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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N : Sorry everyone for the delay of this chapter but I’ve been ill which although I had time to right I couldn’t even write a text let alone a new chapter. So here is the new instalment I hope you all like it.

Chapter 16: Deeper than face value

Blaise stormed into the Slytherin common room, he slammed the portrait door shut which in turn, turned a few heads.

“House meeting, Now!” He shouted, pacing back and forth, the Slytherins that were sat in the common room quickly dispersed to tell their fellow housemates.

Within a few moments all of the Slytherin housemates were crowded round in the Slytherin common room, apprehensive expressions etched on each of their faces. Hushed whispering could be heard amongst friendship groups, until Blaise raised his hands and silenced the room. They knew what was coming, Blaise was angry, he very rarely got angry and when he did it was generally for a good reason, the reason in this case; their loyalty.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL THAT ABOUT?” He proclaimed to the room, no one answered, what could they say? It was common knowledge that Blaise Zabini was not a supporter of Voldemort despite his parents being within the ranks, Blaise had tried several times to persuade his fellow class and housemates to not choose the dark side, but each time he didn’t prevailed. He often felt isolated within the Slytherin house, he felt as if they all saw him as a traitor to a cause in which many of them had been born into rather than chosen.

Blaise’s voice softened his facial features relaxing as his brown eyes scanned the room of students, each with a visible expression of fear. Slytherins didn’t get scared. “Is it true?” he asked. Every student in the room nodded.

“You could have told me, I thought you all despised me for betraying you all, for siding with the light. Why didn’t you come to me? I could have helped you?” he asked pleadingly.

Theodore Nott stepped forward, his glasses framing his Hazel eyes. “I wanted to, I did but, I didn’t know who to trust. All it took was one person to find out that I wasn’t the loyal servant I was made out to be, and I’d be finished.” Blaise nodded he understood his predicament. The dark lord had informants everywhere trying to find information on everyone including those within his ranks. If there was anything the dark lord loved more than killing muggles it was watching his own loyal servants suffer at his hands. “Do you have the mark?” Blaise asked, Nott nodded Solemnly.

“Vaisley? Parkinson? What about you two?” Blaise asked.

Nick Vaisley a sixth year Slytherin stepped forward. “You all know I have the mark. I thought at first that I’d like the power, I’m not going to lie I really thought I would. The day my initiation into his ranks came I found myself faced with an eye opener, I’ve never seen anything so horrible.” The dark haired boy stopped talking to collect himself. “He said it was a reward, for stepping up and being a man, a true death eater.” He said, more talking to himself than anyone else. “What happened?” Blaise asked gently.

Vaisley’s pale blue eyes were glassy from unshed tears. “There was a muggle woman, not much older than us, she’d been raped and tortured within an inch of her life, she was bleeding, and weak. She was so broken, she kept pleading with me not to hurt her, to not do it. But HE made me, everyone laughed, they called me weak and pathetic and that only a real man could end a muggles life.” The boy was now visibly shaking from the stress of reliving the memory.

“I kept telling myself that I was helping her. Than I’d end her suffering, and that it was noble, I told myself that at least if I did it, it would be quick and she could slip away with a little more dignity than if another was to do it. So I did it. I killed an innocent woman. Why? Because I was scared that it would be me instead of her.”

A small tear escaped Vaisley’s eyes; he wiped it away furiously as he cleared his throat. “And now I’m stuck in it, after that night I went straight to Dumbledore. He promised me protection; I agreed to be a spy because in a way it helps me to think that I’m helping the greater good. I suppose I also think that for every life that gets saved a little bit of my soul is too.”

When Vaisley had finished speaking the room fell silent, only the sound of the flames of fire crackling in the fire place could be heard. After a few moments Blaise finally spoke, each of them had been lost in thought and recoiled back into their own memories. “You did the right thing, Nick. You were right, you would have saved her so much more pain, and you’re a good guy. Just remember that.” A few students nodded their heads in agreement.

The room fell into another silence this time it was interrupted by Pansy Parkinson a seventh year she was a thin pale girl with black hair that was styled into a bob. Her blue eyes were firmly fixed on the floor, her revelation so shocking she didn’t want to see the looks of shock and disgust that she knew would appear on her housemates faces.

“I don’t have the mark” she said slowly. “I went to Dumbledore just after the summer holidays this year, I should have gone sooner but I was so scared what would happen. But everything just got too much over the holidays; I just needed to escape, to be free. To be the real Pansy.” She said fighting a sob; she remained quiet for a few moments, unsure on how to relay her tale of her abuse at the hands of the dark lord and his death eaters, many of whom were the parents of her fellow housemates.

“It started fifth year, my father had come to me and told me that I had been requested to attend one of the meetings. He said that I was to dress up real nice, and to look beautiful for his master. I did as my father told me, I just wanted to make him happy, to make him proud of me.” Pansy laughed bitterly through her tears. “He said that I was going to help him get in the dark lord’s good graces, that I would make our family powerful, and that I would be rewarded for my dues. I was stupid I know that now.”

“Pans, tell me what happened?” Nott said embracing the crying girl.

“It was awful, Theo. I didn’t understand what he was saying, it didn’t make sense. I knelt and remained quiet like my father had instructed me. Then I was grabbed and magically pinned to the wall, They… they took advantage of me, they ripped my clothes, they touched me. I cried out to my father but he just laughed, he said that it was the only thing I was good for and told me to be quiet and give them what they wanted. They raped me, taking it in turns to leer over me, hurt me.” She said sniffling.

Everyone was dumfounded by her revelation, Pansy had been molested and raped by the dark lord’s ranks, it suddenly dawned on Blaise that the ranks were made up with the majority of the students’ parents. “Did he touch you?” Blaise asked through clenched teeth, Pansy didn’t respond. “Did my father touch you, Pansy?” He asked in a softer tone, the girl nodded her head. The rest of the students understood Blaise’s train of thought.

Blaise suddenly thought of Draco, Draco had the mark, he was well within the dark lords ranks, he had to know if Draco had hurt her “And Draco, did Draco hurt you?” the girl shook her head and spoke “Draco never touched me, neither did Snape. The scaly nob told Draco that he would be presented with a task, and that if he passed it, I would be his prize. The Dark lord and Draco’s father decided that we we’re to be engaged but that he wasn’t allowed to have relations with me, however everyone else was still allowed to, even my own god damn father!” she said angrily. “That’s when I knew I had to go; I had to get away from there.”

“I’m so, so sorry Pans, I wish I knew.” Nott said to her.

“It’s not your fault, I couldn’t tell anyone anyway. Who would have believed me, like you already said Theo, who could I have trusted? I couldn’t have gone running to the order, they’d have never have believe me, after all at face value I am just a Slytherin, and everyone just assumes we are supporters.” She said wiping her eyes free from tears. Everyone within the common room nodded. They all knew she was right.

“Pansy, that’s awful, I’m so sorry, I really am we had no idea.” Blaise said apologetically.

Pansy sighed she’d finally stopped crying. “It’s okay, Blaise. It’s no-one here’s fault, when it first happened I blamed myself, but I realised that it wasn’t even me, it was them. When my father joined in I knew I couldn’t stand it any longer, I just didn’t feel safe being at home, being called for his every beck and call. So I went to Dumbledore and disowned my family, they disinherited me, but I’ve made my choice. I only wish I’d made it sooner.” She said resolutely.

“We’re all in this together; everyone in this room knows the atrocities that have happened. I don’t want to see another person go through that.” She admitted.

“I have only a few more question, this is for all of you.” Blaise asked the room.

They nodded in acceptance of his question.

“By a way of raised hands, In the beginning how many of you actually believe the shit Voldemort spouted about Purebloods being superior?” Blaise asked sceptically as he observed the students before him.

The students themselves looked to their friends to see their answer to the question. There were very few hands raised Blaise nodded he’d expected that, “How many of you still believe it?” Blaise asked again, not one of the students raised their hands.

“That settles it.” Blaise said concluding the meeting. “There are some people, who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other. We each have known pain beyond measure, we have each dreamed that we could be safe, and happy, and now my friends you have each sought to be safe, you have sought to make you’re safety a reality. However there is still a war, we are still under threat. We will still fight, but this time we will fight the ones who deserve to lose. You ALL deserve to be happy. You ALL deserve a second chance. This is only the beginning my friends. We are now a family; we will protect each other with our lives. We have been given an opportunity to have a fresh start! A new beginning! And make new friends. We will not live in fear any longer!”

Cheers erupted around the Slytherin common room at Blaise’s motivational speech, Nott and Vaisley approached Blaise patting him on the back. Nott started laughing. “Dude, your turning into Dumbledore” he said, the boys began laughing.

******

By the time dinner time had come round Hermione could feel the tension reappearing in her body at the thought of having to see Ron again, she didn’t particularly want to see him after his attack of her that morning. She just wanted to see Ginny, have a good time and be a girl. With that in mind Hermione had thought of a girls night for the two of them in the head dorms. Draco would be away at Quidditch practice leaving the common room completely free for her and Ginny to have some much needed fun.

Hermione smiled to herself, she had so much going on at the moment it was easy to forget that she was just an 18 year old girl, who just needed a bit of fun with her friends. Hermione made her way in to the hall and sat down next to Ginny.

“Hey Gin, You doing anything tonight?” Hermione asked with a smile on her face, Ginny raised her head from the Quibbler that layout on the table in front of her. Ginny gave a mischievous smile. “Depends, what you got in mind?”

***

At 8.30 on the dot Draco left for Quidditch practice, he was completely unaware of the two girls who were sat in Hermione’s room in fits of giggles, a bottle of Firewhiskey in each of their hands.

“Gods, Mione. You’re so bloody lucky, He’s just so gorgeous.” Ginny hiccupped and then burst into laughter again. Hermione was very aware that her best friend really couldn’t control her alcohol properly.

“Right come on, common room now, we have manicures to do and facials, as well as a whole lot of drinking and dancing to do.” She said winking at the red haired girl.

The girls made their way into the common room; Ginny levitated three bottles of firewhiskey as well as 6 shot glasses. She made herself comfortable in one of the cream arm chairs. Hermione followed Ginny carrying her wand and her Ipod. Hermione looked around the room and tutted.

“You know? As much as I love this common room, it’s not exactly made for a girls night is it?” she asked out loud to no one in particular. “I’m going to change it.” She said finally. With a flick of her wand, the once jet black walls had changed to a pale pink colour, the grand chandelier turned to a disco ball casting freckles of light all around the room. Hermione flicked it again to produce some colourful lights that flashed in a rainbow of colours, Ginny was mesmerised. “Wow, Mione, their so beautiful.” She said trying to touch a bit of reflected light that landed on the wall.

Hermione giggled at her friends alcohol induced state, she finally flicked her wand and smiled triumphantly, although nothing had actually appeared. Hermione walked over to her ipod,

“What music do you fancy, Gin?” she asked her woozy friend, Ginny smiled “I’m feeling something sexy” she giggled.

“Sexy it is.” Hermione said as she pressed play on her ipod, the music played aloud in every room with the head dorm, it was loud and fast, and inviting the girls to dance.

“Miss Weasley, may I have the pleasure of this dance?” Hermione asked mock bowing.

“I’d love to.” Ginny answered.

***

The girls danced and drank laughing at one another’s inability to handle the strong firewhiskey they were drinking.

Hermione had become too hot from all the dancing and had decided to change from her jeans and top into a black camisole top and a pair of red boy shorts that had ‘GRYFFINDOR’ written over the back of them.

Ginny had long passed out in the cream chair, which Hermione had transfigured into a sofa so her friend could rest more comfortably.

Hermione was still dancing and having fun, so she failed to notice the time on the clock above the mantelpiece.

******

Draco was in a relatively good mood, Quidditch practice had been good, the Slytherins were on form and they may have a chance at snatching the house cup from under Potter’s nose. What could be better?

Blaise was talking animatedly to a few of the team members, Draco walked just ahead of the group. All he wanted to do was Jump in the shower, have a nightcap and climb into bed.

He bid good night to his team mates and broke away from the group to go to the portrait of a snake and Lion sleeping; before he even opened the portrait Draco could hear music. Draco furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated on opening the portrait door quietly, thought he quickly realised it was a ridiculous notion with the volume of the music.

Draco didn’t know what to expect as he walked through the short corridor that led into the common room. As he came to the opening the first thing Draco noticed was the red head passed out on the sofa, he suppressed a smirk at the knowledge that she couldn’t handle her drink.

Draco quickly proceeded to scan the rest of the room only to have the breath knocked out of him, by what he saw.

In the centre of the common room was Hermione, she was dancing so free spiritedly lost in her own thoughts. Draco shifted closer to the wall to be obscured further so as not to be found.

Draco didn’t recognise the music Hermione was dancing to but the lyrics made it hard for Draco not to laugh, never in a million years would Draco ever think Hermione would dance to something like that.

My body needs a hero,

Come and save me,

Something tells me you know how to save me,

I've been feeling real low,

Oh, I need you come and rescue me.

Make me come alive, come on and turn me on,

Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on,

I'm too young to die, come on and turn me on,

Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on.

Hermione was wiggling her hips her knee’s bending dipping her as she did. Her hands caressed the curves of her body, resting on her hips, trailing up her sides, delicately teasing the curve of her breasts, until they finally were in the air. Watching her stirred something deep inside Draco’s groin, the familiar sense of arousal.

What made him more aroused was the fact that the witch in front of him had absolutely no idea how stunning she was, especially in the skimpy outfit she was currently sporting.

Hermione continued to grind her body as if someone were dancing with her, this was too much of a temptation for Draco, and before he knew what he was doing he had downed the shot of firewhiskey that had been abandoned on the desk and approached Hermione.

***

Hermione’s hands had just reached above her head, when she felt a warm hand in hers, pulling her around in the other direction, before she could put up a fight she found herself face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy.

Hermione immediately blushed at being caught in such a carefree state, her face turning pinker than it’s already alcohol pinked state.

Hermione didn’t move her hand from Draco’s, she was curious as to what he was going to do, and so she smiled at him, with a sudden burst of confidence she leant forward, her lips close enough to his cheek and whispered “Dance with me?”

***

She didn’t move her hand, that was a good sign, wasn’t it? Draco thought as he looked down at the curvaceous witch in front of him. Draco was startled when she leant forward, he could feel her breath against his cheek, her hair tickling his ear. “Dance with me.” She said.

Before Draco could even consider his actions his hand was on her hip pulling her closer to him, he spun her back around so her back was against his chest, her small round bum rubbing against his increasingly hard member.

Both of Draco’s hands were on Hermione’s hips guiding them to the beat of the music, he looked studying her movement as it flowed naturally to the sound of the new song.

What happens to that body, it's a private show,

Stays right here, private show,

I like ‘em untamed, don't tell me how pain,

Tell them this, bottoms up with the champagne,

My life, coming harder than we hit play,

Do you busy with the bail, were you insane.

Hey I heard you were a wild one, Oooh,

If I took you home,

It'd be a home run

Show me how you do.

I want to shut down the club,

With you,

Hey I heard you like the wild ones.

Draco had to stifle a moan when Hermione ground her bum against his groin again, his member straining against the material of his trousers; her hands were in her hair, her head moving with her body to the music.

Suddenly Hermione’s hands were intertwined with his, guiding them up her body, first on her toned stomach, her torso, then around the sides of her perky breasts.

Draco was desperately trying to reel in his self-control, he had no idea that Hermione could be so provocative, she probably didn’t know what she was doing let alone the effect she was having on him.

Blaise, just think of Blaise, he’s your best friend, you can’t betray him. You can’t take advantage of her like this; she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Damn it Draco get a hold of yourself! He kept thinking.

Hermione’s head moved forward exposing the small of her neck, the tenderness of the skin inviting Draco to kiss it, suck it and bite it, anything just to mark her as his.

***

Hermione could feel Draco’s raspy breaths on the back of his neck, it tickled her and made the hair stand up on end, her entire body was on fire from his touch, her body had never felt more alive.

All of a sudden Hermione felt cold, she turned around to find that Draco had disconnected himself from her form and was fighting some inner battle.

“I have to go” He rushed out, before running up the stairs to his room leaving a confused Hermione in his wake.

***

Draco, ran as quickly as he could into his bathroom switching the shower on the coldest setting possible. Throwing his clothes with abandonment he stepped in to the icy water willing his erection to go away. Never in his life had he felt so aroused.

He remained in the water for a few minutes before realising that his erection was not going anywhere without any assistance. The strain was almost painful, the tension he felt in his groin urging him on.

His large hand made its way down to his now throbbing cock, Draco rubbed the top of his thumb over his head which was now releasing pre-cum, his hand moved further down until he was at the base of his cock. Wrapping his hand around it he began to move his hand over his shaft to the weeping tip and then back down, the slowness of the movement was agonising for Draco who wanted nothing more than to have his release.

This was not going to be slow and soft, this was going to be fast and furious. Draco repeated the movement again only this time putting more pressure on his shaft, squeezing it every so often. Draco could feel the knot of tension building in his abdomen that indicated that his release was not far away.

Draco leant against the shower wall as he sped up the movement of his hand, his free hand cupping his balls with enough pressure until it was too much and Draco groaned in satisfaction as a wave of pleasure enveloped his entire body. Draco leant hard against the wall trying to regain his breathing, which was now erratic and irregular.

With his eyes closed he let go of his now semi flaccid member and began to wash away the sticky liquid that coated his hand.

With a final breath Draco slid down the wall until he was finally sat on the floor of the shower, his head resting in his hands.

It was official Hermione Granger was going to be the death of him.

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A/N: Yey we have our first bit of smut. What did you think? What about the Slytherin’s? Have they really changed a new leaf?

Let me know what you think all you beautiful readers

JohnOfVegas : He may not kill them but he’s one very unhappy Weasley and He’s going to put up a fight.

Cherripepsiisgod : He has anger issues I think that’s fair to say. I’m glad you enjoyed last chapter. We started with a bit of smut. What do you think?

Love D

xx

p.s for anyone who wants to know the songs are Turn Me On by David Guetta and Wild ones by Flo Rida
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