A/N!!! Christ almighty this is long chapter (oops!) also MATURE WARNING for the end of this chapter, if you'd rather skip it just read to the third separation line.
Also I went back and tinkered with last chapter too, sorry but there were things that wouldn't have matched down the line. I've got this story pretty planned out now so hopefully there won't be any more of that.
After their lips parted Hermione took a breath in and looked up at Malfoy. "Do you know how long I've waited to do that?" he whispered. She shook her head. This only added to the list of questions she had for him. Hermione opened her mouth to begin to ask but he spoke first. "You're going to be late I think."
"Oh shit you're right!" exclaimed Hermione, picking up the things she'd dropped when he pulled her in. She started up a few steps and turned back to look at him. He smiled and stood there, watching her. Hermione blushed and turned around, finishing rushing to class. She opened the door as Trelawney was speaking and received a raised eyebrow. A paper landed on her desk a few minutes later. More tardy work.
Hermione thought about what had happened as she picked at the food on her plate. She hadn't decided if she was going to tell Ginny, and that made the thought feel heavier. Ginny sat down next to her and her hoard of pals followed suit. They all started talking about this and that, about the big Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch match that had been scheduled for Friday night. "You're going to the game, right Hermione?" Dean Thomas asked. She really couldn't care less, but Ginny volunteered her presence, "Of course she's going, she wouldn't miss seeing her favorite player in the air!" Ginny giggled and poked Hermione, who instantly caught on to the double meaning of her words. Hermione grinned back at Ginny, determined to give nothing away. "Yeah ok, I'll be there."
"And the after party?" Dean asked further, "I hear its going to be the craziest dungeon party yet, you'd be a fool to miss it." Hermione sighed. She supposed it would be good for some of the obvious drunks to see her face and at least pretend to hide their contraband. Being a prefect kind of sucked. Sure, she appreciated having her own room and access to the prefect bathrooms, but it also meant she had to lay down the law. Before the War she had patience for stupid misbehaving and pointless punishments. But after? She just didn't see the point. You don't have to see many people die before you realize that there are always bigger mistakes to make than a little drinking on the weekend. Besides, most of the 7th years were of legal age. "Sure," she heard herself say, and the table erupted in cheers. They all knew that if Hermione was there they didn't have to hide their drinking as much, Mcgonagall trusted Hermione and often didn't check on the parties she attended.
She quietly excused herself, explaining that she needed to get started on her Divination tardy work. She could feel Malfoy's eyes on her as she walked out of the dining hall. Blushing as she turned the corner, Hermione hurried off to her room.
After finishing her work and being sure she wouldn't be late to class again, Hermione left for Divination. She thanked her stars she didn't run into Malfoy again, she didn't know what she would have done if she had. She walking into the classroom, right on time and Trelawney smiled at her. Hermione smiled back and rolled her eyes as she sat down. She began to look around the classroom and noticed Malfoy turned towards Trelawney's desk, asking some further questions. She smiled down at her books and got out a quill for class. He thanked her and turned to leave, spotting Hermione. She could have sworn she saw a faint bit of blush on his cheeks but with his back turned again, she couldn't tell for sure.
Trelawney walked to the front of the room and began speaking. Hermione's eyes grew heavier and heavier, until finally the time was up. She packed up her things and started for the stairs, when Trelawney stopped her and said, "Thank you for being on time today, Hermione. The Stars truly do wait for no one." Hermione smiled again and rolled her eyes again as she walked out the door.
Hermione usually got ready for quidditch games with Ginny, the latter girl's way of making sure Hermione would go. But when Gryffindor played she would get ready by herself. She put some product in her hair to help smooth out the curls, and went to her closet to put on red and gold. She remembered an emerald ring her parents had given her that sat in her jewelry box, and put it on. She stared at in for a second before deciding not to think about it, and headed for the door. In one arm she carried her coat, knowing it would be freezing in the November air, and in the other a red foam finger. The corridor was bustling with other students headed toward the pitch, and she found people she knew pretty quickly. Luna made a comment about spackwurts on the lawn and commended Hermione for her solid shoe decision. As they walked out into the air Hermione put the coat on and wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. This game had better be worth the terrible temperature.
They found places in the stands between some Ravenclaws and Slytherins, and not soon after the game began. After the War the house rivalries had waned. People had stopped caring so much about who belonged where, seeing how harmful it could be. That's why the after party was in the dungeons. They were the biggest and not a single person from the whole 7th year couldn't fit down there. It was nice that every house celebrated the winners after the games. It also made it easier for Hermione not to pay attention to the games.
This game especially, she didn't care about the plays or the score. She was watching one of the seekers zip around in the air. He was gorgeous. Green and silver suited him, his beautiful blonde hair pushed back in the wind. Hermione wondered how much colder he was, higher up there and more exposed. The snitch must have gone low because she watched as his shirt rippled in the dive he pulled to chase it. He flew past her seat, and Hermione's eyes followed him. "Draco is marvelous in the air, wouldn't you agree?" Luna's voice floated to Hermione's ears. She turned back her head toward Luna, and in that moment she realized she'd been staring. The whole time. Hermione had thought it was just her eyes following Malfoy, but it had been her whole head. Mortified, she bobbed her head up and down and excused herself for the bathroom.
In the bathroom Hermione stared at her reflection, wondering what had become of her. It was embarrassing, really, to have just blatantly stared as someone she proclaimed to hate. Hopefully Ginny hadn't noticed. She heard a cheer erupt from the stands and Hermione knew the game had been won. At least she had spared herself from the field rush at the end of the game. She could hear a chant come up from the crowd, but couldn't make out which side had won. She quickly collected herself again and left the bathroom, knowing there would be a swarm of "after-game pee-ers" or so Ginny called them.
Hermione walked back towards her room, not sure what to do with the time between now and the party starting. She knew there were already some kids down there, getting an early start on the night. But it was only eight-thirty, and Hermione didn't love the idea of being there for four hours. Instead, she walked down to the kitchen to grab some snacks. "Everyone loves the girl who brings snacks," she thought. She sat and chatted with a few of the elves before leaving, noting that they all had aprons on over their little dungarees. "Good." Hermione thought.
With a charmed basket full of food she headed to the party. There were some kids talking in the corridors as she approached the common room and their conversations fell quiet as she walked by. No matter how hard she tried, people either saw her as a Goddess Golden Girl or a Goody Two Shoes. Either way, they weren't keen to talk to her. The volume increased as she entered the so called "Snake Pit" and she heard Ginny cheer as she entered. "HERMIONE!!! HELLO!!! I MISSED YOU!" Suddenly people were looking at her and she found a butterbeer in her hand. She looked around to make sure it was safe to drink and Luna nodded at her from next to Mclagen and the keg in the corner. Hermione took a sip, smiling. "Oh Hermy oh I'm so glad you're here, oh come here, come here, did you want a shot? Have you had any yet? Oh Hermione you've got to match me!" Hermione laughed and gave Ginny a hug, shook her head and pushed the little glass in Ginny's outstretched arm away. "Oh what?" she heard a newly familiar voice say, "the Golden Girl can't handle a little firewhiskey?" Malfoy's hand reached for the shot and downed it. Not about to be outdone by a clearly inebriated Malfoy, Hermione responded, "I just prefer something a little cleaner. Does anyone have some vodka? Or maybe some rum?" Malfoy laughed and leaned in toward her ear. "You think these kids have vodka or rum? Fancy, Granger, fancy." She could feel his breath on her skin again. "No, just take a few of these and you'll forget all about your fancy people drinks."
"My fancy people drinks? Shocking lack of self awareness there Malfoy." But Hermione agreed, and took what he handed her quickly. Ginny rushed over to her again after having wandered off when Hermione originally declined. "Oh my gods Hermione you're talking to him?" Hermione looked at Ginny with panicked eyes. Ginny was drunker than she thought. "Do you think he knows?" Ginny thought she was whispering but Hermione knew Malfoy heard her. "Fuck." she thought. "Draco, be a dear and get me two more of those please?" she asked, batting her eyelashes for an added joke. He raised his eyebrows and said, "As you wish, Golden Girl."
Hermione grabbed Ginny's arm and pulled her closer. "Ginny oh my gods, shut up! He definitely heard you! I'm so screwed!"
"Definitely heard me? Hermione he definitely heard you!" Ginny twisted her arm out of Hermione's grip and spun her around. "What do you mean? I hope he heard me, I'm not nearly drunk enough for this," Hermione laughed.
"No, stupid," Ginny replied, "you called him 'Draco'!" Hermione's jaw hit the floor. "Well fuck me-", she said, just as Draco walked back up and handed her the first shot. She drank it quickly and motioned for the second one. He handed it to her and she drank that too, chasing it with her butterbeer. "Damn." she heard him whisper under his breath. Hermione smiled up at him and looked at his lips. He looked back at her and his hand went to touch her elbow when Ginny began to pull her the other way. "Thank you," she mouthed as Ginny dragged her away, further into the pit. He smiled back and watched her begin to mingle and hand out sweets from her bag.
Hermione was having a good enough time, drinking and dancing and talking and drinking a little more. As the night went on she knew she was going to have to use her prefect privileges to leave later than curfew, because as people left the room showed a complete disaster. Ginny found her again when she was going to leave, holding Luna's hand. Hermione raised an eyebrow at the two but Ginny gave her a look that said 'mind ya business' so she did. Soon enough it was just a few small groups milling about, collecting drunken friends and heading down the halls to bed. Draco walked up to Hermione and asked how she was feeling. "Pretty good, all things considered," she smiled at him.
"Have you ever seen the inside of a Slytherin dorm?" he asked. Hermione raised her brow again. "Are you asking me to follow you to your room?" she questioned. Draco shifted, bringing a bottle of firewhiskey to his lips again. "Only if you want to," he said, offering her the bottle. Hermione thought about it for a minute before taking the bottle and putting to her lips. She took a few gulps and coughed. "This shits nasty," she commented.
He laughed. "Let me take you to a fancy place and I'll buy you all your fancy drinks." Hermione laughed, as if she would ever go out with Malfoy. "Well, where's this room of yours?" Hermione began walking towards the dorms, "I wanna be impressed." He pulled her waist and redirected to a different hallway and leaned toward her ear. "You will be." Hermione felt all hot again, just like on the stairs.
She quickly looked around for any prying eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck and diving into his mouth. She kissed him for what felt like forever until he kissed her back. Hermione sighed into his mouth and smiled. He pulled away and asked if she was sure she wanted to go back to his room. Hermione nodded and brought the bottle to her lips again. He snatched it right quick before anything went down her throat and drank the rest of the bottle. "Hey!," she said, and hit him square in the chest. He caught her wrist and walked her past a few doors. He stopped at one on the right and bowed to her before opening it. Hermione giggled and curtsied before walking into the room.
Her eyes took in the deep velvets and beautiful greens, wishing she had worn something prettier than her ugly red and gold ensemble. She turned to look at Draco and pulled his arm, walking the few steps between them and the bed backward. He kissed her again then and they fell backwards onto the bed. Hermione pulled their mouths apart and wasted no time getting his shirt off, wanting to see his chest again. She threw the quidditch jersey toward to door and ran her nails over his skin. His kisses grew heavier and sloppier as he tried to get her shirt off, breaking the kiss again to get it over her head. "Gods Granger you have beautiful tits." Hermione laughed and shook her chest a little. She'd have to admit, hooking up with those people before had really helped her confidence in the bedroom.
He lay on top of her and used his knee to separate her legs, and she let out a little moan. Draco kept kissing her, until he moved lower with his mouth, until he pulled off her bra and began licking her tits. Hermione moaned again, it just felt so good. She took her hands off his back and tried to feel between his legs. Something rather hard was hiding beneath his pants and she wanted a look.
Hermione pushed him off of her and quickly stripped off her pants, pushing her hips into the air to get her jeans off her waist. Their hips touched and as soon as Draco moaned Hermione was done for. "Take these off," she tugged at his trousers, "right now." she whispered hoarsely. He did as she asked and Hermione sat up at the edge of the bed. She grabbed his hips and yanked his pants to the ground. There he was, throbbing and beautiful. Hermione lowered herself to her knees and grabbed him in both hands. Draco gasped and his knees buckled. "Oh my gods Hermione please," he begged.
She licked the tip and slowly started moving her mouth lower and lower, until he was bruising the back of her throat. He started to convulse and Hermione knew he wouldn't last much longer. Up and down she went, sucking and licking and gasping for air until finally he started a shout. Her throat filled with warm liquid and he pulled his dripping cock out of her mouth. A string of curses left Draco's mouth and backed up to lean against the wall. Hermione stayed on her knees, and worried that he had changed his mind about the whole thing.
"I wanna taste you, Hermione," he said, taking a few steps forward and lifting her up from her knees, "is that okay?" Relief flooded her veins and she nodded while laying back on the bed. She watched as he got to his knees, fingers toying with just about the ugliest knickers in the world. He kissed her over the fabric and Hermione shuttered. "Oh you're wet," Draco commented, sounding very pleased. "Is this for me?" he asked, looking up into Hermione's eyes. She nodded noiselessly, mouth open and gasping for breath as his fingers rubbed over her covered clit. "What did you want me to do here?" he asked, knowing full damn well what she wanted. But she gave in and begged him for more,
"Please touch me more. You promised!" Hermione gripped the duvet with both hands and pushed her hips in the air.
"Did I promise?" Draco mocked her, "I don't think I did." His finger continued to rub up and down until finally pushing aside her knickers. Hermione gasped and moaned as his fingers swirled around. She felt them pry at her pussy, one finger, two fingers, pumping in an out. She cried out, begging for his tongue. Until there it was, and she could have married him right there. Two fingers fucking her and his beautiful lips sucking at her clit. "Ohh fuck yes," she let out, "fuck yeah oh gods Draco." She felt the sucking get harder and her pussy was pulsing like it never had before. She felt hotter and hotter until finally she let out a cry as she peaked. He continued to finger fuck her through it and only pulled his mouth off to suck on her nipples again.
"Can I fuck you?" he asked. Hermione nodded. "Hermione I need you to say yes out loud for me, okay?" Draco had stopped all operations completely.
"Oh my gods yes please fuck me Draco, I obviously want you, we've gotten this far!" Hermione threw up her hands exasperated, and almost missed the contraception charm he cast wandlessly. Her jaw dropped as she realized what he'd done, and she felt another rush of attraction toward him. Draco lined his cock up and looked her in the eyes. "Last chance Granger, still say yes?"
"OH MY GODS. Draco if your dick isn't in me i-aughhh yes yes yes fuck yes." He had slammed into her mid sentence, but she wasn't going to complain. A chorus of yeses and moans filled the hot sex air around them. Draco's eyes were watching her boobs bounce up and down every time he thrust into her.
Hermione grabbed his ass to pull him in further, and he moaned at the new angle she offered. Hermione felt another orgasm build and she moved one of her hands to touch her clit. "Holy fuck that's hot," Draco panted as he continued to rock into her. Her pulsing walls and bouncing chest was making it difficult for him not to cum again so soon. Thankfully Hermione let out another yell, surprising both of them that she came again so soon. She felt her pussy get coated with his cum and knew he had arriven too. Hermione pulled his chin towards hers and began kissing him again. They made out for a while before crawling under the covers. "You called me Draco four times tonight," his voice was raspy as they cuddled under the covers. Hermione laughed and moved closer to him. Sleep took them both shortly after.
The following morning Hermione woke up in a bed she didn't know, in a room that wasn't hers. She had a headache and her legs were sore. She looked around the room and it all came back to her. Hermione looked next to her and found Malfoy still sleeping next to her. "What. The. Fuck." she thought. Quickly and quietly she gathered her clothes and put them on. She picked his up too and folded them on her side of the bed. She checked in his bathroom for a hangover potion and found two. Hermione unstopped one and drank it quickly, shuttering at its taste. She set the other on his bedside table. Hermione filled a water cup from the bathroom and set it next to the potion. She took one last look and slipped out the door.