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Same Time Next Week	By : SESpotwood Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11379 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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�Really Draco, it�s all right, I�m calling off the dare, you�re not backing out,� Crabbe desperately tried to convince Draco for the tenth time in three days.

�Crabbe, bugger off already. I told you ten times, I am going through with it. I think it�ll be interesting. You know those uptight ones are usually wild in the sack.�

�Draco, forget it.� Goyle joined them at the dinner table. �She wouldn�t shag you if her life depended on it.�

Draco shot Goyle an angry glare, but then shrugged. �You�re right.�

Crabbe and Goyle sighed.

�So, you�ll give up?� Crabbe asked hopefully.

�Hell no! Have you just met me Crabbe?� Draco rolled his eyes and poured himself some pumpkin juice.

Crabbe glanced down the table to where Pansy was sitting. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked it seductively, winked at Crabbe, then pointed to Goyle.

�Oh bloody hell, Malfoy!� Crabbe shouted, jumping to his feet. �Just give up!�

�Vinny, people are staring at you, sit down.� Goyle gently tugged on Crabbe�s robes.
�Have you gone mental, Crabbe? It�s all figured out, I have a plan. I need you two to help me. Are you in?� Draco asked, staring at Hermione from across the Great Hall.

�Greg...help,� Crabbe whispered to his mate.

�I�ll talk to her...we better go along with him in the meantime.� Goyle tried to ease Crabbe�s mind.

�What are you two gits whispering about?� Draco snapped.

�Just curious about your plan,� Goyle lied.

�After dinner,� Draco looked around, �too many ears here.�

Very early on Friday morning, Goyle was awoken by Lucius Malfoy�s owl pecking angrily at the window.

�Damn bird is just like his owner,� Goyle muttered under his breath as he reluctantly climbed out of bed to let the messenger in.

�Oi, Malfoy...an owl brought this,� Goyle growled grumpily, tossing a package onto Draco�s bed.

Draco woke up, mumbled several obscenities and threats to Goyle, then tore open the package.
�Brilliant!� He sat up. �Father�s sent the cloak.� He held up the invisibility cloak for Goyle to see. He then reached into the box to retrieve the other item; a small bottle of potion. He read the accompanying note, printed in an undetectable handwriting.

If you get caught, do not come to me.

He rolled his eyes. "How typical, Father," he said to himself. He slipped out of bed and nodded firmly to Goyle. �You need to get the hair by tomorrow at the latest. Understand?�

Goyle sighed and gave a small nod.

Draco leaned over him, his face hovering above the sleepy boy. �Goyle, don�t fuck this up,� he warned.

�Sod off, Malfoy...your breath is rancid.�

�Malfoy�s do not have morning breath.�

Goyle pushed Draco out of his bed and rolled onto his side.

�It�s now or never,� Goyle told Crabbe as they walked out of the Great Hall on Saturday evening.

Crabbe sighed heavily.

�You fairies come up with a plan yet?� Pansy whispered right behind Crabbe.

He jumped back and grabbed his chest. �Fucking hell, Pansy!�

�We still have a day and a half, right?� Goyle stood in between Crabbe and Pansy.

�I�m being far too easy on you two.�

�Well, easy is your middle name, isn�t it?� drawled Draco, joining them now.

Pansy�s attitude changed instantly. She fluttered her eyelashes and giggled. �Why no, Draco, my name is Pansy the future Mrs. Malfoy Parkinson.�

�Do you want a shag?� Draco asked, to all of their surprise.

�You know I do, you sexy thing.� Pansy reached out to touch Draco�s face, but he snatched her wrist.

�Go to the top of the Astronomy tower. I�ll be along in a few minutes.�

�Really?� Pansy squealed.

�If you don�t go now, I may change my mind.�

She dashed out of the Great Hall and up the stairs.

�Are you actually going?� Crabbe asked hopefully.

�Of course not. Zabini and Nott are up there getting stoned. They�ll keep her out of my hair for a while. She won�t be able to walk when they�re through with her.�

�Heads up...here comes the weasel.� Goyle nodded toward the entrance to the Great Hall.

�Bloody hell, Crabbe, geroff!� Ron shouted as the much larger boy fell into him, knocking him back against the wall.

�Crabbe, you clumsy oaf, do try to show some manners,� Draco drawled. He pulled Crabbe off of Ron and nodded to Harry.

�You�ll have to excuse Vincent.� Draco spoke with a sarcastic yet superior tone. �It�s the first day with his new feet.�

�You�re not hurt, are you?� Goyle asked Ron, brushing off his shoulders and smoothing down his hair for him.

�Get your hands off him,� Harry threatened, taking his wand out of his pocket.

Goyle feigned shock and backed up.

�No need for wands, Potter.� Draco shook his head slowly. �My boys and I are on our way. Come along gentlemen.� He waved to Crabbe and Goyle.

As the three Slytherins headed down to the dungeons, they heard Ron say, �They�ve gone mental, they have.�

Draco snickered.

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Hermione headed down to the dungeons on Sunday afternoon. She had received an owl from �An anonymous student.� The note read:

Hermione, I need to speak with you straight away regarding something my housemates are plotting. I�m too afraid to go to my Head of House or any other professor for that matter. I think I can trust you...at least I hope I can. I�ll be waiting in the Advanced Potions classroom.
�An anonymous student

Although she was quite suspicious about this rather odd note, the idea of uncovering and upsetting a Slytherin conspiracy was too much for her to pass up. She naturally assumed this was a Slytherin student.

She thought about asking Ron or Harry to come with her, but she hadn�t seen either one of them since breakfast. Besides, she was Head Girl and the cleverest witch in the school, surely she could handle the situation on her own.

As she approached the old classroom, another thought occurred to her; what if this was a trap set up by Draco in order to get revenge for the detention she had issued him the week before.

She gripped her wand firmly, just in case, took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.

Someone grabbed her and pulled her into the room. Before she could cast a spell or even scream, the tongue of this person was shoved into her mouth. Hermione pushed him away and promptly scolded him.

�Ron Weasley, what is the big idea? You frightened the bloody hell out of me. Did you send me that note?� she asked, her heart pounding from the shock.

Ron nodded and flashed a flirty smile.

�Why would you do such a thing?�

�I knew you wouldn�t be able to resist coming,� Ron replied in a quiet, raspy voice.

Hermione furrowed her brow. �What�s wrong with your voice? Are you sick?�

�Sore throat.� He rubbed his neck.

�Oh, well then, you should go see Madam Pomfrey straight away,� Hermione said in her mother hen tone.

Ron shook his head. �I�ll go later. I miss you.� He pouted playfully.

Hermione sighed deeply. �I�m sorry, love. I know I�ve been preoccupied lately...more than usual, but we�ve been over this. Professor McGonagall and Professor. Dumbledore have entrusted me with a great responsibility and I don�t want to disappoint them.�

Ron rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. �I know, I know, but I just want a little time with you...all alone...no Harry, no text books, no interruptions. That�s why I chose this room. No one will look for us down here.�

�Ron, I can�t just hide out in the dungeons all day.�

�How about for a half an hour?�

�A half an hour?�

�Enough time for a quick shag.�

�Ron,� Hermione whispered, her cheeks turning pink.

Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione�s waist. �Come on, don�t you think it�s exciting, sneaking down here for a shag in the middle of afternoon?�

Hermione bit her lip. She did find it exciting.

Ron pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck softly.

�Ron, what if someone hears us? What if Snape or God...Malfoy should walk in?�

�Malfoy can watch. I�ll show him how to properly make love to a woman. I bet he�s the fuck them hard and leave them type.�

Hermione blushed again. �That wouldn�t be so bad,� she thought out loud.

�What?� Ron said in a loud, albeit, scratchy voice. �You�d let Malfoy watch us?�

�No, oh good Lord, no, Ron. I just meant the...� She bit her lip. �Fuck them hard part.�

�Hermione, what�s got into you?�

She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. �Boys don�t hold the patent on fantasies, you know.�

�But, I thought you...�

�Yes, Ron, I know you think I like it all soft and slow and romantic, which I do, don�t get me wrong, but once in a while a girl just wants to be fucked.�

Ron pointed his wand at the door, muttered a locking charm, followed by a silencing charm cast throughout the room and then pushed Hermione up against the wall. He ran his hands down the front of her body, giving her breasts a firm squeeze. He trailed kisses up her neck and nibbled her ear.

�Get ready to be fucked.�

Hermione sucked in her breath. Reality hit her for a moment...she realized that this was improper, but the moment Ron�s lips touched hers, a frisson of excitement slithered down her spine. She melted against him and gave in to his desperate kisses.

Their mouths locked, Ron pushed his tongue far into her mouth and kissed her with more passion than he ever had before. He ground his erection against her crotch and pulled out of the kiss just long enough to lift her jumper over her head. He captured her mouth again and slipped his tongue in and out while moving his head from side to side.

Hermione fumbled to open his pants, but had some trouble with the button.

Ron stepped back and hungrily eyed her breasts. He pushed them together, growled, then buried his face in her cleavage.

�Oh Ron,� Hermione breathed.

�Don�t say my name,� he murmured, as he unfastened Hermione�s jeans and pushed them, along with her panties, down to the floor.

She stepped out of her clothes. �Why not?� she asked in a breathy voice.

�I�m not Ron. I�m just a random stranger out to give you the best shag you�ve ever had.�

�Ooh, you�re so kinky today, what brought this on?�

�Well, it�s been a while, hasn�t it? I�m bloody horny.�

�Mmm, I like this new side of you...I think it�s quite sexy.�

�Shh,� he whispered, then slipped his hand behind her head and pulled her in for another passionate kiss. He nibbled her bottom lip, then along her jaw and down her neck, while fondling her breasts through her bra.

�Oh, God...take off your trousers,� she pleaded desperately.

He unbuttoned and pushed his trousers down just enough to free his aching cock. Hermione shivered noticeably and bit her lip.

�Turn around.�

�What?�

�Turn around and lean over that desk!� he demanded.

She sucked in her breath and complied. She felt a bit exposed with her bare bum in this position, especially when she looked over her shoulder and saw Ron gaping at it. He looked as though he was going to eat her alive. She had never seen him like this before and she had never been as wet as she was at that moment.

Suddenly, Ron slapped his hands against her ass, kneading it firmly. He then ran his hands up her body, caressing her curvy waist. He cupped her breasts in his hands, leaned down and unclasped her bra with his teeth.

Hermione let out a high pitched moan. Her bra slipped down her arms, exposing her breasts. Ron ran his tongue up the length of Hermione�s spine as he pinched her nipples so hard it was just on the verge of being too painful.

�Oh my God!� she exclaimed loudly.

With his fist wrapped around his cock, he rubbed the head between her slick folds.

�Ron, we shouldn�t stay here for very much longer,� Hermione subtly urged him.

Without a word of warning, he thrust forward into her.

Her breath whooshed out of her in a part-gasp, part-shriek.

�Fuck, so tight�so wet�oh fucking brilliant,� Ron groaned. His nails dug into her hips as he held her firmly and rammed into her repeatedly.

�Oh�.oh�.oh,� squeaky moans escaped from Hermione�s throat with every forward thrust.

Ron wrapped his arm over her hip and reached down to feather her clit with his fingertips. �Come for me,� he ordered.

�Yes..yes,� panted Hermione.

�Louder! I want to hear you scream when I make you come.�

Ron�s balls slapped wildly against Hermione�s body. She felt as though she was having an out of body experience�she had never felt this good.

�Oh my�yes�yes�YES!� she screamed as her mind reeled and her orgasm spiraled out from her inner core.
Ron shoved himself forcefully as deeply into her body as he could possibly get. �Shit, I never thought you�d feel so fucking good,� he growled as the contractions of her body caused his own orgasm to shoot out of him like a burst of lightning. He collapsed down onto Hermione�s back, pressing her against the table.

She could hardly breathe, not only from the weight of Ron�s body, but from the sheer exhilaration of the experience.

�My God, that...was....brilliant,� she panted.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. �It�s locked,� said a deep, muffled voice.

�Oh fuck!� Ron spat. He quickly scooped up Hermione�s clothes and shoved them into her arms. Throwing the invisibility cloak over her head he said, �Get ready to run.�

�Ron, you have to come with me.� Hermione was on the edge of panic.

�The Head Girl can�t be caught like this. It�ll be much faster if you go alone. On the count of three...you run,� he said firmly, then pulled her in for a quick parting kiss on the lips.

She pulled the cloak tightly over herself.

�One.� He removed the locking charm from the door. �Two.� He opened the door and shouted, �Lumos Maxima!� casting a blindingly bright light to shine in front of the eyes of whomever was there. �Three, run� he whispered desperately to Hermione.

She bolted as fast as she could in the opposite direction; her clothes pressed tightly to her body with one hand, while the other held the invisibility cloak with a death grip. She ducked into the nearest room which she knew to be vacant and quickly got dressed.

�Shit,� she muttered to herself upon realizing that she had left her bra and panties behind. �I hope Ron has them.�

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