Author's note - you know, I really didn't remember what happened in this chapter until I read it tonight. And then I realized how many mistakes I've let get past me, and I know there are probably some here too. Life is just really busy for me and my normal beta, so I'll hope you'll forgive me for any errors. They are completely my own. Please enjoy this chapter. This was the longest Black Friday of my life so I am going to bed now.
Warning? There is a lot of talk about sex in this chapter, several pairings mentioned. It's not smut, it's just talked about. I assume if I don't mention it that someone will so I thought I'd just throw it out there.
Chapter Eight
Draco had moved her flowers into her bedroom before he left the next morning, shortly before she had to leave. He'd asked for her keys, tossing her the remote to unlock her car - for when she made it out of bed - and told her he would start her car for her. It was freezing, and there would be enough time for it to heat up while she got dressed.
She was still crawling out of bed when he'd left, and he dropped a kiss to her forehead, and she told him she would call him later. She was sure she absolutely didn't deserve him, and she felt the searing guilt as she remembered each little thing over the last year that had given away how he felt.
First and foremost, he'd always watched her. For a bit, Hermione was able to brush it off as he was just looking after her. He was her boss, and semi friend - it had taken at least another month after having a threesome with him in the middle for her to look him in the eye - and he was probably just concerned with how a shy bookworm was going to affect his business. Daphne had been the one to coax her into getting out more, to being more open to well, anything, and everything. So when she'd caught the sight of him looking so furious when Regulus Black picked her up one night, she had just thought he was surprised, and that maybe he was angry she was seeing a guest. Not that Regulus ever caused a scene.
She felt every bit of a fool now that she had merely thought he was being her friend when they went to dinner with Daphne, and eventually Theo. For the most part, Hermione was able to avoid him outside of working hours, and she knew it had been the way it needed to stay. He tested her self control, clearly.
Hermione pulled a pair of jeans from her closet, and a dark blue blouse. Her hair was fucked, too fucked to waste time brushing the knots out when she needed to leave immediately to arrive on time. She'd spent the entire morning curled up to him, tracing a scar on his chest that held her attention. And when she pressed her lips against every inch of the scar that stretched across his chest, he'd lifted her into his lap.
Draco was insatiable. There was no doubt about that, and he murmured the excuse of how he had a lot of time to make up for when she mentioned it.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned, her brush dropping with a loud clatter to her vanity as she held her hair up, fingers stretched as she was about to tie it up. Until she saw the fucking huge mark he'd left on her neck. There was no amount of makeup that could cover that up.
There was a missed call from Tom Riddle on her phone when she slid back into her car, and her stomach dropped. Calling him back through her car's bluetooth, she locked her doors out of habit, and leaned back in the seat.
"Riddle," he answered, and he sounded as pretentious as ever. "I was hoping you would return my call, Miss Granger."
She tapped her fingers against the steering column. "I apologize for missing the call in the first place. I was in the middle of an exam."
There was a sound in the background that sounded like rustling papers, as if he were sifting through mountains of paperwork. Doubtful, she was sure a man like Tom Riddle had someone organize his shit for him. "Draco called me yesterday. I thought it would be best to contact you on one of your days off. Less likely that he would be with you."
"Hmm," she replied. "I already paid you back for that loan, and I have a receipt -"
He laughed, the sound rolling off his tongue sounded dark, and she shivered. "Yes, I'm quite aware that you were insistent that I write out a receipt for you."
"I barely know you; I couldn't be too sure that you wouldn't say it never happened." Hermione said quickly. "Why are you calling me?"
"Like a I previously mentioned," he retort was barbed, and she could so clearly imagine that he was rolling his eyes, clicking his tongue at her. "Draco called me earlier yesterday. The only reason this concerns you at all was because he was explaining how he had discovered why the Shrieking Shack was losing profit by such a large margin. He was insistent that the problem would be resolved rather quickly, and he was sure he would be able to pay me back in larger sums."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she gripped her steering wheel tightly. "I see." She muttered.
Tom chuckled. "You haven't told him then. Why is that, Miss Granger? I very highly doubt he would be upset you had gone and meddled in his business; from what he's told me before, you're adept at meddling."
"Yes, too bad I can't put that in my skills section on a resume. No, I haven't told him. And I fail to see how that is any of your business." She snapped.
"It would be best for him to learn the truth from you, Miss Granger."
Hermione pressed the end call button several times, much too aggressively, before hanging her head. Eaten by guilt, she already knew that it would be worse because they had had already spent so much time together. The late nights at the club, going to early breakfasts nearly every night when she got home from work, and the previous night he'd stayed at her house. And to tell him now, of course it would be worse, but to wait even longer?
She didn't want to think of the ramifications.
It was a horrible idea to put it out of her head, but she did. The last thing she genuinely wanted was to ruin a night before it began, and while she didn't think Draco should be upset about it, she knew he would be.
So she didn't tell Daphne - he would have known because of her big mouth before the night was over - either. And when Hermione pulled into the parking garage of Draco's flat, her friend reached over to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly, with the words that she didn't have a reason to worry really, and she reminded Hermione that Draco was crazy about her. And it just made her feel worse.
Though in the company of Theo and Draco, she would let those worries slip away, because it was too easy to be sucked into having a good night with friends. And that's what she stuck with, that Malfoy had been her friend before he became...well, whatever this was now. It wasn't as if she'd taken the time to ask him. The talking they did during intimate moments were heated, never serious, and she wasn't sure how she could look him in the eye when she felt like she was lying to him.
It turned out to be incredibly easy because the moment he opened the door, he yanked her forward by the front of her blouse, and pressed his lips to hers feverishly as if he hadn't just left her twelve hours earlier. There was yelling, and obnoxious clapping from Theo, who yelled almost directly into her ear.
"I thought Malfoy was fucking joking." He exclaimed, tipping a tumbler to his lips. "Fuck, how did you finally win her over, mate?" Hitting Draco on the back with an open palm, with enough force to send Draco stumbling into her - his fingers gripping her waist possessively - Theo was grinning ear to ear.
"Yeah, the bitch didn't even tell me at first either." Daphne said. "However, now that we have that out of the way, what were the two of you thinking when you decided to start without us?"Daphne waved toward the already open bottles of booze.
It was refreshing to see her best friend making a fool out of herself. Daphne Greengrass was never awkward, but Hermione had to muffle her laugh against Draco's shoulder. Daphne nudged Theo in the ribs, stretching up to grab the glass from his hand. And he stepped backwards from her, raising it with a smirk as she tried to reach up to get it.
Hermione recognized it was an opportunity for Theo to peek down her shirt, and to get the blonde pressed against him. It worked marvelously until he slipped on the rug, and dumped the whiskey over both Daphne, and Hermione. While it soaked Daphne, and her shirt clung to her curves, only a few droplets landed in Hermione's hair.
Daphne didn't miss a beat. "Well, if I have to lose my shirt, everyone else should suffer the same." She said, gripping the hem of her shirt, and tugging it over her head.
"That's my bra." Hermione pointed out, glaring at her as she posed in the sapphire blue lingerie, her tits nearly spilling from the cups. "And I'm not taking off my shirt just because," Draco's thumbs slid between the hem of her shirt, and her jeans as if he were seconds from tearing it over her head. "you're clumsy at flirting."
Daphne glared at her. "Well, I propose we should make a game out of it. For every thing that someone says they haven't done, that you have done, you take a drink, and you take off an item of clothing. And no wimpy shite like a sock here and there. If my tits are out, yours will be too."
Hermione turned to look at Draco. "How dreadful, they're going to learn how flat chested you are."
He snorted. "Sure, Greengrass, I'll play along." He tugged Hermione into the kitchen, out of sight of their friends as he picked her up, and set her on the counter. "Do you have a plan for getting them together, or have you thought that far ahead?" He murmured, moving his lips along her jaw. His grip on her hips was rough, and she could just imagine how easy it would be for him to take her right her on the counter.
She shook her head slowly. "I was sure I'd be able to think of something. I didn't want it to be too obvious what I was doing."
He nodded, sliding his hands under her top. "I doubt Daphne will notice what you're doing no matter how obvious it is. I know how jealous she gets; I've grown up with her."
Hermione's grip tightened in his hair when he pulled her bra down, his fingers moving against heated flesh. "You're sure that you're okay with this? I might have to snog him, or I - fuck!" She hissed when he pinched her nipple.
"Just don't fuck him," he paused. "unless I'm fucking you too. Even if you snog him, Granger, it's my bed you're staying in tonight."
She nodded breathlessly. "If I ever do want to have a threesome with another man, I assure you it will not be Theo." Hermione shuddered at the thought of it. "He's like an older brother. I don't even want to think of his cock anywhere near me."
Draco snorted. "Yes, well, I can be rather creative with toys while I'm buried inside your tight cunt." He hinted, his hand sliding down the front part of her jeans.
Her breathing hitched at the thought -
"Oi, what's taking so long with - Malfoy, get your hand out of Hermione's knickers!" Theo shouted, and the back of her head connected with the overhead cupboards.
"They weren't in her knickers yet." Draco deadpanned, reaching around her to pull four shot glasses from the cupboard. "Alright," he muttered, holding them in one hand, and lacing his fingers through Hermione's as he led her back into the living room.
Hermione sat on the couch, kicking her heels off, and tucking her legs underneath her. Holding out her hand for the shot Draco handed to her, she waited for him to sit behind her before leaning bac. "Daph can start since she's already lost an article of clothing." Hermione suggested.
Grinning, her friend nodded, holding her glass up before saying "Never have I ever had my arse fucked."
Hermione swallowed the bitter liquid before tugging her top off, but she didn't blush at all. Until Draco whispered in her ear. "Who was that?" He asked softly, kissing soft skin on her neck. "I'm genuinely curious."
She shook her head. "I wouldn't want to make you jealous."
He nibbled her ear lobe. "Quite the opposite. You like to get fucked, and I'm not upset to hear about it. And Theo has her distracted, so come on, Granger."
She swallowed. "Sirius, and Regulus Black." She whispered, and his fingers pinched her nipple through her bra. "In Sirius's shop. Regulus and I had a fling - it was short - and Sirius walked in on us once. They fucked me on the floor, over the hood of a car."
"What are you two whispering about?" Daphne asked, and she clammed up, pulled out of a memory where the Black brothers had stretched her holes, and fucked her while the shop was still open, and anyone could have walked in to see her clinging to them both.
"Nothing," Hermione chimed, ignoring the shaking of Draco's chest as he laughed behind her. "Never have I ever sent my mum a video of me playing with myself by mistake." She dissolved into giggles when Daphne rolled her eyes, drinking, and then leaning back to shimmy out of her jeans after she'd kicked her shoes off. "It's still funny."
"She tried to take me to a nunnery." Daphne scowled. "A nunnery!"
Draco spoke from behind her, voicing that it was his turn. "Never have I ever been sucked off while driving."
Theo took the shot, "Not that it was anything great. I thought Lavender was going to bite my prick off." He shrugged, choosing to take of his trousers first. "That bird had some sharp teeth."
"Well, that's why you don't go around putting your prick in anything that had tits." Daphne scolded him, and Hermione would have recognized the jealousy anywhere. And also because she'd had to listen to her friends complaints when Theo had taken Lavender Brown to dinner.
"Never have I ever been fucked in the loo at the Shrieking Shack." Theo said.
Hermione shared a sheepish look with Daphne before they both drank. Hermione pushed her jeans off, and Daphne unclasped her bra. With her tits out, her nipples stiffening against the cool air of the room, Hermione considered the fact that she might not have to do anything at all. "We didn't fuck eachother." Daphne blurted.
"Then who did you fuck?" Draco asked, and if he was irritated she'd been fucked by someone else inside of his club, he didn't show it.
"Well, we," Daphne was so clearly struggling with it, and so maybe they had agreed not to say anything, but -
"Charlie Weasley." Hermione said simply, followed by, "His younger brother might be the biggest bastard I've ever met in my life, but," she shrugged.
"You are such a dirty girl," Draco whispered in her ear, his fingers trailing along her spine. "Before you think I am, I'm not upset. I fucked someone inside of the club too." He chuckled when she huffed, not liking the sound of that at all.
And so round the game went. Hermione lost her bra to a statement by Theo, who said no one had ever gone down on him in a shop, and Hermione begrudgingly admitted technically, Sirius's mechanic shop was a shop. And Regulus had set her on top of the desk, and spread her legs. She was surprised, and grateful mostly, that Draco didn't get angry about it. She'd had her own experiences, and so had he, and it was refreshing to talk about so openly.
She lost her knickers Daphne saying she'd never spanked until she couldn't sit down. That experience belonged to Draco, who during the night she'd spent with both him and Daphne, she'd argued so fucking much that he'd bent her over his lap, spanking her while he told her to count. And to thank him for every single one. She was wet just thinking about it, and she wanted to be in that position once more before the night was over.
All four of them were drunk, so fucking drunk. Her head was spinning. The man behind her had long since lost his trousers, his underwear, and everything else. So had Theo, and Daphne was naked before the rest of them. And considering Draco Malfoy could not give less of a fuck who saw him touch her, no one batted an eye when he rubbed her clit. And yet, they were still playing for absolutely no reason at all except for a good time.
"Never have I ever had my throat fucked," Daphne said.
Hermione grinned, taking a drink. "Last week."
"Laid her across my desk." Draco said simply, and then though no one but her was surprised, he lifted her up and slid inside of her tight cunt. She gasped, settling into his lap, and adjusting to the thickness of him. "She loves to take cock down her throat." He murmured, brushing his thumbs across her nipples.
Theo's gaze didn't linger on her; he'd been too busy drinking in the sight of Daphne all night. "Fucking lucky. I haven't gotten sucked off in so fucking long."
Hermione bit her lip. "I could fix that."
Daphne's head snapped up to look at her. "What?" She snapped. "I think the fuck not." She hissed, moving toward Theo.
Hermione looked back to Draco. "Do you think that will be enough?" She whispered, rolling her hips against him. He nodded, leaning his head toward them. In the seconds she'd liked away, her friend had probably been the one to make the move, but that was enough. "Bedroom now." Hermione gasped. She slid off of him, standing and letting him lead her to his bedroom.
But then he stopped, and faced her, a mischievous smirk on his face, and she knew he was in trouble. "I think I'd like to fuck you here," he murmured, guiding her back toward the couch. "You like to be watched don't you, little girl?"
She nodded.
I did not, did not remember this was a cliff hanger until I reached the end of my (mediocre) editing. I AM SO SORRY, but rules are rules so one chapter per week. (Unless you change my mind -kidding.)
Warnings for next chapter include a bit of femslash. It's pretty small in comparison to the story itself. Anyway, I feel it necessary to ask (I want to know your honest opinion, and it's okay if it's not your thing!) if you would be interested in reading outtakes of Amorous. The most popular being the Draco/Hermione/Daphne scene that will 100% be written. But there are several past instances here that I would be interested in writing if you are interested in reading.
See you next week!