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My guidelines for the
Hermione-fic-a-thon were for a fluffy/comedy, with a pairing of Hermione/Snape,
Hermione/Sirius, or Hermione and Draco.
At least I think it was an or.. :) (Evil triangle plot bunnies
forming).
A/N- I thought about my criteria, and it
was the only thing I could really come up with.
I guess I’m better at writing angsty sad fics. So yes, the story is slightly cliché. And before anyone asks, no I don’t think I
wrote anyone out of character. Think
back (depending on how old you are) to that first one that you fell for, and
how you would jump through hoops of fire if they asked. That’s how I wrote Hermione, as a love sick
woman. She’s not really OoC, just a
little crazy from love. J I wrote the rest of them as
typical horny teenagers too. At least,
that’s how my friends and I were when we were their ages.
What had always been there
NC/17 DM/HG
Hermione’s
red swollen eyes swept over the room.
She ticked off all of her mental checks in the clip board otherwise
known as her mind. She wanted everything
to be just perfect.
Never-ending
bottle of his favorite wine -
Check
Lots
of throw pillows - Check
Satin
sheets on bed -
Check
Dressed
in favorite color (which happens to be a teddy) - Check
Hand
dipped chocolate strawberries - Check
Magically
enchanted CD player with mood music - Check
Enchanted
candles on walls - Check
She
knew that their fight had been entirely her fault and she wanted to make it up
to him. She needed to make it up to
him. She needed to win back his
affections.
She
had been plotting now for days, ever since the huge fight. Today was the day to fix it all. He had a Quidditch practice and she knew it
would be a long one. He would come back
to his rooms feeling good about his team and himself. He would be in a great mood and more willing
to listen to reason. Her
reasons.
She
had thrown rose petals on the ground.
The path started at the door of their common room, and led straight into
his bedroom. There he would find her
waiting. The charm that she had set the door with would lock them in the room,
as well as put up sound proof walls. She would apologize, he would accept, and
after a little wine and persuasion she would be showing him how sorry she was.
Quidditch
practice had been a little harder than usual.
They were making sure that everyone was especially prepared for the
match against Ravenclaw next week. Their
new seeker was exceptional, a direct quote from Harry Potter. Ravenclaw also had one beater who was nearly
as big as Hagrid. Well, not really but
it almost seemed like it at times. They
had been practicing their defensive moves and the entire team was absolutely
beat. The steam rose from the heat of
the water and the mood in the shower room was jovial. Blaise Zabini
grabbed a towel and began to dry himself quickly. He was dead tired and wanted nothing more
than to get back to his quarters and sleep until morning. He dressed and prayed that Hermione was in
the library or with her Gryffindor friends.
He really didn’t want to talk about ‘them’ anymore. It was over and done with. It had been fun while it lasted, but he had
had his reasons too. Without waiting for
any of the others, he left the locker room.
He found several students waiting outside the room, including one person
he really didn’t mind seeing. She
smiled warmly at him and suddenly all thoughts of sleep were forgotten.
“Hey
Blaise,” Mandy
said as she slithered over to him, throwing a little extra ‘swing’ into her
hips. “I was watching you out there
tonight, and you were looking great. You
really know how to handle that broom, don’t you?” She smiled as she trailed a single finger
slowly down his chest.
He
returned her gaze. “I’ve always been
told I’ve got great broom skills. Some
say I’m the best in Slytherin.” His
innuendo didn’t go unnoticed.
She
smiled even wider. “Well I would love to
find out for myself.” She reached down
and wrapped her hands around his belt, and tugged him off towards her room. He willingly followed.
A
few short moments later, Draco came out of the locker room. ‘Damn, I missed Blaise.’ He thought to himself.
Thinking that he headed up to his
quarters he started up the staircase towards the head boys’ room. He gave the
portrait the password and stopped when he walked in. There were some funny looking red pieces of
garbage on the floor. He knelt and
picked one up. Rose petals? His brow wrinkled in confusion, and then he
realized. Granger. She must have taken it on herself to
redecorate the common room. He walked
into the common room, making sure that he didn’t trip on the slippery
petals.
“Hey Blaise! What did
you want to talk to me about?” Draco
said as he walked into the room. The
door slammed shut behind him as he crossed the threshold with a resounding
thud. He looked around the room then,
and almost wished that he hadn’t been paying so much attention to the
ground. There was the Gryffindor head
girl, Hermione Granger lying on Head Boy’s bed.
She was wearing a little blue lacey thing that left little to the
imagination. Like a normal male, his
body responded immediately and then his mind realized what he was seeing.
Hermione’s
head whipped up. “Malfoy? What are you doing here?” She had grown used to seeing him, seeing that
he was her boyfriend’s best friend. The
two of them had had more than a few civil conversations. The animosity of their first few years had
been forgotten, their childish bickering was no more. In short, they had both started to grow up.
“Uh,
I was looking for Blaise. He said he
wanted to talk to me, and I missed him after Quidditch practice. I thought he would be here.” Draco eyed Hermione’s nearly nude body, and
then looked away. “But since he’s not
here, I guess I’ll be going.”
“Great. Just great. All this work for nothing.” Hermione said, walking towards Blaise’s
trunks. She was trying to find something
to cover herself with.
“I’m
sure Blaise will appreciate it.” Draco told her, trying not to look again.
“No
you don’t get it. We’re stuck here
Draco.” She wrapped a robe around herself,
covering her body from Draco’s eyes. “ I charmed the door to remain locked until daybreak.”
Draco’s
brow wrinkled in confusion. “You charmed
the lock? You know compingo? I’m impressed.”
“You’re
familiar with the charm then?” Hermione
asked.
“Yeah,
my dad used it on me a few times when I was little. That’s a pretty unpopular spell, you
know. It’s not a spell I’d expect you to
know.”
“Well,
there’s a lot of things about me I don’t think you
know.” Hermione said. Her attitude changed quickly, and she went
over to the plate of strawberries she had brought in. She took them over to the bed and began to
eat the berries, one at a time, savoring the sweet juices.
Draco
looked around the room then. “I’m sorry
I interrupted your romantic evening with Blaise. It looks like you went through a lot of
trouble.” He spotted the bottle of wine
chilling in its bucket and gestured towards it.
“Mind if I have a glass?”
“No, not at all. Help
yourself. We’d might
as well drink it. We’re going to be
stuck together for a few more hours.”
Draco walked over to the small table that held the wine. He poured two glasses, and then offered her
one of them. He took one of the
strawberries on her plate and nibbled at the chocolate.
“So
was it a special occasion?” Draco asked.
“Special occasion? Uh, no.” Hermione
sighed, and took a rather large swig from her glass. “I was trying to fix things. We got in a huge fight two nights ago and we broke
up. Well, he broke up with me. This was
going to be my way of apologizing.” She
grinned as she looked at him, picking up another strawberry.
“So
what was the fight about?” Draco asked,
helping himself to another chocolate covered treat.
“Nothing. I’d really
rather not talk about it. So how was Quidditch
practice?” Hermione changed the subject
quickly.
Draco
noticed the change, but ignored it. He’d
find out later, one way or another. “Eh,
it was alright. For once, I’m glad I’m
not the captain. One of our chasers is
really lousy, and one of the beaters has a thing for one of the other chasers. It totally affects his ability to
perform.”
“He
likes other boys, huh?” Hermione laughed as she got up to refill her wine
glass. “I had no idea that Tobias went
that way.”
Draco
laughed at her statement. “How did you
know that I was talking about Tobias?”
They both laughed for a few seconds.
“If you knew how many of the guys at this school are same sex oriented,
it might really startle you. I’d have to
sit down and count, but I think there might be more guys who like guys than
guys who like girls.” Draco burst out
laughing, and Hermione
joined him.
“So
who is Harry seeing now? Or do you even
know?” Draco asked Hermione. He had removed his robe, and had unbuttoned
his shirt. The room had gotten much
warmer with the enchanted candles, and so far neither one of them had thought
about putting the candles out to cool the room down.
Hermione
had taken off the robe that she had used to cover herself with, and had thrown
on a white button down shirt. She
thought about Draco’s question before answering.
“Hmmm.. You mean this week?
I think Harry’s seeing Elizabeth Downs, that 5th year
Ravenclaw. I think that she dumped Ron
to go out with Harry. I’m not sure who
Ron’s with right now. Last I knew he was
writing love letters to Pansy.”
She took another long drink from
her glass. ‘How many glasses did that
make?’ she thought to herself. She
shrugged and poured herself another. “I
could really care less who they’re with right now.”
“So
are you ever going to tell me what happened between you guys?” Draco had poured himself another glass
too. Both of them were feeling more
relaxed about their situation, and more comfortable with each other.
“ I guess we all just grew up. They both started to notice girls. And the both conveniently forgot the fact
that I was one. And it was about that
time that Justin started to pay attention to me. They got upset when I started to see him, but
they continued to ignore me, and expected me to be the ‘fifth wheel’ on all
their dates. It got old really quick,
and one night after a group date, I told them that I was done. They couldn’t have it both ways. They were going to have to accept the fact
that I was going to date whomever I wanted to.”
She paused to take another bite of strawberry, and then washed it
down. “It’s not like we’re enemies or
anything. We just don’t hang out like we
used to.”
They
were both quiet for a while.
“What
about you? Why don’t you hang out with
Crabbe and Goyle anymore? No, wait. Don’t tell me they like they prefer the
trouser snake too.” The look on
Hermione’s face was almost priceless.
Draco
laughed with her. “No, they’re
straight. To be honest, I never could
stand either one of them. They both
drive me nuts. They’re so stupid. Father would encourage me to associate with
them. I used to just do thing to avoid
the beatings. After he died, I really
had no use for them.”
“Do
you miss him?” Hermione asked.
“Not at all. I
actually owe Dumbledore a huge favor for killing him. I may not have seen it at the time, but I see
it now. And mother is so much
happier. She can open up the drapes now,
she can go out in public, and she’s been redecorating the whole house in all the ways
that father would never approve of. You
know, my mother’s going to be throwing a huge party after graduation. You should see if Blaise would bring
you. If you guys work things out that
is.”
“Oh,
somehow I doubt we’re going to work things out.” Hermione responded.
“Come
on now. You went through all this
trouble for him. I know you care about
the guy. And I know he cares about you.” Draco told her.
“Oh! I love this song!” Hermione quickly said, changing the
subject. She began to hum along to the
music from the CD player that had been playing the whole time. She stood up and drunkenly started to dance
around the room with an imaginary partner.
Draco
put his glass down and went to her, holding his hands out in front of him. The two of them fell into each others arms
and began to dance around the room. The
alcohol was definitely affecting both of them and their dancing started to look
more like a circus show. The two of them
started to laugh at each other, and then at themselves. Hermione lost her footing and started to
fall. Draco reacted quickly and moved to
catch her, but in the process he fell himself. Hermione landed in his lap
unceremoniously. The two of them resumed
their giddy drunk laughter.
Draco
looked down at Hermione in his arms.
Maybe it was the alcohol affecting his brain, but she looked beautiful
tonight. He stopped laughing and smiled
at her. She gazed into his eyes,
confusion on her face. They had never
been this close before.
Without
thinking twice, Draco lowered his head and caught Hermione’s lips in a fiery
kiss. She was caught off guard but
quickly recovered and began kissing him back.
Her mouth opened ever so slightly and his tongue took the chance to
explore hers. The kiss quickly deepened
and hands began wandering to parts of the body that desperately needed to be
touched. The fuzz of the alcohol on his
brain started to clear for just one second, and that was all it took. Draco pulled away from Hermione.
“I’m
sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Draco apologized. He got up, and walked over to where his glass
of wine was. He finished off that glass
and filled another one.
Hermione
got to her feet as well. She found her
glass and finished hers off as well. She
laid down on the bed, leaning against the pillows she
had so carefully placed there earlier.
She knew that alcohol was a truth serum of sorts, and maybe that was why she knew in her
heart that her and Blaise would never get back together.
‘Eh, what the hell.’ Hermione thought. ‘I’m drunk, what do I care? If he gets pissed I can blame it on the
alcohol.’
“Draco?” Hermione said. He turned at looked at her. She patted the space on the bed next to
her. He sat down next to her and looked
at her.
“Uh,
Blaise and I won’t be getting back together.
Not after tonight.” Hermione told
him quickly, the words spilling from her mouth.
“Sure
you will. I’ll tell him it was all a
misunderstanding and ….” Draco started
to say.
“No. He won’t care. We broke up because… well, because I kind of accidently said something when we were having sex.” A blush started to creep into her cheeks, and
she went to refill her wine glass. There
was no way she’d be able to get this out, especially to him.
Draco
started to giggle. “You said
something? Like embarrassing? People talk during sex all the time.” He told her.
“Well
yeah, but usually you call out the name of the one you’re with.” Hermione said, trying not to laugh with him.
He
laughed even harder now. “You called out
someone else’s name during sex? Busted! Who?
Do I know him?”
She
took another drink of her glass. “I think so.
I called out your name.” Her gaze
fell downward now. She had promised
herself that she would never tell him, and she just had.
Her
revelation was almost enough to sober him.
“Me?” He asked. And then it all made sense. She was right,
Blaise would never take her back after this.
Being in his room like this would be a betrayl
to Blaise, even though it hadn’t been meant for Draco.
He
looked at Hermione then. He decided that
he would give her a reason to call out his name.
He lifter her chin and brought her eyes to meet his. He kissed her softly and gently. She responded to him immeadetily. Before either one realized what was
happening, their clothing had been shed and they were laying
naked before each other. They took turns
kissing and licking and sucking at the other, relishing in the sounds that came
from the others mouths. They were both
drunk, but now it was because of passion, not alcohol.
He
positioned himself on top of her and held himself just above the point of
entry. He looked into her eyes,
desperately searching for a sign.
“What?” She asked him.
“I
just want to make sure that you want this.
I want to make sure it’s not the wine talking. If we do this, you’re mine. There’s no going back.” He told her.
“I’ve
never been more sure of anything in my life.” She told him.
Slowly,
he entered her, both of them moaning loudly at the sensation. He started out slow and easy, knowing that if
he picked up the pace he wouldn’t last very long. But Hermione had different ideas. She wrapped both of her legs around his hips
and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. She met his hips with every thrust and Draco
couldn’t control himself. He began to
pump harder, making her moan louder. He
felt that familiar feeling in his groin and tried thinking about anything.
Pumpkin juice. Potions class. Hagrid naked.
He wanted
to make her scream his name.
House elves. The giant squid. Snape naked.
He
looked down at her. Suddenly her eyes
opened and he could feel the convulsions beginning.
“DRACO!” She called at the peak of her orgasm, and
that was all it took for him to erupt inside of her.
Their
breathing calmed and he rolled off of her.
He pulled her into his arms.
Pillow
talk began. Of this
and that and whatever.
Hermione
screamed his name three more times that night.
At
He
picked up his robe and shoes that he had taken off earlier, and walked into his
bedroom. Even though it was the weekend,
he wanted to get a few hours of sleep.
He stopped when he crossed the threshold of his room. Lying naked in his bed was Draco and
Hermione, their arms wrapped around each other.
They were both sleeping and were both obviously in post coital bliss. His first reaction was to beat the shit out
of his friend and ask questions later.
But then he stopped. He knew that
Hermione had had a crush on him for a while, even though she would never admit
it. And calling out Draco’s name had
clinched it. When Blaise saw the smile on both of their faces, he thought
twice.
Blaise smiled at the two of them, glad that
the two of them had finally seen what he had.
He
turned back out of his room, and returned to the couch. It would work for a few more hours.
End.