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The Wager	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16454 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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‘Oh, I don’t know, Draco.’ Hermione wasn’t sure how to communicate her fear to the boy.
‘Why? You know it’ll be fun.’ Draco smiled lasciviously.
‘Maybe.’ She bit her lip nervously.
‘What’s the matter, love?’ Draco wrapped his arms around her and held her tenderly.
‘Your father and his friends are Death Eaters. I’m a Muggle-born.’
‘Didn’t I tell you not to worry about that? My dad isn’t going to care what you are if there’s any chance of getting you into bed.’
‘Draco, the last time I was in the same place as your dad he tried to kill me. He’s hated me for the last six years. Why would he suddenly change his mind now?’
Draco laughed. ‘Because he’s just realised that you’re not a little girl any longer. It’s amazing what good sex will make you overlook.’
‘Seriously, if you were in my position would you go? One lone Mudblood witch in a house full of Death Eaters.’
‘Not everyone at the party will be a Death Eater,’ Draco said stiffly.
Hermione sighed. ‘That’s not what I meant.’ She looked upset.
‘Explain.’ Draco’s voice had turned stiffer now.
‘What happens if I go there and someone decides to get me? After all, I am one of Harry’s best friends — I’m not exactly bottom of the list, am I? I don’t want to die or get hurt, Draco. Being serious, I’m terrified and I don’t think I can go through with it.’
Draco held her tighter, kissing her cheek gently. ‘What happened to that famous Gryffindor courage? I promise I’ll look after you, Hermione. I won’t let anything happen to you.’ He kissed her tenderly on the lips. ‘Please come with me.’ He kissed her again. ‘Snape will be there.’
‘Oh . . . I don’t know. I’m still not sure it’s a good idea.’
‘Why not? I’ve told you I’ll look after you. And I’m sure my dad will . . . please?’
Hermione sighed deeply. ‘Okay, I’ll come. But I will expect you to look after me . . . and I must be able to leave if I feel uncomfortable.’
Draco smiled widely, happier now he had Hermione’s acquiescence. ‘Of course, love. I just want you to have fun. That’s all that’s important to me.’
Hermione smiled. Despite what her friends thought, Draco really could be very sweet when he wanted to be, and since they had started fucking each other he was always thoughtful where she was concerned. It didn’t hurt that he was drop-dead gorgeous with a fantastic body, either. She wrapped her arms around him in return.
‘I trust you, Draco.’
She kissed him and her hands caressed his beautiful naked body as they had a hundred times before.

Hermione looked out over the beautiful gardens, enjoying the smell of the roses on the warm evening air. She had come out to the terrace to get some fresh air. The champagne and dancing were beginning to overwhelm her, as was Draco if she was honest, and she had escaped from him for a few minutes, desperate for a little time alone to recover her equilibrium.
Although Professor Snape was at the party he had kept well away from her so far. He was always just out of reach however hard she tried to get near him, although in truth she hadn’t really made that much of an attempt as she wasn’t feeling in the mood for yet more rejection from the snarky teacher.
Draco had been as good as his word, though, keeping her company at all times, although from the looks she had been receiving from Lucius Malfoy it was clear that, for this evening at least, she was safe. Well, she was safe from a Death Eater attack. She knew she wasn’t safe from the attentions of Lucius Malfoy.
She wandered along the terrace looking out at the extensive grounds, marvelling at the beautiful house Draco lived in. The place really was impressive, and massive, too, and the gardens were absolutely spectacular from what she could see of them.
Hermione knew she was looking good this evening. She had already known the reason for her invitation, and whilst Professor Snape was going to be there she didn’t seriously have any expectations with regards to him.
Lucius and Draco were another matter, though, so she had dressed to thrill in a maxi length, low-cut, figure-hugging halter-neck dress with a daring slit up the back, her only underwear a pair of hold-up fishnet stockings. Her hair had been piled up on her head in a sleek style, making her look older than her nineteen years, and the finishing touch was killer heels, which looked fantastic but were living up to their name with a vengeance.
She followed the terrace around the corner and leant out further over the balcony to look down on what looked like a formal knot garden. This place really was completely amazing!
A few seconds after she started looking, Hermione heard a faint rustling sound, and suddenly cautious, she went to stand up and turn round to see who had come onto the terrace. Although she was relatively safe at the party, alone out here with a Death Eater things might be different, especially with her back to them.
She couldn’t move.
Her heart started beating more rapidly and a cold knot of fear settled in her stomach and crawled its way slowly up her spine. Someone had put a non-verbal spell on her while she had been looking at the garden and she hadn’t even realised.
Panic filled Hermione and began to overwhelm her, and she wondered frantically whether Draco would come looking for her. Even if he did, it could be too late. Whoever had trapped her out here could kill her in seconds without anyone else at the party being any the wiser, and frozen as she was, there would be nothing she could do to stop them.
Hermione suddenly wished fervently that she hadn’t been stupid enough to agree to come to the party. She certainly should have known better than to come outside on her own, at least. Without any warning, she felt a hand brush gently down her bare back and a warm breath whispered in her ear. Someone stood behind her, breathing deeply.
‘Who are you?’ she asked shakily.
That was good — her voice hadn’t been taken away, they had just used a freezing charm on her. Although that didn’t necessarily mean anything non-malicious; perhaps they wanted to hear her scream when she died.
‘And I thought you wanted me, Miss Granger,’ a dark and silky voice said quietly, right by her ear.
Hermione’s heart thumped uncontrollably. It was Professor Snape!
‘Professor Snape?’
Snape laughed darkly. He pulled up the skirt of her dress and caressed her naked bottom. He took his time as he stroked her, knowing she was unable to do anything to stop him.
‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it?’ he asked seductively. His hand slid lower and rubbed her vulva, long fingers sliding into her, making her cry out. His lips found her neck and she moaned quietly as he planted whisper-soft kisses on it.
It was a weird feeling not being able to move. Hermione had the urge to writhe on Snape’s fingers but she couldn’t. The feelings building up inside her had no way of escaping and she cried out in frustration, unable to stop herself.
She heard a quickly muttered word from Snape. He cast a silencing charm on the area, making it verbal this time so she knew what he had done.
‘I hadn’t expected to not be able to move,’ she admitted through her whimpers. Snape’s long fingers were plunging deep inside her and the experience was amplified by being frozen in place. She could feel every exquisite touch but could do nothing to ease the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm her.
‘Think of it as bondage and a bit extra,’ Snape’s smooth voice said. His hand slid into the top of her dress to cup and caress her breast, fingers squeezing one of her stiffened nipples.
‘Ooooooooooohhhhh, I can’t stand it!’ Hermione cried. ‘It’s too much.’
Snape chuckled darkly. ‘Oh, I think you’re doing very well, Miss Granger, very well indeed.’
She gasped as his hand released her breast and moved down instead to find her bottom. A finger slid into her tight hole, pressing as deeply as the fingers in her vulva. Hermione could feel her muscles contracting and she was unable to stop the huge orgasm that ripped through her rigid body. A whimper turned to a sob and then to a cry of ecstasy as she came.
‘I need you,’ she whispered, on the verge of tears.
‘How do you need me?’ Snape asked quietly. His voice would have made her shiver if she could have moved.
‘Every way possible,’ she admitted. ‘I’ll do anything for you. Anything you want. I just want to be in your bed.’
‘To win your wager?’ Snape’s voice was suddenly sharp and sarcastic.
‘No! I don’t give a fuck about the wager any longer. I just want to make love to you.’
So now she had told him. Now Snape knew exactly how she felt about him, and Hermione found she actually didn’t care.
‘Soon, Hermione,’ he whispered, and suddenly she was released. She realised she could move. She turned to look at Professor Snape, but he was gone.

‘Do you want to take a look around the house?’ Draco asked as he passed Hermione a glass of champagne.
Once she had managed to calm herself sufficiently, Hermione had rushed back into the house determined to find and corner Professor Snape. Surely he wouldn’t leave her like that. But the Potions Master was nowhere to be found, and when she tracked down Draco he told her the teacher had returned to school.
Hermione didn’t tell him about her encounter with Professor Snape in the garden. That was something she wanted to savour and think about in her own time. But annoyingly, although Professor Snape had made her come he had left her feeling more frustrated than ever.
‘Yes, that would be nice,’ Hermione answered with a smile. She took Draco’s arm and he led her away from the party, stopping briefly to talk to his father before heading out into the large hall.
‘Your house is massive,’ Hermione said. ‘How many rooms has it got?’
Draco shrugged. ‘Loads. We’ve got fifteen bedrooms for starters. Actually, most of the house isn’t used that much, only when we have guests.’
They made their way up the stairs and down a long gallery containing a great many portraits. From the look of them, Hermione assumed they were all Malfoy ancestors. They looked imperiously out at her as she and Draco walked down the corridor hand in hand.
‘Family,’ Draco said dismissively as they passed. Soon he stopped at a large door. ‘This is one of the formal drawing rooms,’ he said as he opened the door. ‘It’s rather grandly decorated, which is why I wanted to show it to you.’
He ushered Hermione into the beautiful room. It was like the stately homes she had visited with her parents as a child. Exquisite silk wall coverings and heavy brocade tapestries and curtains filled the large room in beautiful shades of antique gold and dusky blue.
She twirled around in the grand room, taking everything in. The furniture must have been at least a couple of hundred years old and was clearly very expensive. The fireplace was one of the largest and most ornate she had ever seen and the massive chandelier glittered so much she wasn’t entirely sure that it wasn’t proper diamonds rather than just crystal.
‘It’s beautiful!’ she breathed in awe. ‘The colours are stunning.’
Draco smiled. ‘Yes. It’s one of my favourite rooms, too.’
Hermione looked at a large portrait above the fireplace. Whoever the man was, he was definitely a relative. He looked almost exactly like Lucius Malfoy, right down to the long, flowing blond hair.
‘That’s my great-grandfather, Lucien,’ Draco explained.
‘Good evening, young lady,’ the portrait said pleasantly. ‘Draco, please introduce your beautiful companion to me.’
‘Lucien, this is my friend from school, Hermione,’ Draco said. Hermione noticed that he didn’t mention her surname. It was obviously far too Muggle.
‘Delightful!’ Lucien replied with a wicked smile. ‘If only I were still alive. You certainly are a lucky young man, Draco. I know what I’d be doing were I in your shoes right now.’ He chuckled richly and Hermione found herself blushing.
Draco grabbed her hand. ‘Time to go somewhere else, I think, otherwise he’ll start directing in a minute.’ He grinned. ‘Unless you want to give my ancestor a thrill.’
Hermione laughed. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘Come on, let me show you my bedroom,’ Draco said, leading her from the room as Lucien grumbled behind them and made lewd suggestions.
Draco’s bedroom was another large and exquisitely decorated room. The Slytherin influence was evident in the greens and blacks of the décor and the massive poster of the Slytherin Quidditch team, with Draco looking extremely handsome as Seeker in the centre, taking up most of one wall. She tried to ignore the lecherous looks of the players as she sat down on Draco’s bed.
‘Perhaps we should have stayed with Lucien,’ she said, glancing at the poster again. Several of the players were now making incredibly crude gestures at her.
‘Do you want me to take it down?’ Draco asked.
Hermione laughed. ‘No. We won’t be doing anything they haven’t already seen. At least Crabbe and Goyle aren’t here to join in this time.’
She reached out for Draco, wrapping her arms around him as he bent to kiss her, her hands caressing his back.
‘My father was going to get rid of the other guests. He wants me to take you to his bedroom.’
‘Well, he can wait for a while. I want to spend some time with you first,’ Hermione said, kissing Draco again. Her hands had found his trousers now and were undoing them, warm fingers finding his large erection.
She slipped off the bed and onto her knees, her hand playing with Draco’s cock before she slid her mouth over it. Draco groaned with desire and thrust his groin forward, sliding deeper into her mouth. His hands ran through her hair, pulling it free from the pins that held it.
‘Oh yes, Hermione,’ he moaned as she continued to suck him. Her fingers found and stroked his tight balls; his cock slid deep down her throat. Her tongue flicked over and around his cock as she moaned, the reverberation causing him to cry out louder with pleasure. Soon he was coming, filling her mouth with his hot, salty seed, which she swallowed greedily.
‘You are so fantastic,’ he breathed as he slid off the bed to join her on the floor. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her tenderly. ‘I really do wish you were my girlfriend, Hermione.’
Hermione snorted with laughter. ‘I’m just about to fuck your father, Draco. Somehow I don’t think you’d be so happy about that if I was your girlfriend. Anyway, you know I’m saving myself for Professor Snape.’
Draco sighed loudly. ‘Snape again . . . don’t you ever stop thinking about him?’
‘No, not really,’ Hermione admitted, sounding a little maudlin. ‘Sorry, I’m completely smitten. But I’ve still got a soft spot for you, Draco.’
She kissed him again.

‘I would like to spend some time alone with Hermione,’ Lucius told his son as she and Draco stood in Lucius’ bedroom holding hands.
Draco looked at Hermione anxiously. He had promised her he wouldn’t leave her alone, and he was sure she included being with his father in that. But she smiled encouragingly and squeezed his hand.
‘It’s fine, Draco, I’m sure I’ll be okay.’ She gave the boy a hug. ‘Don’t go too far, though,’ she whispered. ‘I want to see you later.’
‘You have nothing to fear by leaving Hermione with me,’ Lucius told Draco with a pleasant smile. ‘After all, you know I am a perfect gentleman.’
Draco left the room as Hermione looked around. This was probably the most beautiful room she had seen this evening. Once again it was decorated in Slytherin colours, but Lucius’ taste ran more to the lighter end of the spectrum, with walls of pale grey silk and forest green and silver-striped furnishings. The room was dominated by a huge four-poster bed.
‘How have you enjoyed the party, Hermione?’ Lucius asked, honestly interested.
‘It’s been good, thank you,’ Hermione replied politely.
She was a little nervous now that she was alone with the man who, until today, had been her worst enemy. Hermione was aware that he was still very much in possession of his wand, and although she had hers in her bag she knew she would never get to it in time if he decided to torture her, or worse still, kill her.
‘And the house?’
‘Amazing! Both the house and garden, from what I’ve seen of it. It’s very beautifully decorated, and this room is no exception.’
‘You like the room, then?’ Lucius sounded pleased.
‘Yes, very much. It’s very tactile.’
As hard as Hermione tried, she just couldn’t relax. Fear was coursing through her and it was taking every ounce of energy to stop it from showing.
‘What’s the matter, Hermione?’ Lucius asked quietly. His hand brushed her arm. Hermione tried not to flinch at the contact.
She looked at him intently for a moment, her warm brown eyes meeting his icy grey ones, now looking at her with concern.
‘Mr Malfoy, I’m sorry if I’m not feeling entirely comfortable in your company, but the last time we met you tried to kill me,’ she admitted honestly.
‘You think I’m going to kill you?’ Lucius asked sounding amused.
‘Are you?’ That had come out more sharply than she had meant it to.
Lucius chuckled. ‘I wasn’t intending to do so. I actually had something rather more pleasurable in mind. I wasn’t even intending any pain . . . unless that’s what you’re into. And please, call me Lucius.’
Hermione shook her head looking confused. ‘I’m sorry, but I just can’t get my head round this, Mr — Lucius. Ever since I joined Hogwarts you’ve hated me for being Muggle-born, and suddenly that no longer matters? How can that be?’
Lucius frowned. ‘To be brutally honest, Hermione, I’m not overly happy that you’re a Mudblood.’ He ignored the sharp look she gave him at the use of the foul name. ‘However, you are incredibly attractive, and I’m afraid desire rather overrides considerations of blood status for the moment. I understand you’re rather a game young woman. Right now all I want to do is make love to you . . . I want to make you come for me.’
His hand had slipped around her waist as he talked and now he pulled her towards him. His head leant down slightly and his lips brushed against hers. His other hand caressed her throat, his thumb running around under her chin.
‘I want you very much, Hermione,’ he whispered seductively.
Then his mouth was on hers, hard and questing. His tongue pressed into her mouth, finding hers and capturing it, insistent yet tender at the same time.
‘Where’s your wand?’ he asked as the kiss finished, leaving Hermione breathless and somewhat shocked.
‘In my bag.’ She frowned. Why did he want to know that?
‘Let’s put both our wands out of the way and then we don’t have to worry about either of us doing anything stupid. It might help you to relax a little,’ Lucius suggested soothingly.
He put his wand down on a table the other side of the room from the bed and picked up a decanter full of golden brown liquid.
‘Would you like a drink? It’s cognac.’
Hermione nodded and walked slowly over to join him. ‘Yes, please,’ she replied.
She put her handbag down on the table next to Lucius’ wand and took the heavy cut-crystal glass he handed her. She waited until Lucius had taken a sip of his drink before taking one of her own. Even now she couldn’t help being suspicious.
‘I’m not trying to poison you, Hermione . . . or drug you,’ Lucius said in amusement. ‘It really is just cognac — and a very good one at that.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Hermione said, suddenly embarrassed. ‘This is just so weird.’
‘I understand,’ Lucius said, his voice darkly seductive. He took her hand and led her to the bed. ‘A bit of adjustment required for both of us, I think.’
His mouth found hers again, this time tasting of the cognac he had just been drinking. Hermione melted into his embrace. If nothing else, he was a wonderful kisser. Lucius kissed her throat, his hands moving to untie the neck of Hermione’s dress. He let the material drop to reveal her naked breasts.
As he pushed her back onto the bed his mouth found first one nipple, then the other; his tongue laved around each, nipping at them as they grew. His hand pushed her skirt up and began caressing the skin of her thigh above the stocking top before sliding between her legs.
Hermione whimpered with pleasure, her back arching. Her own hands reached to unbutton Lucius’ shirt, eager now to touch him as he was touching her. She gasped as his fingers slid inside her and his mouth bit down on her hard nipple.
‘You like that, angel?’ Lucius whispered darkly.
Hermione whimpered again in response. She undid his shirt and pulled it off, revealing his hard, muscular chest. Her thumbs found his nipples, feeling them grow as she rubbed them, hearing his quiet moan of pleasure.
She writhed against him as her hand moved to his trousers; she could already feel the hardness of his huge erection pressing against her. Then there was a flurry of movement as she finished undressing Lucius and he completed the removal of her dress, murmuring with pleasure at the sight of her stockings, before pushing her down beneath him once more, his mouth back on her breasts.
‘So beautiful,’ he whispered as his lips moved slowly down over her stomach, his tongue tracing light patterns over her skin.
Hermione whimpered once more. A moment later she cried out even more loudly as Lucius’ tongue found her clit. His hands pushed her legs wide apart as his talented mouth pleasured her, her cries driving him to lick her harder. Soon she was writhing, trying to pull away from him, whispering that what he was doing to her was too much for her to bear.
Ignoring her pleas for mercy, Lucius wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her sweet flesh closer to his mouth, giving her no chance for escape. His pleasure when she came, crying out his name and still begging for him to let her go, was evident.
He pulled her to him, holding her tightly in his arms before positioning himself between her thighs, his hard cock pressed against her soft entrance. He slid into her and Hermione’s back arched once more, drawing him inside her.
Lucius groaned as he thrust into her, his mouth finding hers almost immediately and kissing her deeply as they moved together, finding a rhythm suitable to them both. Hermione’s legs wrapped around Lucius as she pulled him deeper inside her; her body reacted to his with every movement and touch, however gentle. By the time she reached climax for the second time she was almost in tears, overwhelmed by the sensations Lucius was creating inside her body.
Finally, they lay breathless, entwined in each other’s arms, content to gently caress each other as they continued to kiss, whispering gentle words as they touched. Hermione knew now that she no longer had anything to fear from Lucius Malfoy. Never again would he take arms against her. Their lovemaking had changed their relationship forever.

. . .

‘Severus is the luckiest bastard in the world,’ Lucius said honestly as they lay talking, both now recovered from their lovemaking.
‘What did you say?’ Hermione looked confused. She certainly hadn’t expected to hear anything like that from Lucius Malfoy.
‘You are after Severus, aren’t you? I heard something about a wager?’ Lucius asked lightly.
‘God, does everyone the whole world know about it?’ Hermione asked unhappily. ‘Did he tell you about that?’
‘He did mention it, although Draco also said something. I will have to admit to being rather jealous, now we’ve made love. The idea of you wanting him so much when I want you so badly is quite hard to take.’
‘You’ve no need to be jealous, Lucius. Professor Snape has no interest in me. I’ve tried everything I can think of and I’m still no nearer to being in his bed,’ Hermione said, trying to keep the sound of disappointment out of her voice. She thought for a few seconds of the encounter with the Potions Master on the terrace but pushed it out of her mind. Now was definitely not the time or the place for thinking about that.
Lucius laughed richly and pulled her to him and gently caressed her back, sending small electrical shocks up her spine. ‘You’re very wrong, Hermione, if you don’t think he’s interested. I’ve known Severus for many years and I know you’ve got to him. He’s just a tough nut to crack, and he doesn’t like the wager thing. But I’ve never seen anyone affect him the way you have. He would be very stupid indeed not to take advantage of that which you’re offering.’
Hermione shrugged. ‘Perhaps I’m just not his type.’
‘I do hope so,’ Lucius said sincerely. ‘If that’s the case, I might have a chance of convincing you to let me make love to you again in the future.’
His lips found hers once more as his hand slid between her legs and he pushed her down beneath him, his body rubbing against hers, the delicious friction causing both of them to moan with pleasure.

‘Are you all right, Hermione?’ Ron’s voice was full of concern. He and Harry looked at the pale girl sitting quietly at the table.
‘I’m fine, just in need of some sleep. It was a long night.’ Hermione smiled, thinking back to the previous evening and the considerable number of orgasms she’d had. She looked across at Draco, who smirked widely as her gaze fell on him and then to the head table where Professor Snape was eating his breakfast.
‘So where did you go, exactly?’ Harry asked.
But Hermione missed his question. The Potions Master had just raised his head to look at her and she was entranced, her eyes locking on him as he surveyed her appraisingly.
‘Hermione?’
Harry nudged her. Hermione looked away from Professor Snape and gazed confusedly at Harry.
‘Sorry, what did you say, Harry?’
She glanced back at Snape. He was eating his breakfast again.
‘Bloody hell, Hermione, can't you forget Snape for a minute? I asked where you went last night.’
Hermione reddened slightly. She hadn’t told her friends about the party, knowing that they would try to stop her from going. She knew she had taken a big chance but she really did trust Draco despite his animosity with Harry and Ron. She just knew they weren’t going to react well to her friendship with him, and even less well to her dalliance with his father.
‘Oh fuck, what have you done this time?’ Ron asked, seeing the stain of colour rising in Hermione’s cheeks. ‘Not the Slytherin Quidditch team again?’
‘No.’ Hermione’s voice was quiet. She looked back at the head table. Professor Snape’s dark eyes were watching her once again.
‘So what, then? I suppose it was something to do with him, was it?’ Ron gestured at the Potions Master. ‘You’ve become bloody infatuated with him, Hermione, do you know that?’
‘I can't help that I fancy him, Ronald,’ Hermione said just a little too peevishly, tiredness making her short-tempered.
Ron glared at her. ‘It’s more than fancying, it’s a bloody obsession. Anyway, you never used to like the greasy git so I don't understand why you suddenly find him so attractive.’
Hermione sighed. ‘I wish I knew. I mean, I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for him.’ Ron and Harry looked at her in surprise. ‘Well, I was hardly going to tell you, was I?’ Hermione said defensively. ‘After all, you both hate him so much and it’s not really something I wanted to talk about.’
‘When you say a soft spot . . . ?’ Harry enquired.
‘Don’t ask,’ Hermione warned. She was blushing again.
‘Well, I know you’ve always thought he was a good teacher even though he’s always been a complete bastard to us,’ Harry continued.
‘But just how far did this soft spot go?’ Ron asked.
‘What do you want me to say?’ Hermione muttered, suddenly feeling under pressure.
‘Well, did you think about shagging him before we made the wager?’ Ron asked.
Hermione nodded slowly.
‘You did?’ Harry was stunned.
Hermione bit her bottom lip. ‘Quite a bit, actually. I guess he’s probably been my top fantasy for a few years.’
‘Fantasy?’ Harry asked sounding confused.
‘She means when she has a wank,’ Ron said knowledgeably.
‘Yes, thank you for that, Ronald, how very insightful of you,’ Hermione replied archly, her temper rising again.
‘So the wager wasn’t really much of a loser for you, was it?’ Ron asked, sounding disgruntled.
‘Oh, I don’t know. I’m about to go bankrupt to the pair of you, aren’t I? I mean, Professor Snape’s not interested.’ She looked again at the teacher, who was watching her once more.
‘He must be the only person in the school who isn‘t,’ Ron said snidely. ‘So what did you do last night?’
‘I went to a party, actually,’ Hermione said, ignoring Ron’s comment. She tore her eyes away from the Potions Master to look at her friends.
‘A party . . . and you didn’t invite us?’ Ron was upset.
‘Erm, no, you weren’t invited,’ Hermione said, wincing slightly.
‘Whose party was it?’ Harry asked.
‘Erm, I don’t think you’re going to like this much.’
‘Whose party, Hermione?’ Ron repeated a little louder.
‘Lucius Malfoy’s. I went with Draco.’
‘You went to a party containing a bunch of Death Eaters and you went with Malfoy? Are you mad?’ Ron was outraged.
‘Because of Snape?’ Harry asked, sounding a little incredulous that Hermione had been that stupid.
‘Sort of,’ Hermione replied, looking a bit shifty.
‘Sort of?’ Harry gazed at her intently.
She shrugged. ‘Well, I knew he was going to be there, although I didn’t expect to get any further than I already have done. I really went because Draco wanted me to.’
‘Is there something going on with you two since your thing with the Quidditch team?’ Ron asked suspiciously.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, actually there’s been something going on with him for rather longer than that. I mean, we’re not a couple, but we have been . . . “friendly” for a couple of years now.’
‘A couple of years! Hermione, he’s our worst enemy, remember?’
Hermione bit her lip again. ‘Hmmm, I know. But actually, he’s really nice to me.’
‘If I was getting to fuck you regularly I’d be really nice to you, too,’ Ron said angrily. Then he realised what he had said and went bright red.
‘Is that the only reason you’re nice to me, then, Ronald?’ Hermione asked, stung by his comment.
‘Sorry, Hermione. I didn’t mean that. Fuck . . . I’m really stupid sometimes.’
Hermione sighed. ‘Yes, you are, Ron. But that’s why I love you.’ She moved into his open arms and accepted a hug.
‘Okay, so you and Malfoy went to this party. Are you mad? It must have been full of Death Eaters. And Malfoy’s dad — you know how much he hates you,’ Harry said.
Hermione blushed again.
‘What?’ Harry looked confused.
‘Erm, I don’t think he hates me that much . . . not anymore, at least.’
‘What did you do?’ Harry asked, dreading her answer. Ron sensibly kept quiet.
‘Erm, we sort of buried the hatchet.’
‘You fucked Lucius Malfoy!’ Ron hissed, a shade too loudly for Hermione’s liking.
‘Shut up,’ she said hurriedly. ‘I don’t want to talk about it here. Let’s go somewhere more private if you want to discuss it.’
She looked back at the head table. Professor Snape was still looking at her. She smiled at him as she stood up.

. . .

‘Are you really saying you fucked Lucius Malfoy?’ Ron asked unhappily.
Hermione dumped herself on one of the sofas and girded herself for the argument that was about to follow.
‘Bloody hell, Hermione, Draco Malfoy’s bad enough! But his father — he tried to kill you, or had you forgotten that?’ The boy was clearly very upset.
‘Of course I hadn’t forgotten. Anyway, he apologised for that.’
‘What did he say? “Sorry for hating you all these years and trying to kill you at the Ministry,” in the middle of fucking you?’
‘No, Ron. He apologised before that. Admittedly, it was a little uncomfortable, to begin with, but Draco was really good. He really looked after me while all those other Death Eaters were around.’
‘Didn’t do a very good job of keeping you safe from his father, did he?’ Ron spat angrily.
‘He wasn’t meant to. I knew before I went what Lucius wanted,’ Hermione admitted.
‘And yet you still went?’ Harry looked stunned.
‘Yes . . . and not just because Professor Snape was there either. I really wanted to know how Lucius’ view of me could have changed that much. I was really interested to discover how he could go from nasty to lecherous without any form of guilt whatsoever. And it turns out he’s just a horny hypocrite,’ Hermione explained.
‘All we need to do is get Hermione to fuck every Death Eater and the war will be over,’ Ron said sarcastically. ‘Perhaps you can take on You-Know-Who next.’
‘Oh, don’t be so stupid, Ronald.’ Hermione retorted angrily. ‘There is nothing wrong with Draco apart from your prejudice against him, and Lucius was perfectly pleasant once we’d talked.’
‘I just don’t understand why you’d do it,’ Harry said, sitting down next to her on the sofa.
‘I don’t know either,’ Hermione admitted. ‘Mind you, I’m not being very sensible recently, am I?’ She sighed loudly.
Ron sat down on the other side of her.
‘I’m sorry, guys,’ Hermione said sincerely, rubbing her friends’ arms. ‘Look, I know you don’t like Draco, but I do. And he wanted me to go to the party with him, so I agreed.’
‘I never understand you, Hermione,’ Harry admitted, ‘but you’re rarely wrong. I don’t like the idea of you and Draco being friends, but I suppose I can’t stop you.’
‘Ron?’ Hermione asked hopefully as she looked at her friend.
He shrugged grumpily. ‘You’re not going to fuck Malfoy’s dad again, are you?’ he asked.
‘It’s not on my list of things to do,’ Hermione said.
She wasn’t lying, exactly. After all, it wasn’t on her list. Professor Snape was the only person she really wanted to fuck now, but if Lucius did want to play in the future she certainly wasn’t going to turn him down. He was an extremely accomplished lover, and once she had relaxed and allowed him free rein he had given her a very pleasurable night.
Ron relaxed and put his arm around her waist. ‘You’re mad. You do know that, don’t you?’ he said fondly.
Hermione leant over and kissed him. ‘Of course, but that’s why you love me, isn’t it?’
She looked at her watch. ‘Shit, I need to go. I’ve got Arithmancy in five minutes. Are you guys Quidditching tonight?’
‘Not tonight. It’s homework night,’ Harry said unhappily.
‘Good!’ Hermione smiled. ‘Let’s come here after dinner. It’s been too long since I spent any quality time with you two . . . yes, Ronald, I will help you with your homework,’ she said with amusement, knowing what Ron had been about to ask.
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