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Boys Night, Girls Night	By : ginbucket009 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 66024 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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2.

“Lav-Lav, how many of these tube things have we had?” Hermione slurred. It has been four hours and many, many “tube-y” things later. The bass beat was thumping, and the sound was pounding through her body. There seemed to be a pair of hands on her hips, and they didn’t belong to her. How odd.

“I would think about 10...or something like that.” Lavender yelled over the music. The girl’s night always started out this way. Drinking, dancing, then over to the V.I.P table, which was where they were heading now.

Hermione had to pry the hands off her hips which she now realized to belong to a creep who had being eyeing her all night. “Katie Bell-Weasley! Why didn’t you tell me the creep was the one glued to my ass?” Hermione spluttered back at the table.

“Oh, Hermy! He needed a thrill! Not his fault or anyone’s for that matter that you look so fuckable tonight.”

Hermione felt herself blush, but gave Katie a saucy wink. “Sorry dear, George wouldn’t allow it.”

“Oh yes he would.” Came the reply.

All the girls snickered and proceeded to eye the room for the night’s festivities. It was the running game that after a few they each would proceed to pick a guy from the crowd for one of the group to be dared to do something with. Hermione, of course, was the champion.

Ginny, who was engaged, was merely the referee and proctor for the game. She had a trick up her sleeve. She hadn’t told any of them except Lavender who was her ally for the night that the boys were coming here too. Each of the girls, who were well known in their own right from the war, were charmed to protect their identities. Only those who were present during the charm saw through the personas. That is where many flings happened without any problems. Hannah, aka Hermione, was a tall, poker straight long haired blonde with emerald green eyes. Ginny couldn’t help the eye color, Harry popped into her head when she was casting the spell. But the effect was nice. Hermione didn’t complain. In fact, she gave an evil smirk worthy of the Malfoy heir when she checked out her reflection, which gave Ginny plenty of hope that this night would go off without a hitch.

Lilly, aka Lav-Lav aka Lavender, was short and pixie like, except her dark spiky black hair emphasized her darker eyes. Again, the name couldn’t be helped, and Lavender was quite pleased with her look.

Kaleigh, aka Katie Bell Weasley, was married. However, as long as George was part of the plan, he didn’t care, hence why he was coming here tonight. This curvy brunette was a favorite disguise for them both.

Angelina couldn’t make it tonight, a disappointment to everyone. She usually gave Hermione a run for her money. But Padma was here, named Pamela and with curly red hair and medium height, she was the Irish girl next door. Ginny searched the crowd and saw when the boys entered. She winked to Lavender and asked her to start the festivities.

“Well, well, well. There are a bunch of good ones here tonight. Hermione, I pick you first, of course. Let’s see if you can’t beat the record you yourself set of getting out of the club with the man of my choice under thirty-five minutes from introduction.” Lavender announced. Hermione set her shoulders and felt the familiar shock of adrenaline through her body. Who was the challenge tonight? Lavender scanned the room and fixated on a wizard. She followed Lavender’s pointed finger and still couldn’t see who it was. “You see that tall one? Pale features, but godlike attributes?” When Hermione shook her head she decided to be blunt about it. “By the bar, standing next to Harry?”

Hermione froze. Harry was here? Which meant the boy’s night was here. Which meant Draco was here. Which meant... “You want me to fuck around with Malfoy?” Hermione demanded loudly.

The girls broke into drunken laughter, and that spurred Hermione on instead of retreating. She cleared her throat, even more determined. “Fine, but if I win this, then all of you are screwed for next game. I’m not playing nice.” She eyed each player and lingered on Ginny. She knew Gin was behind this, the missing information from earlier in the day fell into place. Harry would see it later, indeed. They all paused, and then nodded. It was worth it.

Ginny smiled like the Cheshire cat at his most smug and gestured to the bar. “Let the games begin.” Hermione shook out her limbs, her pregame ritual. She threw back another shot, and smoothed out her outfit. She looked at Ginny, who gave her a thumbs up and a smirk. If she didn’t care for Harry’s sanity so much, she would have snapped her neck.

She let out a throaty laugh at the thought, practicing. They all had to switch up their voices so they wouldn’t be recognized. This had disaster written all over it. “Wish me luck, ladies.” Walking out of V.I.P., she gave herself a mental shake. This was not Hermione and Draco. This was Hannah and a stranger. Keep it light with no details. Leave the bait, and walk away.

She walked up in between Draco and Harry at the bar and raised her hand to the bartender. He nodded and put up a finger to let her know he would be over in a minute. She felt a pair of eyes on her, and looked up at Harry. She watched as he did a double take, and knew her cover was blown. Damn Gin, she just had to go with the green eyes. She needed to fix this before she could toy with Malfoy. “Hannah.” She introduced herself slowly, willing Harry to play along.

After a second, he contained his smile and put his hand out to shake. “Harry.” She gave him a brief smile and asked who he was with this evening. “Couple friends.” He waved to George, Draco, Seamus, and Ron. They all gathered around her so fast that if she hadn’t known them so well she might have been scared. Only Draco hung back, evaluating her.

“Hannah, what can I get you?” The bartender asked from behind her. “Appletini, please Mark.” She gave him a wink, and turned back to her company.

“You and the bartender are on a first name basis?” Seamus asked surprised. “I thought the club just opened?” “We just met tonight, but he has a great memory for faces and names.” She equivocated. “-As do I. What are your names?” She gestured to the group. Harry, his voice sounding completely amused, introduced them all. Draco was still eyeing her with silent intensity. Hermione felt the need to clarify this. She leaned into Harry, a hand on his arm, and whispered in his ear. “Does Draco always do this? It’s mildly confusing.”

Harry whispered back, “You have no idea. Is he your challenge tonight? I expected Ginny to give you a harder target. Draco loves blondes.” Hermione let out a low chuckle and nodded. Harry laughed with her and asked if she was here alone. Again, her eyes were drawn to Draco. She could feel a slow but fierce blush working its way to the surface from the heat of his stare, but forced herself to contain it. It would be a dead give away. Hermione might blush at the smallest provocation; Hannah was bold and confident and never gave away her emotions (drunk, embarrassed, aroused, or otherwise). He had cocked his head to the side, watching this whispered conversation. Hannah grinned to taunt him.

Draco did love blondes. This blonde, however, had something slightly off putting. It was as if he had met her before. Tall even without those gold stilettos, she would come to just under his chin. He stared bluntly at her and admired her body. His attention was taken by those lips while she chatted. Full, but complete with a dimple in her right cheek. For some ungodly known reason, she was cuddled up to the Boy Wonder. Her eyes were the same shade, and Draco wondered if this behavior was from being related somehow, before he realized that Harry had no remaining family. Interesting. He watched her again as she picked up her drink, said a brief goodbye and start to walk back to her friends in the back of the room. She did a quick flick of her hair over one shoulder. Then paused so slightly that anyone who wasn’t watching would not have noticed and threw a brilliant smirk over her shoulder to Draco. An interesting invitation by far.

“And what was the hushed conversation about, Potter?” Draco leaned over, signaling another drink. “She was asking why you didn’t do anything but stare, actually.” Harry seemed resigned, but oddly had a smile on his face.

“Hmm, blunt and to the point. I may like this one.” Draco grinned.

“I’m sure you will.” Harry responded, but couldn’t quite contain his humor. Draco was lusting after Hermione, unknowingly. Oh Gin, what have you started?

Hermione was back at the table, not five minutes after leaving, to the shock of all. “Did Hannah just loose?” Gin asked belligerent. How could that happen? She had been planning this all week!

“Hardly, Gin. Malfoy likes the chase. Leave him the bait, and he’ll follow shortly. If I wanted to up the ante, I could use that poor creep from earlier. Malfoy loves to rescue as well. When you live with him for two years, you pick things up.”

Once everyone thought about it, they realized she was right. Damn it all. It would just be better if she lost and admitted defeat already.

Lavender mumbled, “Thirty minutes and counting,” while Padma picked out her fling for the evening. Lilly’s target was a stranger, but Ron seemed to pick up her vibe and made a play for it. It took a minute for the group to stop laughing. Poor boys.

Ginny offered Kaleigh an easy toss-up, her husband. They disappeared rather quickly, to nobody’s surprise. And Pamela was given the bartender, Mark, who had been eyeing her all night. Apparently, tonight wasn’t about the others, just Hermione.

Twenty minutes later, Hermione was on edge. Draco had disappeared. I know you’re here, you little ferret. Come out and play she thought to herself. I have ten minutes for my record. Looks like Plan B is needed. “Gin, if I don’t come back tonight, put my jacket and bag in my mailbox. I’ll need it in the morning.”

Ginny laughed and nodded. She knew what was going to happen next. “Have fun, enjoy it.”

Hermione decided to make it easy and headed back to the dance floor. It took all of two minutes for the creep to find her, and three more before she realized, drunk as she was. This is not how she planned spending her night.

Draco was looking for Hermione. He saw Ginny at the back table with a group of girls, the blond included, but if they were here, then so was his roommate. He wanted a peek of her drunk and dressed for a night out. The fact that Ron knew more about her, with and without clothes was starting to grate on him. But after a twenty minute search party, plus a stakeout of the women’s bathroom, she wasn’t there. Did she leave early? Maybe Gin would know. He started making his way to the back table. Ginny was sitting with Harry, or more to the point, on Harry, involved in a severe make-out session. It was a good thing the paparazzi were barred from the premises. As he approached Hannah left, making her way to the dance floor. He kept an eye on her.

“Gin Bucket, I heard Mione was coming out with you tonight, where might she be?” he drawled, smiling as the couple jumped apart.

“You prat, you know I hate that name. And she left earlier.” Ginny scowled, and then looked murderous. “Fucking creep.”

Draco looked at her in surprise. “I beg your pardon?”

She gave him an arrogant sneer. “Not you; that guy bothering Hannah. He’s been all over her the entire night.”

He whipped around, and found the pair in question and made his way forward without a second thought. Ugh, why did such lowlife’s think they could encroach on his territory? He unconsciously started moving towards her even faster as the scoundrel hands grabbed her ass.

Hermione did attempt let him down nicely, but he didn’t take the hint. Maybe she was slurring. Irritated, she tried dancing her way over to another group of guys, but he followed. She let her frustration out and shoved his hands away. He gave her a grin, a comment about playing rough, and came back at her. Before she could even respond, raise her fist and end this charade, Draco was in front of her, eyes blazing. He gave a hard look for a moment and leaned in. He grasped her chin, and kissed her, snaking his other arm around her waist and pulling her up against him.

After a brief period of shock, her hands rested on his shoulders, and she opened her mouth to him willingly. She slipped her tongue into his mouth to engage his own and heard the growl from the back of his throat. She felt herself insanely turned on by that noise and pressed against him again.

A cough in the background brought them back to the present, and Draco gave her a wink. “I couldn’t find you earlier, babe. There are too many people in here.” Draco announced clearly.

And she took the hint. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have walked away so fast. I thought you were right behind me.” This was the truth at least, Hermione thought.

The man behind Draco hesitated, and realized that they were together. He left in a huff. “Thanks, he was bothering me all night.” She barely got the words out. It was hard to focus when he still pressed her against him with his arm around her waist. “Draco, was it?”

He grinned. “I wasn’t sure you’d remember my name.”

“Well it is rather unusual.”

“Fair enough.” He cocked his head to the side for a moment. “Are you sure we’ve never met before?”

Hermione could feel the blush starting in her cheeks again. “Who knows?” Everyone but you. “Maybe we met before and forgot.” There, smooth it out, leave yourself an opening.

He leaned down to whisper against her ear and traced his thumb across her cheek. “I doubt it. I’d remember your face.” He trailed his hand lightly down her exposed back. “And I know I would have remembered this body.” He took a nip at her ear. “And this hair.” He slowly nuzzled against her jaw. Hermione was turning into a puddle. No wonder he had so many girls in his bed. “And most of all, these lips.”

He hesitated briefly, gauging her reaction, and after tracing her lips with his thumb, pressed a soft kiss. What started out soft became demanding, and she was trying to regain her composure and control. Hermione reminded herself about the game, and to breathe. Need to be able to live in order to play the game; I have to get control of myself. She made herself end the kiss and look dead into his eyes; face wiped of emotion. It was necessary, but still a minor mistake since those dark gray eyes promised many a naughty thing. She pushed and started to walk away.

He stood behind her, face blank with shock. No one walks away from him once he makes a move. Just how highly does this witch place herself? Then she turned to face him twenty feet away, close to the door, the devil’s smile on her face. “Are you coming, or not?”

Of course she’d been in Draco’s room before, but never quite in this context. Hermione found herself praying that it wouldn’t be her last adventure here. Opening her eyes, she watched as Draco grabbed her knees and pulled her along the bed until she was balancing right on the edge of it.

Positioning himself at her entrance, he wrapped his arms around her legs and slammed into her tight heat, groaning loudly as her inner muscles clamped around him. Draco couldn’t get enough her. She was un-freaking-believable. Hannah had just as much enthusiasm as he did, and it was a first to find someone who could keep up with him. He watched her writhing on the bed as his cock, coated in her juices, plunged in and out of her slick passage. Her hands gripped the silk sheets and she threw her head back, crying out in pure ecstasy as he pounded furiously into her. He was rapidly losing his battle with self-control, and he hadn’t faced that problem in years. What was it about this chick? Hermione could hear him, grunting and making that delicious growl over and over again. She bit into his neck and felt him start pounding harder. He reached down swiftly and pinched her clit. The surprise move caused her to fall over the brink, screaming her pleasure to whatever Gods were listening in the skies above.

He felt her shuddering and heard her scream his name surrounded with a stream of profanities. With the sound of his name on her lips he allowed himself to be lost in her. The sensation started in his stomach and moved up his back; he let out a husky groan, thrusting somewhat unsteadily as he emptied himself inside her. He collapsed forward, still inside her warmth, gasping for breath. He could feel her chest heaving against his as she, too, tried to breathe.

Her hand drifted up his back lightly, then down again. She felt him tense slightly at the movement, and then he sighed into her neck. Hermione was drowsily content, and allowed him to take her with him when he fell to the side. She snuggled under his arms and fell asleep.
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