn't even try to stop himself from catching her mouth in his. He crushed her to his chest and backed her toward the two-seater. He sat down and urged her to straddle him. The kiss that followed made him forget everything that had ever stood between them.
Hermione sank down, feeling the undeniable proof his desire for her between his legs. Godric help her, she did not want to stop this. He pulled his mouth from hers, guiding her hands to her back, tugging at the zipper of her skirt. He put his hands on her hips and pushed her back to stand.
'You got the peaches, I got the cream,
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'cause I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet.'
"Push the skirt down. Kick it away."
Hermione obeyed his whispered instruction.
"Dance for me."
She closed her eyes and began to move to the music, so lost in the pleasure of the moment she forgot to be embarrassed that she was dancing, almost naked, for Draco Malfoy.
'Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me'
As the song ended, Draco surged up, grabbed Hermione and kissed her. His hands ran all over her body, cupping her breasts and moving down and around to grip her ass. He guided her over to the couch as the next song began and pushed her into her seat. His gaze never leaving her as he began to unbuckle his belt.
'I've been really tryin, baby
Tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Come on, oh come on,
Let's get it on'
Pulling his belt from the belt loops and dropping it on the floor beside her skirt, Draco unbutton his trousers and slowly drew the zipper down. He wondered if she knew just how true the first verse of this song was for him. Well, the whole song really.
'We're all sensitive people
With so much love to give, understand me sugar
Since we got to be
Let's say, I love you'
He dropped his pants to the floor and moved with the music. Hermione sat transfixed. She didn't know how perfect his body was until just that moment.
'There's nothing wrong with me
Lovin' you
And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true'
He sang those words to her.
Merlin, this man was sexy. Hermione crooked her finger at him; it was all the invitation he needed to sway towards her. She reached up and pulled his mouth down for an open-mouthed kiss. This time, he straddled her lap, bracing himself with his hands on the back of the coach.
'Let's get it on
Let's get it on'
As the song died, Hermione came back to earth, and in her peripheral vision, she saw the slightly faded Dark Mark. Steeling herself, she kept herself together by sheer force of will and called him back.
"Draco." He sat there for a moment more. "We have to get dressed."
He shook his head quickly as if to shake off a daze. "Yeah, yeah. You're right." But before he could move back, Hermione grabbed his left arm and pointed to the tattoo.
"We have to deal with this."
Draco's jaw tightened. "Not tonight. We've had too much to drink. But we will."
After they finished dressing, the walls receded. The only couple yet to emerge from their makeshift room was Harry and Daphne. Ron's eyebrows headed north when he saw the disheveled state of Hermione and Draco. Neither had on shoes, Draco's belt was missing, and Hermione's jacket was only buttoned haphazardly. But their appearance was positively polished compared to Harry and Daphne when they finally emerged. His shirt was missing the top three buttons, Daphne's perfect up-do was completely down around her shoulders, and both their lips looked bee-stung. Like Draco and Hermione, they were barefoot.
Ron glanced at Tracey, "Maybe we should have done the dare."
She laughed and shook her head, "No, I like what we did just fine," she said with a secret smile.
"I did too," he winked. Since no one else seemed willing, Ron reminded Hermione, "Ah, 'Mione, you are up."
"Oh, right! Ummm. Let me think. Okay, I've got one." Hermione sounded rather proud of herself. "If you had to lick one food off your partner, which would choose?"
Draco smirked, and leaned back. "Does it have to be food or can it be a drink?"
"Uh, I guess it could be a drink."
"In that case, I'd take a bottle of champagne, and pour it over your beautiful breasts, down your stomach, all the way down, and then I'd lick up every. Single. Drop."
Hermione felt her face flare again.
"Firewhisky." Blaise apparently didn't feel the need to elaborate.
"Whipped cream, definitely." Parvati didn't even have to pause to think about it.
"Melted dark chocolate." Daphne's answer had Harry's eyebrows arching in interest.
"Vanilla ice cream." His grin was wicked. "We could be a sundae."
"I'd spread a treacle tart all over you and eat it up." Ron's answer was almost as informative as Draco's.
Godric's sword, what happened while everyone was secreted away?
Tracey blushed at Ron's comment but answered quickly, "Chocolate sauce."
Hermione looked over at Draco and whispered, "Strawberries with a glaze."
After a considering look, Draco turned to the room, "So, tell us. What is your fondest fantasy?"
"I want to go to my family's beach villa in Italy with the love of my life and make love to her under the light of a full moon with the waves crashing around us. I mean, I've had plenty of sex, but I really want to make love." Blaise actually looked embarrassed by his answer.
Parvati stared at her intended for a full minute, her eyes soft. Everyone looked at her as if prompting her to answer. When she realized that time had stretched, she shook herself. "Umm, I have always wanted to go to India, you know my family is originally from there, and make love in the Taj Mahal. It was built as a monument to love, you know? I don't know. It's just something I've always wanted to do."
"I've always been the one 'in charge'," Daphne air quoted, "I'd like to have those decisions taken from me. I'd like to try it the other way." She shrugged. "At least once."
"That's good. Because my fantasy is to be the dominate."
Hermione's jaw dropped. Her sweet, nice friend, Harry Potter, wanted to be a Master or something? Had the world gone pear-shaped? She glanced at Draco to see if he was giving his thoughts away. Of course not. Dammit. Then Draco's eyes met hers and he grinned and shrugged as if to say, 'Who knew? Go figure.'
Ron was next. "It may sound kind of chauvinistic, but I have always wanted to be with a virgin."
Tracey's normally impervious expression cracked as she blushed. A moment later, she said, "I've always wanted to use food, you know, like the chocolate sauce."
Oh, how Hermione wished Draco hadn't asked this question. "I want to do role-play. Umm, oh Godric. I hate this. Like, umm, you know, ahh, a teacher-student role-play."
"Granger," Draco grinned. "I have to know. Are you the student or the teacher?"
"Mstmumph."
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that, Granger."
"The student! Dammit. Are you happy now?"
"Absolutely, Granger. Because my fondest fantasy of you involves you in your uniform from, say, fourth year, me, and an empty classroom. And you've been a very naughty student."
The drink of Firewhisky could not come soon enough for Hermione. Blaise reached over and spun the bottle, and it stopped, pointing directly at him.
"Now that is what I'm talking about. I get to pick a dare. I've been thinking about this one since the last dare. I liked that one, by the way, Drake. Total stroke of genius."
Draco nodded, they clinked their butterbeer bottles. "Glad I could help." Draco's grin was positively wicked.
"I think I will dare everyone to submit to a snog session with your intended."
"How long? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Public? Private?" Ron needed know.
"Let's go with our songs. We can play them right after each other. When the last song is over, we are done. And since almost everyone would prefer to watch rather than be watched, we can go with private." Blaise outlined the parameters of the dare.
A few moments later, the walls came up again, but much closer to the two-seaters; the Room of Requirement seemed to know that a snogging session didn't need much floor space.
Hermione turned to face Draco and just paused to look at him. "I don't understand this," her hand waved between the two of them. "I'm everything you hate, and I don't like you very much, Malfoy."
"I told you to call me Draco, Hermione," Draco emphasized her first name. "And you think too much. We will work this out, but right now, enjoy the glow from the alcohol, and just feel." He reached out and unbuttoned the few buttons that Hermione had managed to fasten after their last dare. Right then, the sensual strains of Prince's 'When Doves Cry' began to echo throughout the chamber again.
'Dig if you will a picture
of you and I engaged in a kiss.'
Hands planted by her hips on the couch, Draco bent his head to hers, his lips tickling her sensitive skin behind her ear. He placed sweet, short kisses down her neck, across the tops of her breasts, exposed by the open jacket, and back up the other side her neck. When he reached her hair, he licked the hollow right behind her ear and gently nipped the lobe. Then, continued his kisses to her mouth and kissed her lips.
Hermione started to draw back, and just as quickly, Draco's hands shot up and tangled in her hair, holding her in place. "Uh uh, you agreed to this, love. You aren't going anywhere."
'When doves cry….'
His tongue slipped past her lips, an invitation to play. Hermione gave up on containing her reactions and fell into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, struggling to get closer to him. Surprising her with a show of strength, Draco lifted Hermione so that she was straddling him once again, never breaking the kiss. Vaguely, Hermione was aware of a change of tune.
'Pour some sugar on me…'
Draco groaned deep in his throat and shifted, putting Hermione on her back on the small couch. He came down on top of her, pulled back to look at her face, and braced his weight on his elbows beside her, leaving their hips pressed tightly to one another.
"You're so damn beautiful. I don't know how I got lucky enough to get you, but I'm not going to let you go." Draco kissed her again. "Ever."
'There's nothing wrong with me loving you…'
The next kiss was harder, more territorial. Draco moved his hand up to cup her breast, squeezing through her shirt and bra. He thrust his hips against her core; he could feel the heat of her through her knickers and his pants. Merlin, he could not wait to do this again.
'Let's get it on…'
The ending of the song penetrated his arousal. Shite. He started to slowly pull back, but Hermione clung to him. "Love, we need to stop," he told her.
"Mmph, no, just one more."
He kissed her again, but refused to deepen the kiss. "Shhhh, beautiful, shhh. We have to stop."Draco sat back on his knees, and helped her sit up. "Merlin, you are so beautiful," he whispered as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
They arranged themselves and the walls went down. Hermione glanced around. Harry and Daphne looked disheveled, but mostly presentable. Blaise, Parvati, Ron, and Tracey had not yet made their appearance. As they waited, and other song rang out. When Hermione caught it, she laughed out loud.
"You can't always get what you want,
but if you try sometimes, you get what you need."
"Harry do you know this song?"
Harry grinned. "Yeah."
Hermione looked at Draco, "It's an old tune by the Muggle band, the Rolling Stones. I guess the room has a sense of humor." Or maybe someone requested it. Just then, both couples appeared to view, Parvati still buttoning her shirt. Hermione did a double take. Was Tracey's shirt on inside out? Tracey caught Hermione's second glance and clearly decided to brazen it out, lifting her nose, daring anyone to say anything to her.
"Do we keep going or are we done?" Blaise quirked his eyebrow, glancing around the room.
"I think I'm done. We have to go shopping tomorrow, remember? And unless Drake has some hangover potion in his room, we are going to have to struggle to get to breakfast in the morning." Daphne was the voice of reason.
"Of course I have hangover potion. Meet me in the 8th year common room in the morning, and I'll get everyone sorted," he said.
"Where do you plan on sleeping?" Hermione addressed the four visitors. Without waiting for a reply, the room provided four beds at the back of the room.
"I guess right here," Harry laughed.
"Right then, we will meet you all in the morning in the 8th common room. Say half seven? That gives us time for breakfast and planning the day." There were nods all around. With that, the four eighth years made their way back to their hall.
Hermione and Draco stopped dead when they went in their rooms. It seemed a connecting door had appeared that evening in their absence.
The songs mentioned in this chapter:
"When Doves Cry," Prince, 1984
"Pour Some Sugar on Me," Def Leppard, 1987
"Let's Get It On," Marvin Gaye, 1973
"You Can't Always Get What You Want" The Rolling Stones, 1969 (Truly a great tune, in my humble opinion.)
Final A/N: I was recently dinged by a reviewer for Hermione being out of character. I fear that this may be the case with Hermione's actions in this chapter as well. But, she is still young, only 19, she is drinking (which is legal for her), and she is "cutting loose," so to speak, before she has to do some very adult things, very soon. So, please forgive the characterization if you feel it strays too far from her canon character.