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When Lines Are Blurred	By : DivineAngel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 29692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my imagination.

Chapter 10: One
Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor

By ten o'clock the party
was in full swing, with Dean at the musical controls, skilfully
mixing wizard and muggle music. A fair few people were dancing, in
part because there wasn't enough sofa space for everyone to sit down.
The drinks were flowing, and Hermione suspected that the room was
replenishing them, as the number of full bottles on the drinks table
didn't seem to be going down. She had seen Justin and his friends
arrive at the same time as Ron came off guard duty, to be replaced by
Neville. Ron went straight to the drinks and poured himself a large
measure of Firewhiskey, knocked it back and poured another. He came
over and sat down next to Harry, who looked at Ron's glass, his
eyebrows raised. Ron looked at him and winked,

"Need to catch up,
don't I?!" He took a gulp of his drink and watched people
dancing in front of them. Hermione and Harry exchanged nervous
glances, but silently agreed to let it go.

At that moment Ginny
reappeared from the middle of the crowd on the dance floor, panting
and holding her side. Looking at her solemn-faced friends, she sighed
and made her way up to the drinks table, she returned a minute later
with some shot glasses, a large bottle of something yellowish-brown
and a dish of limes and salt.

"Tequila!" She
said with a grin, laying everything on the table and perching herself
on a small stool. Ron raised an eyebrow,

"Never heard of it."

"It's a muggle
drink. Foul stuff." Hermione huffed. Ginny lifted the bottle and
shook it gently. Ron looked closely at it, seeing something gnarled
and ugly bobbing in the bottom.

"Erm, Gin, what's
that?" He tapped the bottle with his finger and Ginny laughed
out loud.

"It's a worm."
Harry added. "A standard feature of any decent bottle of the
stuff." He leant forward and took the bottle from Ginny, opened
it and poured out four liberal shots into the glasses, passing them
around. Hermione looked at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"No way. I'm still
head girl, I will not participate in rounds of tequila slammers!"

"Yes you will."
Ginny said, pushing a glass towards Hermione, a wicked glint in her
eye. Hermione scowled, but moved forward to the edge of the sofa.
Ginny distributed the lime slices and put pinches of salt onto the
webbing of everyone's thumbs. Ron looked thoroughly confused even as
Ginny was explaining what to do.

"How do you know
about this anyway?" He asked suspiciously. Ginny shrugged,

"I have my sources.
Everyone ready?" They all nodded, Ron still uncertain, but he
followed Ginny's lead and licked up the salt, downed his glass,
slammed it on the table and sucked hard on the lime.

"Yuck!" He
exclaimed. Hermione's face twisted in disgust as she gingerly put
down her soggy lime peel. Ginny quickly poured out another round of
shots, a quick glance at Ron convinced Hermione to keep going;
despite the look of revulsion on his face, Ron seemed eager for
another shot. Amid laughter and loud conversation, the game
continued, the foursome getting increasingly intoxicated. Hermione
had never gone past mildly tipsy before, after four rounds of
slammers she was feeling light-headed and could swear the colours in
the room were getting brighter.

It was getting on for
half past eleven when Hermione first spotted Malfoy in the crowds.
She was dancing with Ginny, putting on a bit of a show for the boys.
The music was something haunting, but with a definite rock edge,
Hermione could have sworn they were cellos, not guitars, but she
didn't entirely trust her ears. The two girls were dancing close,
hands in each other's hair and passing the now nearly empty tequila
bottle between them, the worm bobbing up and down in the bottom.
Hermione took a large swig, some of the golden liquid spilled from
the side of her mouth and trickled down her chin. Ginny pulled her
close and licked the spilled nectar, deliberately making eye contact
with Harry over Hermione's shoulder. The girls continued dancing,
hips locked together, they were beginning to draw some attention from
those dancing around them. Hermione barely noticed, her head was
swimming. She reached for Ginny's face, brushing aside a soft curl,
lacing her fingers in her friend's hair, fascinated by the amazing
colour under the swirling disco lights above them. She pulled her
friend in and hugged her, running her hands down her sides, Ginny
reciprocated, grinning at Harry and licking her lips. He was going
crazy watching this show, secretly hoped they would repeat it in a
private showing just for him. Ginny ran her hands down Hermione's
back and over her curvy arse, feeling the soft velvet under her
fingertips. Hermione was breathing in the fragrance of her friend,
when someone caught her eye a few metres away. Malfoy was watching
with interest, his eyes running over the two slender women, still
locked in their embrace. He licked his lips eagerly, drinking in the
pair's swaying curves and tempting contact. He was holding a goblet
and took a big gulp of whatever was in it, never taking his eyes off
the arousing sight. He admired Hermione's outfit, the tightness of
her skirt and her cleavage oozing from the low neckline of her
bodice, he felt a twitch in his groin. The song came to rapturous end
with Ginny planting her lips on Hermione's, kissing her slowly,
passionately, teasing her with her tongue. Hermione sank into it,
nipping Ginny's lips gently. The watching crowd, mostly guys, cheered
and clapped as the girls parted slowly and looked around, only just
aware that they had drawn such a crowd. Ginny made her way to Harry
and the couple quickly vanished into a dark corner between two sofas.
Hermione looked around sleepily, Ron had disappeared, Dean and Seamus
were in the DJ booth and she couldn't see anyone else she knew well.
She stumbled in the direction of the sofa, the tequila bottle still
in her hand. The room blurred around her, and she felt herself
floating slowly towards the floor. But she never felt contact with
it, instead everything went into a dizzying swirl, someone had caught
her but the dancing colours around her kept her from focussing on a
face. She was being carried away from the people and the music, she
felt the bottle fall from her hand and somewhere in her mind she
heard it smash. She closed her eyes, but her mind kept spinning.

Some time later, she
didn't know how long, her eyes flickered open. It was quieter, but
the sounds of the party still thumped in the distance, something
moved nearby, someone. She looked around, but she was still drunk,
still dizzy. She felt contact nearby, the someone was sitting next to
her. She gradually became aware that she was slumped on a soft pile
of cushions, wiggling her feet she realised her boots had been
removed. She put her hand out and made contact with warm flesh, she
drew her hand back quickly and felt the person move closer to her, a
hand moved over her face and then she felt lips on hers. She
recognised the hard, desperate kiss, the lips belonged to Malfoy and
she eagerly drank in his passionate kisses, grabbing at his hair and
probing his mouth with her tongue. She pulled his body closer to hers
and wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding her groin into his,
her skirt rode up her thighs and dug in to her full hips. He groaned
into her mouth and deepened the kiss, holding her tight, groping at
her breast with one hand and her hip with the other. He broke the
kiss and began sucking and nipping her neck,

"You smell amazing."
He murmured, "And has anyone told you you look ravishing
tonight?"

"Hmmm." She
sighed, unable to form words. Skilfully, Malfoy lifted up her back
into an arch with one hand and unzipped her bodice with the other,
yanking it from her and tossing it aside. She felt the silk of his
shirt under her hands and fumbled with the buttons, while he moved
his lips to her left breast, sucking at the nipple through the lace
of her bra. Eventually, Hermione managed to undo all the buttons on
Malfoy's shirt and pulled it from him. She grabbed his bare back, his
skin was warm and soft, his muscles tensed at her touch. He broke
away and looked at her, finally Hermione's vision cleared and she
looked into his face. He was hesitant, his brow furrowed as he looked
at her. She reached up and stroked his hair, tucking it behind his
ear. He sat up quickly and reached for something out of her sight, he
brought a dark brown bottle to his lips and took a very large swig,
Hermione leant up on her elbows and looked curiously at it.

"Here." He
said, thrusting the bottle towards her, she took it and tipped it to
her mouth, looking deep into Malfoy's eyes as she drank, gulping
continuously until she had to break for air. She laughed and wiped
the back of her hand across her lips. She wasn't sure what was in the
bottle, but it left a hot trail down her throat and a bitter taste in
her mouth. She could feel her head pounding, a new wave of
incoherence flowing over her. She slumped back down and closed her
eyes. She was suddenly aware of a forceful hand pulling her bra down,
her breasts spilling out over the top and Malfoy's hot mouth was once
more on her, licking and biting at her flesh. She felt heat spreading
from her core and lifted her hips to meet his. He moved down her
body, kissing her stomach as he found the buttons on the side of her,
now crumpled, velvet skirt and grabbed it and the waistband of her
tights and pulled them down her long legs, leaving her in only her
underwear, barely. Malfoy kissed his way back up her legs and nipped
at the soft flesh at the top of her right thigh, he then moved
himself back over her and hitched her legs up either side of him and
squeezed her buttocks hard. She groaned in pleasure and felt herself
moisten even more. He slipped his hand into her black, lace knickers
and ran his index finger down over her clitoris, feeling her shake
under him. He smiled and buried his head between her magnificent,
milky breasts and slid his finger inside her, going straight to her
sensitive g-spot and rubbing her clitoris hard with his thumb. She
arched her back and cried out in a sudden orgasmic wave. Spurred on
by the obvious pleasure he was giving her, Malfoy slid a second
finger into her and thrust harder and faster and she felt herself
peaking. Just as she was about to come, he withdrew his hand and
pulled her knickers down. Before Hermione could settle from her first
build up, she felt his tongue dive into her heat, he was holding onto
her thighs and flicking his tongue over her nub and running it up and
down her pink slit. He thrust it into her and lapped at her wetness.
Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head and she felt heat prickling
up her spine and into her throbbing head. The small room around her
faded away and she felt as though she were flying through clouds
under a star-filled sky, the blackness enveloping her and specks of
light flickering in the distance.

She was aware of his
hands on her body and her mind's eye she saw his head bobbing up and
down in front of her, everything was heightened, colours, sounds and
sensations, everything felt electric around her. She could hear the
party raging somewhere far away, she felt hot and statically charged,
every touch, every stroke of his tongue sent ripples through her. He
moved up her body and she felt him enter her, his staff hard and big
enough to fill her completely, he was moving inside her, thrusting
his hips hard and slapping against her. She felt as though she were
looking down at their bodies from above, watching them writhing
together, Malfoy's back gleaming with beads of sweat. He had his
hands in her hair and was kissing her neck, no wait, biting her neck.
She felt the tension in her muscles, the sharpness of his teeth, he
was biting down hard and sucking the pinched flesh. Hermione clung to
his back and rode the wave of pleasure he created for her, she was
vaguely aware that she was moaning, panting and calling out. Malfoy
was pounding hard into her, faster and faster, gasping for air. He
was aware, despite the noises she was making, that she was far away,
there was a vacancy in her eyes. Seeing this, Malfoy's mouth split
into a broad smile and he continued with increased vigour, he enjoyed
the sensation that she wasn't all there in that moment, her
intoxication was intoxicating to him. He felt himself climaxing, his
rhythm became erratic and he burst his seed into her, using her tight
walls to milk himself dry and finally collapsed on top of her.
Hermione felt it happen but could barely react, a moment later she
passed out completely.

AN: I'd like to thank
Apocalyptica for inspiring the music in my head when writing the
dance scene! It has been pointed out by some of my reviewers what a
bad man Malfoy is in this chapter, he is but you will find out how
Hermione feels about the events of the party in the next chapter.
- 9
- 10
- 11
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