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My Little Wicked Witch	By : fuzzydraco Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter world. But I don't. I dont make mullah off of this story. This is just my imagination running wild using her characters. Oh - the songs aren't mine either! :) PLEASE REVIEW.

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Chapter 12

Hermione, Ginny and Luna had been dancing for a while when Hermione noticed Harry standing a few feet in front of her and behind Ginny. Their eyes met and he winked. She knew what he was there for. Ginny, too busy gyrating her hips and dancing, failed to notice that a particular someone was staring her down. Soon Luna and Hermione saw Harry lick his lips and begin walking towards them. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. His head leaned over her shoulder, lips whispering in her ear and he swayed with her to the music. That was another thing Hermione was jealous of. Not that Ginny had Harry, but they were so good together. Ginny reached back with her hand and caressed his head as he started stealing kisses down her neck. Hermione and Luna rolled their eyes and turned away. They knew when they looked back; Harry and Ginny would be gone.

It never failed. They would sneak off together for a quickie or two and then return back to the group all flushed and satisfied. I need a good shag! Why do I repel men unless I'm shimmying up and down a pole? Thought Hermione as she watched other couples dancing around her.

Blaise and Neville showed up not long after the two sex-fiends took off. Neville grabbed Luna and Blaise joined Hermione. “You dance, Zabini?” Hermione asked surprised to see him there.

“Hell yeah! I just let the music take over and do what feels right." Blaise responded watching her move with the music. "You have some moves on you! You’re not a bad dancer, Granger.”

“Your not to shabby either!” Hermione joked back enjoying the feeling of having a dancing partner that was someone other than Luna or Ginny. A guy to be exact. Never would she have thought that she would be in a muggle club dancing with Blaise Zabini. Hermione moved her body and shook her hips to the music, Blaise standing in front of her with both hands on her hips following her. He watched her, enthralled with her moves. She knew just how to move every part of her body so that by the time it came for them to take a break and get a drink he was completely in awe.

They headed to the bar at the back of the club for a few waters. After drinking them down, Hermione grabbed Blaise’s hand and pulled him onto the dance floor again. Neville and Luna followed suit. They were all having a grand ol’ time when they were joined by Harry and Ginny. Her cheeks were flushed and Harry wore a cheeky grin. Hermione caught him winking at Neville. She shook her head. Blaise leaned forward and asked into Hermione's ear, “Did they just do what I think they did or am I imagining things?”

“No, you are not seeing things, but they probably did what you think they did two or three times.” Hermione laughed at the expression on his face.

“Potter is one lucky bloke.”

The girls joined together in the middle of the group dancing to the music grinding their hips. Ginny and Hermione saucily looked at the males dancing with them, Luna just closing her eyes and letting the music mover her. The girls returned to the guys who had been swaying to the music watching them.

All six of them danced for a while and moved to the music enjoying the feeling of pure bliss of not having a care in the world if only for a few hours.

Blaise grabbed Hermione, turned her around and pulled her back towards him holding her to him with one arm around her waist. They were now dancing with Hermione’s back pressed up against Blaise’ front. She pulled her hand from his grip and instead of moving away, she dropped down into a squat and then slowly rose her hips, sliding them along his legs enjoying the power she had over him. When she stopped raising her hips she ground her arse into his crotch and leaned her head back laughing and enjoying herself. Blaise leaned over her shoulder, “You are a hell of a dancer, Granger. Never would have thought of you as the teasing type.”

Hermione grinned at him and turned around to face him. “Thank you for dancing with me, Zabini. I normally end up dancing with just the girls and it’s a completely different dance when you have a guy instead.”

Blaise raised his eyebrows. “So you’re just using me?”

Hermione laughed “I guess you could say that - as long as you don’t mind.” At this she smiled and giggled.

Blaise sighed knowing he was lucky to be her dance partner for the night. He looked into her eyes and said, “On another note Granger, thank you for giving me, us, a chance. Most wizards and witches assume the worst of Draco and I because of what we had to do back in the day, but not you, Granger. Thank you especially for giving Draco a chance. Shit!” Blaise let go of Hermione and started looking about the club. She watched him pull back the sleeve of his blazer and look at a very expensive looking watch, “Bloody Hell!” he yelled slapping an open palmed hand onto his forehead.

‘What’s wrong?” Hermione asked confused and a little frightened. Blaise looked flustered and annoyed, and even a little scared.

“I left Draco in the VIP room. We’ve been gone over an hour! Close to two! Do you notice who is missing other than Draco?” Blaise asked looking at the rest of the group who had closed in on them when they saw the commotion.

Hermione looked at the group and her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes as big as saucers, “Ron! You left him with Malfoy? They may have killed each other!”

Hermione turned toward the VIP room and made a dash grabbing Blaise’s hand knowing she would need him to stop the blood bath that would most likely shower onto the unsuspecting crowd below. The whole group followed her and soon everyone was trying to get up the stairs at the same time. Hermione was the first to the top and through the doorway. She stopped so quickly it looked as though she had run into a brick wall and caused everyone behind her to try and catch their footing. Poor Neville, bringing up the rear of the group, didn’t notice Luna stop in front of him and slammed into her who then fell onto Harry, who fell onto Ginny, who hit Blaise who pushed Hermione forward as he fell on the floor, who caught herself on a chair. All Blaise could hear was laughter coming from Hermione.

He looked up from his spot on the floor, “That’s not funny, Granger. That bloody hurt! Why did you stop like that?” Blaise was pushing himself up onto his elbows and saw that she wasn’t looking at him but straight ahead to the couch. Blaise stood up brushing himself off and looked in the direction Hermione was pointing and laughing. Blaise almost fell over from shock. There on the couch was Draco, passed out on the armrest. The funniest thing though, was Ron cuddling him with his head resting on Draco’s shoulder.

Soon everyone was in the room and in hysterics. “What I wouldn’t do for a camera right now!” Hermione said trying to get herself under control. She looked at the table and noticed that there were almost twice as many glasses on it as there had been. All the shot glasses were empty and what she assumed was her refilled Cosmopolitan was gone along with a few others. She wondered which of the two had the nerve to finish her drink. Harry chuckled and asked Neville to help him right Ron. They were able to get him pushed onto the opposite side of the couch without waking him or Draco. Everyone decided to stay around for a little longer to try and give the guys a chance to sober up. They ordered more drinks and sat around chit chatting. Draco was the first to wake, his head hurt and everything looked like a big blur. The music was making his stomach hurt and he could barely make out the voices of those sitting near him.

“Ah, so the alcoholic is up. Couldn’t hold your liquor, mate?” Blaise asked eyeing Draco. All Draco could do was mumble something about shutting up and having to go to the loo. Neville offered to help but Hermione told him to help Harry with Ron. Who knew how he would react upon waking up. When he was pissed he could be a little irrational. “I’ll help Zabini get him to the loo. You stay here and watch him. If I can’t help him get back, I’ll come get you, ok?" She felt a little bad for the predicament Draco was in at that moment. Why am I feeling bad for Malfoy getting pissed? He was the one who downed all those drinks. Not me! She would pay to see the look on his face when Blaise told him how they had found him and Ron. Blaise took one arm and wrapped it around his shoulder and Hermione did the same with the other. Harry and Neville were working on waking Ron from his stupor by pulling his hair and poking him in the shoulders. Luna was planting kisses on Ron’s lips but he was out like a light.

Blaise and Hermione made their way with their very pissed package through the club. “You’re pretty strong, Granger. Looking at you I wouldn’t have guessed you could handle helping me move him. ” Blaise said approvingly.

“I work out. ” Hermione stated. Ok, it technically is working out…Hermione reasoned with her conscience over her little fib. Draco was oblivious to the world around him. He didn’t say anything to either of them as they led him to the loo. He stared at the floor trying to get his bearings, swaying his body from side to side. He looked like he would be sick any moment and most people moved out of their way as they worked their way through the club. Before making it to the loo Draco leaned against Blaise and almost started dozing off again. Upon reaching the door of the men's loo Blaise shoved Draco in telling him to find a stall. Hermione leaned against the wall and waited for them to finish. To her surprise they didn’t take very long and Hermione could only assume that he hadn’t thrown up. If he had, he would probably still be in there worshiping the porcelain deity.

Hermione resumed her post and this time Draco leaned his head on her shoulder. Surprised she looked at Blaise through Draco’s blond hair and Blaise just smiled at her. Draco smelled like alcohol and hand soap. She surmised that Blaise had probably washed his face for him using the handsoap in there; he had been drooling when he they had found him resting on the couch.

“You smell good,” came a silky voice from Hermione’s shoulder.

“What?” she asked a little un-nerved. She had no doubt in her mind that he was definitely pissed.

“You smell good. Like vanilla and sweat.” Draco repeated this time snuggling into her shoulder.

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink but she kept quiet. She looked back at Blaise but he was busy watching their progress. They returned to the VIP room and watched as Harry and Neville were now working their way down the stairs with Ron. Blaise and Hermione unceremoniously dumped Draco back onto the couch. He fell back and hit the back of his head.

“Ugh! Bloody hell.” Draco brought his hands to his face and ran his fingers through his hair. He still had no idea where he was, just that he was beyond pissed and that he had been leaning against a very soft body that smelled good on his way back from the loo.

Blaise and Hermione continued their conversation ignoring Draco's outburst. Ginny and Luna joined in. Draco couldn’t make out who the voices belonged to just that he wanted them to shut up.

“Quiet,” Draco said, but the music was too loud for his voice to be heard. Draco had assumed he was yelling because that’s what his brain heard. Draco reached for the first person he could feel beside him and pulled them towards him. In this case, it was Hermione. She fell back onto the couch and she was relieved that her martini glass was only half full because otherwise she would have spilled her drink on herself and Draco. She felt Draco’s hands searching for something and suddenly his hand was on her nape pulling her ear towards his mouth. “Shut up! All of you. I feel like I have been trampled over by the entire wizarding population. Give a man the courtesy to die in peace.”

“Ok, Malfoy, I’ll tell Zabini to take you home.” Hermione looked at Blaise and nodded her head. Draco didn’t let go though and breathed in deeply, his nose stuck in her hair. “You smell good.”

She couldn’t believe it. He had told her again. “Yes, you already told me once. Now let’s get you ready to head home so you can rest.” She was trying her hardest to pull away from him but even as pissed as he was he was still strong.

Blaise saw that Draco wasn’t letting go and went to them. He grabbed Draco by the shoulder and shook him even though he knew it would give him a bigger headache. Sure enough, Draco’s hand let go of Hermione's neck and reached for Blaise’ hand instead. Blaise leaned over and spoke to him, “Ok mate, time to go home. By the count of the glasses I see on the table I say you and Weasley had a little more than necessary. ” Blaise pulled him up from the couch.

Draco gambled and opened his eyes slightly. The room was a swirl of shapes and colors and he squinted his eyes trying to get anything in his line of sight to focus for him. Looking around again he caught a glimpse of a martini glass floating in front of him. It was half filled with that pink stuff he had had earlier. Before Hermione knew what had happened, Draco had his hand wrapped around the cosmopolitan she had been enjoying and had pulled it away.

Blaise tried to take it away, "You have had more than enough. Put it back!" Draco turned away from the angry voice, his hands still holding the drink. Ginny and Luna had been watching and they both started laughing at the site of Draco holding the frilly pink drink. “Give that back to her, Draco! You’ve had enough to last you a few months. Give it to me. Let go!" Blaise said trying to hold onto Draco and grab a hold of the drink in his hand at the same time.

“Nuh uh. This is mine. ” He quickly brought it to his mouth and drank the rest. He smacked his lips. He held the glass out and asked “What’s this?“

Hermione was shocked that Draco had the audacity take the cosmopolitan away from her and drink it, especially after I had been drinking from it. Apparently he didn’t know that tiny bit of information or he wouldn’t have taken it from Hermione. She was pretty sure that if he knew that he had drunk from the same glass as she that he would be running for the loo to scrub his mouth out with soap.

Deciding to answer his question since no one else had, she sighed and said “It’s a Cosmopolitan. Glad you like. Did you drink my other one too? If you did you now owe me two. ” But the question fell on deaf ears because Draco had passed out again and was leaning on Blaise’s shoulder. Ginny and Luna continued their giggling while Hermione helped their two guests out of the club. When she reached Will she asked if she would be able to return once she physically left the club.

“You’re here with Ginny, of course! Don’t worry, I’ll let you back in.” He said smiling.

“Thanks. I’m gonna help them down to the corner so they can get a cab. I’ll be right back.” Will laughed as he watched all three of them stumble down the sidewalk. They made it around the corner and

Hermione was in the middle of surrendering the very drunk Slytherin to Blaise when Draco’s eyes flashed

open and he grabbed for Hermione with more strength and coordination than she thought would be possible for someone in his condition.

Before Blaise knew what had happened, Draco was out his grasp, had his arms around Hermione, and was bringing his face down into her hair. “Mmm…. You smell delicious.”

Hermione felt his arms wrapped around her and his head snuggling into her hair near her ear. She could hear Blaise telling Draco to “stop acting like a git” and trying to rescue her. She tried to pull away from Draco and suddenly the softest pair of lips were brushing against hers in a slow sensual kiss. His lips massaged hers and he repeatedly placed light kisses over and over again on her lips. She looked into his face and noticed he had his eyes closed. She took in his features and for some unknown reason she wanted him to look at her. His tongue darted out and he lightly slid it over her lips.

Hermione tried to refuse his advances but her body wasn’t taking her orders anymore. She hadn’t had this type of affection for some time and her body was taking what it could get. Damn her brain for trying to point out who it was that she was kissing and that it was wrong. She shoved those thoughts into the back of her mind and locked them up as she slightly parted her lips at his invitation. It was enough and Draco sent in a full ambush, his tongue sliding past the small opening she had provided, pulling her lips further apart and attacking her tongue and the inside of her mouth with a ferocity she had never felt before. Her body began to respond to his kisses and she felt herself begging for more. Her tongue joined the war for dominance and she could taste the cosmopolitan and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Blaise stopped his rantings as he watched two of the biggest enemies in London snogging each other.

"What the bloody hell is going on with everyone tonight?” Blaise said leaning against the corner building not able to take his eyes off the pair making a fool of themselves on a corner at the wee hours of the morning.

Draco moaned as she reciprocated his kiss and he pulled her closer to him not wanting to let go. He wanted to taste her, all of her. She fit him like a glove. She was the perfect kissing height and he wanted to stand there forever delving deeper into her with his tongue. He felt soft warm arms wrap around his neck and all he knew was that he wanted this person to come home with him right now. Draco had heard a voice calling to him, telling him to stop but he had refused to listen. Right now he was glad he hadn’t heeded the warning being sent his way. His mind blocked out anything that wasn’t coming from this lovely specimen of a woman in his arms. He felt her breasts against his chest and he wanted nothing more than to release them from whatever confines they were in. He brought one of his hands up and ran it through her hair. She smelled of vanilla and light feminine sweat. The mix was intoxicating and he wished he could collect and bottle it for himself.

Mustering up courage to do the something she had wanted to do since she had seen him, Hermione ran her hands across his neck causing him to shudder at her touch and she knitted her fingers into his blond hair. It’s just as soft as I imagined. He tastes so good. Unconsciously she let out a light throaty groan and wrapped her arms tighter around him. Draco drank in the moan and let his hands run up and own her back. She gave into his kisses as much as she was receiving from them. Her body felt like it was catching on fire and she could feel him getting harder and harder by the second, his member rubbing against her thigh. She knew it was wrong but she pushed against him anyway and was rewarded with a low moan.

Draco didn’t even realize it had escaped him. He brought the hand that had been playing in her hair to her cheek. It was warm and soft to his touch. He could feel her mouth as it mirrored his kisses and his thoughts wandered to other things their mouths could be doing to one another. "Let's get out of here." He whispered quickly and returned to their snogging not letting her answer.

She had let this go on for too long. It couldn’t go that far. Malfoy is pissed. That's the only reason he is acting the way he is. But he's so sexy. I haven’t felt this way in so long. She was fighting to find a reason to stop this public display of affection that should never have been occurring between the two of them in the first place. He’ll regret it in the morning. He probably doesn’t even know who he is kissing. With that last thought her mind snapped out of it and the rational part of her mind told her to put a stop this nonsense at once. As much as she wanted the kiss to progress she made herself push him away. Her mouth and body mourned the loss of the heat that had moments before been pressed against them and they chilled in the night breeze. She rubbed her hands together and made her self take another step back before she reached for him again.

Draco reached his hand to his lips. He could still taste the frilly pink drink from the kiss they had shared but it tasted much better with that extra ingredient she had added. He felt light headed and if possible, even more pissed than he had been before he had started snogging the living daylights our of her. Everything was fuzzy and uncertain at that moment. He stared at the sidewalk not wanting to look into her face. He just wanted to luxuriate in the memories of those few moments. He didn’t want to break the spell that had him ensnared just yet. He listened to the woman ramble on. He took a step back and stumbled. Draco felt a strong set of arms grab him before he hit the ground. Blaise had seen him move and dove for him to keep him from hitting his head on the concrete sidewalk.

“Damn, you're heavy Draco. Get up you lazy git! I can’t carry you back to your place. ” Blaise said setting Draco down slowly unable to right him.

Hermione took the opportunity to leave quickly. “It was nice having you out with us tonight, Zabini. Thank you for the dancing. Make it home safe, okay. Make sure you give him the hangover potion first thing in the morning. We’ll have to get together again. I’ll tell everyone you had to take him home.” Hermione blushed when she referred to Draco. I’m rambling like an idiot. She brought her hand up to her chest and quickly turned around, rushing back to the security of the bar.

As soon as she was around the corner, Draco stood up and brushed himself off. He turned to Blaise and smirked. “Well that turned a boring evening into a rather interesting one, for me at least. Took care of the Weasel and snogged Granger. Thanks for the night out, Blaise.” Draco looked over at his friend who was staring at him, mouth agape, trying to rationalize what was exactly happening at the moment. Draco smirked at him, nodded his head, turned in place and apparated away.
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