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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82898 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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As soon as they entered Draco’s suites, the blond wizard turned to his dark skinned friend. “Do you have any more of those fags?” he asked.

Blaise gave him a bemused smile. “You’ve already had what? Two? Three?” he commented as he pulled out his pack.

Draco snorted. “Do you have any more or not?”

As Blaise took out the pack Hermione glared at them. “You don’t need those,” she told him. “Did you know they can cause cancer?”

Draco gave her a bored look. “Did you know that wizards and witches can’t get cancer?” he drawled as his friend handed him a cigarette.

Hermione frowned. “How about this,” she said, folding her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow. “They can make your skin grey, your teeth yellow, your hair dull, and give you a foul odour that can make people not want to be anywhere near you.” He was about to respond when she added, “And I have no interest in kissing a guy who tastes like an ashtray.”

He glowered at her before handing the cigarette back to Blaise. “Happy?” he hissed at Hermione before pushing past her and further into the suite. He went to a desk in his sitting room and pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey that had been hidden in the bottom drawer. He studied it for a split second and swore. “There’s barely a swallow left.”

“Your parents let you drink?” Hermione asked in surprise.

Draco gave her a smirk. “No,” he told her. “But if I can successfully sneak a bottle or two in my room, they won’t say anything.” He glanced at his friends. “Feel like taking a trip?’

“To your parents’ cellar?” Blaise smiled. “Why not?”

Draco kissed Hermione lightly on the lips. “We’ll be back soon,” he told her as he handed her the nearly empty bottle.

The Muggle born nodded as she watched the three boys leave. Sighing she went to one of the armchairs by the fireplace, put the bottle on top of the table next to her, and took of her shoes. Luna joined her, mimicking her movements and moaning in relief as she leaned back against her own chair.

“Does Draco know that you could simply cast a spell to fill that bottle up?” Luna asked.

Rubbing her foot, Hermione said, “He does. He just has an issue with doing that to liquor. Says it weakens it.”

Glancing up, Hermione saw Daphne wandering idly about the room, her head bowed. “You’re welcomed to join us, if you’d like,” the brunette said loud enough so the girl could hear.

Daphne shot her an evil look. “Why would I want to join you?” she spat, angrily. “You’re an insult to everything magic and Pureblood there is.”

The Muggle born witch raised an eyebrow. “Just because I’m dating Draco, doesn’t mean…”

“You think I give a damn about that arsehole?” the girl hissed. “He’s a fucking dick, Granger, and you’re a fool.”

The Gryffindor frowned. “You have a funny way of showing your dislike of him,” she commented. “You and your sister both.”

“Don’t you dare say anything about my sister, you slag!” the girl spat, pointing a finger at Hermione. “You know nothing!”

Well, that much was true. Hermione had no idea where all this hostility was coming from. She glanced at Luna and stood up. Holding her hands up in surrender, the Muggle born took a step towards the Slytherin.

“I would if you would tell me,” she said carefully. “I don’t understand why you would come to this party giving how much you hate him.”

Daphne turned away from her and folded her arms. “Blaise invited me,” she admitted. When there wasn’t a response, she huffed and glanced back at Hermione. “You don’t get invited to a party by Blaise Zabini and refuse. Next to your precious Malfoy, he’s one of the most desirable boys in Slytherin House. Just coming to this party with him gives me some status.”

Hermione frowned. “You shouldn’t let a boy dictate how much status you receive,” she commented. “Academics…”

“I’m not smart like you,” the Slytherin witch spat. “Not everyone can get what they want by ‘academics’.”

Luna had stood with Hermione and was looking at the blonde curiously. “You want Blaise Zabini?” she asked, her voice soft.

Daphne closed her eyes. “No,” she confessed. “But I want the status that comes with dating him. Only…” She faltered.

“Only?”

The Slytherin sighed. “I have a gift, Granger. Something that can guarantee me a husband once school is over, but the moment Blaise invited me, I knew I was going to lose it. Will lose it.”

The cryptic words gave the Muggle born pause. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out, but it was Luna who spoke, “So, tell him. I told Theodore and he didn’t seem to mind.”

The Slytherin turned back to the other girls and gave the younger witch a long suffering look. “It’s not as easy as you make it seem. My sister lost her reputation, my family has fallen in disfavour. The best way to pull us back up is if I go with Blaise. And Blaise only dates girls who give it up. Theo actually wants a wife. He needs to marry because he’s the head of his family now, like Malfoy. Both of them are looking for long term commitments. Blaise isn’t. He’ll probably go another ten or twenty years before he decides to marry.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know why I’m talking to you two about this. You’re just going to run off to your boyfriends and…”

Hermione had stepped close enough to the Slytherin that she was able to reach out and touch her shoulder. “We’re not going to tell them anything,” she assured the girl.

Daphne looked at the girl for a moment, as if trying to decide something. “You promise you won’t say anything? Only, we have rules in Slytherin House.”

“I know the rules,” Hermione assured her as she rolled her eyes. “Though why on earth there would be such rules, I haven’t the foggiest.”

“It’s like a family,” Luna said. “And Slytherin House is very traditional in that regard. You don’t speak and you don’t reveal anything about yourself. What happens in Slytherin stays in Slytherin. You don’t tell anyone if it’s something bad because loyalty is more important.”

This information only served to irritate the Gryffindor. “I know,” she said. “Draco had explained it to me once. Or at least tried to.” She turned to Daphne. “But you have our word. We won’t say anything.”

After a moment to consider the Gryffindor, the Slytherin finally said, “My sister was raped.” She saw the look in Hermione’s stark expression and shook her head. “Before you ask, I won’t say by whom, but she was raped by five boys. Because of this, my father feels it’s my duty to try to restore some of the prestige our family once had, not that there was much to begin with. He thinks that by me dating Blaise, it will help, but he doesn’t get it.”

“Blaise was one of the rapist,” Hermione gasped, putting her hands over her mouth in shock.

Daphne pinched her lips. “Are you going to let me finish or are you going to keep interrupting me, Granger?” she hissed.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione said, putting her hands down and staring at the girl.

Rolling her eyes, the Pureblood shook her head. “Blaise wasn’t one of the boys who raped her,” she said. “However, I told you before. He has no interest in marrying anyone any time soon, but he will expect to have sex tonight, which means that he’ll end up taking my virginity.”

“I’m sure if you spoke to Draco he’d…”

“Draco’s one of the worst ones there!” the girl hissed. “He was thirteen when he had sex for the first time. I know because he bragged about it in the Common Room. Before you came into his life, Granger, he had a different witch on his arm every week, if not night. Of course, you’re the first Mud-Muggle born that he’s been with and it does seem that you are it for him, but he’s no saint. If you think he’s going to keep me from his friend, you’re wrong.”

Hermione frowned. “How is that possible?” she asked as she did the math in her head. “He would have to be with every girl in school and I know he hasn’t been with any Gryffindors because, unlike Slytherin House, Gryffindors do talk.”

“He has been with a couple Ravenclaws,” Luna admitted. “Lisa Turpin and Cleo Fawley had both mentioned their times spent with him.”

Daphne nodded. “Trust me, Granger, there aren’t that many days in a school year for him to have been with all the girls in Hogwarts. That being said, he doesn’t really honour the idea of a girl’s virginity. If a girl is a virgin, it won’t bother him because to him, as well as Blaise, virginity isn’t so much a gift as it is an obstacle. Yes, he’ll want his future wife to be a virgin before he has her, but otherwise, it means nothing to him.”

Hermione bit her bottom lip as she thought about what Daphne was saying. She remembered her first time with Draco. He hadn’t known she was a virgin and yet, if she remembered right, it didn’t really bother him. At all. She swallowed. Draco had said that he wanted to marry her, but Daphne said he wanted his wife to be a virgin. So, what did that mean?

“Luna told Theo that she was a virgin and he promised her that he wouldn’t force anything on her. That he intends to honour her choice to wait until she married,” Hermione said softly.

The Pureblood shrugged. “And he probably will,” she confirmed. “Theodore has always been a bit of a softy in that regard. I’ve heard Draco and Blaise, as well as a few other boys, tease him about not wanting to get blood on his dick, but Theo comes from a long line of men who were patient with their women. Blaise’s father died when he was young and his mother has since gone from one man to another. As for Draco, well, his family are all part of the lifestyle where virginity has no place.”

“’The lifestyle’,” Hermione repeated. “He’s mentioned it to me and has even tried it with me. Last night, he blindfolded me and bound my hands above me head.”

“Kinky.”

The Muggle born’s eyebrows furrowed. “It was strange. He didn’t do anything abnormal, but…” She shook her head. “I thought he said his mother wasn’t into it?”

Daphne shrugged. “That doesn’t stop his dad from playing, does it?” she asked. “And I’m sure she’s not completely out of the loop. Narcissa was never the person to hide in a corner and she always knows what her husband and son are up to. In fact, I can guarantee she’s fully aware that her son is currently breaking into the family cellar.”

“What ever happened to being faithful,” Hermione groused as she and the other girls returned to the fireplace. The three of them sat in their respective seating, Hermione in one chair, Luna in the other, and Daphne on the couch between them. “I do hope Draco is honouring his word to me and not sleeping around with some other girl.”

Daphne wrinkled her nose. “If he’s trying to introduce you to the lifestyle, I doubt he’s sleeping with another girl,” she said. “Besides, you’re with him every night. He hasn’t asked you if another girl could join you, has he?”

“Thank Merlin, no,” Hermione replied. “I don’t know what I would do if he wanted to bring another girl into our relationship.”

(II)(II)

“Hey, Zabini, give me a fag,” Draco whispered as they walked down the corridor to the cellar.

The dark skinned Slytherin chuckled, but pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. “Granger’s going to kill you if she catches you,” he warned.

Draco grunted as he leaned against the wall, allowed Blaise to light the cigarette, and took a drag from it. “That’s why she won’t catch me,” he stated arrogantly. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back and blew out the smoke, enjoying the feel of it wash over him.

“How do you intend to hide it?” Theo asked.

The blond gave his friend a bored look. “What are we? First years? I know quite a few cleansing charms,” he drawled.

“But you’re not seventeen yet,” Theo pointed out.

Draco raised his eyebrow. “I’m not,” he admitted. “But you are.” He took another drag from the cigarette and continued down the path.

Neither of the boys said anything as they walked, knowing that the slightest sound had the potential of alerting someone. Not that Draco really worried about getting caught. This time last year may have been a problem, but he owned the estate now and everything within it. In his mind, the only reason his parents had their little party was because he allowed it. They wouldn’t risk their own fun to stop him from having his.

Unfortunately for him, while the courts recognized Draco’s authority, the manor did not. When the boys approached the cellar door, Draco ran his fingers along the wood tenderly and gripped the handle. Locked. He frowned as he tried, unsuccessfully, to open the door.

Theodore chuckled. “Here. Allow me,” he said as he pulled out his wand. He pointed it at the handle. “Alohamora,” he hissed. Nothing happened.

Draco frowned. Holding the cigarette he was still smoking between his lips, he started running the tips of his fingers over the wood, his eyes scanning the edges of the frame and handle. He could feel the magic thrumming through the wood, but trying to decipher the spell was difficult.

“Should one of us go back and get Granger?” Theo asked.

The blond gave him a bored look. “She’s not the only clever person here,” he drawled. Turning his attention back to the door, he took a step back from it. “I think there’s an age charm on it. Theo, come and place your hand on the handle.”

Curious, the boy did as he was told and Draco said, “Now, while touching the door, cast the unlocking charm.”

Theo mumbled the spell and jumped when the handle heated up briefly before the lock clicked open. Draco smirked as his friend opened the door and started to walk past the threshold. Arrogantly, he chortled, “Father must have added that little factor because he thought I’d…”

What Lucius though, neither Blaise nor Theo knew because at that moment, Draco was blasted away from the door. As he hit the stone floor with a loud thud, his cigarette flew out of his mouth and he skidded several feet away. Both of his friends laughed boisterously at him as he forced himself back on his feet with a sour look on his face.

“Fucking dick,” Draco hissed as his lip curled and he glared at the open door. “And fuck you two for laughing.”

Blaise was the first one to calm down from his laughter. “There’s probably an age line,” he suggested.

“You think? Thank you, Captain Obvious, for that assessment,” Draco growled, glancing at the boy. “Now, do one of your idiots want to go in there and get the booze so we can get back to our girls already?”

Blaise retrieved the cigarette while Theodore went into the cellar and returned with three bottles of firewhiskey. “Think they’ll miss them?” the raven haired boy asked as he handed a bottle to each of his friends.

“No,” Draco replied. “And who cares besides? I own these fucking bottles, so it’s not like they can go anything about it.”

Draco eyed the cigarette that Blaise held out for him and then sneered. “I’m not putting that thing back in my mouth after it’s been on the floor.”

Blaise shrugged as he took a drag from the cigarette. “I dusted it off,” he assured his friend. “Not that there’s any real dust in this place. How many house elves do you own?”

“Three,” Draco answered as they turned and started down the path from which they had come. “We used to have four, but as Granger had said, Potter had tricked my father into freeing one of them. It was for the best, honestly. I didn’t mind the little guy, but Father hated him.”

Theo grabbed Draco’s arm, effectively stopping him. “Hold on, Drake. If we go in there, Granger’s going to know something’s up,” he said.

Draco glared at the boy. “What are you talking about?”

Taking out his wand, Theo began casting cleansing charms on himself and both of his friends. “Cigarettes,” came his answer. “Remember how she immediately caught the smell last time? You told her you wouldn’t smoke.”

Draco rolled his eyes, but once the boy was finished, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a bottle of cologne and spritzed his neck before capping it and shoving it back in his robes. Theo looked crestfallen. “I should have thought of that,” he lamented.

The blond shrugged. “You should always keep a bottle with you,” he advised sagely. “Granger goes nuts over this stuff, so I make it a point to always smell like it.”

(III)(III)

Daphne suddenly looked towards the entrance to the suite before turning her attention back to the two girls. “Remember your promise,” she hissed at the girls as the doors opened.

Theodore held his bottle in the air as he walked into the room. “Fear not, ladies, we have libations,” he said proudly, his chest puffing out as if he had conquered a small country.

Hermione rolled her eyes as Luna smiled kindly and Daphne eyed the bottle in his hands. The Muggle born watched as Draco went to his desk and pulled out some glasses before bringing them and his own bottle to the fireplace where the girls were seated.

Daphne sat up and scooted away from Blaise as he sat down while Luna moved a bit to make room in the chair for Theodore. When Draco arrived to the group, he put the bottle and several glasses on a small table between them all before glancing at Hermione. He gave half a a smirk. “Stand up a moment, princess,” he said. Once she did so, he sat in the chair and pulled her onto his lap.

Blaise popped the cork to his own bottle and poured the golden liquid evenly into each glass and handed them to each person. “Let’s have a toast, shall we?” he suggested. When the other five teenagers looked at him expectantly, he said, “To a whole year of living without fear of the Dark Lord and a new beginning to each of us.”

They echoed the sentiment with a “Cheers” and each took sips from their drinks. Hermione licked her lips and swirled her drink thoughtfully for a moment. “Draco,” she began, “let’s play a game.”

He had already downed half of his drink. “What game did you have in mind?” he asked curiously, his eyebrow rose as he looked up at her.

She looked at him. “Truth or dare?” she suggested with a shrug and a grin.

“Perfect drinking game,” Theo said with a laugh.

Hermione blushed slightly and looked at Draco curiously. He took another sip of his drink. “Truth,” he said.

She scrunched her nose. She knew what she wanted to ask, but she decided to go with something simple for now. Something safe. “What’s your favourite colour?” she asked.

The question threw him and he stared at her in surprise. “All of the questions in the world and you ask what my favourite colour is,” he breathed in amazement. “It’s blue. Theo, truth or dare?” Hermione felt his hand begin drawing small circles at the small of her back.

“Truth,” the raven haired boy said as he draped an arm around Luna’s shoulder. “I’m not drunk enough for any dares yet.”

The blond gave a nod and smirked. “How do you intend to go two and a half years dealing with blue balls?”

Theodore rolled his eyes. “Of course, you would go straight to sex,” he commented unsurprised. He looked at his right hand. “I suppose I’ll spend a lot of time with the good ole fist, unless Luna decides to help me out some.” He winked at her. “Luna, love? Truth or dare?”

She looked at him for a moment, her light blue eyes as big as saucers, though she didn’t look particularly frightened. “Truth,” she chose calmly.

He inclined his head. “I know you’ve never been with a boy and I have no intention of doing anything to jeopardize your integrity, however, I was wondering something. There are other activities we could do that would allow you to remain intact while also allowing the both of us to enjoy ourselves. Would you be interested in exploring some of these activities with me?” he asked.

In all the time Hermione had known the younger witch, she had never seen the girl blush. It was a very graceful sight to behold as the girl dipped her head a bit and her cheeks pinked beautifully. “I might,” the girl replied. “As long as we’re not…” She looked up at the boy sitting next to her. “I made a promise to myself and my parents that I would wait before experiencing love fully, but I don’t see the harm in a bit of exploration.”

Hermione watched as the boy’s features lit up as if Christmas had come early. He smiled the goofiest smile before saying, “I remember your promise and I will honour it. Thank you, Luna, for at least giving me a little bit of something.”

She gave him a soft, innocent smile before looking at the Slytherin girl. “Daphne? Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” came the automatic response.

“Have you ever been on a date with a boy before?” the younger girl asked. “Not necessarily some sort of snog session in your Common Room, but an actual date with a nice evening in a restaurant or something similar.”

Daphne shook her head. “It isn’t proper for a girl like me to simply date. First, we have to look at our prospects, which are usually boys who’ve made a bid on us. Given that no one has bid on me yet, I haven’t really had the chance to date, unless you count tonight.”

“Tonight does count,” Blaise stated solidly. “Just because I haven’t made a bid on you, does not mean that this isn’t a date.”

Daphne paused for a moment, giving him a measured look before saying, “Granger, truth or dare?”

The Muggle born sighed. “Truth,” she stated.

The Pureblooded witch looked at the girl. “If Draco were to get down on one knee right now and ask you for your hand in marriage, would you accept it?”

Hermione frowned as she felt Draco’s hand stop as she contemplated her answer. “It’s not an easy answer to give,” she began. “My automatic response, I suppose, would be yes, but…”

“But?” Draco echoed, staring at her.

She looked at him with a pained expression on her face. “With marriage comes a slew of responsibilities, including having children,” she told him. “I’m not entirely ready for such a large leap or chapter in my life. We still have school to finish and you’re not even seventeen yet.”

“Being married doesn’t mean we would have to have children right away,” he pointed out, looking into her eyes. “My parents didn’t start trying to have children immediately after they married and I’m sure yours didn’t either. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to have children the moment we left Hogwarts. You’re not the only one with dreams or plans, princess. I want to restore my family name and make it even better than it had been before.”

Hermione took another gulp of her drink. “Blaise, truth or dare?” she asked, though she hadn’t taken her eyes off of Draco.

They stared at one another and she tried to discern what he was hiding behind those silver eyes of his, but she could see the wall he had built over them. While she could definitely see the love he obviously felt for her and even feel it as he started drawing circles on her back again, his mind was closed to her.

“Truth,” Blaise answered.

The Muggle born tore her eyes away from the boy she was seated upon. “Have you ever raped anyone?” she asked point blank, throwing caution to the wind.

Draco, as well as the other two boys, froze. Blaise held his hands up. “Woah,” he replied. “Where did that come from?”

She caught the fearful glance Daphne gave her. It wasn’t much and she knew she would have missed it if she hadn’t been paying attention. Hermione shrugged nonchalant and took another sip of her drink. Her face softened innocently. “I was just curious,” she claimed. “It’s really not an uncommon thing, is it? I’ve read about it and I know it happened a lot during the war. Thank Merlin no one I knew had ever been a victim, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

“Why would you think I would ever stoop so low in doing something like that?” he asked, his eyes hardening. He waved a hand at the couple. “I don’t get the two of you. Seven months or so ago, you would barely make eye contact and it was a known fact that you hated each other. Now, all of a sudden, you’re dating, Draco is a possessive, jealous prat, and you’re asking me if I’ve ever raped anyone.” He glowered. “Not that it’s any of your business, Granger, but no. I’ve never raped anyone. Nor do I intend to start. And just to be clear, I have absolutely no interest in you beyond friendship. Never have, never will. Regardless of what my bitch of a mother says, I’m not looking to sour the friendships we’ve created, nor am I interested in dating a Muggle born, no matter how smart she is. You and Draco are like Theodore. Only interested in long term relationships that will last. I, personally, couldn’t give two shits. I can’t believe you would ask me that or assume I would ever do something so vile.” He made a disgusted face. “Though, that does bring a question to my mind, Granger. Truth or dare?”

Her face had paled when he went into his rant. She suspected she would get a reaction from him, but she hadn’t expected the response he gave her, nor the sneer that was now plastered on his face. “T-truth,” she stammered.

“What brought it up?” he asked. “What did I do that made you believe I would ever even consider raping someone?”

She looked down at the drink she was holding in her lap. She knew she was walking on thin ice now. “You’ve done nothing,” she whispered finally. “At least, nothing to me.” She glanced back up at him, her eyes watering. “But I’ve heard of your reputation and how you go from one girl to the next. I just…” She shrugged and glanced away, her eyes falling on Daphne. The Pureblood witch had managed to compose herself and was staring at Hermione venomously.

“Just because I jump from one girl to the next, doesn’t mean I’ve raped any of them,” he told her. “Each girl I’ve been with has given me their full consent. I won’t even take their virginities unless I know for certain they are okay with it.”

She nodded, letting her eyes fall back to the glass in her hands. “I’m sorry, Blaise,” she said finally, biting back tears. “I don’t know what I was thinking… Well, I do know what I was thinking,” she corrected herself with a sigh. “Call it the Gryffindor in me, if you will, but I see how Theo is with Luna, respecting her decision to wait, and I know Daphne is… Well, I know she’s never been with a guy and that this is her first date. I guess my protectiveness took over and I wanted to make sure she was safe.”

“It’s not your job to protect me,” Daphne stated coldly. “Nor do I want your protection. What I do and who I do it with is none of your concern.”

“Maybe this game has gone too far tonight,” Theodore advised as an awkward silence filled the room. “It’s late and we’ve all had too much to drink for these types of discussions, so perhaps it would be best if we called it a night.”

Ashamed, Hermione glanced at Draco who regarded her with arctic eyes. He set his drink down on the table next to their chair and, grabbing her waist, picked her up as he stood and placed her on the ground. “Theodore’s right,” he stated, staring at the Muggle born. “I think we’re done here for the night.”

Hermione bowed her head. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt so guilty, but the condescending look Draco had given her made her want to cry. She barely heard him as he told Theodore and Blaise where their beds for the night were. She was certain he had offered to show Daphne a bed she could sleep in as well, if she chose, but the Pureblood witch had declined the offer, instead deciding to share a bed with Blaise.

It felt like hours had passed, but Hermione knew it was only a few minutes or so. “Granger,” she heard Draco say and realized by the tone in his voice that he had repeated himself.

She shook her head, snapping herself out of her thoughts, and looked up at him. She could see the anger in his eyes, or rather… Was he disappointed in her? She pinched her lips together, holding back the tears that threatened to spill, and noticed they were alone. “Draco,” she whispered, and she felt desperate, vulnerable, “I didn’t mean…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I know Blaise would never rape anyone, I just…” She remembered her promise to Daphne, but it was so difficult for her because she was so used to being a fighter, a champion.

“Daphne told you about her sister, didn’t she?” he guessed. She looked at him in surprise and slowly nodded.

“How did you…?”

“Things happen in Slytherin House,” he explained. “Most of those things, I know or learn about. Look. I’m not.” He paused. “I’m not angry with you,” he told her. “That Gryffindor courage and brashness that you have is bothersome, but I get it. You’re a hero. And you want to be everyone’s hero.”

“Don’t you?” she asked. “Astoria’s been raped. She was raped by five boys and she’s only fourteen. Shouldn’t someone do something?”

He took a deep breath. “They should,” he agreed. “And who’s to say they aren’t? However, there’s little anyone can do if she won’t talk to anyone about it. She won’t give names and she’s started to play it off as if it isn’t a big deal. I can’t force her to tell me who did what if she doesn’t want anyone to know.”

“But there hasn’t to be something you can do.”

“There is,” he said. “I’ve offered to pay for Astoria’s therapy, but she won’t go. Pureblood girls, and boys even, are taught at an early age that airing one’s dirty laundry just isn’t done.”

“This isn’t dirty laundry,” Hermione growled. “It’s rape. This happens in the Muggle world, too. So many people are so quick to brush it under the rug. To not talk about it, but it needs to be voiced. She is a child. She shouldn’t have to deal with such an adult topic. She needs to be protected.”

He pulled her into a hug and rested his chin on top of her head. “She will be,” he promised her. “When I learn who was responsible for what was done to her, I will make sure they pay.”

She rested her head against his chest and tucked her arms between them. It always felt so go to be in his arms, though she wondered just how much he really knew about the incident. After a few moments of him holding her, he broke away slightly to look down at her. “Would you like to go to bed now?” he asked. She gave a small nod and together, they retired to his bedroom where they made slow, passionate love.

(IV)(IV)

Theodore pulled his bowtie off and tossed it on the bed before unclasping his robes. He was drained and more than a little worried. Suddenly glad that he hadn’t actually partaken in raping Astoria that day, he had felt his blood run cold when Granger had brought it up. Sure, he had jerked off to it, because he had found it incredibly hot, especially when she had started getting into it herself. And he did have sex with her a few days or so later, but that had been consensual.

He unbuttoned his cufflinks and glanced at the young witch in the room with him. He had fantasized about this night, though he honestly didn’t know when his fascination with the girl had started. There was just something about her that turned him on. Perhaps it was her uniqueness? Either way, he had started paying attention to her. She was, to him, a natural beauty, even if a bit naïve. He enjoyed listening to her talk about things like nargles and wrackspurts and had even begun going with her to feed the thestrals at Hogwarts.

“If you want to change in the bathroom, you’re welcomed to,” he suggested when he saw her standing there, idly staring at a framed picture of a young Draco on his broom.

She tore her eyes away from the picture and looked at him curiously. “I’ve nothing to wear,” she pointed out softly.

He felt his groin ache at that confession and he shifted his weight uncomfortably. Instead, he unbuttoned his tailored white oxford and transfigured it into a nightdress that he handed to her. “That should work,” he said.

She gave him a wistful smile. “Thank you,” she whispered kindly.

He inclined his head as she disappeared into the bathroom that was linked to their bedroom. Malfoy Manor was immense. Draco had an entire wing to himself, so he had opened a couple of the guest bedrooms for his friends to use if they chose to stay the night. Growing up, Theo recalled weekends spent in the Manor, sequestered in Draco’s wing pulling pranks on one another and getting into mischief.

He pulled off the undershirt he wore, folding it neatly and placing it on one of the chairs in the room. It wasn’t a big bedroom by any means as it was designed to simply sleep in and little else. The king sized bed with the Slytherin House crest centred on the duvet and emerald silk sheets underneath was the largest piece of furniture in the room. There were two green plaited overstuffed chairs with a small redwood end table between them that sat in front of the fireplace and a four drawer upright red oak dresser that stood catty-cornered furthest away from the door. Next to the bed was a small red oak nightstand with a single drawer that contained a magazine or two.

The room was small, by Theo’s standards, but it was cosy. He sat in one of the chairs and took off his shoes before standing again and taking off his belt. He transfigured his trousers into a pair of pull string pyjama pants and returned to his seat, leaning his head back and closing his eyes for a moment.

He honestly didn’t know what to expect of this evening. They weren’t nearly as drunk as he had claimed in the sitting room earlier, but he had felt the tension in the air and knew that if they had continued, something bad would have happened. He licked his lips as the vision of Luna filled his mind.

He knew she was young. Being a year under him, he knew it would be at least two or three years before he would be able to attempt to make the witch his. He would wait, of course. She was too much of a beauty to pass up. The fact that no other bloke had tried to claim her yet left him flabbergasted and he could only assume it had more to do with her name than anything. The Lovegoods were known by many to be a crazy lot. Luna’s Muggle born mother had killed herself by accident while experimenting with spells and Theo had heard it had driven Luna’s father into insanity.

But Theo remembered Xenophilius Lovegood from his childhood. The man had always been a bit of a kook. Had even encouraged it in his own daughter, but the Pureblood Slytherin knew the moment he had seen Luna that she was different from her father. Yes, she was eccentric and quirky, but those were endearing traits on her rather than bothersome and annoying.

He heard the bathroom door click open and sat up in his chair. Luna floated gracefully towards him and sat on the chair opposite him as she towel dried her hair. “I’ll have to thank Draco in the morning,” she commented. “It was so thoughtful of him to allow us to stay here and to even provide toothbrushes for us to use.”

Theo smiled. “Yes, well, I think that’s more Narcissa’s doing than his,” he admitted. “She always makes sure the bathrooms are well supplied and ready for whomever is staying.”

She didn’t respond to that, but merely glanced at him. “I like your chest,” she commented. “Your skin looks taunt and tanned. Do you spend a lot of time in the sun?”

He could feel his cheeks warming at the compliment and glanced down at his own chest. “My mum is Italian,” he told her. “Tanned skin runs in the family, though I do spend my fair share of time outside. During the summer, my skin gets really dark.”

“Oo, I would like to see that,” she said. “I don’t tan. I burn, but I love being outside. It makes me feel free. My dad and I live in a cosy little house in the middle of a half-acre. When I’m home, I like to go out there and pick wildflowers to make into little crowns.”

“Perhaps I could come over some time during the summer and you could show me,” he offered as he leaned back in his chair. “I wouldn’t object to showing you Nott Manor either.”

She smiled softly. “We could guard it against nargles,” she said wistfully.

His eyes danced with amusement. “We could,” he agreed. “Merlin knows I could do without those buggers.”

She nodded and he could see her mind was working over something. He opened his mouth to ask what she was thinking when she softly asked, “What does a penis look like?”

The question shot straight to his groin and he shifted in his seat. “Sorry?”

Tilting her head, she looked at him. “I’ve never seen one before, but I’ve heard stories from the other girls in my House. Some find them frightening while others seem to think they look really nice. Mostly, though, many of the girls think they’re fascinating. That they’re like obelisks resting on two haystacks. It’s a strange description, but it does leave me a bit curious.”

His nose wrinkled at the depiction. “I wouldn’t quite say haystacks,” he said with a laugh. “If you’d like, I could show you.”

She bit her bottom lip, a movement he assumed she had picked up from Hermione. “Ok,” she whispered.

His voice caught in his throat and, suddenly, he was just as nervous. His heart started beating faster, pounding in his chest as he stood up. He held out a hand for her and helped her up as well. “This might be easier on the bed,” he said, his voice cracked.

She nodded and he swallowed as he led her to the bed and the two of them climbed on. He leaned back against the headboard. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“It’s just looking, right?” she replied with her own question.

He gave her a small smile. “It is. I won’t ask you to do anything you would feel uncomfortable doing,” he told her.

She nodded again. “Then you can show me,” she said as she sat next to him.

His cock hardened as he saw her eyes fall to his crotch. Reaching into his pyjama bottoms, he pulled out the stiff cock and fixed his bottoms so that his cock jutted out of them. He pushed the waistband to rest underneath his balls so that she could get the full view then his eyes focused on her face.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sight. “What is that on top?” she asked curiously. “It looks like a little hat.”

Leave it to Luna to cause him to crack a smile while his dick was on display. “It’s called the head,” he explained. He touched the pinpoint. “This is where our come and urine come out and the head acts as a sort of spear when we’re thrusting into the woman.”

“It has a blunt tip,” she pointed out.

He laughed, but agreed. “Well, it’s not intended to stab you,” he said.

She continued to look at it. “May I touch it?” she asked.

Theo nodded and the moment her small fingers brushed against it, his eyes rolled back in his head and he leaned back further into the headboard. His mouth opened a little as his breaths came out sharper. She started running her fingers over his cock, encircling it.

“It feels like velvet,” she told him. “Or like silk. And the skin here, if I pull it can go over the head. That’s interesting. And… Oh! What’s that?” she asked, swiping up some fluid that had come out of the head of his cock.

“Pre-come,” he answered without open his eyes. “It’s completely natural.”

He didn’t see her nod or how she actually tasted the pre-come that she had collected with her thumb. Her lips pinched at the bitter taste, but she continued touching him, even cupping his balls. “These do not look like haystacks,” she stated and he chuckled.

Feeling her touching him felt incredible and he knew that if he were struck with the Avada at this moment, he would die a happy man. He jumped when he felt the warm, wet tip of a tongue lick the head of his cock. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed. Luna sat there with her legs tucked under her, grasping his cock with one hand and was licking him.

“Wha…” he croaked. Straightening his voice he started again huskily, “What are you doing?”

She glanced up at him. “The girls in my dorm said that boys liked it when you licked them. Is that wrong?” she asked, as the grip of her hand loosened.

He shook his head. “No, not at all,” he said. “It just surprised me. I wasn’t expecting you to actually lick me, though you’re more than welcomed to continue if you like.”

She gave him a small smile. “I thought this would be a good way to accept your proposal to being your girlfriend,” she told him. “I know we can’t do that, but you were right in what you had said earlier. There are other things we could do.”

He could feel his heart swell as he sat up and a goofy smile spread across his lips. “Luna, you’ve just made me the happiest bloke in Hogwarts,” he told her.

She gave him the prettiest of smiles before turning her attention back to his cock. He watched her as she licked him and, eventually, helped her guide his cock into her mouth, showing her how to suck on him while stroking the shaft with her hand. When he knew he was about to come, he pulled away from her and used the extra skin of his cock to catch the come so it didn’t get everywhere.

“Oh! That’s an interesting little trick,” she said. “I’ve heard most guys just shoot their come all over the girls or into the girl’s mouth.”

Theo shrugged. “I have a bit more respect for you than that,” he explained, “especially for your first time. I’ll be back.” With that, he got up, still holding his dick, and went into the bathroom.

It had been a trick his father had taught him a long time ago when the man was instructing Theo on the best ways to please a woman. He knew a lot of women didn’t like having come on their bodies or in their hair. While most of the time, he didn’t care, Theo wanted Luna to feel secure when she was with him. Not just because she was young and innocent, but because, in that moment, he had confirmed his personal desire to make her his wife one day.

He cleaned himself up, washed his hands, and rejoined her in the bedroom. He paused when he stepped up to the bed. “I can sleep on one of the chairs, if you prefer,” he offered.

Luna looked at him curiously. “Why would you do that?” she asked.

He licked his lips and glanced down at the duvet. “I know you’ve never done anything like this before and I didn’t…”

“It’s not like we’re actually going to have sex, Theo,” she interrupted him. “You can sleep in the bed with me. It’s much warmer and far more comfortable than the chair.”

He smiled at her and climbed into the bed. The two of them got under the covers and he wrapped his arms around her tiny frame. “Tomorrow I can show you more pleasures of the flesh. Return the favour to you, if you know what I mean.”

He didn’t see her blush as her head was tucked in his chest. “That would be nice,” she whispered softly.

For a while, he just lay there, listening to her breathing. He thought about actually doing it tonight as he was vastly curious of how she tasted, but he heard her breathing even out and knew she had fallen asleep. He wasn’t dastardly enough to wake her just for that, so he closed his eyes and soon sleep found him as well.

(V)(V)

Blaise glared at the girl. “I really should fuck you after what you pulled,” he growled.

She folded her arms and stared at him in defiance. “I didn’t do anything,” she said.

He pointed at the door. “You told Granger your sister had been raped!” he shouted. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

She lifted a brow. “Yes, now she’ll start her little investigation to try to find out who did it,” she surmised. “Which is why you won’t fuck me tonight because, if you did, she would find out.”

He approached her dangerously. “I’m not the one dating her,” he hissed.

“No, you’re not,” she admitted. “But she can still see to it that you’re kicked out of school and your wand is destroyed if she were to find out you did anything.”

His eyes narrowed. “If you ruin this for Draco, he will destroy you,” he growled. “You know how hard he is working to keep her and how obsessed he’s become at the idea.”

She held her chin up. “He should have thought of that when he threw my sister to the wolves,” she commented. “I know neither you nor him had actually raped her, but standing there watching is just as bad. And if or when Granger figures it out, she will bury you both.”

“She wouldn’t have anything to figure out if you hadn’t said anything, you nasty little cunt,” the dark skinned boy barked.

“So, what are you going to do with me?” she asked finally. She was standing her ground, trying to be brave like the lioness had been, but she could feel her knees quaking and prayed Blaise wouldn’t see she was beginning to lose her nerve. She wasn’t equipped to handle these situations and she deeply regretted telling Granger anything. “Look. She doesn’t know who raped my sister just that it had happened. You know Astoria. She’s not going to say anything because our family doesn’t believe in naming and shaming. So, really, it isn’t that big of a deal. However, if something were to happen with me, I may just accidentally slip a name or two.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re treading on dangerous ground, little girl,” he warned.

She folded her arms, showing herself to be braver than she felt. “What, exactly, are you going to do about it?”

Author's Note: Well, that escalated pretty fast... What do you think Blaise is going to do? I think Theona is my new favourite couple next to Dramione. Theo's so sweet in his gentleness, and no, there is no ulterior motive there. He just wants her for his wife. *Giggles*

Raymareme: Yeah. Hermione is a smart girl. You'll see her intelligence start to come out more, like the way she started to ease into the truth or dare game to, hopefully get some much needed answers. Didn't work too well, but don't worry. It'll come. :)

Sherlocked17: Yeah. There's still one more day at the Manor before Hermione and Draco head to her family's home. So, we'll see what happens. ;)

Pinster: That is the hope. Honestly, I think in the end, his heart has the intentions right, but, like you said, he is 16 and the immense responsibility of being the head of house was pretty much forced upon him. He has his parents' support, of course, regardless of what Lucius is up to, but they have their own agendas. (Which will become prevalent in later chapters.)

ArielKidd: Bout time you reviewed my story! Lol! I love Malevolence, though unfortunately, I couldn't get into Hate and Love. (I have a thing about Draco ending up with anyone other than Hermione. It's nothing personal, just a schtick of mine, if you will.) As much as you enjoyed the Wicked series, I'm surprised you didn't look into Fantasy House or any of my other stories. Of course, they do tend to be a bit fluffy. *Shrugs*. As for getting into Draco's head, this has been requested of me a couple more times by other people and I am trying to incorporate some of that in my story, but it's hard because, like you, I like the dark and mysterious Draco and prefer not to read his mind but rather have it brought to my attention slowly, like a potion that needs to be brewed over a period of time. So slow,and yet, so sweet.

Anyway! Thank you for all your reviews. Please don't forget to let me know what you think! Hope you've enjoyed what I've written! :)
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