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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: The humorous humor with no plot whatsoever has begun. Due to the sexual innuendo you mustn't read unless you are one hundred percent sure this will not offend you in any way. That said, enjoy.

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Chapter VII: The Effects of FireWhiskey
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Hermione took another sip of her fire-whiskey, ignoring the protests from her friends.
"Oh you guys… (hic)…just a little more…(hic)…won't hurt," she said as her body jerked every now and then. The stupid spasmodic inhalation that occurred after the sudden closing of her glottis was being accompanied by a peculiar sound, known as hiccuping. She knew that this wasn't a very good thing and that it was occurring due to her very bad drinking habit, but for some reason the nice feeling she was getting from the fire-whiskey made it impossible to stop.
She looked up at Ron who too was drinking, but not as heavily as she, and wondered how it would be like to get down in his pants.
She snorted and once again the liquid nearly came out of her nose. What kind of thoughts am I thinking? Damn now I really must be drunk.
"Hermy, you okay?" Ron asked as Ginny pounded Hermione's back.
"Yeah, just went down…(hic)…the wrong way…" she replied irritably. She hated it when Ron called her 'Hermy' it was bad enough that Grawp said it, but him too!
Just then the door to the bar swung open and in came a very tall figure. His hair was dirty blond and his face was a bit rugged (he must not have shaved that morning) with a stubborn chin, high cheekbones and a strong jaw. He looked vaguely familiar and that was when Hermione remembered he was her ex-boyfriend. The one whose picture she still had in her room.
The alcohol must have really gotten to her head because she was beginning to think of all sorts of very naughty things. She felt like walking right up to him and give him a sloppy kiss he'll never forget, scrapping her face against his hard rough cheek. Or just strip right then and there, showing him something he'll never get to touch again. She wanted to do something so bad. Something that would make him feel sorry for ever breaking up with her in the first place.
Therefore she sucked her thumb and batted her eyes suggestively.
Just then she felt someone else's eyes bore into her. She knew it wasn't her ex because she was staring right at him yet he wasn't looking directly at her (he was looking at Ginny or quite possibly even Ron, she couldn't tell), but it was someone else. His silver blond hair was disheveled and his clothes were a bit askew yet he looked just scrumptious. All thoughts of her ex-boyfriend vanished and she remembered that nice glimpse of Draco Malfoy's arse and the area up in front (that long bit that sticks out of males) he had given her that morning and those delightfully yummy kisses they shared just moments before. He stared at her with a look of shock, amazement…and hunger.
Damn it why is he looking at me like that? She thought as she kept on sucking her thumb, her mind torn in two. One thinking of why he stared at her so, the other still reveling on the thought of how it would feel to have his long thick arousal buried into her because it was sticking out of his robes rather evidently.
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"'Mione are you okay?" Harry asked, genuinely concerned for his drunken friend.
Events of what happened last time filled his mind and he began to laugh hysterically. He remembered so well how his best female friend had jumped upon a perplexed and very red Neville Longbottom and begun to do all sorts of nasty things upon his lap. He still remembered the fact that she began stripping, right there in Gryffindor Tower. Neville might have been oddly scared at the moment, but Harry remembered that very night, the moans that emitted from the boy's bed later on that day (the curtains were drawn around bed…thankfully). It had scarred him for life. And now here he was, with his friend who drunken again. He just hoped at Hermione wouldn't repeat the last time's events here in Three Broomsticks. Not that he would mind to see Hermione half-naked body (or even fully naked body for that matter) but he didn't want her to loose the reputation that he knew she worked so hard over the years to possess (only a few 7^th years were there at the time when Hermione became wild and they had forgotten the event or pretended to as to not get in the wrath of the Head Girl.)
When he saw his friend suck her thumb, running it up and down in her mouth and having her tongue massage the length of it, he knew that he shouldn't have given her that to drink, yet the laughing persisted.
"Harry stop laughing, we have to stop her," Ginny said seriously. "Remember last time?"
"That's precisely why I'm laughing," he managed to say after controlling his roaring laughter.
Harry looked at Ron who began to stare at Hermione's mouth. Since his friend was sitting right next to him, he was able to see the effect Hermione's sexual innuendo had on Ron and he wished he didn't see. There right in front of him was a bulge so big, Harry nearly choked.
"Harry you all right?" Ginny asked him.
Harry nodded his head, though he knew for a fact he wasn't. Hermione's thumb sucking, Ron's big thing, and the acts Ginny performed earlier that day all came into him in a giant heap. He stood up abruptly, and ran off.
"Harry where are you going?" Ginny asked as followed Harry. She looked behind her to where Hermione was sucking her thumb and Ron was drooling. "We should help out Hermione and get her back to Hogwarts."
Harry shook his head. "You take her back…I think I'm gonna go to the loo."
"Whatever for?" Ginny asked as she followed him.
Harry's face turned a nice shade of green. "'Cause I think I'm gonna hurl!" he said and rushed into the boy's lavatory, leaving a confused and very irritated Ginny behind.
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Ron couldn't help but stare at his friend. Her thumb sucking had caused his whole body to grow hot and needy and now all he wanted to do was thrust his aching cock into his best friend's tight…
He shook his head. He shouldn't think about those things, it would only get him slapped once more, but she was so tempting. Was she doing this on purpose? Did she want to make him squirm in his seat? By the looks of it she was, but the odd thing was, she wasn't looking at him. Nevertheless, he stared at his best friend, occasionally shifting in his seat, with his mouth slightly ajar. (A drop of saliva can be seen hanging at the edge of his mouth.)
Next to him he was able to hear Harry's uncontrolled laughter and Ginny's comments about taking Hermione back to Hogwarts, but it all seemed to enter one of his ears and go out the other. A second later, he felt the absence of Harry and Ginny, but it didn't matter, he was mesmerized by Hermione's mouth, and wondered how her soft lips would feel around his arousal instead of her thumb.
He didn't even notice that the sexual innuendo wasn't directed at him.
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Hermione didn't notice when Harry and Ginny fled. She didn't notice Ron's drooling stare and the large bulge in his pants. She didn't notice her ex-boyfriend approach her. All she stared at was Draco Malfoy.
Damn he's so hot, she thought as she sucked her thumb faster. Just his stare made her hot and her core ached so bad she wanted to slip a hand down there and make it all come out. She saw him lick him lips and in turn she rolled her tongue at the length of her thumb. Though they were meters apart she could hear him moan.
All thought of her friends left. She was vaguely aware of Harry's laughter, Ginny's looks of concern, and Ron's stare. She didn't even notice that after Ginny and Harry left, her ex-boyfriend caught sight of her and now gave her a look of pure carnal craving. She even forgot that it was Draco Malfoy she was looking at. The stupid prat that made her life a living hell all those years. The boy who might just know about the whereabouts of her brother.
She snapped out of her trance as Draco Malfoy mouthed the word, "Tonight."
Damn…I forgot about that.
Before she was about to react Malfoy walked away toward his 'friends' the morons Crabbe, Goyle, and the other one Blaise Zabini who Hermione had to admit was quite a charming young man…nah let's face it he was sexy. The boy had a dark mysterious look about him. He looked like a rebel, a man that could give you anything and do anything. His black hair and dark enigmatic eyes were mad erotic and his skin was nice and tan (he had a Mediterranean look about him…his parents might be from Greece or something.) However Hermione's eyes weren't focused on him but his friend who seemed to be the complete opposite, yet the same in many ways. As Draco Malfoy moved, her eyes followed him until her line of vision was blocked by a very tall and heavily built young man. She stared up at the obstacle and her eyes rested upon two very dark blue eyes.
She took her thumb out of her mouth.
Fuck I forgot about him.
She smiled sweetly at her ex boyfriend and rested a hand on Ron's who at that point felt electricity shoot through his spine and nearly fainted at the contact.
"Hello Hermione," her ex boyfriend said, eyeing her up and down.
"Hi Ryan," she said and she rubbed Ron's hand.
Ryan's gaze went to her hand, which at that point was massaging Ron making the boy whimper slightly.
"Having a good time I see?" he said, his eyebrow arched.
"Yeah. You?" Hermione asked, pleased that her hiccuping stopped.
"Could be better," he said huskily.
"Oh yeah?" Hermione said as she licked her lips and removed her hand from Ron's.
He moved closer, and bent down so that his face was mere millimeters from hers. "Yeah…"
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Just then Ron realized that Hermione no longer sucked her finger and she no longer massaged his hand. Shaking himself from his trance, he looked at Hermione closely, but his vision was a bit blurred. However he was able to make out another figure towering over Hermione.
He was going ask the person who was and to get the hell away from Hermione, but he was feeling rather tired and disoriented at the moment. Within seconds his face dropped on the table, squishing his cherry pie.
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The contents inside Harry's stomach disgorged itself up in a process known as reverse peristalsis and were now coming out of his mouth as he hovered over the toilet bowl. The purple and green substance swirled around in the toilet and when he caught sight of it, he threw up again. The event sending tremors through his body.
When he was sure it was done and no more would occur, he went over to the sink to wash his face and hands.
He heard Ginny pound on the door, demanding to know whether he would be all right, but a sudden flash of how she had jumped upon him earlier that day came upon him. He just didn't understand. An hour or so ago, he would've loved to get under Ginny's skirt, but something occurred that made him mortified. Maybe it was the amount of red bush he caught a glimpse of, or maybe it wasn't all that, just the aftermath of the firewhiskey. But whatever it was, it ruined his mood. And for the first time sex wasn't all that appealing to him.
Damn what happened to me? he thought as he looked down at his pants trying to make sure he still had his dick. He did, thank Merlin, but something was dead wrong. Where his hormones on 'stop'? Should he go to a doctor and get himself checked?
He shook his head…nah it's just the whiskey. Just the whiskey…he told himself over and over again trying to convince himself, yet horribly failing as Neville's moans ran through his mind and an image of Ron's erection did too.
Fuck…he cursed as he splashed his face with ice cold water. Just Fuck.
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Hermione looked up in the eyes of her ex-boyfriend. The blue depths of his eyes were mesmerizing, a feature she loved a lot about him (with the exception of his very rugged chin. She loved to rub her face against it. It made her feel like as if she were in the hands of a man.) Though he wasn't good looking, the manner in which he presented himself had made her attracted to him in the first place. He really knew how to treat women, too bad he treated other women a bit too kindly than necessary, resulting in their immediate break-up.
She was able to feel his breath on her face and they were really close at the moment and she noticed the many clusters of hair follicles on his unshaven face. She knew that a kiss would follow soon afterward, and she wasn't thinking about moving away. In the contrary, she wanted to kiss him. Perhaps that would only be the way to forget about Draco Malfoy and the nagging desire to ravish his very smooth and sexy skin.
They were extremely close at the moment, however Hermione heard a big Splat!
At the very moment, she jerked away from her ex-boyfriend's reach and turned her gaze to Ron who at the moment had his face dug deep inside his cherry pie.
Hermione snorted and reached over to her friend and pulled his face off of it's resting place while grabbing a handful of his hair. When she did, she saw that his freckled face was covered with white cream and squished cherries. He was a funny sight indeed and as soon as Hermione released her grasp from his head, it fallen into his pie once more.
She howled with laughter whilst her ex-boyfriend gave them a quizzical look.
"I'm think I'm going to leave now," Ryan said and quickly made himself gone from her field of vision, leaving Hermione alone with her unconscious friend (either he was unconscious or sleeping very heavily.)
When her laughter died down she stood up and looked for any sign of Harry or Ginny, but she couldn't see either of them. Assuming they had gone out to act out their…uh hem…sexual fantasies…she stopped looking for them and decided to bring Ron back to Hogwarts herself. The only problem was, she too was too drunk to walk properly as well and as soon as she went around the table to Ron, she collapsed on the floor.
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Harry dried his face with a paper towel, sighed, and opened the door. When he did however, he seriously wished he didn't for right in front of him, against the wall was a sight he hoped never to see.
Up against the wall were two people. One was Virginia Weasley, and the other Blaise Zabini. Ginny was pushed against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around Zabini and every so often Zabini would push himself further into her, moaning and grunting as Ginny would moan and claw at his back.
The funny thing was, the first thing Harry thought, was not anger because his girlfriend (or whatever you might call her) was having sex outside with Blaise Zabini for all the world to see, but the words: Damn Zabini looks damn sexy.
Soon Ginny's face contorted with ecstasy and Zabini let out a rough howl as he too reached his climax.
Harry shut his eyes tight and banged his head against the wall, continuously saying one word: Fuck, over and over again until he blacked out.
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Draco Malfoy watched with uncontrolled jealousy as a tall boy with dirty blond hair, made his way to Hermione Granger. He was able to see her lick her lips and massage Weasley's hand as the taller boy reached Hermione's table. They exchanged a few words and then Draco watched as the taller boy bent down apparently to give Hermione a kiss.
Draco was about to turn his face away as to not see them kiss, but just then he did he saw Weasley's face hit his cherry pie. Draco began laughing hysterically as he watched Hermione grab the Weasley's red hair and pull him away from the food, and laughed even harder as she let go and Weasley's face hit the table and food once more.
Crabbe and Goyle laughed too, but not at Ron, but at themselves. The two morons were giggling like girls as the foam from their firewhiskey hit their noses.
Draco rolled his eyes at the idiocy and wondered where Blaise had gone. The dark-haired boy mentioned something about a 'redhead ho', but that was all he heard for his attention was wrapped upon the mudblood, Hermione Granger. The tall boy who had approached her had fled at the sight of the unconscious Ronald Weasley and now Hermione Granger got up, wobbling, and tried to lift Ron, horribly failing and falling on the floor in the process.
He couldn't help but laugh but when he noticed that no one noticed her fall, he decided to become the good guy and made his way over to her table to pick her up. Maybe this was his chance to gain some of her trust and even something more…A lot more. An evil cackle emitted from his lips.
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