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Chapter 20 (I'm doing it again...)
Hermione felt herself being slightly shaken, tearing her away from her erotic dream which consisted of herself being forcefully taken in a classroom by Draco and Blaise.
"Hermione? It's nearly ten." A voice penetrated the hazy fog that separated her dream from reality.
Hermione's conscious recognized the voice, but her brain remained sluggish as she tried to delve back into her pleasant dream. Another shake. Hermione pressed her face deeper into an unyielding pillow. She breathed in, smelling the distinct fragrance of peppermint, aftershave, and expensive cologne. Hermione's brain began to come around as she registered the scent. Her hands reached up to her pillow, feeling naked skin and strong muscles. She sat up suddenly, rolling off the bed in the momentum, and landed on the floor with a loud 'thump'. She scrambled up, peering over the side of the bed to see a nude Draco fully stretched out. He had an amused frown on, both eyebrows lifted in an unasked question. Hermione blushed, standing up.
"I guess I didn't remember that we... um... fell asleep… in my bed…together." Hermione stammered, embarrassed.
Draco continued to stare at her, "We did more than sleep."
Hermione's blush darkened. "I know."
"And you were the only one sleeping." Draco added.
Hermione lay back down on the bed next to Draco. Her face rested against the top of her hands. She faced Draco.
"Why didn't you sleep?" She asked.
Crap. Draco thought, and then shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "I wasn't tired."
"Liar." Hermione frowned.
Draco barked out a laugh, "Oh?"
Hermione nodded, rolling over onto Draco. She sat on his lap, feeling a part of his anatomy coming awake as her curls nestled close to it.
"I can tell when you're lying about some things." Hermione told him, eyes searching his.
Draco shook his head, "I wasn't tired. End of story."
Hermione smacked his chest with both hands. "Don't lie to me, Draco Malfoy."
Draco sighed, resting his head against the bed's headboard. "I get nightmares, sometimes."
Hermione frowned, "Nightmares? About what?"
Draco closed his eyes. "I would rather not talk about it."
Hermione's thirst for knowledge didn't fail her, "It helps if you do."
"Hermione, I said no." Draco nearly growled.
"No, you didn't. You said you would rather not talk about it." Hermione pointed out.
Draco's steel eyes met her stubborn brown ones. "Okay. How about this? Hermione, under no circumstances am I going to talk about it with you-or anyone."
Hermione sighed in defeat. "Fine. But if you ever change your mind, I'm here to listen."
Draco leaned forward, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Thank you." He whispered.
Hermione's heart fluttered as fast as a hummingbird's wings. "You're welcome." She whispered back.
The two were very close, noses touching. Hermione stared into Draco's eyes, getting lost in their depth. Draco felt a tightening in his chest as she stared into his eyes with an expression he couldn't name-but his instincts reacted to by screaming at him to leave her right now. Draco followed that instinct, and gently patted her bottom for her to get off him. Hermione felt slightly hurt as he quickly strode out of her room once she rolled off him.
"Get ready for the party." Draco ordered as he closed her door.
Hermione threw a pillow at her door, anger flowing through her. He was the one who had gotten sentimental and sweet to her, and yet he ran away like she was the one who had done it.
"Men!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up.
Hermione opened her door, striding towards the bathroom. She banged against the door loudly, hearing the water running inside.
"I'm coming in!" Hermione yelled as she opened the door.
The bathroom was filled with steam, fogging up all the mirrors. Hermione frowned. "You better leave me some hot water."
She heard Draco chuckle as he turned off the water a few minutes later. He emerged from the shower, grabbing his green towel from the nearby rack and tied it around his waist. Slicking his hair back, he stepped up to the sink to brush his teeth. Noticing the fogged up mirror, he quickly wiped at it with a hand towel. Hermione pushed past him, and stepped into the shower. Once she had finished, she stepped out and mimicked Draco's actions. Walking back to her room, she began to think of what she could possibly wear. She hardly had any sexy lingerie in her wardrobe.
She opened her closet, staring into its contents. "Useless." She muttered as she yanked on the hangers, throwing the clothes behind her as each one proved itself too appropriate for the occasion. "Figures. The one time I need something inappropriate, all I have is appropriate." Hermione turned away from her closet as it grew empty. Her other clothes lay in random piles on her floor. She tightened her towel's knot, and walked to her dresser. Theodore had already seen her in the few thongs she owned, so those were also out of the question. Cute, little generic cotton panties were left. Hermione tossed those on the floor also. She came to the bottom of the drawer, nothing.
"I'm going to have to cancel on Theo." Hermione wailed, falling to her knees.
She sniffled as she looked at the havoc she had reined in her room. Bras hung from her bedposts, lamps…Clothes in colorful, messy piles hiding her flooring. Hermione's gaze went to a couple cheetah print pillows that Ginny had once bought her while they shopped with Mr. Weasley in a Muggle shop. Hermione had only accepted the gift because it obviously wasn't real fur, and therefore it promoted artificial fabrics to attain the beautiful animal print. A slow smile spread over Hermione's face as brilliance illuminated her mind.
A few minutes later with the help of magic, and a few flicks of her wand, Hermione had a sexy cheetah print lingerie set. "I love magic." Hermione sighed happily once she finished.
Hermione slipped on the thong first, but noticed that her soft curls seemed to peek out of the small triangle of fabric's side and top since it rode low on her hips. She removed the thong, and wrapped her towel around herself as she went to the bathroom taking her shaving cream and razor. A few minutes later of careful trimming, she returned to her bedroom.
After pulling the thong on once more, she was content with the way it looked. The triangle covering her mound was the cheetah print from the pillow, and Hermione had used some black elastic straps from one of her black dresses to connect the triangle with the band that ran up between her bum cheeks.
Hermione turned to each side to examine herself in the mirror. She blushed at the sight and turned away to put on the bra. She had made it a pushup bra by stuffing it with some of the fluff in her pillow. It added an extra 'oomph' to her perky breasts, pushing them out and together in a very seductive way. Hermione giggled and jumped around the room happily.
"I look good, yes I do. I look good, so-o-o-o good." Hermione sang to herself. "I'm wearing something sexy, sexxxxayyy." Hermione swung her hips around, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
She laughed as she ran to her mirror, picking up her makeup bag on her way. She applied a slight layer of foundation powder, adding a bit of concealer under her eyes. Some smoky brown and gold eye shadow, black eyeliner framing her eyes. Hermione bit her lips looking into the mirror, "Ohhh. It's a special occasion-some more won't hurt." She told herself as she added some thickening black mascara. She reached for some neutral colored lip plumper, applying a light layer.
Hermione dashed to her hair products, grabbing some volume radiance mousse and hairspray and a blow-dryer. She flipped her head down, and scrunched a handful of mousse into her wavy locks. She added a second handful after, making sure to reach all of her wild hair. She then began to blow dry it, flipping her head back up when done. Her hair was crazy, and wild. A little bit of hairspray, and Hermione was done.
Hermione grabbed a black, silk robe and slung it on. She left it hanging open, giving a clear view to her cheetah set. She grabbed some black stilettos and slipped them on her dainty feet, wobbling slightly once she stood up. A bit of lotion to her legs, then Hermione heard a knock on her door, and she called out, "Come in." She set the lotion down, and turned towards the door.
Draco opened her door, "Hermione-Theodore is waiting for you in our common-"
Draco's words faltered as he took in the sight of Hermione from head to toe. He had never seen the Gryffindor Princess like this, and he suddenly felt the possessive urge that he didn't want anyone else to see her like this either.
"Merlin, Hermione…When'd you get that outfit?" Draco croaked.
Hermione's blush returned to her cheeks, "I used the fabric from my pillow… and some dress straps. Little bit of magic did the rest."
Draco gulped. "It's quite good."
Hermione smiled, "You think?"
Draco nodded, "It's bloody sexy."
Draco watched Hermione's tongue sweep over her plump bottom lip, and wanted to follow it with his own. Hermione waved her hand in front of his face, drawing Draco away from his sinful thoughts.
"Earth to Draco." Hermione smirked.
"What'd you say?" Draco asked.
Hermione sighed, "Do you think Theo will enjoy it?"
Draco's temper flared, but he managed to coolly state, "Most likely."
Hermione beamed at him, "Great, well, I'll just go to him now."
Draco grabbed Hermione's arm as she walked past him, pulling her back to him. Hermione looked at him, confused. "Draco?" She murmured as she saw him staring at her lips.
"Don't go with him." Draco said the words before he could stop them from coming out.
"What?" Hermione exclaimed.
Draco sighed, pulling Hermione against him. "Don't go to the party with Theodore."
Hermione's eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. "I said I would. He asked me."
"Go in there and tell him you're going with me instead." Draco suggested, hating the pleading in his tone.
"You're going with Tracey Davis." Hermione bit out.
Draco rolled his eyes, "She'll find someone else, I'm sure."
Hermione shook her head, pulling out of his grasp. "No. I told Theo I would go with him, and I'm going with him. I'm not a puppy you can call and dismiss whenever it suits you." Her voice trembled.
She fixed him with one more hard look, and then began to walk away. Draco pulled her back, and stopped her protests by kissing her softly, a kiss meant to coax and persuade. Hermione kissed him back, for a moment, before pulling away roughly. She teetered on her heels as she pushed herself out of his arms. She didn't say anything, just went through the door to meet with Theo. Draco breathed a ragged sigh, and smacked his head against the wall before walking out after her.
Hermione reached Theo, who whistled at the sight of her. "Wow." Was all he said.
Hermione forced a smile on her lips as he walked up to him. She appraised him, noticing the black leather briefs and a cotton, leopard print robe tied at his waist.
"We almost match." Hermione noticed.
Theodore chuckled, "That we do. I tried to think of what you would wear, and thought you fit with something wild and feline."
Hermione arched an eyebrow, "Wild?"
Theodore reached for her, drawing her against him. "Very."
Hermione raised her lips, accepting his passionate kisses. She kissed him back fully, arching into him. Theodore pulled away first, and pushed a velvet box between them.
"For the lovely lady." He smirked.
Hermione stepped back and took the box, opening it. Inside laid a black collar, studded with gold vines and flowers. It was thick, and made of black steel. Hermione stared at it, tempted to just go alone in order to avoid wearing it. She looked back at Theodore.
"Do I really have to?" She muttered.
Theodore took the collar from the case, and walked behind her. "Yes."
Hermione sighed, lifting her hair to allow him access. "Fine."
Hermione's eyes saw Draco leaning against a wall, arms folded in front of him. She turned her head slightly to look at him while Theodore clasped the collar around her neck. Draco's gaze was cold, but Hermione could have sworn she saw a flash of pain and anger in them just a moment before. Draco wore red leather briefs, tight against his pale skin. His robe was black, with red trimming and it wasn't tied closed. Over the left side of his chest lay a mangled, bleeding heart with the letter 'D' in cursive on the heart. Hermione noticed the art, and frowned. She heard the collar's clasp 'click' as it locked, and noticed Draco's disapproving grimace. Hermione let her hair fall back around her neck and shoulders as Theodore walked back to her front.
"Let's go?" He asked her.
Hermione nodded, and accepted his arm. "Malfoy? Are you coming?" She asked him.
Draco shook his head, "I'll be along soon."
Theodore nodded at him, and he lead Hermione into a secret passageway that existed behind one of the portraits. There were many secret halls such as these, linking the dormitories. Very few had found them, and the few who did rarely shared its location. Most of those who had discovered them were in fact, Slytherins. Hermione looked around the tunnel as she and Theodore walked.
"I didn't know something like this existed. I mean, some books I've read have hinted at it-but I never thought, I mean, I never dreamed these tunnels existed." Hermione gaped at the dark walls.
Theodore's soft laughter echoed off the walls. "Glad to show you something you didn't already know about."
Hermione slightly bristled at that, "I don't know everything, you know. I just retain knowledge quite well, and I love to read. If more people read then perhaps they would know as much as I seem to."
Theodore pulled Hermione to a stop, "Hey, I didn't mean to insult you." He ducked down to peer into her eyes.
Hermione shrugged, "Ok." She turned her head away to look down the tunnel.
Theodore took hold of her chin, and gently turned her head to kiss her. Hermione felt his slightly chapped lips against her soft ones before she deepened their kiss. Her tongue snuck into his mouth, tasting and probing. Hermione pulled back, and offered a shy smile. Theodore took hold of her hand, and they continued walking to the Slytherin common rooms. Eventually the tunnel took on a downward slope as they got closer to their destination. They reached what appeared to be a dead end, but Theodore reached out and touched the wall. He knocked loudly several times, and the portrait inside swung open to reveal a grinning Destiny.
"Glad you could make it." She smirked as they stepped inside.
Hermione felt vibrations and a slight shock go through her as she stepped inside the room. Instantly she heard loud music, the occasional screaming and some chanting going on in one of the far corners. What seemed like hundreds of people pressed up against each other filled the room, popping up out of nowhere.
"I had to put a silencing curse on the edges of the room so that the professors and other students can't hear the party. And my sister did this cool spell that makes everyone in the room invisible from outside the borders, hides us from prying eyes." Destiny waggled her eyebrows. "Oh and the shock you felt? It removes any magical disguises and such just in case someone had drunk some polyjuice potion to look like someone who was actually invited." Destiny explained smugly.
"Efficient." Hermione nodded, completely surprised by all the 'security' measures they had thought of.
Destiny pulled Hermione to her side, leaving Theodore to trail behind them as they went through the throngs of people.
"Although I am a bit upset that you came with a date." Destiny frowned at Hermione, looking pointedly at the collar. "I was going to introduce you to some of the Quidditch Slytherin team hotties."
Hermione smiled bashfully, "Well Theodore asked…so…"
Destiny turned sharply onto Theodore. "You sneaky little prat!" She pouted. "I told you to make sure she came dateless."
Theodore chuckled, "I'm sorry, sis."
Destiny grinned as she hooked arms with Hermione, "No matter. There will be more parties. Beautiful collar, by the way."
Hermione fingered the collar nervously, "Thanks, I guess."
The trio had finally reached the outskirts of the dancing bodies. They stood next to the makeshift bar, and Theodore went to make some 'special' drinks for the girls. Hermione was chatting with Destiny when a voice rang out to them.
"Could this possibly be Hermione Granger?" Astraeia exclaimed as she approached her sister and Hermione.
Hermione blushed and nodded. Astraeia chuckled, "Well, you look utterly divine!"
Hermione looked at Astraeia's outfit and lifted her eyebrows, impressed. Astraeia noticed her looking, and stroke a pose. Astraeia wore a deep red, lace, strapless pushup bra; which connected to her red, lace panties by a long, thin strap of cloth. Her long auburn hair flowed down her back in straight cascade of silk. She also wore a collar, a thick gold band with a black inscription. Hermione tried to read it, but couldn't make it out.
Before Hermione could return the compliment, a Slytherin boy wrapped his arms around Astraeia from behind and pressed a kiss to her temple. Astraeia leaned back into his embrace, smiling brightly at him. She turned her head and leaned it back slightly in order to offer her lips for one of his sinful kisses. He was only too happy to oblige, and their kiss grew longer as their tongues began to duel freely.
Hermione could see glimpses of their tongues connected as they kept kissing, and looked away after a few moments shyly. Destiny laughed, smacking Astraeia's arm.
"Hello!" Destiny called out.
Astraeia pulled away from the boy's lips reluctantly and looked at Hermione with an apologetic smile. The boy growled slightly as Astraeia pulled away, and leaned forward to kiss her neck.
"This is my boyfriend." Astraeia explained. "Terence Higgs."
Hermione smiled at him, "I remember you. You were Seeker, before Draco."
Terence nodded, frowning slightly. "Yeah. I was replaced cause that punk's father practically bought the team."
Hermione's smile faltered. Terence shook his head, "It's whatever."
Astraeia's hand reached back to run her fingers through the hair at his neck soothingly.
Theodore joined them, handing Hermione and his sisters each a drink. Hermione looked into the cup, the liquid swirled and fizzled and changed colors every few seconds. It looked really pretty, Hermione thought. Destiny took a huge swig out of her cup, and hiccupped slightly.
Adrian Pucey appeared then, wearing nearly the same as Terence. Green, tight briefs with a black, cotton robe. However, Terence's robe had red trimmings in order to slightly match with his girlfriend. Destiny turned to greet him, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. They leaned their foreheads against each other, looking into each other's eyes before Destiny reached on her tiptoes to kiss him briefly. Adrian's arms tightened around her as they kissed. Destiny pulled away, turning in his arms to face the group once more.
"Adrian, this is-" Destiny began.
"Hermione Granger." Adrian nodded.
Destiny giggled, "Right."
Adrian appraised Hermione, "You're brave to come here."
Hermione arched an eyebrow, "How so?"
"A bookworm in a snake's cave? You'll be eaten alive." He snickered.
Theodore shook his head, "If anyone's going to be eating her, it'll be me." He waggled his eyebrows at Hermione suggestively.
Adrian's eyes searched Hermione's neck, and sure enough, she wore a collar. "You came with our Theodore?" His voice grew more friendly.
Hermione nodded happily, and Theodore wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. "Yes."
Adrian's eyes grew warmer, "Well, you're alright then."
Hermione beamed at Adrian, "Glad to hear that."
Destiny pouted up at Adrian. "You haven't said anything about my outfit."
Adrian chuckled, his hands skimming up her bare skin. "You look very, very sexy." He murmured.
Hermione had to agree with him. Destiny's lingerie was a leather set. A one-piece of black, shiny leather that was completely backless. A strap of cloth ran between her bum cheeks, and the tight leather cupped her large breasts before gripping her flat abdomen and mound. It left little to the imagination, much to Adrian's delight. Her collar was green, with silver studs running across it. She wore knee length leather boots, giving her an extra three inches of height.
Destiny rubbed her bum against Adrian's crotch as she slightly purred. "Thank you."
Hermione turned to look around the crowded room. Girls in skimpy underwear, boys taking that fact to an advantage as they bumped, grinded and prodded on the dance floor. Empty, and half full cups lay over every flat surface available, slightly shaking as the music thumped throughout the room. Smoke gathered over a small group in one corner, mellow energy radiating from them. However, no matter where Hermione's eyes looked, Draco was not yet to be found.
Hermione's search was interrupted by her being pushed away from Theo. She turned to see a girl stumbling into Theodore, clearly already very buzzed. The girl grabbed onto the edges of Theodore's robe, giggling.
Theodore grinned down at the girl, "Well hello there, Anna."
Anna winked at Theodore, "Long time no see, baby."
Hermione chugged down her drink, and slammed the empty cup on the bar. "Hi, um Anna, was it?"
Anna turned to face Hermione, pressing her back against Theodore's front as she did. "Yeah? Who are you?"
Hermione smiled sweetly, "I'm Theo's date."
Anna laughed loudly, running a hand through her thick hair. "Is that right?" She slurred.
Hermione pulled her hair away from her neck, showing off her glinting collar. Anna looked at it, then back at Theodore.
"This bitch for real?" She asked him, pouting.
Theodore shook his head, "Don't call her that. But yeah, she's my date."
Hermione smiled smugly at Anna. "You heard him."
Anna shrugged, leaning up to place a kiss on Theo's neck. "You know where to find me when you're done with her."
Hermione bristled at the comment but chose to remain quiet as Anna teetered away. Theodore chuckled at Hermione's expression, and reached for her.
"Sorry about that." He smirked.
Hermione shrugged, "Not a big deal."
Hermione looked around for someone else she knew, but all those she did were busy with their dates. Destiny with Adrian against one wall, Astraeia with Terrence in a corner. But then Hermione caught a glimpse of dark skin and rippling muscle.
"Theo, I'll be right back." Hermione smiled, grabbing another drink from the bar.
Theodore shrugged, "Alright," before joining another group of guys who were smoking something.
Hermione followed the dark form, pushing against the sea of people to reach it. She bumped into someone, spilling her drink down her chest. It dripped down on her abdomen. Hermione groaned in frustration, tossing the cup. She used her silk robe to dry off, keeping an eye on Blaise's retreating figure. She tossed the robe to the ground with a sigh, and continued her pursuit of Blaise. She stretched out, and grabbed his arm.
Blaise turned, "Ladies, please, hands off the merchandise-oh, hey Hermione!"
Hermione giggled, feeling the effects of her other drinks. "Blaisey!"
Blaise groaned, "Please, I thought I had explained that that's not my name!"
"I think it's good for you." Hermione smiled.
A slow song came on, replacing the fast beat tune of before. Several groans rang out on the dance floor, but people began to slowly pair up. Blaise snuck his arms around her, giving her a slight squeeze. They were still in the middle of the dancing crowd, so Blaise began to sway back and forth with Hermione. She put her arms around his neck with a roll of her eyes.
"Should I be scared that some girl is going to scratch my face up when she sees me dancing with her date?" Hermione asked.
Blaise laughed, throwing his head back. "No. I didn't bring a date. Too many single ladies here to do that."
"Find anyone worth sneaking off with?" Hermione winked.
"Just you." Blaise smirked.
After a few minutes of soft music came on a Spanish number, and all the people began to dirty dance once again. Blaise took Hermione's hand in his own, and led her through the people to the corner where the chanting was. They joined the circle, and Hermione took in the sight of people chugging different sparkling, fizzing, bubbling and smoking drinks. It was all mostly guys in this corner, and they all eyed Hermione hungrily.
"What are they doing?" Hermione asked Blaise loudly, over the chanting.
Blaise slugged one arm around Hermione's neck, "Whoever can chug one of those large bottles the fastest, wins."
"What do they win?" Hermione asked, fascinated.
Blaise nodded towards one of the few girls among them, "A special favor from her."
Hermione looked at the girl Blaise had pointed out. She was a toned, tall blonde with a very large bust. "To ALL the guys who win?" Hermione asked, open-mouthed.
Blaise, and several of the guys nearest them, busted out laughing. "No! Of course not! The guy who wins at the end of the party. The ultimate 'winner' has to beat everyone who challenges him continuously until the end of the party."
"Everyone?" Hermione asked doubtfully, staring at the surrounding men.
"Makes it difficult to stay a winner." Blaise nodded.
Hermione watched as the current winner once again beat someone, slamming the empty bottle on the makeshift table in the middle. Hermione was very intrigued with the game, and feeling very self-assured at this point because of her previous drinks.
"Who's next?" The guy roared to the circle.
Hermione pulled away from Blaise, "I am."
All the boys turned to look at Hermione, open mouthed. Blaise chuckled, "You heard her."
The winner beckoned her over, and Hermione confidently strode up to him. "What shall it be?" He asked, sweeping his hand over the many different bottles.
Hermione shrugged, "Do your worst."
A collective "Oooooh," ran out behind her, but Hermione ignored them. She smiled smugly at the boy before her as he picked up a bottle. It was blue, and extremely bubbly. Hermione nodded her acceptance at him, and he handed her another just like his. Blaise stepped forward and opened both bottles, the two 'contestants' poised the bottle at their lips, and with a yell from Blaise, began to chug for all they were worth.
Hermione quickly gulped down the liquid, both hands on the bottle. By half the bottle, her throat was burning, and her vision extremely blurry. She staggered back as the room began to spin, but kept drinking.
Just as she was almost done, she heard the boy yell "Finished."
Hermione gulped down the last few drops, and slammed the bottle down-only to miss the table and have it fall and break on the floor. All the boys laughed at this, and so did Hermione. She walked forward and shook the winner's hand, smiling brightly. The boy shook his head, a twinkle in his eyes.
"You almost had me." He grinned.
Hermione snorted, "If I really wanted to, I would have you in a heartbeat."
The boy laughed loudly at her comment, as did the others. Hermione turned to the blonde prize, "You're not the blonde I want anyway. No offense."
The blonde sneered, "Like I would ever get with you. I like meat."
The boys snickered, elbowing each other.
"I've offended you, haven't I? Oh dear. But honestly, I don't understand how you not being a vegetarian has anything to do with this conversation." Hermione asked, confused.
"Blaise? This girl serious?" Blondie looked behind Hermione shoulder's to Blaise, both eyebrows raised.
Blaise pulled Hermione under his arm, "Okay, let's go before you get into a fight."
Hermione went willingly, the room still spinning before her. She leaned into Blaise as they walked.
"I want to dance!" Hermione squealed as she energetically grabbed onto him, yanking him towards the dance floor.
"What about Theodore?" Blaise frowned slightly, letting Hermione take him along.
Hermione huffed, "He's fine. Don't worry so much, Blaisey!"
Blaise rolled his eyes at her. Hermione lead him to the middle of the twisting bodies, and then pressed her backside against his front snugly. Blaise's hands rested on her hips as she pushed back against him, arching her back and bending her knees to give herself more leverage. Her hands caressed her body as they progressed towards Blaise's neck. Blaise thrusted against her as she bucked against him, both fully enthralled with the music and sexual energy radiating off the dance floor. One of Blaise's hands left her hips in order to run up her exposed abdomen, his hand slightly grazing the underside of her bra. Hermione closed her eyes, feeling him so firmly pressed up against her near naked form. She quickly spun in her arms, her hands at the tie of his robe. Blaise watched her as she untied the robe, and pushed it off his shoulders.
A couple nearby them called out, "Take it all off!"
Blaise winked at the couple before looking back down at Hermione. Hermione smirked at Blaise as she ran her hands up his sculpted chest, undulating her body against his. Her panty covered mound rubbed against his thigh as she grinded on him. Blaise's hands returned to her body, grabbing hold of her hair and pulling it back. It caused Hermione's body to arch backwards, creating an offering of her breasts to Blaise's hungry gaze. Blaise ducked his head to lick up the crevice of her breasts, a shiver running through Hermione as he did. Hermione felt his hardness through his tight briefs, feeling triumphant.
She twirled slowly in his grasp, and Blaise let her hair slip through his fingers. Hermione felt his tongue at her ear, licking and probing. Hermione bit her lip, sure that her panties must be soaking.
Blaise's huskily whispered in her ear, "Want to come with me?"
Hermione nodded, licking her lips. Blaise took both of her hands and pulled her to a darker corner. He pinned her there, and instantly lowered his lips to hers. Hermione felt a thrill at being so naughty in a dark corner, surrounded by people. Blaise felt one of Hermione's hands cup him through his briefs, rubbing up and down his arousal temptingly. Their tongues intertwined in sloppy, wet kisses. The haze in Hermione's mind grew thicker as Blaise's fingers teased her through her thong, feeling her excitement by the excessive moisture there. Her hips raised to meet his fingers, and her hand grew rougher and faster on his length.
Blaise's lips left hers, trailing down her neck to suck on a sweet spot. Hermione moaned quietly, her free hand cupping the back of his head to encourage his administrations.
"Hermione?" A voice called out behind Blaise incredulously.
Blaise pulled away instantly, and Hermione gasped as he abruptly pulled away. Hermione tried to focus on the person in front of them, and recognized Destiny. Her buzz died instantly as mortification at being caught by her date's sister went through her, turning her body cold.
"Hey, Destiny." Blaise smiled easily.
Destiny frowned at him, "Blaise, Hermione came with Theodore."
Blaise shrugged, "We weren't doing anything."
Hermione blushed at his blatant lie. Destiny rolled her eyes, "Get lost, Blaise."
Blaise winked at Destiny, "Miss you too."
Hermione watched a tiny smile pull at the corners of Destiny's lips. "Go on."
Blaise kissed Destiny's cheek, and then walked into the mass. Destiny shook her head at Hermione, "Hermione, I understand you're drunk and that Blaise is pretty hot…but you came with my brother."
"I know! I'm sorry!" Hermione slightly slurred.
Destiny chuckled, "It's okay. He's just dealing with his ex right now, and I thought if you intervened it'd be nice. You know, her seeing that he's moved on and doesn't need her?"
Hermione nodded quickly, "Sure, yeah."
"Her name is Courtney. Ugh! Hate her. She was one of his first 'students' and he really fell for her. They started dating, and he was head over heels. But she cheated all the time, and lied constantly. Used my brother to learn some cool tricks." Destiny sneered.
Hermione nodded, encouraging Destiny as they walked around the edges of the party to get back to Theo. "I mean, at first we all adored her. She's witty, and clever. Absolutely wonderful, and engaging. But, she changed when she started dating our Theodore. She hurt him every chance she got. Ya know?" Destiny ranted.
Hermione kept nodding, her sluggish mind starting to sharpen as she focused on Destiny's words. They could see Theodore and, what Hermione assumed to be Courtney, ahead of them. Theodore was leaning back against a wall, arms crossed. He had one leg crossed over the other, his head cast in a downward angle, eyes continuously flickering away from Courtney. Everything in his body language told Hermione that he had put up a wall, physical and emotional, when it came to Courtney. Hermione turned to Destiny.
"Make-up?"
Destiny looked her over, reaching out to wipe below her lips where some of her gloss had smeared. "You're good." She affirmed.
Hermione nodded, and then turned to strut towards Theodore best she could while wearing this killer heels. She slightly pushed Courtney as she walked past her, heading straight to Theodore's arms. He opened them as she approached, holding her tightly when she stepped into his embrace. His grip tightened, as if he was holding onto her for dear life. Hermione's heart softened towards him.
"You ok, Theo?" She murmured.
"Yeah. Just catching up with Courtney." Theo nodded, eyes tight.
Hermione pretended to just notice Courtney, "Oh! Didn't see you there, sorry. What was it?" Hermione peered up at Theodore, "I'm horrible with names."
Theodore's lips twitched, fighting a smile. Courtney cleared her throat, "Courtney." She offered.
Hermione nodded, "That's right! So, you know Theo?"
"We dated some time ago." Courtney shrugged, smiling.
"Really? He's never mentioned you…" Hermione frowned, feigning confusion.
Courtney licked her lips nervously, "No? Well, that's rude of you Theodore." Courtney spoke his name in an Italian accent, pronouncing his name as Theo-do-de.
Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly at the possessive tone in Courtney's voice as she spoke Theo's name. "You have an Italian accent when you said his name. Are you Italian?" Hermione smiled.
"Oh, gracious no. It's just the nickname I gave Theodore when we saw an opera in Italian for our second anniversary." Courtney chuckled.
Hermione laughed, "How cute."
"Yes. Well, how long have you two been dating?" Courtney asked.
Theodore sighed, "We're not da-"
"Telling. We're not telling." Hermione smiled. "It's horribly messy. You see, when we started dating, Theodore wasn't on the market really. He was sort of taken, so we don't like to admit that little fact."
Courtney looked a bit taken aback, "Taken? By who? Before you, I mean."
Hermione licked her lips, looking up at Theo. "Who was it, dear?"
Theodore stared pointedly at Courtney, but just smiled "I forget her name."
Courtney winced at his stare, but forced a tight smile. "Hermione, I seem to recall that you're Gryffindor."
"Head Girl now, but Gryffindor before-yes." Hermione nodded.
"So why aren't you with Potter and Weasley?" Courtney cocked her head.
Hermione felt a pang of hurt as she heard their names, but managed a nonchalant shrug. "Because I'm with Theo right now. Wouldn't miss this for the world."
Courtney chuckled, "Well, I'll let you enjoy the rest of the party."
Hermione nodded, "Thanks."
Hermione sagged against Theo once Courtney was out of sight, "Whew."
"Sorry about that." Theodore apologized.
Hermione shrugged, "It's fine. Really, it is."
Theodore placed a kiss on top of her head. Hermione twisted in his arms, looking up at him. Theodore leaned down, kissing her lips roughly with his own. When he pulled away, Hermione noticed several girls around them staring on jealously.
"We're not dating." Hermione said suddenly.
"I know." Theodore smiled sadly.
Hermione shook her head, "People think we are."
Theodore cocked an eyebrow, "Do they?"
Hermione nodded, licking her dry lips. "They must. I'm always seen with you."
Theodore's eyes grew clouded, "What's your point?"
"I don't want people to think we're together when we're not. I just-I don't know. I know it's awful of me to start this after you just had that ordeal with Courtney, but I felt like I had to make it clear that we're not." Hermione bit her lip nervously.
Theodore sighed, slightly put off. "Calm down…I know we're not together. I'm just teaching you some things."
Hermione shook her head, pulling away from him. "I know, but, I'd feel better right now if I wasn't wearing something making me your property."
"The collar? You're seriously still upset by it?" Theodore asked, exasperated. He ran a hand through his hair, agitated.
"You don't get it! I just had a rather hot and heavy kiss with Blaise in a corner! But I'm wearing your collar!" Hermione blurted out.
Theodore flinched, and drew his hands into tight fists. "I see." He reached around Hermione's neck and quickly unlocked the collar before Hermione could object. He tucked it into one of his robe's front pockets. "There. Now you're free to hook up with whomever you want tonight." His voice dripped with poison, and bitterness.
Hermione frowned, "I don't mean to hurt you…I'm just very confused by all of this."
Theodore pushed off the wall, standing straight before Hermione. "Ditto." He walked away, melting into the crowd.
Hermione tried to call him back, but he didn't return. She stood alone in a sea of people. She sighed, looking around and spotting the bar a few feet away. She walked towards it, and poured herself a glass of the first bottle she saw. She quickly gulped it all down, wincing at the fire tracing her throat. She coughed a few times, winced, then drank some more. Her buzz returned, leaving Hermione feeling light and happy. In a corner of her mind, rationality spoke-but Hermione pushed all rational thoughts aside and focused on the buzz.
She walked around the edges of the party, searching. She wasn't sure who she was looking for until she found him. A brilliant flash of platinum blonde hair, and piercing grey eyes. She walked towards him, and saw he was alone. He was sipping on a drink, propped against the wall. His trademark smirk rested on his lips as he watched the dancing bodies. Hermione's heart fluttered as she approached him.
She knew she said she wouldn't leave with him, but that was before.
She knew she should be looking for Theo, to apologize. But she wasn't.
She knew that Draco might laugh and scorn her for searching him out, like a drug addict would hunt down his dealer, but she didn't care.
She knew her and Draco were no good for each other, her mind screamed so. But her heart didn't.
She knew that Draco was most likely just using her, but she liked being used if it was by him.
She knew he would join Voldemort, if he hadn't already done so, but she couldn't accept that.
She knew that he had ridiculed and mocked her for many years, but she forgave him.
She knew she shouldn't fall in love with him, but she was.
Hermione finally reached him, and he raised an eyebrow at her in greeting. He noticed the collar was gone from her neck, and narrowed his eyes. "Hello Hermione." He murmured.
Hermione licked her lips, "Hi Draco."
Silence stretched between them as Hermione looked at him nervously. The bravado and confidence that her buzz had given her was gone. When she looked into his eyes, it was as if he stripped her of any walls or barriers she had up. It left her feeling vulnerable, and wide open.
"Something you need?" Draco finally asked.
Hermione's hand ran through her wild hair, "I don't know." She whimpered.
Draco saw her scared, lonely expression and felt a tightening in his chest. "What's wrong?" He asked, stepping closer to her.
Hermione ducked her head as his eyes searched her face. "I keep hurting people. I don't mean to…but I do." Hermione bit her lip.
Draco quietly chuckled. "Seems you're quite opposite to me."
Hermione's lip trembled, "How?"
Draco knew he should shut her down, mock her, walk away, something. He didn't want her to get too close to him, he couldn't afford it. Not with the Dark Lord and his father whispering in his ear every chance they got. But Hermione had somehow managed to wiggle into the small crevice he had in his heart, and he desperately wanted someone to realize that he wasn't what he seemed to be. So the words tumbled out of his mouth, "I hurt people, but it tends to be very much on purpose." Draco smiled sadly.
A pang of hurt ran shot straight through Hermione's heart at hearing that small admittance from Draco. His father had branded pain and anger into Draco's heart to try and make Draco a vicious monster. A house, not a home, was where Draco was brought up in. A house with no love. Hermione's eyes filled with tears, threatening to spill over. "You can't help it."
Draco's hand caressed her cheek, and Hermione leaned into it. Draco sighed, placing his cup down. He opened his arms, drawing Hermione into them.
"What am I doing to do with you?" Draco murmured as he felt Hermione's tears spill over into his naked chest.
Hermione hiccupped slightly as her tears overtook her, feeling incredibly foolish for crying in front of Draco. His strong arms held her together, even though she felt as if she was falling apart. She was sure it was because she was tired, hormonal, drunk, lonely and feeling very guilty that she so easily turned to Draco. But part of her knew that wasn't true, she had craved him for so long. She wanted to uncover Draco Malfoy; be the one to teach him what love was and what it meant; show him there was more to life than a path of blood and pain. She trembled slightly as her sobs continued. She cried, not only for her guilt and pain-but for his. She cried for him, because she knew he didn't have anyone to do that for him.
Draco held her tighter against him, feeding her his warmth. He had never held anyone before Hermione. Not like this. It left him feeling insecure, and slightly vulnerable to offer himself to someone like this, even if it was only to comfort. He rested his chin on the top of her head. Feelings overtook him, swamping him. Draco was scared. He didn't want to admit it, but he was.
Scared because when he held her like this, he felt whole.
Scared because when she kissed him, he felt cherished.
Scared because when she fought or lectured him, he felt secure.
Scared because when she saw past his lies, he wanted to tell her every truth.
Scared because Hermione Granger had moved into his heart, and he didn't want her to leave.
Draco could feel eyes on them, but didn't care. Let them look. He wanted to scream at them that he was human too, that he wasn't a monster. He wanted to throw something, to punch and kick, to inflict pain on them for daring to judge him when he was holding her. But to do so meant letting her go, and Draco wasn't ready for that yet. Her arms moved from being in-between their bodies to wrapping around him, so now he wasn't sure who was holding who. Draco wasn't sure how he had gotten himself into this situation, here of all places. One second he was drinking, having fun with the other Slytherins; the next second he was having an emotional breakthrough in the arms of Hermione Granger.
Her sobs had finished, the tears drying on her cheeks. Hermione kept her eyes tightly closed, her face buried into Draco's chest. She didn't want to be here anymore, and she was sure that Draco didn't either. She tightened her arms around him, and Draco's arms pulled her tighter against him. She could hear his heartbeat rapidly beating against his chest.
"Draco?" She whispered, looking up at him through her wet lashes.
Draco's eyes locked onto hers, "Hmm?" He couldn't bring himself to say more, in fear that he would tell her everything and then he was sure that she would leave him.
"Can we go home?" She asked, not sure how else to put it. But once she spoke the words, they felt right to her. Home.
Draco nodded, and pulled her along to the tunnel entrance. The portrait swung open, and he stepped through the magical barrier into the dark tunnel. As soon as they did, it grew deathly quiet. Hermione held onto Draco tighter, she was afraid of the eerie silence in the pitch black surroundings. Draco wasn't; he was accustomed to the darkness. He led her through the maze, both traveling in silence. His grip around her did not loosen for a second, Hermione was grateful for that.
Within a few minutes they reached their common room. They stepped into it, the fire was out. The room was cast in a deep blue glow with the darkness of night. Draco didn't bother to light the fire as he usually did, but instead led Hermione up to her room. She crawled into bed, watching Draco as he stood at the foot of her bed. He debated whether staying with her. It wasn't smart to stay, he was growing too attached already.
"Stay." Hermione asked, eyes big and round.
Draco sighed, his hand running through his platinum hair. His mind echoed in his father's voice as it commanded him to leave the filthy mud blood and to go to his own bed. But Draco ignored that voice, for once. He slipped in the covers beside Hermione, and she snuggled into him.
"Thank you." She whispered.
Draco didn't say anything back, just closed his eyes with a deep sigh. After a few moments, Hermione spoke up. "Could you sing me to sleep?"
Draco bristled at the thought. He decided to ignore her, hoping that she'd drop it. But she repeated her question, "Could you sing to sleep? Please?" Draco groaned.
"No." He bit out.
Hermione kissed his chest, "Please. It would help me."
Hermione gave up after another few minutes of silence.
"You've got that smile,
That only heaven can make.
I pray to God every day,
That you keep that smile.
You are my dream,
There's not a thing I won't do,
I'd give my life up for you,
Cause you are my dream."
Draco's husky voice whispered in the dark. Hermione smiled, he wasn't a good singer, but he was trying. Draco figured that since he had gone so far tonight already, that a small song wouldn't hurt. Just for tonight, he promised himself. Hermione nudged into him, silently asking him to continue.
"And baby, everything that I have is yours,
You will never go cold or hungry,
I'll be there when you're insecure.
Let you know that you're always lovely.
Girl, cause you are the only thing that I've got right now.
"One day, when the sky is falling,
I'll be standing right next to you.
Right next to you.
Nothing will ever come between us,
Cause I'll be standing right next to you…
…Right next to you…"
[(Next to you - Chris Brown ft. Justin Bieber)]
Hermione's even breathing told Draco that she had fallen asleep. He wasn't sure why that song had flowed from his lips for her, but it seemed to fit what Hermione had needed to hear. Maybe what he had needed to say. Draco was getting weak for her, and he could not afford weakness. His father would not tolerate that from him.
Draco sighed, asking for the second time that night, "What am I going to do with you?"
Hopefully you all take this well. Draco's coming about. :) If you all don't like it...then I'll cry and do this chapter over. :) Okay? Anywaysssssssss. Poor Theo, right? But..Draco..sighhh. I can't resist him! Leave a review answering one or more of these questions:
1. Did you like this chapter?
2. Poor Theo, or did he deserve it?
3. Do you think it was wrong of Hermione to snog Blaise while going to the party with Theodore? Or do you think she had the right since she isn't dating Theodore anyway?
4. Her outfit? Did you like how I did that?
5. Did you like that I wrote bout Draco's feelings/emotions? Did you like the song?
Okay! Anyways, I'm off to eat lunch! Leave loveeeee! Buh bye now! 3 :D