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The Itch That Won\'t Go Away	By : sabreenthequeen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is where the funniness and weird stuff begins. Hope you like!
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Chapter VI: Drunkenness and a Quickie
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Hermione made her way over to Three Broomsticks. Draco Malfoy never leaving her thoughts.
Why did he kiss me? Anyone could've seen us. It was a public area. If anyone of the guys found out…. She shook her head, not wanting even to dwell on the thought. Who knows what they might do. If going out with a perfectly okay guy like Victor Krum make Ron tell her that she was "fraternizing with the enemy" this would blow his head off.
She just hoped no one would ever find out. Ever
She reached Three Broomsticks and reached her hand out to the door. Sighing, she pushed open and scanned the room looking for two redheads and a boy with raven black hair.
She didn't need to look long enough for there they were in the back, Ron's flaming hair standing out over all the other people. She went over to them and gave Ginny a quick hug.
"Hey guys what were you up to?" she said as she slid into a seat next to Ginny.
"Nothing," grumbled Ron.
"What happened to you?" she asked as she looked from Ron to Harry to Ginny. Ron's hair perfectly matched his face, which began to have purple dots. Harry had a look of content, but Ginny looked pissed off.
"The stupid git…" Ron mumbled.
"Ron who are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"Ferret face that's who."
"Draco Malfoy? What about him?"
"The insufferable prick was--" Ron began but was cut off by Hermione.
"Never mind, I don't even want to know," Hermione said, exasperated. "And you might want to go to the loo your face is sprouting purple zits."
Ron, who had purple-acne on his face as a result of the hex hurled at him by the end of Draco Malfoy's wand, turned a darker shade than his hair, nodded and made his way to the stinky loo, occasionally scowling at everyone that dared to stare at him for more than a few milliseconds.
"I'll go get you drink," Harry said and cheerfully got up.
"What's up with him?" Hermione commented. It was unusual for Harry to be so perky especially if Ron was so undoubtedly mad.
"Think he's king of the world, that's what," Ginny said, anger and frustration was clearly evident in her voice.
"Why what happened between you two?" she asked lazily. "Wait don't tell me… sexual tension?"
Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "I guess you could call it that. I mean I'm not getting any action at all from him! We didn't even kiss goddamn it yet he's so happy. Honestly I never seen a more childish teenager in my life. For a second I wonder if he even went through puberty yet or he's homosexual. There's nothing I didn't do these past two hours but all I get is a peck on the cheek! I guess Malfoy's right in giving him that name. Saint Potter indeed!" Ginny huffed.
Hermione was about to comment on that last bit there, but 'Saint Potter' arrived before she was able to even gather her thoughts and handed her a bottle of ice-cold…
"Is this fire-whiskey?" Hermione asked as she sniffed it.
"Yeah. I thought you'd need a little loosening up, you know," Harry said and he slid in a seat across form Ginny who snorted.
"You shouldn't be the one talking," Ginny muttered.
"What was that?" Harry asked, his face bewildered.
Hermione simply laughed and took a sip, enjoying the burning sensation in her mouth. This wasn't the first time she had it. Ron and Harry occasionally slipped it in her drinks, but by now she didn't reject it. She loved the fuzzy-ness that occurred in her head after drinking fire-whiskey and welcomed the light-headedness that resulted in drinking a few glasses.
Ron came in a few seconds later, his face free from the purple blemishes. "Thanks a lot for that spell you taught me Herm' it really does work," he told her.
Hermione smiled remembering the time when Ron's face broke out last year. She had brewed a potion but that resulted in the acne go away permanently but when Ron tried it, he got it wrong and ended up with triple the amount he begun with. Therefore he resorted to charms that were temporary yet most reliable.
"No problem, Ron," she said as she took another drink, no make that a gulp. She poured it down her throat not caring that she might be drunk after this because…well it just too good at that point.
"Oye slow down there mate," Harry said.
"Herm' Harry's right, you're going to choke," Ron said.
"And you're going to get drunk. Remember last time?" Ginny reminded her.
Hermione snorted and the liquid nearly came out of her nose because of the funny memory that coursed through her mind. She still remembered that day not too long ago when she drunk so much she was wobbling all over the place and gave the bewildered Neville a lap dance and everyone else quite a show.
"Yeah, guys but just one more won't hurt," she said as the willed the cup to refill again. It did and she swallowed a few more gulps down. Harry and Ron shrugged their shoulders and continued drinking their fire-whiskey. Ginny took a humble sip from her butter beer (Ron, being the overprotective brother he was, didn't allow her to drink fire-whiskey) and looked at Harry scornfully.
"He must be from Pleasantville," Ginny mumbled under her breath thinking about that muggle movie that Hermione showed her once about a place that's only black and white and where there were twin beds in the master bedroom so that even married couples didn't have sex. "That can only be the explanation for his lack of sexual drive."
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Draco Malfoy kicked a rock with the end of his foot and stuffed his hands in his pockets wondering about his current state.
Why the fuck had he gone around and kissed her? The kiss in the morning was excusable but the one that happened moments before was just plain confusing. He never should have done that…it was public. If anyone would've seen them it would be the end of his reputation as Draco Malfoy, hater of mudbloods or anything muggle, Prince of Slytherin and Sex God of well…the whole school really.
He was so pissed he hexed a bug, gave Weasley a great purple-zit sprouting hex and was now on his way to find Pansy for a quick fuck to lift up his spirits and get the release he was aching to have after that simple small kiss he shared with Granger. The kiss was small and short but it left his whole body hot and aching…especially that erect member down there.
All he needed was Pansy or any other slut for that matter.
Finally he spotted a girl from afar with flaming red hair and a skirt so short it must barely fit her nice big arse. Just as he was about to approach her, he saw her practically throw herself at a boy with messy black hair. She latched at him completely, throwing her hands around his neck and her legs were tight around his waist. When Draco got close enough he realized that the girl was none other than the Weasel girl and the boy she had thrown herself at was Harry fucking Potter.
He watched in amusement as the girl did every possible thing in order to get in his pants, but Saint Potter simply unglued himself from her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Damn Potter must really be blind…or homosexual for that matter, he thought.
Just as he was about to make some sly comment at them, a girl approached him from behind.
"Hi Drakey," she purred.
It was Pansy. He never knew that he would ever be happy to see her pug face but his cock was throbbing uncontrollably and she was the only thing he had to work with at the moment.
Draco pushed her into an alley.
He pulled her skirt up and was glad, yet not surprised to see that she wore no underwear. He un-zipped his pants and gave it to her so rough, she was clawing at his back. Thank goodness that he wore clothes or else he was afraid that she would scratch him until blood came out.
Another good thing about Pansy was that she wasn't a loud one.
Once done, he zipped up his fly and left her there in the corner, a bloody and sweaty mess, and he sighed and entered Three Broomsticks.
Once inside his silver gaze locked on Hermione who was hiccuping,
He was shocked to find out she was drunk, but smirked when her chocolate brown ones rested on him.
She sucked her thumb suggestively and for the third time that day (or maybe even more) he felt the blood rushing to his organ.
Damn that Gryffindor slut, he thought, Now I have to look for Pansy again…or maybe I'll get her. His smirk grew wider. Not a bad idea.
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