Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like?
Yeah, I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome I guess I'm a little bit shy.
Why don't you like me; Why don't you like me without making me try?
- Grace Kelly, Mika
"The stars look so beautiful, don't they?"
I look out the window.
The top of the houses and pubs cut across the sky illuminating the street. Above the roofs is a bleak blackness that fades into moonlight that shines while the stars glisten.
"Yeah, they do."
Granger and I are leaning against a couch in George's dark living room, staring at the outside, sipping on the ever flavour filled water.
Once we got back Verity decided to take care of Lanka, George with Weasel. Potter and Ginny are Merlin knows where, but I'm enjoying the serenity a thousand times more than the foul din in that bloody club.
Never again will I go to a busy bar, what a disaster. I'm trying to forget about it so I don't have the overwhelming urge to seek out Imelda Ipswitch and smash her camera.
I'm feeling a bit tipsy anyways, I've had about 4 drinks in the past few hours, but I'm glad actually. If I were more aware I'd probably have also given no care to the consequences and punched out the man in the bathroom. Good thing I'm not an angry drunk.
"They make you seem a bit small don't they? The stars?"
I glance at Hermione, switching out of angry-mode, who is still blankly observing the night.
"Au contraire, don't they give a sense of placement in the universe? If the sky was empty, you would always be wondering if something is up there, if there is more. At least you know there is something more."
She considers my words for a second. "I see what you're saying, but scientists in the Muggle world have already discovered there is so much more than we could possibly imagine or fathom, and we don't have enough time left in existence to find and see it all."
She actually looks distressed. It's kind of amusing, really.
When I drink my word filter is momentarily destroyed, so I let my incoherent thoughts pour out of my mouth.
"Well Granger, I'm not entirely sure what scientists do…but that's the beauty of life isn't it?: discovery. Can you imagine if there was nothing left to figure out? How boring that would be? The idea of 'questioning ' would be dead, and we'd all be miserable; "this is it?", we'd all muse. Life would be boring if there was nothing left to learn. Mystery intrigues us, it pushes us out of our box to use our brains, I've realized this past year. Calculated sound living is overrated. It's safe but it's meaningless. Change, however difficult, is necessary so we don't perpetuate an awful cycle over and over. (Like being a pureblood, yawn). It also happens to be painfully exciting."
She's contemplating me, suppressing an urge to appear impressed I think. "I'm sorry if this offends you, but, I never realized how clever you were until quite recently."
"About time everyone recognized my genius," I smirk.
She smiles back, causing my stomach to somersault. "A scientist, by the way, studies the world and its mechanics, essentially. What it's made of and what else is to be found that we don't already know about…I guess I'm just mildly upset I'll personally never know if there really are other things alive in the universe, they could be out there eons away," she admits, leaving her cup at her lips.
"How did these thoughts come about in your head anyways?" I chuckle, putting my arm around her. "You'd think you'd be stewing in how ridiculous that establishment was, not the inner workings of the planet."
"Well I was, but I'd rather forget about it honestly. As I was rehashing the past hour, I moved away from our experience and I started wondering about everyone else's. Why the hell the majority of the public finds people they don't even know more fascinating than these kinds of things, the universe and such, will baffle me forever. It's so trivial for example, what they're going to write about in the paper, but everyone will speculate about it for weeks. And I don't know why it irks me at all when there is an infinite number of things we could be pressing our time into worrying about."
She turns into me, resting her head on my chest, and pushes herself closer to my body. "Have any ideas?" she asks my shoulder.
"I guess we just like to drown ourselves in what is an escape," I reply. "Whatever vice it is. For most 'ordinary' folks, they want to hear about these famous personalities they can fantasize about , tear them down usually, so they then can feel better about themselves. They're making good choices, and that so and so in the Prophet, is not."
"Makes sense," she murmurs. I put my glass on the windowsill and cradle her.
"Are you tired?"
"No, not really. Usually I'm the only one with an opinion so I have nothing more to say because I agree."
"Oh. Er, sorry?" I can hear a muffled laugh from her.
"Don't be sorry. As I may have to repeat to you several hundred times, most people do not humour the topics I bring up in talking. But you do, and I appreciate it." She mimics me and wraps her arms round me, rubbing my back.
"You know me, can't keep my trap shut, always got to have an opinion."
She giggles, cupping my face. She looks into my eyes, stroking my jaw with her thumbs before snogging me gently, positively melting me.
I grab her scalp with one hand, a bare shoulder blade with the other and pull her into me. She emits a little moan as I massage the back of her head, caressing her surprisingly soft hair. I begin to dart my tongue around hers, extremely turned on, trying to deepen the kiss. I need and crave more closeness.
Fuck it, in a swift movement I'm lifting her arse with my hands and pulling her with all my might to rest her on the top of the sofa , so our lips are more level. Her shoes are no longer on to help with the height difference. In a very sexy way, she wraps her legs around my waist and holds on to me for support, tangling fingers through my hair and grabbing at my neck.
I'm holding onto her waist, the heat from my nether regions burning into hers, cock lengthening at every passing second. And I'm too intoxicated by her to care.
I circle my thumbs around her hips which makes her shiver. Very slowly I sneak my hands down to her thighs, rub them back and forth over her tights, pushing her skirt ever so slightly upwards. I do this so I can snake my way up to the bare skin under her dress. Her breath hitches and she comes up for air when my fingers make contact with her flesh. I pull my head back to check her reaction.
"Keep going," she breathes.
I stroke her pelvic bone gently and massage her back simultaneously. She pulls me in closer to me, our snogging becoming more furious, almost like we're swallowing each other whole.
She tightens the grip round my waist, and I can't help but groan. As I'm about to give in to ripping her clothes off, she yanks me a bit too far forwards.
Her nice perch on the couch top becomes unstable and she falls backwards, flipping me with my hands up her dress onto her at an awkward enough angle that I slide onto the floor headfirst. I scramble up in a sitting position, shocked, making sure I didn't boot her in the face or worse.
Her head is on the couch cushion, her legs splayed up over the back, skirt fallen down over her stomach.
For a split second I think she's started to cry but then I realize she's laughing quite hard.
As I join in George and Verity come out from their guest bedroom, probably alerted by my thump on the ground.
"Being naughty are we?" George chuckles at the sight.
"Just a bit of snogging," Hermione says blushing while she giggles, setting her skirt right as she sits on the sofa properly.
"Upside down?" she asks devilishly. "No snoo snoo in our living room, please. Actually, seeing as Harry and Ginny have disappeared, I'm hoping none at all," she cringes.
"Snoo snoo? What, are we 5?"
"Anyone want that drink now?" George asks, ignoring me and walking to the cupboard. Not sure if I mentioned it, but the kitchen is connected to the sitting room, the counter acting as an island to sit at.
"Yes! Make me a Frisky Witch please," Verity requests while sitting down next to me.
"Why are you on the floor?" George asks amused, getting out the cocktail shaker and various poisons.
"Stretch out my legs, they're a bit stiff. Plus we could make more of a circle seeing as we only have one couch."
"A circle, why?" Hermione asks, while sliding down onto the floor to rest her back against the cushions.
"Drinking game of course."
"Which one?" We all turn our heads to see Potter and Ginny rounding the corner from what I assume is the toilet. Ginny looks properly ruffled and Potter is flushing a bit, though noticeably tidier.
Ew.
"Whichever," Verity shrugs noncommittally.
"And what were you two doing?" George puts them on the spot as he shakes up some sambuca with vodka into a highball glass, bewitching water into ice.
"None of your business, actually. Nothing bad I assure you," Ginny replies walking over to mix a cocktail herself.
"Don't you think you've had enough, Gin?" Potter asks a bit wearily, complying with the apparent house rules and sitting next to Hermione on the ground.
"I've had three shots and 2 drinks, one more will be alright. We're playing a game, we have to participate to win," she winks, and Potter just shakes his head. "Don't worry, I'll mix a lot of juice into it."
"Hermione, drink?" George asks as he brings his girlfriend hers.
"Yeah, I had a good one in the bar, I kind of want that. An Albus Dumbledore," she says. Harry gives her an odd look. "I know it sounds weird, Harry, but the bartender invented it apparently. Draco, do you remember what was in it?"
"Vodka, triple sec and sweet and sour mix," I list off. "Or lemonade."
"Alright well we don't have the mix or lemonade but I have lemons, I'll just add extra ice or liquor, yeah?"
"Sounds good," she laughs.
"Harry?"
"Beer, maybe?" he says. "I don't feel like getting wasted."
"Yeah, I have Hobgoblin stout, it's not too dark, I think I'll have it too. Malfoy?"
"Well I don't want to take any more of your expensive liquor, have any shitty wine?"
"It so happens that my Aunt Muriel sent us a disgusting wine as a housewarming gift which Verity and I haven't finished in over a year. You're welcome to it." He spins around and reaches into a different cupboard, sliding a bottle all the way from the back.
"Excellent."
Ginny comes over with her putrid looking blue drink and sits in between Hermione and I, making Potter pout. "So what game are we playing? Something juvenile like Truth or Dare? Never Have I Ever? One with cards?"
"Something easy I guess," Verity answers.
"I assume we're playing without Ron and Lanka. Are they okay?" Hermione asks. I'm certainly glad we're not playing with them, I find I can relax a bit better with Potter when Ginny is around, but when Weasel's around I feel myself either wanting to attack him or disappear.
"Yeah, just wasted. I set them up in our guest room. Hopefully they stay passed out, they were groping each other like animals on the way back."
"Alcohol." Ginny says, smiling.
"Bringing people together since 1169," George chimes. Everybody giggles as he joins us, passing everyone their drinks, my wine an odd scarlet colour.
I take a sip and feel an overwhelming urge to grimace. Very, very bitter. But I was warned so I suck it up.
"Actually, alcohol like wine and beer can be traced as far back as 7000 BC. Practically since the beginning of mankind. This is not bad by the way, George," Hermione pipes up taking a sip of her beverage.
"You really do know everything, don't you?" George muses, shaking his head.
"I try." She's a bit red in the face, I imagine she can't help her bursts of knowledge.
"Now if only you could work on foreseeing the future, god knows that we need a replacement to Trelawney," George sits down next to Verity and Potter. "And we wouldn't have almost put one of our friends in danger. I'm really sorry all of you for taking you over there, especially you Harry. No Quidditch players, and tons of press. It just sounded like fun, and Mr. Gold comes in all the time to buy things for his nephews. Thought he was a nice bloke."
"Don't worry about it, he likely thought we'd love the attention," Potter says bitterly.
"Yeah, nothing did go wrong really. I already knew people would talk if I showed up with Draco, I guess I just didn't think establishments really were allowed to have journalists roam freely like that," Hermione explains, I suppose in an attempt to make George feel better.
"They aren't," I say, crossing my legs, trying to find a more comfortable stance. "I'm sure it's somewhat illegal to measure no authority over the press. And in any case, even if it's not, it certainly is to not have any security on every floor of the place."
"Don't remind me," Verity spits angrily.
"Shh, it's okay," George says, rubbing her upper arm.
I think her anger is justified. If Hermione had been in there, anyone I care about really, I'd probably pop their head off.
"Sorry," I apologize. "Anyways, a drinking game? It may surprise you to know I've never played one. Hey, Granger, we could play Q & A, and every time we refrain from answering we drink instead of telling a story."
I start chuckling, and Hermione's lips curl into a knowing grin. The rest murmur about what 'Q & A' is.
"That's actually a good idea, Draco."
"Always the tone of surprise." She sticks her tongue out at me and begins to tell everyone how to play her camp game. They seem to like it.
"Yeah that sounds fun! I'll go first, yeah?" Ginny asks, looking round at us.
"Go easy," Hermione begs. Ginny gets a wry, slightly drunk smile plastered on her face.
"Not a chance."
"Are you kidding me? Your most embarrassing moment is getting a question wrong in class? " George splutters to Hermione, who puts her hands out like that's the most obvious answer.
We've been playing for an hour now, the questions have gradually become more personal the more hammered we get.
I'm into my third glass of wine. Everyone else is on their third glass too. Hermione is starting to sway, her cheeks rouged and her eyes a bit squinty.
"Merlin, you have an odd grasp of 'embarrassment'. Your turn Malfoy."
My most embarrassing moment? Ugh.
"Not that I'd like a reminder, but when that lout Moody turned me into a ferret." I grimace as Potter attempts to hide his giggling, his shoulders shaking giving him away.
"Technically that was Barty Crouch Junior, and he was crazy," Hermione says as if that should change my mind.
"Doesn't really change that he hexed me does it?" I mumble, and Ginny pats me on the back quite uncomfortably. She's probably just as sloshed as Lanka was so I say nothing.
"Alright, alright Mr. Martyr, my turn for the question. Where's the strangest place, perhaps naughtiest, you've done the nasty? I'll go first. Downstairs in the front window," he wiggles his eyebrows.
Verity slaps him on the arm. "George. Guess you already know mine."
I chance a look at Hermione who is biting her lip, dreading when she'll be on the line.
"Uh, a garden shed?" Potter tries. Ginny busts out laughing, George looks mildly impressed mingled with disgust.
"Oh yeah! Ginny told us you did that this afternoon," Verity chuckles. Potter raises his eyebrow at his girlfriend, wondering just how much she reveals to her friends. "Uh, Hermione?"
"Nowhere," she states simply. "Never had it, so I guess I drink?"
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Ginny dismisses her as she takes a tentative sip, letting any unwarranted humiliation fly by. "I agree with Harry, although I still think that my childhood bedroom is odd. Draco?"
"Uh," oh god, Hermione's eyes are trained on me. But if I drink, she'll be more suspicious. "Slytherin girls dormitory."
George chokes on his beer. "No way! How?"
I glimpse at my Gryffindor minx, who is just as curious as her friends. I gulp and enlighten them, knowing I'll regret this somewhere in the future if I get into an argument with her.
"Sixth year, Quidditch match, us against the Gryffindors. I wasn't on the team that year. And I'd been ignoring Pansy for a long time. I didn't really break up with her, but I never saw her during in the summer. I was stressed about, well, you know what, but she didn't care. She pulled me aside and basically said she wanted me, didn't care where she stood and to come upstairs. Everyone was gone." Ginny emits a low whistle.
"A regular old fox, are you?" Verity nudges me.
"Hardly," I say, rubbing my face with my palm. "Pansy just likes to get what she wants."
"Did you shag quite often then?"
"Verity. Play nice. Doubtless that Hermione wants to know that."
"Thanks, mate," I say and he winks.
"Alright, now your turn Harry."
"Alright," Potter says, lolling his head back on the sofa. "What's your patronus form?" he asks without gusto.
"Oh, Harry, you're so lame. You know all ours," Ginny whines, knocking back her drink.
"Not Verity's. Or Draco's. Better than any sex questions. Mine is a stag, now Hermione."
Draco?
"You called him Draco, proud of you. Mine's an otter." Hermione points to him with a finger, and he looks at me, silently communicating that she is gone. I hold in laughter.
"God, seriously? Let's not do this," Ginny says. "Mine's a horse, George's is a coyote. Verity's is a…"
"I've never learned properly actually, mine's never gotten corporeal," she shrugs a bit embarrassed.
"Don't worry, it's really hard. I only can do it because of Harry teaching me. We all can, right?" George and Hermione nod, Potter flushes pink. "Draco, can you do it?"
"I'm afraid I'm drinking on this one." I slug back some wine, and they exchange glances.
"Why? What's so bad about it?" George prods.
"It's embarrassing. And yes, I have managed to get a corporeal one."
"Tell us! Tell us, tell us, tell us!"
"Nope."
"Aw, you suck," Verity pouts. "Alternative punishment; can you go check on Ron and Lanka? It's been an hour, just want to make sure they're not dead."
"I drank, that's my punishment. No dice. It's your house."
"George?" she pleads.
"Not a chance. And if it's my house, my rules. And I say we don't have to go. How about you Harry?"
"I don't fancy seeing my best friend in a potentially awkward position."
"Oh, I'll do it you babies." Hermione confidently stands tall, wobbling when she gets up too fast and stumbles over to the hallway and then to the guestroom.
Everyone is watching the show as she knocks tentatively on the door. After a few seconds she glances over to us and shrugs. As soon as she turns the knob and pokes her head in she emits a muffled shriek.
"Sorry, sorry."
She scampers back over to us giggling and slides to kneel behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Ahhhh," she laughs into my neck.
I grab her arms with my hands: "What's wrong?"
"Were they going at it?" Verity's eyes and mouth are wide open, hoping for the worst.
"Completely naked," she mumbles into my shoulder. "Thrusting."
"Gross!" Ginny pulls a face.
"WOO, go Ron! Weasley, Weasley, Weasley!" George pumps his fist up and down and screeches.
Verity slaps him. "Don't make them feel awkward. It's gonna be weird enough in the morning."
"Speaking of which, it's almost 2. Maybe we should call it a night? Unless you want to drink some more?" Potter asks a bit tiredly. He looks at Ginny and she smiles a bit coyly at him, moving next to him now that Granger is out of the way.
"No, no, that's fine. We have to work tomorrow anyways," George yawns. "Harry, Gin, you guys were going to use the pull out couch, yeah? Hermione, Draco, I'm not sure where…."
"Actually, we were just going to go back to my house," Hermione explains, letting go of me to crawl over and rest her head on my lap.
I notice they all exchange looks, Potter disapproving and the girls with a knowing smile.
"How are you going to get there? The Cauldron's fireplace is closed this time of night."
"Oh, I can Apparate us safely. I've done it a few times now to her house."
"Are you perfectly aware of all your faculties? That's a lot of wine, mate. Cause Hermione certainly isn't," George asks shielding his mouth with a hand.
"Oh shut it, George," Hermione scolds, smiling with her eyes closed.
"Ooh, testy when you're intoxicated are you?" She makes a farting noise at him with her tongue. He shakes his head.
"Well, I'm fine. Really. I've, regretfully, drank quite a bit more in my life," I say and give him a reassured look.
"If you say so, just be safe please, get her home alright."
"Promise, cross my heart. Come on Hermione, let's get up." I pull her upwards and she sits up. I stand up and manage to also get her proper.
"I'll get your coat and things," Verity offers, walking into the bedroom I presume.
"Can you walk?" I whisper into her ear as she falls into me.
"May-beee," she giggles.
I shake my head as everyone comes to say good bye. "No more vodka for you."
"Hey, you're not the boss of me. It's not my fault Dumbledore tastes so good," she juts a finger into my chest.
Ginny starts snickering along with George as she gives them a farewell hug.
Verity comes back and helps Granger put on her coat and winter boots while handing me her bag of regular clothes and the roses I gave her.
"See you guys later," she says, grinning from ear to ear.
I wave as I open the door, unsure of what to say. "Bye. Thanks."
"Bye everyone," Hermione waves much more enthusiastic than me.
"Don't get too naughty tonight now," Ginny calls.
We hear Potter caution his girlfriend before we shut the door. ("Ginny, don't give them ideas.")
I shrink the flowers and put them in the bag. When I get her safely outside, I grab both her hands so she'll be steady when we Apparate.
I concentrate heavily and we pop into the stratosphere. We reappear seconds later onto her front porch.
"Thanksss, Draco," she slurs, apparently her drunkenness now in full effect. "The key's under – under the rug, hold on."
She bends down but stumbles back onto her arse.
"Merlin you're done, here I'll do it." I retrieve it and open the door for her. She staggers into the house after getting herself up and immediately coos at her mangy beast.
I lock the door and take off my shoes and jacket to see her leaning against her kitchen island and petting Crookshanks.
"Isn't he so cutteeee? Who's my little baby? C'mere Draco, come pet 'im."
"No thanks. Still recovering from his last attack," I smirk, walking over to her sink and observing her. She's quite hilarious while wasted.
"Oh, don't be childish. He's the most sweetest animal anyone could have."
"Not anyone, he's the sweetest animal you could have. He only likes you, remember."
"He'll like you eventually, just needs to get to know you more, here look." She grabs my hand and guides it to the fur.
"No, no, no," I try to pull away but she yanks me towards the cat. It begins to purr for a moment and I think miraculously he's calm but the next second he's turned his fat head and taken a swipe at me.
It growls a menacing grr before jumping off the couch and disappearing into the back rooms.
"See? He hates me," I chuckle. She puts my hand to her mouth and kisses it.
"Sorry. Wanna go upstairs? Call it a night? Or maybe have one more drink?" she asks hopefully, spinning around to scan her kitchen.
"No, no," I repeat again, grabbing her shoulders. "I think we should get you to bed."
"Okay. Let's go!" I laugh as I lead her up to her room by pushing her back. I release her when we get up there and she falls on her bed.
"So uh, where should I sleep? I can go downstairs on your couch or something…"
"Don't be silly, you can come here." She pats the spot next to her.
The gods are tempting me, aren't they?
"That's not such a great idea, I don't think," I explain as I sit down on her desk chair.
"Why not?" she asks sitting up. "My parents are coming back tomorrow late, this is the last few hours we have together, don't you wanna make the most of it?"
Her eyes are so glazed, a goofy grin on her face. She's completely adorable, damn her.
"Because I'm horny, Granger. That's why. And as much as I want to kiss you all night, I don't want to do something you'll regret and then force me out of here in the morning when you remember."
"Well maybe I'm horny too, Malfoy."
What?
"W-what?" Suddenly I feel hot around the collar. Very hot.
She walks over to me, swaying her hips ridiculously and straddles my lap.
"You heard me," she whispers in my ear. "Don't you want to touch me?"
Oh, holy shit.
"Of course I do, it's what I've wanted since the beginning of the year, but now that it's real, I don't want to mess it up and -"
She kisses me to shut me up and places a finger to my lip. "I never said we were going to do it silly, but we never got proper time to make out today, have we?"
"No, I guess not."
"Yes, making out at a raucous club is not satisfying enough." She smooches me again, sneaking her tongue down my throat.
"Wait – Hermione," I can't believe I'm pushing her away but I can't be irrational right now.
"What exactly do you mean by horny? Like, kiss you horny, or touching you boobs like…?"
She giggles incessantly. Whenever girls do this I feel so small.
"I'm serious, I really don't want to mess this up. I don't want to be rude, but you've drank quite a bit and your decision making filter is broken."
"And I'm serious. Look, just because I'm determined in school and about my friends doesn't mean I can't loosen up."
"I know, trust me, just…"
"Just shush. I have a secret to tell you. Come here." She gets up off me, looks down at my crotch, smiles, and then jumps on her mattress.
"A secret, huh?" I feel the alcohol rush to my head, my balancing inhibitions falling lower on the scale.
"Mhmm."
I go to sit on the edge and she folds her arms around my waist from behind like she did at George's. "I touched myself thinking of you yesterday morning."
I swallow the lump in my throat, my cock threatening to rip my pants. "R-really?"
"Yes," she kisses my neck. "But I was unsuccessful in getting off."
"Why is that?" I distract myself by asking questions, resisting the urge to rip her clothes off again, unable to stop picturing her rubbing her lovely clit naked a hundred different ways.
"Felt too good, couldn't handle it. You know I've never been able to come by myself, I've always had to use, you know, 'help'."
Fuck. This is excruciating. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I don't know. I just feel really weird…I just want you to touch me," she murmurs, biting my neck and sucking on it, surely marking a love bite.
I tug her off me, and turn around to face her. "Is that what you really want?"
"Yeah, I do."
I pull her into me, and she snogs me senselessly for a few moments before leaning away.
"Sorry, just give me a second, these tights are so uncomfortable."
"Oh…okay." I watch, eyes glued as she spreads her legs out and unrolls her tights from her body.
"On second thought, this whole dress is really squishing my torso."
Oh, hell no. No, no, no ,no.
Red alert.
This is not something Hermione Granger would do.
She pulls the dress over her head to reveal her bare breasts to me. I didn't mention anything to her in case it made her feel self-conscious while out, but it was really obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, especially when giving her a hug.
But god, are they spectacular. Practically glistening in the moonlight.
And now she's in just panties, a tasteful silky plain black pair.
"So what do you think of them?" she asks coquettishly, staring at her own magnificent tits.
"They look as good as they feel," I spill before I can stop myself, gazing at the erect dark pink nipples, small and perfect.
She titters as she leans in and pulls me on top of her, fiercely snogging me, shoving off my blazer and snaking her hands up my shirt. She wraps her legs around my hips and tangles her fingers in my hair and goddamit I want to stroke her everywhere.
I decide on putting my hands on her waist, propping myself up on my elbows. After a few minutes, she rolls me over so she's straddling me once again. I guess I was right when I said she was dominant. She looks at me, making my insides scream and drags my palms to her breasts. Fuck, if she wants this, I must oblige.
"Uh." She moans so deliciously as I massage her tender breasts, pinching her nipples. She starts grinding slowly over my pants. I drag her down to kiss me while I touch her, making me so turned on I can barely stand it.
"Take off your shirt, I want to - I wanna feel you." She grabs the hem and hurriedly twists it over my head, discarding it on the ground.
She runs her hands along my body, my nerves feeling shocked at every touch. She moves her mouth down to suck on my chest. It's actually a bit painful. She's getting really into it though, going a mile a minute.
Suddenly she sits up, a frown on her face.
"W-what's the matter?" I ask out of breath, about to explode.
"I feel dizzy," she pouts, placing a palm on her forehead. "I need to lie down."
"Okay, well let's get you off me." My surreal dream world is popped into reality. I nudge her soft thigh so she can gently lay on her pillows. "Want me to get you a shirt? Maybe water?"
"No- no, I'm okay. Just, can you cuddle me please?"
"Yeah, of course I can." She smiles and thanks me as I pull the blanket over us and she curls her body into me.
"We can make out in a minute, okay. That was really nice. I just need a minute. A minute," she repeats.
I fight an urge to laugh. Girls are so strange when they consume alcohol.
"Can I ask you a question?" she suddenly sounds serious.
"Anything." I try to keep apprehension out of my voice.
"What is your patronus?" Oh, thank god.
"A peacock," I smirk.
"Wait, what?" she asks, amusement in her tone, keeping her head against my chest.
"Yeah, I'm serious. A self-important, conceited, pure white peacock. It's really embarrassing actually. You best not tell anyone."
"Promise," she laughs into me.
"If Potter ever mentions it, you're dead meat."
"I know...I can't keep my eyes open," she mumbles.
"You're exhausted silly. So keep them closed and good night," I say into her hair, kissing her head and holding her tight.
"You're the best," she mutters into my neck. I can't stop grinning and I wait until her breathing becomes steadied before I get out of bed.
I settle her back in, grab my shirt and go into her bathroom. I shut the door and unbuckle my pants for a quick wank. That girl will be the death of me, I swear.
I finish quite quickly and flush the toilet, spent.
I look at my reflection before I put my shirt back on to see my chest covered in hickeys as well as my neck. Might regret it tomorrow.
Barely a week and we've come to this.
I think that clearly this means Granger and I are more than compatible, because she wouldn't do this unless she likes me, and I would do this, but I would've done more had I not cared about her feelings.
My only regret is that I didn't get to pet her pussy, I know she would've let me if I tried.
All well, at least she won't get upset in the morning.
But who knows, maybe Hogwarts won't be so bad. I'll see her every day and maybe we can sneak off the grounds.
After everything blows over.
God, no, it'll be horrible.
I shake my head, zip up my pants and go back in her room to her loveseat, lying back on it as comfortably as I can. I'd like to sleep next to her but she's practically naked and I don't want her to wake up like that in case she doesn't recall all this.
I stay awake, thinking about school, thinking about tomorrows paper, and about how strange this entire week has truly been until I nod off….all in all, a solid night.
Trouble in Gryffindor Paradise?
Reported by Imelda Ipswitch for the Daily Prophet.
Spotted: The Golden Trio with Draco Malfoy?
Last night I had the privilege of being invited to the grand opening of the hot new club Dragonblood, located in the renovated Knockturn Alley. In attendance was none other than Harry Potter himself. While he brought along Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and his girlfriend Ginny Weasley, another guest was with them. Previous Death Eater Draco Malfoy came as Miss Granger's date, but their outing was anything but romantic .
Pictured above are the pair clearly feuding in private at the bar. Earlier in the night, Malfoy was seen taking shots with Miss Weasley [pictured left], but he is not the only guilty party. Perhaps his actions were in retaliation to Miss Granger walking off with The Boy Who Lived [pictured below right], upstairs to the notorious 'make out' section of the establishment, which would explain Miss Weasley's co-operation in getting drunk with her boyfriends school nemesis. Nobody saw Potter and Granger's actions up there, who knows what escalated? I'd say the looks on their faces say it all. Ginny better watch her back.
Furthe ruining poor Miss Granger's night, Ronald 'Ron' Weasley (Granger's ex) brought an exceedingly attractive girl along with him. Reportedly Russian, the girl was a friend of George Weasley's (of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes) girlfriend, from her Beauxbatons days [pictured at the bottom]. They were heavily intoxicated, couldn't keep their hands off each other. My sources tell me that Miss Granger is filled with jealousy at the sight of her ex with another girl. She is 'merely using Malfoy as a ploy to get him back', using a refuted bad boy for attention. It is apparent that Malfoy too is using her for her rep. He only wants to be seen with her if it's in a good light. Friends notably from Gryffindor confronted her for her safety with her new beau, but she yelled at them and Malfoy led her away, isolating her from sane minds. As soon as the group saw me taking a few snaps of the wild night, they abruptly left, not even an hour later, snubbing the owner who invited them. How rude.
Granger better get her act together or she'll find herself alone, this relationship looks soon to be a failure.