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Truths and Consequences
With so many extra workshops and bonus lessons offered over the Easter Holidays, none of the NEWT students could really justify leaving school. They were, however, all stir crazy with overwork, and when it went around the school that the Slytherins were throwing a party, even Hermione wanted to go. It might technically be hosted by her greatest academic rival, but even she was at the point where if she read one more textbook passage she might scream.
‘You know it’s bad when Hermione wants to ditch studying to party.’ Harry teased as they walked to the Room of Requirement, having to dodge the half hearted swipe Hermione directed at him.
‘There is only so many times I can try to memorise my Ancient Runes textbook before all I can see is untranslated runic.’ Hermione sighed dramatically. ‘Plus blowing off some steam might be a good way to refocus, then I can study more.’
Ron groaned. ‘Don’t you dare turn this into some kind of brain camp, Hermione. I just want to relax .’
‘You’re so right, Won-won.’ Lavender simpered.
‘If Hermione isn’t allowed to bring up study, you two aren’t allowed to be cringe.’ Seamus gagged.
‘So please stop with the baby talk.’ Hermione rolled her eyes. ‘We’re all adults.’
Lavender looked ready to argue, but Parvati perked up. ‘There’s the door! This is going to be good.’
When they stepped in the room, a wireless was playing something upbeat and poppy, the lighting was shifting through different colours and patterns, and there was a buffet table piled with snacks, jugs of punch (clearly labelled alcoholic and non-alcoholic and completely different colours) and water, a dance floor where Luna was dreamily swaying off beat, oblivious to Vincent Crabbe trying to chat her up as she did, and a circle of beanbags and cushions that looked inviting. There was also a full wall of doors that each read “Toilet” with an “Occupied/Available” sign each - and as Pansy let herself out of one, the sign changed from “Occupied” back to “Available”. The other wall also had a door, but this one looked suspiciously innocuous. Finally, there was a last table with a cluster of potion bottles.
‘How in the heck do Slytherins party?’ Ron looked around amazed. It was true that Gryffindor parties were rarely this organised.
‘Correctly.’ A deep voice said to the side of them. ‘Hello Gryffindors! Come on in, you're the last house to get here.’ Blaise Zabini beamed. ‘We only have a few from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw though. I’m sure you all know Luna, Susan Bones, Michael Corner, Terry Boot and Padma Patil are also around. From Hufflepuff we have Hannah Abbot, Zachariaus Smith and Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernie Macmillian.’
‘And we’ve brought Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Parvati, Colin and Lavender…’ Harry paused, counting on his fingers and looking perplexed at the last finger.
‘And you , Potter.’ Draco snorted. ‘And from Slytherin, Blaise has already greeted you but we also have Theo, Pansy, Daphne, Goyle, Crabbe, Millicent, Elizabeth Nott and - unfortunately - Astoria.’
‘Oh Dray-Cay, you’re such a tease !’ Astoria trilled. She tried to grab his arm, but Draco neatly side-stepped her.
‘Glad you made it, Hermione.’ Draco caught her eye specifically. ‘Wasn’t sure we’d lure you away from your books.’
Hermione could feel her cheeks start to heat it and it got worse when Lavender spoke before she could even open her mouth.
‘You think you're shocked?’ She laughed shrilly. ‘Imagine how we feel? We have to live with her.’
‘And here I thought you’d all be giving thanks daily, given how often she helps you with your homework.’ Draco observed, eyebrows raised. For a moment, Hermione thought he’d defended her but realised he’d probably just been trying to annoy Lavender.
‘She’s our golden girl.’ Harry wrapped her arm around Hermione’s shoulder, tucking her against his side as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. ‘I’d have totally failed… well every year, if it wasn’t for this wonderful woman.’
Hermione smiled up at him.
‘So, who’s up for games?’ Pansy clapped her hands, smiling brightly. ‘If you all dare.’
The Gryffindor’s of course all rose to the clear provocation, Luna, Padma, Susan and Hannah also joined the circle of Slytherin’s and Gryffindor’s.
‘Is everyone familiar with the standard rules of Truth or Consequences?’ Eliza asked, holding up three items. One was an empty butterbeer bottle and the others were a pair of potions vials. ‘But I will go over the rules anyway… since we’ll be playing Slytherin style.’ She smirked as a cheer went up through her housemates.
‘It’s basically “Truth or Dare” with a forfeit if you turn the person down - paid by the issuer if the majority votes it was an unreasonable ask - and turns are determined by spinning the bottle. I think muggles split the game into two.’ Seamus explained in whispers, his half blood status coming in handy.
Eliza nodded. ‘Slytherin rules just add an extra twist.’ She placed the empty bottle in the centre of the circle, then held up one vial in each hand. ‘And these are why. We have these, courtesy of our resident potions expert.’
The Slytherins whooped for Draco and Vincent clapped him hard on the back, causing him to sway forward a little bit.
Eliza laughed, then held up the first bottle.
It was a bottle of purple glass with a dropper stopper on the top.
‘For those who pick truth, they have to put a drop of this modified Veritaserum on their tongue before the question is asked. Before you all protest,’ She looked around the other houses. ‘It's the one the Auror department uses, one drop one question.’ She held up the other bottle, which was larger than the first and in clear glass. The potion inside had a mother of pearl sheen to it. ‘This is what will be the penalty. A question not answered or dare not completed, a sip of this drink.’
‘What does it do?’ Padma asked.
Eliza laughed. ‘No idea. It’s one of Draco’s brews and only he knows what it does but don’t worry it’s nothing illegal.’
‘His mother would have his hide if he did something like that.’ Theo teased.
Draco laughed. ‘It’s milder than stuff you can buy in Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, it just adds to the fun… If that’s applicable.’
There was another round of laughs from the Slytherin’s.
‘So who’s in?’ Eliza asked.
No one left the circle.
‘Perfect! SInce I organized all this… I’ll spin the bottle first.’ She leant forward and spun the bottle.
It landed on Blaise, who grinned and instantly replied: ‘Dare.’
Eliza pulled a book from her bag. It was clearly a muggle book, and to Hermione’s horror she recognised it, her mother had tried to get her to read it. It had lots of coloured tabs in it, some red, some green, some yellow, some blue. ‘Spin the bottle and then pick a tab in the house colour of the student it points too.’ She smirked and held the book out to him. ‘Then you have to read out loud the corresponding passage.’
Hermione saw the look of shock and horror on Dean and Seamus, they both recognised it too.
Fifty Shades of Grey.
‘Reading aloud? And I finished primary school so long ago.’ Blaise laughed. He spun, it pointed at Hannah and he picked a yellow tab. He scanned the passage, smirked, and began to read, putting on a breathy voice.
There were several shrieks as he did, and Blaise managed three sentences before cracking up laughing.
‘Consequence! Dare Failed!’ Eliza squealed and giggled.
Draco cracked open the bottle and held it out to Blaise. ‘First casualty of the night.’
Blaise rolled his eyes and took the sip. There was a pause. ‘Oh, you bastard.’
Draco cackled. ‘Figured it out, huh? Look on the bright side, your turn.’
Blaise laughed, then spun the bottle.
Hermione stared at the bottle of Consequence, trying to figure out what it was.
‘Oh my, isn’t luck on my side?’ Blaise’s eyes glittered. ‘Little Miss Perfect herself. Truth or Dare, Granger?’
She looked up from the bottle and blinked. ‘Oh… ummm… Truth.’
The Slytherins all shouted out in protest. Even as Hermione reached for the small vial and put one drop on her tongue.
‘Noooooo, Blaise is the worst truth asker, you fool!’ Theo groaned.
Blaise smirked. ‘I’ll start soft, since it’s her first time. Don’t want to go in all rough and ruin the experience. So, Granger, you get one consequence free shag with anyone in the world. Who do you pick?’
Hermione hummed as many possibilities flicked through her head. She was having to bite her tongue to not blurt out an answer straight away. ‘One consequence free shag…’ She started, trying to stall for time to find someone else who could replace her first instinct. Then she hit on one. ‘Bill Weasley.’
Ron retched audibly. ‘Hermione! Gross!’
‘ Hard disagree.’ Harry piped up immediately.
‘Bloody hell. He didn’t even need to be on his turn for that one.’ Michael sniggered.
‘You have no idea.’ Neville laughed.
Hermione laughed. ‘What? He’s smart and hot.’ She shrugged, knowing that her cheeks were burning but proud of herself that she hadn’t blurted out the name of her stupid crush. ‘Working in Egypt clearly agreed with him.’
Blaise laughed too. ‘See? Easy mode suits you. Now come on, your spin.’
Very maturely, Hermione stuck her tongue out at him before she lent down to spin the bottle.
Draco arched one perfect eyebrow as the bottle slowed, pointing straight at him. ‘Go on then, Hermione. Dare me.’
They kept playing for the next two hours, until the bottle of Consequence was nearly empty. Hermione had had seven sips and had, after sip three, figured out what it was. She was trying desperately to not have any more.
‘What is the most outrageous thing you’ve done that’s no one’s ever found out about?’ Pansy asked at Hermione’s latest truth.
‘Brewed Polyjuice potion in the third floor girls bathroom in second year so Harry and Ron could, and did, sneak into your common room undetected.’ She said at once.
‘What the fuck is wrong with you? What did you do with your doubles?!’ Blaise blurted. He was nine sips in and now permanently flushed.
Hermione laughed. ‘Oh I spiked Vincent and Greg with a sleeping draught and Harry and Ron hid them in a supply closet.’
‘You did?!’ Greg gawped.
‘You didn’t notice waking up in a supply closet?’ Draco groaned. He had managed to get only four sips, the second least of anyone. (Harry was too much of a no holds barred player, his only two sips had come from dares he physically couldn’t complete.)
The pair looked at each other and shrugged.
‘Blame Harry!’ Hermione laughed. ‘He was the one who was convinced Draco was scheming something.’ She tried to ignore how easily his name rolled off her tongue.
‘What is the matter with you , Potter? How many times are you going to stalk me?’ Draco grabbed Harry, who’d been aiming for the snack table, and noogied him vigorously, making Harry yelp and squirm in protest.
Harry laughed and flailed helplessly. ‘You were acting weirdly!’
‘Yes, Harry, my mother was ill . That’s also why my father was in a massive grump when we were shopping.’ Draco rolled his eyes, apparently missing the shift to first names.
‘Yes and thanks to Hermione, I was able to discover this.’ Harry shrugged.
‘You’re mental.’ Draco’s eyes locked suddenly with Hermione. ‘Does Hermione get another turn or are we up to the twist round?’ He lifted the bottle of Consequence, squinting. ‘Hmm… I’d say five or six more forfeits.’
‘Twist round?’ Hermione’s eyes locked with his moonlight coloured gaze.
He smirked. ‘The Consequence pay-off.’
Hermione felt herself flush. ‘Pay-off?’
‘OOOO! What’s that?’ Harry was bouncing on his beanbag.
‘Since muggles added their own weird stuff to our games, we’ve nicked one of theirs to add in - a variation on “Seven Minutes in Heaven”. You take a drop of Veritaserum, starting from the person who's paid the most forfeits, and say who you most want to spend your turn with. You two go into that room,’ He pointed to the inconspicuous door, ‘and see what happens. You face the Consequences.’
Hermione felt her stomach drop even as butterflies erupted. ‘Oh my… who has the most?’
Everyone looked over at Lavender. She’d refused to do every dare and had had nearly fifteen sips.
She wailed. ‘That’s not fair! You didn’t say before we all drank that shady potion! What if it’s some kind of delusion potion?’
‘Calm down, I told you, Wheezes carries harder stuff than this in those Daydream charms. This just turns any lust you already felt up - about ten percent per sip. And yes, Hermione, stacking.’
Hermione’s mouth fell open. I’m so screwed.
‘That’s not fair!’ Lavender whined again.
‘It’s only lust you already feel Brown.’ Pansy rolled her eyes. ‘We’ve used this one loads before and it's never made anyone do anything they didn’t want to. It’s not like alcohol which lowers your inhibitions and rationale. So stop your belly aching, you're killing the mood.’
‘But I didn’t-’ Lavender wailed.
Seamus - who was second on ten sips because he was surprisingly cagey with truths - swiped the bottle from Draco and downed the rest. ‘There, sixteen, not you first. Done whining now, Lav?’
Everyone was staring at him in shock.
‘Damn Seamus… you’ve got balls.’ Blaise said as he held out the veritaserum. ‘One drop.’
Seamus did as he was told and - to very few people’s surprise - blurted out: ‘Dean!’
There was some whooping and clapping, a confused “but they’re both blokes ” from Smith that earned him a rough elbow from Justin, and Dean stood up abruptly and held out his hand to the blushing Seamus.
‘Seven minutes on the clock - the door swings open when you’re done, so keep an eye on the time!’ Blaise shouted after them.
There was a ripple of laughter, then the group went about saying how many sips they had had so that an order board was drawn up. After that they all joked and laughed, though the Slyhterins (bar Astoria, who smirked through them) pointedly ignored Lavender’s jokes about Hermione.
‘Lavender, quit it! We get that you’re worried Ron’s going to say her name but you bitching non-stop isn’t going to help you!’ Ginny snapped.
There was a beat of silence in which Hermione went bright red. She knew that most people had expected her and Ron to get together but she’d never liked him like that. But she also knew that Lavender loved parading around the fact that she beat Hermione at something.
‘Granger’s sexy as hell, I reckon at least three people are going to be saying her name.’ Blaise cut the tension with a laugh. ‘Just remember, anyone thinking they have an excuse to get handsy, this potion makes you more aware of your lust, it doesn’t diminish your power to control it.’
‘And we all know Hermione has a killer right hook… right Draco?’ Harry teased.
Draco pulled a face. ‘Utterly devastating.’
The door swung open, revealing a moaning, snogging, half-naked pair who panicked and scrambled for their clothes.
Pansy sniggered, deliberately malicious. ‘Lavender’s up.’
‘Fine.’ She snapped, before putting a drop on her tongue. ‘Ron.’
Ron, who had been pale since Consequences was explained, followed her in.
Three minutes later she stormed out of not only the “Heaven” room but the Room of Requirement altogether, shouting how awful he was.
Ron came out, pale. ‘Draco, your potion doesn’t work on me, I had no response at all!’
The room went quiet, even Vincent and Greg looked at each other, having clearly figured out what was going on before Ron.
Theo cleared his throat in the uncomfortable silence. ‘Ron… are you… well… what I mean…. Does… well… frankly…’ He wet his dry lips. ‘Ron do you actually lust after Lavender?’
Ron went scarlet. ‘I mean… She’s my girlfriend. She’s pretty. I like snogging her and stuff. That’s… y’know, fancying her, right?’
‘It’s just… well… the potion works…look at Dean and Seamus.’
That pair were curled up on one bean bag together, back to making out. Dean, sensing eyes on them, flipped everyone off, pulling Seamus closer.
‘Maybe I’m immune! Ginny, is it a family thing? How are you feeling?’ Ron panicked.
‘Like I could ride Harry like a broom.’ Ginny said with a smirk in Harry’s direction.
‘Sounds like fun to me.’ He smirked back.
‘And those two are only at two and six.’ Draco shook his head. ‘Who’s next?’
Most of it went rather predictably, though a few things stood out to Hermione. Padma genuinely answered “nobody” under Veritaserum and spent her seven minutes on a lecture on asexuality.
Ernie blurted out her name and spent seven minutes in a small, cosy room frantically apologising to her while trying to discreetly (failed on that point) probe her feelings.
Luna truthfully answered that the boy she liked wasn’t among them and then proceeded to tell them all about the magical creatures he’d introduced her over the Christmas holidays.
Pansy admitted Parvati's name. The two disappeared, blushing furiously, and when their time was up it was supposed to be Parvati's turn next so she stuck her head out the door, shouted ‘We're good!’ and closed it behind her.
And then it was Hermione. She could feel herself blushing as Theo held out the vial to her and she could feel the curious looks.
The potion tingled her tongue as it took effect.
‘So Hermione…’ Theo said softly. ‘Who in this room do you most want to spend your Seven Minutes in Heaven with?’
‘Draco.’ Hermione blurted out at once.
‘NO!’ Astoria yelled. ‘Dray-cay!’
Draco himself had dropped his drink (non-alcoholic punch) and was staring at her, wide eyed.
Astoria stamped her foot. ‘This isn’t fair , it shouldn’t apply to people who are taken !’
‘You didn’t give a shit about that when they pulled Lavender up, or when Eliza got called!’ Ginny shouted indignantly. ‘Besides, who’s Malfoy even “taken” by?’
‘Nobody.’ Draco shot Astoria a quelling look. ‘For the last time, I don’t care what BS your parents fed you, you’re not my betrothed. I don’t have one. Come on, Hermione!’ He stormed into the little room.
Hermione gave Harry a look clearly saying, oh no what have I done?
Harry shrugged and made a little shooing motion towards the door.
Hermione took a deep breath before standing and walking into the room.
Draco was leaning on the edge of a table that hadn’t been there when Ernie had pulled her in, and looking around. She was the third person to pull him in here - both Astoria (naturally) and Justin Finch-Fletchley (surprisingly) having already done so.
Hermione shut the door behind her, the soft click seemed to echo around the room, then she lent against it. She chewed the inside of her lip, trying to calm her racing heart and to ignore the heat between her legs.
‘So, even honour students aren’t immune to my fairy tale charms, huh?’ Draco quipped, giving her a smirk.
Hermione shrugged one shoulder. ‘You’re incredibly smart and you know how handsome you are… I'm only human.’ She tried to keep her voice normal, but didn't quite manage it.
Draco gave her a look that went straight to the flames inside her. ‘I’m not complaining. You’ll be back in here with me when my turn comes around.’ He was trying to sound careless, but she could see he was fidgeting with his cufflinks - he was one of the only boys in school who bothered to wear them - and she knew he only did that when he was nervous.
‘Am I now…’ She pushed off the door and took a couple of steps towards him. ‘I wouldn't have expected that.’
‘That’s because, for all your intellect is terrifying, your emotional intelligence is shocking.’ Draco teased, taking a few steps himself to meet her in the middle. He put his hands on her waist.
Hermione felt herself blush. ‘I didn't even think you liked me…’ She brought her hands up to rest lightly on his biceps, which she then dropped her eyes to. Her mouth falling open a little as she felt the muscle beneath her fingers.
‘You frustrate me.’ He slid his hand into her hair, his fingertips tracing across her neck and making her catch her breath. ‘It seems like, no matter how hard I try, I can’t get your attention - except in a bad way. But that isn’t the same thing as not liking you.’
She looked up, meeting his stoney gaze. ‘I could say the same.’ She whispered.
‘For two smart people, you’d think we’d have figured it out.’ He was almost half the dose she was, so logically he shouldn’t be feeling it much, but heat radiated off him and this close to his body she could tell he was hard, the visual concealed only by a feat of tailoring she’d have to investigate at a less critical time.
‘What really gets me… Is I'm sure Harry has… And that’s why he keeps orchestrating all these run- ins we've been having.’ She moved a fraction closer, letting her breasts brush against his chest.
‘Aww, he’s stalking me in your honour?’ Draco quipped. He rested his hand on her face, thumb brushing over her lips. ‘How kind of him.’
Her lips parted under his touch and she had to fight the urge to wet her lips.
‘You’ve gone quiet.’ He smirked. ‘If I’d known it was this easy, I’d just have kissed you back in first year.’
‘I’d probably have hit you.’ She whispered. ‘I think only after fourth year would it have worked.’
‘Oof. That’s a clear answer on the who first debate.’ Draco winced.
‘Since first year? And it's not that I didn't like you… I’d have thought it was a joke… Or a dare.’
‘Yeah, since first year. Crush at first sight and the more I saw, the harder I fell.’ He admitted, leaning in until his lips almost touched hers. ‘You?’
‘I've admired you since first year… So smart and confident… But crush…’ She blushed. ‘Start of third year… You’d had your first growth spurt that summer and you’d stopped putting all that product in your hair. It’s part of the reason I punched you… Because I liked you and… Well at that moment I sort of hated myself given how you were acting.’
Draco looked grim. ‘Yeah, I fucked that one up. I just wanted you to stop pushing so hard, it was scary. You looked like you were dying.’ He winced. ‘From your explosion, I take it that it came across more “You aren’t up to this” though.’
Hermione nodded. ‘Yeah.’
‘Probably would have been better if we were friends.’ He looked sheepish.
‘My friends didn't notice.’ She whispered, with a small shrug.
‘Of course they did, you idiot. Potter was beside himself. Granted, Weasley’s single functioning brain cell was only fixated on the damn rat that died or something.’ Draco shook his head. ‘You don’t realise when people care.’
‘Oh his rat didn't die. Crookshanks just got him arrested.’ Hermione blurted out. ‘I'm better than I was at seeing it… I just… I had to prove I belonged here… In this world.’
‘Of course you belong here, Granger.’ Draco laughed. ‘More than anyone I know.’ And then finally - fucking finally - Draco Malfoy kissed her.
Hermione kissed back at once, heat roaring through her.
He kissed her like they had all the time in the world, like he could explore each millimetre in turn, but she’d waited too damn long and felt too damn hungry for it for that. She pushed back against him, her tongue parting his lips, her fingers digging into his arms, forcing him to confront the delicious heat that had been building between them all this time.
And oh, she felt the moment when he snapped.
There was a growling moan, low in his throat, and suddenly that feather-light touch on her face and her waist was firm grasping on her thighs, hitching them up and lifting her to rest on his hips. His tongue snagged hers and launched a counter-attack, aggressively claiming her mouth for himself. He backed her against the wall and she was glad of its support because when his hands slid up under the hem of her blouse even the light skin to skin against her sides was enough to make her twitch and burn.
She moaned into the kiss, arching into his touch and tightening her legs around him. There was no way she was letting him move, not when it felt so good with him pressed up against her. Hermione could feel his desire pressing against her inner thigh, he was being a gentleman even with the potion raging through his system. That revelation sent another wave of heat through her and she felt her nipples pebble as she adjusted herself so that he was pressed right where they both wanted.
He panted, his hips rolling slightly. The friction was tantalising, but it seemed to have been an accident because he didn’t repeat the motion. He did, at least, keep kissing her, and his hands slid upwards, pausing at the band of her bra. His eyes met hers, questioning, soft, undemanding.
Hermione nodded, desperate for him to touch more, then she slowly, deliberately rolled her hips against his.
His hips rolled in response, firm and purposeful this time, creating a dragging friction right where she needed it. His hands moved up the curves of her breasts and oh was she glad Ginny had made her buy that stupid plunge bra because it was so easy for his thumbs to slip into the cups and give her achingly hard nipples the attention they so craved.
Hermione didn't even try to stop the moan, and she ran her hands over his clothed chest.
‘We have about sixty seconds.’ He growled. ‘And if anyone else puts their grubby paws on you, I might rip them off.’
Hermione whimpered in delight, even as her face flushed. With her exes she hadn't liked their possessive talk, it made her feel like she was just their possession but with Draco it sent waves of pleasure through her.
He squeezed her breasts with a savage grin, clearly pleased by her response. ‘Want to see something cool?’
‘Go on.’ Her voice had gone a little husky.
He closed his eyes, concentrating on something, and the wall behind them faded. Though there was no logical way it could exist without occupying the same space as the party room, there was now a small bedroom behind them. ‘Want to ditch the party?’
‘Definitely.’
Draco threw her down onto the bed and started pulling off his tie.
Hermione slipped off her robes and her tie, tossing them somewhere on the floor as well as kicking off her shoes.
‘Full naked?’ Draco asked as he pushed his trousers down past his knees.
‘Please.’ Hermione started working on the buttons of her blouse, it went slower than she would like as she would rather look at him than at what she was trying to do.
He tossed aside a pair of what looked like silk boxers and moved over to the bed, fully bare, and took over with a confidence and speed that only fueled her arousal more. He was careful, not popping a single button, but they were very much treated as obstacles.
Hermione ran her hands over the clear contours of his chest. ‘You look like you could be carved from marble.’ She whispered, awe colouring her tone.
He fumbled on the last button and when she looked at his face, he was blushing pink. ‘That… That’s a hell of a compliment.’ And oh Merlin she’d never seen him look shy before.
She undid the last button, leant up then slipped the blouse and her bra off in one fluid movement.
He pulled her knickers and skirt down in one movement and then his hands were back on her bare breasts, kneading them and seeming to hit all those little pleasure spots in circuits. It was too much more than she’d ever felt before and not enough to answer the flames that burned in her core.
She pulled him into another kiss, letting her body arch up to his, enjoying the skin to skin contact.
He pressed down against her, his tongue tasting her greedily. His hands were bold, roaming her torso. He dug his fingers in eagerly. It was satisfying a desire she’d never acknowledged that he wanted her so obviously. It was like their attraction to her was a dirty little secret to her exes, their regrettable lust for the bookish geek. But Draco was eager, he’d told her bluntly how long he’d wanted her and how badly he’d expressed it. And now he was glorying in her body with obvious excitement.
‘Draco.’ She moaned.
‘I’ve got you, Hermione.’ He kissed her, pulling her closer. ‘You’re sure about this?’
‘So sure… But umm… I’ve never…’ She blushed harder and couldn't meet his eyes . ‘I've never had sex. Nothing but a bit of over the clothes groping and making out.’
‘In that case…’ She could see his eyes darting thoughtfully. ‘Mind if I lick you first? It’s supposed to be the best way to relax someone the first time they get touched.’
Hermione gasped, remembering an argument, that had ended one of her relationships, about oral. ‘Only if it won’t kill the mood for you.’
Draco raised his eyebrows. ‘I believe I’ll cope.’
He coaxed her to lie down and spread her legs. He was a little surprised that she seemed so reluctant, and he made a point of kissing his way up her thigh, whispering soft compliments and trying to help her relax.
Hermione panted and gasped. She tried to relax and enjoy but she couldn’t stop wondering if this was a mistake.
Draco’s eyebrows drew together. His first few laps were against tense muscle, and when he tried to suck on her clit, her thighs tightened anxiously. He massaged her hips and raised his head. ‘Hermione? Are you okay?’
She sighed. ‘I don't want to ruin this… The chance of us… With… A chore.’ She chewed her bottom lip.
Draco moved up the bed and took her into his arms, holding her close. He kissed her softly and slid his hand into her hair. ‘Why would pleasuring you be a chore? It’s okay if you don’t enjoy it, but I like that there’s something I can do with a really low discomfort threshold and high pleasure output to make you feel good.’
Hermione blinked at him, clearly confused. ‘But… doesn't it taste bad? And feel weird?’
‘Not really? I only stopped because you seemed so tense and uncomfortable.’ Draco kissed her again. ‘The flavour is unusual, but not bad, and it actually feels kind of great on my tongue.’
Hermione watched his face closely, trying to see if he was lying. ‘You mean it?’
‘I mean it.’ He stroked her cheek. ‘I’d love to really taste you.’
Hermione lent into his touch. ‘I'm sorry… I got dumped because I once refused to blow my ex because he wouldn't go down on me.’
‘Sounds like the best end to that relationship. Fuck that.’ Draco pulled a face. ‘What do you want? Is it too uncomfortable, or would you like to try again?’
‘I’d love to try again.’ She blushed.
Draco moved down her body, and started lapping at her again, tongue gentle.
Hermione focused on him and the incredible sensations he was causing to cascade through her body. She moaned, letting her legs fall open for him.
He seemed to get more eager, and when she felt herself clench around his tongue he actually moaned out loud.
She whimpered, she could feel herself climbing rapidly towards the peak. ‘Draco… Draco… I'm… Close’
He pulled back a moment. ‘Go right ahead.’ And then he kicked it up , his tongue massaging her walls and his hands squeezing her arse.
Hermione cried out his name as she came hard, squirting all over his face. ‘Oh… Shit sorry!’ She panted.
He snapped his fingers and a handkerchief flew out of his robes into his hand. He wiped down his face. ‘Don’t be, that was hot as hell.’ He grinned and kissed her hard.
Hermione moaned in surprise as she kissed back. Her hands running over him eagerly, over his chest, back and shoulders then up into his stupidly soft hair.
He pulled her close to his body and moaned into her mouth.
Hermione pressed against him eagerly, her limbs still trembling slightly from the force of her orgasm. She felt his finger stroke along her slit and push in slowly, the stretch more relieving than uncomfortable.
‘Your moans are so sexy.’ He murmured against her lips. He flexed inside her, brushing delightfully across her g-spot.
She moaned softly, arching her hips to give him easier access.
He kissed her cheek. ‘Mind if I get myself off too? When we actually get to the sex I kinda want to last .’
‘Can I…?’ She blushed, but let her hand trail down his chest, stopping just under his belly button as she peeked up at him from under her eyelashes.
He blushed again. ‘Only if you want to.’
Hermione giggled. ‘Let’s see if I'm always good with my mouth.’
‘Oh you’re going to- yes, that sounds good!’ He gulped. ‘Ah, if you do it in a kind of… Not quite 69 then I can still touch you too.’
She giggled. ‘Sounds good, Draco.’ Then moved. ‘Like this?’
He kissed her stomach. ‘Good girl.’
She gasped as his words shot straight between her legs and she felt her face heat up.
He chuckled. ‘You liked that huh?’ Two fingers pushed into her this time, curling them into her g spot between thrusts, the numbers random so she could never be sure when she would get that sharp spike of pleasure. ‘That’s right Hermione, that’s a good girl… So pretty for me, so sweet.’
She pressed her face against his muscular thigh with a moan as she fluttered around his fingers.
‘Do you think you can take three, pretty girl? That would be so close to my size. What do you think? Can you be a good girl for me?’ Draco cooed.
Hermione whimpered but nodded. ‘Yes… Draco.’
Three fingers thrusting into her pussy was the best it had ever felt. It was like something she’d craved for a long time was finally fulfilled. He seemed to know how rough she wanted it, and as if that wasn’t enough, his constant stream of praise and affection had her writhing on his fingers.
After a few minutes, Hermione turned her attention to what she was doing. If she was being honest with herself, Draco was bigger than she was expecting but Hermione wasn't going to let that stop her. She started by pressing kisses up and down his dick, just letting herself get used to it and listening to his reactions.
His moans were, thankfully, a good indicator. They got lower and louder when he was feeling really good.
As her books had suggested, his tip seemed the most sensitive. So she focused on that, not just with kisses but also with her tongue. Licks got a much bigger reaction but he seemed to relax when she kissed him.
So after a minute or so, Hermione took the tip in her mouth and gave an experimental suck.
Draco moaned loudly and his hips jerked forward, thrusting into her mouth. ‘Shit… You okay?’
Hermione just hummed around him, rather enjoying the weight of him on her tongue.
Once he was in her mouth, it was less than two minutes before his moans took on a more rattling tone and he ground his fingers roughly into her g-spot. ‘Mione! Gonna-!’
She focused on the tip, whimpering in delight as she squirted all over his hand.
He filled her mouth with hot, salty cum and moaned her name.
Hermione swallowed as quickly as she could.
Draco moaned. ‘That’s hot too. You’re too sexy, Hermione.’ He sucked his own fingers clean. ‘Still sure about going all the way?’
Hermione nodded, even as she looked up at him from where her head was resting against his thigh.
He laughed and twisted her around, pulling her to his chest and cuddling her. ‘Looks like you need a minute.’
She rested against him, enjoying the solid feel of him. ‘Not used to having more than one orgasm at a time.’
He grinned. ‘That sounds like a challenge.’
Hermione laughed. ‘Well I've only done it myself before.’
‘Wow, your exes suck.’ Draco commented.
Hermione giggled. ‘I never let them get there.’
‘The comment still stands… If they aren’t worth getting there, they aren’t doing great.’ He observed.
Hermione turned and kissed him softly. ‘I don't really want to think about my exes right now. They always kill my mood.’
‘Well, I can help with that.’ Draco murmured. He started kissing her neck, working his way up to her ear.
Hermione tilted her head back eagerly. ‘Please…’
He sucked on her earlobe and let his hands roam her, one managing to get both nipples and the other stroking up and down her back.
Hermione moaned, writhing against him.
Draco easily stoked her mood back to arousal, and just continued plying her with pleasure.
Hermione soon turned and kissed him deeply. ‘Draco… Please…’ She whispered.
‘You’re ready?’ He checked.
‘I want you.’ She breathed.
‘Give me a moment…’ He grabbed his wand, muttering a couple of spells. She recognised both as contraceptive charms.
‘Thank you.’
He laughed. ‘As much for my sake as yours. No offense, but becoming a father this year would suck. I’d also like to actually date first.’
She blinked at him. ‘You’re not opposed to it… In the future?’ She whispered. ‘With me?’
Draco blushed. ‘I mean, I’m not saying I think we’ll definitely get that far. Just that… Well, I do want kids one day and if we got that far, I’d definitely want yours.’
She kissed him eagerly.
Draco moaned in surprise. ‘I didn’t think that would be a big deal to you.’
‘I like knowing where I'm heading…’
He kissed her. ‘Okay. I’d like this to lead to seriously dating. In a few years, if we’re doing well, looking to getting married. How does that… line up for you?’
‘Sounds like a plan to me.’ She breathed, butterflies creating a tornado in her stomach.
He grinned and rolled them so she was on her back. ‘Still in that mood, or not?’
She let her legs fall open, then moved them to cradle him against her. ‘Definitely.’
Draco kissed her as he pushed into her, big and hot and filling her so nicely that those butterflies tumbled over one another. He moaned her name. ‘Fuck, it feels good inside you.’ He panted against her lips, his grey eyes stormy.
Hermione panted and moaned, trying to keep relaxed even as she adapted to the size of him. ‘You’re rather big… This… I'm so full.’
‘Is that too much?’ He kissed her cheek.
Hermione smiled at him. ‘No, I’m getting there. Thank you for being so understanding.’
‘Of course.’ Draco played with her breasts gently, the pleasure helping her relax and adjust.
Hermione kissed him.
He kissed back. ‘Such a good girl.’
She whimpered in delight, fluttering around him.
He moaned low. ‘Oh fuck, that’s hard to hold still through. You’re such a little seductress, Hermione. You have any idea how good this feels?’
She whimpered, his tone having a delightful effect on her.
He rubbed her back. ‘Can I try moving a little, gorgeous? I’ll stop at once if it’s too much.’
Hermione nodded. ‘Please.’
Draco started to roll his hips, causing a ripple of electric pleasure that zinged up her spine and blew her brain alight.
Hermione moaned loudly, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders.
Draco moaned. ‘Fuck, you feel amazing, Hermione.’ He kept moving. ‘Oh fuck, I can see why people do this for hours.’
Hermione nodded, as her breasts heaved with each breath and moan. ‘Wow…’ She rolled her hips in time with him.
He kissed her, like he just couldn’t help it, like he was desperate for her. Their hips moved together and the pleasure and delight spread through her body. ‘Good girl, Hermione, oh so good.’ He panted, moaning and running his hands over her back like he wanted to destroy every particle of space between them.
Hermione wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to slip deeper inside which caused simultaneous moans to leave them.
It was getting messy now. Neither of them was planning moves, they were simply pushing their bodies, chasing the highs of the pleasure. Draco’s lips were everywhere, her neck, her mouth, her ears, her jaw, her shoulders, her chest. His hands found everything his lips couldn’t reach, like he couldn’t get enough of her. He was moaning out her name and his eagerness sparked and inflamed her own.
Hermione had always been told to not expect to orgasm the first time she had sex but to her shock she was climbing rapidly toward another peak. ‘Draco… Draco… Draco.’ She moaned.
He slipped his hand between them, his thumb rolling her clit, and he used his other hand to support her head, murmuring in her ear: ‘I’m here, my sweet girl, oh I love this side of you. No more little miss perfect, just my fucking sexy wildcat, moving so nice for me, feels so fucking good, Hermione, such a good girl.’
She clung to him, her nails digging into his back and shoulders. ‘Draco…. I’m…. Sooooo close.’
‘I know you are, pretty girl, you wanna cum with me?’ He purred, nibbling her ear lobe.
She moaned in delight. ‘Yes… please.’
Draco kept thrusting and, as he finished inside her, tweaked her clit and squeezed her breast, kissing her deeply.
She moaned into his mouth as she squirted hard around him.
His moans mingled with hers and they flopped together. Draco cuddled her as he eased out and he panted. ‘So good. You’re so good, Mione. So good.’
She rolled and snuggled up to him. ‘So are you.’
He pressed soft kisses to her head and held her close.
It was a good few hours before they emerged, by which time most of the party had cleared off, although Harry and Ginny were curled up in one beanbag, Luna was once again dancing solo, Blaise had Eliza on his lap and (not expecting anyone to suddenly appear) they seemed to be trying to have a surreptitious grind, and Theo had fallen asleep on the snack table, using the last of the sausage rolls as a pillow. (Suggesting he may be the reason the alcoholic punch was now empty.)
Eliza, going pink, gasped in shock, so loud that Theo jerked awake with a sausage roll stuck to his cheek.
‘Oops. Forgot you were here.’ Blaise laughed nervously.
‘Hey everyone.’ Hermione said, her arm around Draco’s waist and his draped over her shoulder.
‘Good evening, Hermione, Draco. Did you have a nice time?’ Luna asked pleasantly.
‘It was delightful, thank you Luna.’ Hermione smiled, letting her head rest against Draco’s chest.
‘Absolutely wonderful.’ Draco agreed, dropping a kiss on top of her head.
‘You missed Weasley storming out when it got to Ginny’s turn - obviously with you missing, her and Harry were back to back - and Ginny just said bluntly “If you don’t want to see us shag, spell the door shut when it opens.”.’ Blaise cackled.
‘I'm not gonna act like Harry and I aren't shagging like bunnies every chance we get, just because I'm his younger sister.’ Ginny stated as she ran her fingers through Harry’s hair. ‘I like and enjoy sex.’ She shrugged. ‘Just because his sex life is clearly shit.’
Harry yawned and nuzzled her breasts. ‘Mm, he said when they snog he gets kinda bored and it never goes anywhere. Congrats for finally getting it out there you two.’
‘Who wouldn't when their girlfriend calls them Won-Won?’ Eliza said with a roll of her eyes. ‘That baby voice is such a boner killer.’
‘Fuck you all, I’m jealous as shit.’ Theo yawned. ‘Luna, you don’t get to have sex with anyone either, you are exempt from my envy.’
‘Oh no, I'm having lots of sex. Rolf comes to see me whenever we can. Like Hogsmeade for a weekend of non stop sex.’ She smiled dreamily.
There was a beat of startled silence.
‘Bloody hell. Mad respect, Lovegood. It seems the name is apt.’ Blaise laughed slightly hysterically.
‘Fuck you all.’ Theo playfully grumbled, flopping back on to the sausage rolls.
‘If you're looking for dick Theo, I can introduce you to my second oldest brother.’ Ginny said, her tone half teasing, half serious.
‘At this point, Gin, I’m half tempted. Like… Is he hot or…?’ Theo laughed.
‘So hot.’ Harry clarified. ‘Charlie is the one who wrangles dragons for a living. Man is fit.’
Theo snorted. ‘What the hell, why not? My love life is a fucking disaster, I got cheated on twice and dumped by a fuckboy from Durmstrang and my one local crush came out of the “curious” phase and he’s not bi. A slightly awkward set up literally cannot be worse.’
‘Consider it done.’ Ginny said. ‘I'll make sure to ask you again when you're sober.’
‘Nooooo, he’ll wimp out.’ Eliza whined.
Draco laughed and pulled Hermione into his lap. ‘We should do this more often.’
Hermione cuddled close. ‘Definitely… Date first thought.’
‘Agreed… On that topic… What are you doing tomorrow night?’