A/N - This is just a fluffy little one shot, where there was no war. I hope you all enjoy.
A month before Hogwarts was due to come to the end of yet another successful year, The Three Broomsticks, down in neighbouring Hogsmeade, was doing a roaring trade on a Friday evening thanks to the party that was being held at the pub. To celebrate the end of their time at Hogwarts, the seventh years were having a party, arranged by the head students, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. A party to celebrate the end of their time at Hogwarts had been suggested at the beginning of the year, but no-one had expected the head students to be able to manage to persuade the headmaster to allow them to celebrate off school premises. The most the students had hoped for was a gathering in The Great Hall, but instead they were enjoying an evening out at the local pub.
While all the seventh years had received an invitation to the party, additional guests were there as dates of the seventh years, and their presence had been approved by the staff of Hogwarts. Any younger student thought not to be deserving of such a treat, thanks to their behaviour at school, hadn't been allowed to attend. Although even with the freedom the students had been allowed for the party, there was still a curfew and everyone was expected back at the castle by midnight.
As co-organiser of the evening, Hermione was half enjoying herself and half keeping an eye on things. A party like this was a first for Hogwarts, and she didn't want it to go wrong and for her reputation to suffer. She'd worked hard to persuade the staff that a party outside of Hogwarts would work, and that the students could be trusted, so the fact the party went swimmingly was important to her.
On her way back from one her trips behind the scenes of the pub, just to check with Madam Rosmerta that everything was okay and that there hadn't been any trouble, Hermione popped into the bathroom. She'd barely closed the door to the toilet cubicle when she heard the door swing open and a couple of giggling witches entered the room. She instantly recognised the voices as belonging to two of her fellow Gryffindors, and the two biggest gossips in the school, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.
"I've got to admit, this is a damn good party," Parvati remarked to Lavender.
"Yeah, Malfoy has pulled out all the stops," Lavender replied, causing the smile that had appeared on Hermione's face at Parvati's words to twist into a frown.
"I don't think he did this on his own," Parvati reminded her friend, and Hermione felt a wave of gratitude towards Parvati as she stood up for her.
"You think Hermione would have had anything to do with this?" Lavender scoffed. "Come on, Parvati. You know as well as I do that the girl is deathly dull. She wouldn't know how to party if her life depended on it. No doubt if it had been left down to her, we would be stuck with a few measly drinks and some sandwiches in The Great Hall. Being down here is clearly Malfoy's influence."
"You think?" Parvati questioned.
"Yeah," Lavender replied enthusiastically. "You've heard the rumours about how the Slytherins like to party down in the dungeons. I'd bet you anything that Malfoy has arranged all of this. Besides, don't you think Madam Rosmerta would have wanted payment of some sort for using the pub? And unless Dumbledore paid for the entire thing, which I don't think is likely, chances are Malfoy is footing the bill."
"Wow," Parvati gushed, sounding dazzled by the idea. "And you don't think Hermione had anything to do with this?"
"Do you?" Lavender countered with a nasty chuckle. "Do you honestly think she knows how to have fun?"
"She's certainly not the most light-hearted of people," Parvati admitted. "And I guess you're right, I can't see her organising a party in a pub. She'd probably frown on people letting their hair down and enjoying themselves."
"Luckily for us, Malfoy isn't the sort to let her walk all over him, so at least we've got a decent party to remember our time at Hogwarts by," Lavender remarked as she and Parvati finished whatever they'd entered the bathroom to do and left, not realising that Hermione had heard everything they'd just said.
Rather stunned at what she'd just heard, Hermione used the facilities and as she washed her hands, she silently fumed over the assumptions the pair of witches had made. They had actually hit the nail on the head with their theory that Draco was funding the party, as they had been required to pay for using the pub, and he'd offered to pay knowing that the school wasn't in a position to fund a party for the seventh years. However, he'd sworn Hermione to secrecy and she knew that if anyone asked him, he would vigorously deny putting his hand into his pockets to pay for the party. However, Lavender and Parvati had been totally wrong when they'd said the whole idea to use The Three Broomsticks had been Draco's brainchild. She had been the one to suggest holding the party somewhere other than Hogwarts, and she'd been the driving force in persuading the staff to allow it. If it hadn't been for her, the party would have been a low key gathering in the Great Hall.
The additional barbs about her being boring also hurt Hermione, as while she knew she was sensible and thought things through, she hadn't thought she was dull. Refusing to let Lavender and Parvati get to her, Hermione left the bathroom with her head held high, fully intending to return to the party and to enjoy herself. However, she'd no sooner re-entered the bar area when she heard someone mention her name. Pausing where she was standing, half-hidden beside a large plant pot containing a flowering bush, she could just make out what Terry Boot and Michael Corner were saying to Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan as they were sitting at a nearby table.
"I say we should be grateful the head boy was a Slytherin this year," Terry remarked.
"Hermione would have still organised something, even if Malfoy wasn't Head Boy," Dean argued, clearly defending Hermione from something that had already been said.
"But would she have organised this?" Michael countered. "Come on, you know as well as we do that this is all Malfoy's doing. The whole school knows it."
"Hermione will have been involved," Seamus argued.
"Yeah, because she had no choice but to go along with it," Terry snorted. "Look, I know she's your friend and everything, but you have to admit, throwing a decent party like this is not in her nature. I mean, she's nice enough, but damn is she dull."
"And you can't say you find her interesting either, as I notice neither one of you have ever asked her out," Michael added.
"And nor have her two best friends," Terry snorted. "There's a reason why Harry and Ron have never looked at her as more than a friend. She might be pretty, but she's boring."
"And you can't say Lavender and Ginny are boring," Michael said, referring to Ron and Harry's girlfriends. "They both know how to have a good time."
"Hermione knows how to have a good time, she's just more low-key than some people," Dean said, his argument sounding very thin and not that convincing to Hermione's ears.
"Yeah, Hermione is a nice girl and very good looking," Seamus added. "She's just not our type," he added quickly, and Hermione got the impression it was to pre-empt something either Terry or Michael was about to say.
"Because she is boring," Michael laughed. "Who wants to date a girl who doesn't know how to let her hair down and have fun? I mean, is she even here to enjoy this party?"
"I have seen her," Dean said. "Not that I know where she is at this moment as I can't see her."
"She's probably running around organising something," Terry remarked. "Not like Malfoy. He's been with his friends all evening, enjoying himself. Which proves what we were saying, this party is all down to him and we hit damn lucky when he was appointed Head Boy this year."
Not wanting to hear anything else, Hermione turned and slipped back out of the door that led to the bathrooms. However, instead of going to hide in the bathroom like a cliché, she continued down the short corridor and exited the pub via the back door. The back yard of the pub wasn't exactly visitor friendly, but Hermione found a couple of overturned barrels and sat herself down on one.
All alone, with the sounds of the party drifting through the night, Hermione let silent tears roll down her face. As if Lavender and Parvati hadn't been bad enough, but other people also thought she was boring. Truth be told she could have taken it from Lavender and Parvati as she found the pair of them shallow and frivolous and cared very little for their opinions. But the fact she'd heard other people talking made her wonder how many other people found her boring. Had they been right, and did Harry and Ron also find her dull? Is that why, for all they were really close, neither of them had ever seemed to look at her in a romantic light? Did she bore them, like she seemed to bore so many other people she went to school with?
Hermione sat for a while, wondering if she was as dull as people thought. She wasn't under any illusions and she knew she wasn't the easiest going of people. She liked order and she liked to be organised. But that didn't mean she was dull. She had fun with Harry and Ron, or so she had always thought. And so what if she wasn't obsessed with boys and fashion like Lavender and Parvati, it didn't mean she didn't know how to have fun. In fact if it hadn't been for what she'd overheard, she would have been inside right now, having fun.
Part of her thought that she should go back inside, and show people that she wasn't the dullard they all seemed to think she was. But she was no longer in the party spirit, and even though it would be proving exactly what people were saying about her, she rather thought she would prefer to go back up to the castle and curl up with her book. It would certainly be preferable than spending time with people who thought she was no fun.
Just as she rose to her feet in order to leave, the back door of the pub swung open and the Head Boy emerged. Assuming he was after some fresh air, or would be followed outside by a girl, Hermione turned to leave, only to be stopped by Draco calling her name.
"Where are you going?" he asked as she turned back to see what he wanted.
"I'm leaving because I'm dull, boring and don't know how to enjoy myself," Hermione replied bitterly.
"Who the hell said that?" Draco asked with a frown.
"It doesn't matter," Hermione said with a sigh as she flopped back down onto the barrel she'd been sitting on.
"What's going on, Granger?" Draco asked, perching on the second overturned barrel. "You've been lobbying for this party all year, and if it wasn't for your hard work, we wouldn't be here. So why aren't you in there enjoying yourself?"
"You do know everyone thinks you've organised all this, don't you?" Hermione asked. "After all, you're the party animal and I'm just the dull bookworm."
"What has gotten into you?" Draco questioned. "I've never seen you do down on yourself before."
"It's not like we're the best of friends," Hermione scoffed. "Until the start of this year, we've struggled to say a civil word to one another."
"True," Draco agreed with a bob of his head. "But I thought we'd moved past that. I thought that we had become friends of a sort this year."
"We have," Hermione conceded. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I've just heard a few things about how boring I am, and how I don't know how to have fun and enjoy myself."
"You are not boring," Draco insisted. "You're quite self-contained, and you're quite cautious and like to think things through, but you are not boring."
"Sounds boring to me," Hermione scoffed. "I don't want to be self-contained and cautious."
"Then don't be," Draco retorted. "Even if it's just for one night. Let yourself go, and do something you would never normally do. There has be something you want to do, that you've stopped yourself from doing because it doesn't make sense, or could lead to trouble."
"There is something," Hermione admitted in a small voice.
"Then go and do it, Granger," Draco urged. "Go and grab what you want."
Heeding Draco's advice, and feeling impulsive after the condemnations of her character she'd just heard, Hermione leant towards her fellow head, and taking him completely by surprise, she kissed him. Draco's surprise only lasted seconds, and it was then Hermione's turn to be shocked when he returned the kiss with passion and their tongues danced around one another.
"What was that?" Draco asked breathlessly when they finally parted.
"Me, grabbing what I want," Hermione replied boldly.
"You want me?" Draco questioned, sounding surprised, despite the searing kiss they'd just shared.
"You're the thing I want, but have sensibly stopped myself from doing anything about it," Hermione said. "As we've already said, we've barely spoken before this year, and while your opinions of muggleborns might have changed, you still come from a old pure-blood family and your parents will have expectations of you. We're a bad idea, Malfoy. Yet, I still want you."
In response to Hermione's words, Draco planted his lips over hers again, and pulled her into another heated embrace. As they kissed his hand wandered down her body, and Hermione gasped as his fingers brushed over her clothed breast. Breaking the kiss, Hermione silently got to her feet and tugging on Draco's hand, she pulled him up after her.
"Where are we going?" he asked in bewilderment as she pulled him towards the dark alleyway which led around to the front of the pub.
"I may be being wild and impulsive, but I'm not an exhibitionist," Hermione retorted. "I don't intend to give anyone who comes outside a free show."
Once hidden in the seclusion of the alleyway, Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and pulled him back into a heated kiss. She was thoroughly enjoying embracing her wild side, and quite honestly she'd wished she'd done it sooner. It was rather exhilarating, tucked away in a dark corner snogging the hottest boy at Hogwarts.
"See, I told you that you weren't boring," Draco joked in between heated kisses as his hands travelled down to her hips, where one of them ventured up underneath her top.
"Maybe you've just brought out my wild side," Hermione retorted with a moan as Draco's questing hand reached the lacy material of her bra.
"If I'd known you fancied me, I would have told you to go after what you wanted sooner," Draco retorted with a smirk. "Just think of how much fun those heads meetings would have been."
Chuckling at the thought, Hermione let her own hands have a wander, and she found herself trailing her nails over Draco's toned torso, while her other hand ventured further south and teased the bulge in his trousers. Although Draco's hands were also pretty active and while the hand under her top had slipped inside her bra, caressing her soft skin and pebbled nipple, his other hand had expertly flicked open the catch on her jeans and had slipped between her thighs.
"How wild do you intend to get?" he asked as they continued to kiss while their hands teased one another.
"Very wild," Hermione returned in a breathless voice. "Tonight, I am going to let my hair down and have fun. I'm taking your advice, and grabbing what I want."
"So I feel," Draco joked, smirking wickedly at Hermione. "So maybe it's time to move this private party somewhere more secluded."
"You mean a bed?" Hermione questioned, wanting to make sure she wasn't getting the wrong end of the stick.
"Oh yes, there are things I want to do to you that can only be managed in a bed," Draco replied. "Besides, I'm not the sort of wizard to take a witch in a back alley."
"Could have fooled me," Hermione gasped, well aware that the entire time they'd been talking his hands had been inside her jeans, teasing her through her underwear.
"I suppose there are a few things I'm willing to do in a back alley," Draco retorted, re-capturing Hermione's lips as his adventurous fingers slid past the flimsy barrier of her underwear.
Any retort Hermione could have possibly made fled from her mind and her words dried up as Draco's fingers expertly worked their magic between her legs. Clinging onto Draco, all she could do was surrender to the feeling and go along for the ride as Draco touched and caressed her, all the time whispering in her ear all the things he wanted to do once he got her into his bed.
"Oh god, Draco," Hermione cried, finally finding some words as stars began to shoot behind her closed eyes and her body began to tremble in response to Draco's ministrations.
"I wish we could apparate straight into Hogwarts," he muttered against her neck, breathing heavily despite the fact it was Hermione who had just experienced bliss. "I want you so badly."
"So you're not doing this because you feel sorry for me?" Hermione checked in a small voice as she started to come down from her euphoria.
"You think I feel sorry for you?" Draco questioned, pulling back so he could look Hermione in the eyes, even though they couldn't see each other that clearly as it was dark in the alley.
"I was feeling pretty sorry for myself before you came along," Hermione admitted.
"Do I seem like the sort of wizard who doles out sympathy shags?" he snorted. "Believe me, Granger, I don't do pity. I like you, and if I'd know you liked me, I would have made a move a long time ago. But I figured my past behaviour had ruined any chance I had, and I considered myself bloody lucky to have the bit of friendship you've shown me over the last year."
"Maybe someone should have called me boring earlier in the year," Hermione suggested with a laugh. She was pleasantly surprised by Draco's admission, but she wasn't going to question if he was just placating her as she was enjoying not overthinking things for a change, and she didn't want to doubt either herself or Draco and ruin what was looking as though it could be a damn good night.
"I think that little display proves you are not boring," Draco remarked with a chuckle as he finally removed his hand from her jeans. "Boring girls do not let boys pleasure them in dark alleys."
"Or take them back to their beds for further enjoyment," Hermione said with a smile.
"Your bed?" Draco questioned. "Are you planning on showing off our little liaison in the morning?"
As head students both Hermione and Draco had their own private room in their respective house. The private room was only active when a member of that house was either Head Boy or Head Girl, and there were no charms on the rooms forbidding anyone of the opposite sex to enter. Meaning that they could use either of their rooms for a bit of privacy.
"Damn right, I am," Hermione laughed. "Now do you think you can apparate us up to the school gates? I would do it, but I'm still slightly lightheaded."
"Just wait until I get you back to school, then I'll show you lightheaded," Draco boasted, wrapping Hermione securely in his arms as he pulled his wand from his trouser pocket.
Draco managed to apparate them back up to the school gates without incident, which saved them a walk through the village and the ten minute hike back to the gates. Now they just had to walk up to the castle, which took less than five minutes.
By the time they arrived at the castle curfew had passed, but Hermione knew that just because students weren't allowed out in the corridors, they wouldn't all be in bed. In fact on a Friday evening she was betting the common room in Gryffindor Tower was still rather packed.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to my room?" Draco checked, hesitating at the bottom of the main staircase and looking towards the stairs that led down to the dungeons.
"I'd rather go to mine," Hermione replied. "And don't say you're not curious about Gryffindor Tower. I'm sure you're itching to come up and be the big bad Slytherin seducing the innocent little Gryffindor in her own room."
"You Granger, are not innocent, you're a right little minx," Draco laughed, nuzzling at her neck as they began their climb up to Gryffindor Tower. "And I rather think it's you who is seducing me."
Laughing and kissing the pair made their way up to Gryffindor Tower. There was a brief moment when Hermione thought her plan wasn't going to work when The Fat Lady questioned Draco's presence. But luckily having spent the last seven years being the perfectly behaved witch paid off and The Fat Lady allowed Draco access to Gryffindor Tower because he was with Hermione, and she vouched for him.
As Hermione suspected the common room was still pretty packed when they entered. However, the noise soon petered out as the younger students stared with open mouths at the sight of a Slytherin in their midst. And not just any Slytherin, but Draco Malfoy.
"Don't mind me, I'm just here to ravish your Gryffindor Princess," Draco declared jovially as Hermione led him towards the staircases. "I do hope you know a silencing spell, Granger, or else these Gryffindors are going to get no sleep tonight," he added in a loud voice as she led him up a short staircase, located in between the two usual staircases that led to the boys and girls dormitories.
"You are evil, Malfoy," Hermione laughed, entering her room and slamming the door behind them.
"That is exactly what you wanted," Draco retorted. "You brought me up here for a damn good reason. You want everyone to know what we're up to. You want to prove to everyone that you are not dull and boring."
"I do," Hermione confirmed with a nod. "But I also want you. I'm not using you, Malfoy. I want you to know that."
"You can use me all you want, I know I'll enjoy it," Draco replied, pulling Hermione back into his arms. "I wasn't joking about the silencing spell, so I hope you do know one."
Luckily Hermione did know a spell, and even though she was fairly sure the room was soundproofed, she added her own spell just in case. While she didn't mind people knowing Draco was in here with her, she didn't want them to hear just what they were getting up to.
With the silencing spell in place, the couple fell back into each other's arms, and picked up from where they'd left off in the alley behind The Three Broomsticks. Hands were soon wandering, and within moments both Hermione and Draco had shed their tops. Smiling at the sight of Draco's firm torso, Hermione's hands trailed downward and when she eased down the zipper on Draco's trousers, she was rather surprised to find he wasn't wearing any underwear.
"I'm not a fan," he explained with a shrug.
"I'm not complaining," Hermione replied breathlessly, licking her lips as Draco removed his trousers and she was faced with him in all of his glory.
"I rather think you're overdressed now," Draco announced, pulling Hermione right up against his naked form.
"I'm sure we can soon fix that," Hermione returned, sliding out of her own jeans, leaving her in just her bra and knickers.
Removing her bra, to Draco's appreciative gaze, she was just about to slide her knickers down when Draco stopped her.
"I want to do that myself," he said, moving her backwards and gently pushing her onto the bed.
Sliding backwards so that she was lying in the middle of the bed, Hermione smiled at Draco as he followed her onto the bed, hovering over her. Bringing his lips down onto hers, they shared a lingering passion filled kiss before his lips set off on a trail down her body. Hermione moaned in satisfaction and arched her back as he lavished attention on her breasts. Slowly his attention drifted south and Hermione raised her hips slightly when he slid her underwear down her legs. Kissing his way back up her legs, he eventually buried his head between her thighs and Hermione cried out in pleasure as his talented lips quickly brought her to her second orgasm of the evening.
"I wonder how many times I can get you to scream my name tonight," he chuckled, pulling himself back up to kiss Hermione. "Do you know you've called me Draco twice tonight, and both times at the height of your pleasure."
"It is your name," Hermione pointed out with a chuckle.
"Yes, but usually you call me Malfoy," Draco countered. "I like it when you call me Draco."
"In that case, Draco, I'll do it more often," Hermione replied as they began to kiss once again.
In the midst of their passion filled kisses, Draco effortlessly slid into Hermione and their bodies began to move seamlessly with each other. For a long while, the only sounds in the room was their bodies moving together and the moans and pants of their enjoyment. Their talking and banter was forgotten as they lost themselves in their passion, and the pure ecstasy of being together so intimately.
When they tumbled over the edge, it was within moments of each other, and Hermione wasn't the only one to use her lover's forename. For the first time that evening, Draco used Hermione's name as he cried out his pleasure.
"Wow," Hermione sighed shakily after taking a few moments to recover her breath. "That was good."
"That was only the beginning," Draco vowed. "I hope you don't plan on sleeping tonight, Hermione."
"You can last all night, can you?" Hermione laughed. "That is some stamina you've got."
"I'm an eighteen year old wizard, I've got a lot of stamina," Draco promised. "And I intend to make this a private party to remember."
Laughing, Hermione reconnected her lips with Draco's and their erotic dance started all over again. And true to his word, Draco kept Hermione awake most of their night. Not that she was complaining, as it was one of the most memorable nights of her life.
After a passion filled night, Hermione and Draco spent a lazy morning in Hermione's bed. They were too exhausted to make love yet again, but neither did they want to get up and end the bliss that encompassed them. However, as lunch time approached they both knew that reality would soon be intruding and they would have to go back to their normal lives.
"How do you fancy going down to Hogsmeade next weekend?" Draco suggested.
"On a date?" Hermione questioned in surprise. She wouldn't have been shocked if Draco has suggested a repeat of their night of passion, but this seemed to be more than that.
"Don't look so horrified, you've just spent the whole night with me," Draco chuckled. "Is a date really that unimaginable?"
"What about your parents?"
"I wasn't planning on inviting them to join us," Draco joked.
"That wasn't what I meant," Hermione tutted, slapping the blond on his arm. "I can't imagine they would be happy about last night, but spending the night with a muggleborn like me is very different to dating one."
"It's not like I'm proposing to you, Hermione," Draco pointed out with a laugh. "I'm suggesting a date. After all, we know we're sexually compatible."
"But won't your parents object?" Hermione pressed.
"For all their traditions and beliefs, however wrong I now know them to be, they are still my parents. And I am their son, their only son. When push comes to shove, they will support me in whatever I want to do. But that is a problem for the future. Don't overthink things and just go with your gut. Do you want to go out with me?"
"Yes," Hermione answered, not letting herself think about the reply. Going with the flow had worked out brilliantly the previous evening, so why not try it again. Why not try and break free of the girl who thought everything through and only acted when she knew what the consequences were going to be. Why not live life and enjoy herself.
"It's a date," Draco replied with a grin. "And while I would love to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, I have a quidditch practice this afternoon. And don't you have a reputation as a dull, boring witch to destroy."
"I do," Hermione laughed, jumping from the bed.
Luckily Hermione's room came complete with its personal bathroom, so Draco could clean himself up before he left. Of course, he couldn't change his clothes, but that didn't matter. The fact he was leaving wearing the clothes he'd been wearing the previous evening was just proof that he'd spent the entire night.
"Are you ready?" Draco asked with a devious grin as they prepared to leave Hermione's room.
"I am," Hermione confirmed, grinning back at Draco before she led the way down to the common room.
When they entered the common room, Hermione was thrilled to see that Lavender and Parvati were both in residence as they were sitting beside the fire with Ron, Harry and Ginny. In fact it looked as though most of Gryffindor Tower were present, and given the room fell silent the moment Hermione entered, she figured they'd been waiting for her to show her face. Or rather, for her guest to make an appearance.
Ignoring the fact every eye was on them, Hermione and Draco casually walked over to the doorway, where Draco then turned and gave her a searing kiss as a goodbye.
"Last night was amazing," he said, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "I'm looking forward to doing it again sometime. I just need some time to recover, you've worn me out."
"I never noticed any tiredness on your part," Hermione retorted. "You kept up brilliantly."
With a low chuckle, Draco gave her another parting kiss and promising to speak to her later, he sauntered out of the Gryffindor common room, looking very much like a very satisfied wizard. As she turned back to face the other Gryffindors, in particular her stunned looking friends, she made a mental note to thank Draco for everything he had done for her. and given their antics of the previous evening she could think of several creative way in which she could say thank you.
"Do you think it's too early to head down for lunch?" she asked her friends, who were still gazing at her with open mouths. "I've missed breakfast, and I'm starving. I really seem to have worked up an appetite."
Turning to follow Draco out of the common room, aware that Harry and Ron at least would soon come after her, Hermione couldn't help but smile. She knew full well that her dull, boring persona had just been blasted out of the water. No-one would ever call her uninteresting again. She had just proven to the school, and more importantly to herself, that she knew exactly how to let her hair down and have fun. She knew how to be impulsive and reckless, and how to be wild. And to top it all off, she might even have got herself a boyfriend out of it. But even if nothing more developed between her and Draco, they would always have the previous evening to look back on, and Hermione knew their private party would be one she would remember for the rest of her life.
The End.
