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52 Ways to Please Your Partner	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47045 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Phase Eight: Bad Kitty

Hermione sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap and her eyes focused on the waiting deck of cards sitting on the table in front of her. The pile that was lying beside it, the pile of all that they had gone through so far was rapidly growing larger and larger and thinking back on each task that they had completed only caused Hermione puzzlement over her new found feelings for Draco Malfoy.

In her years of knowing him she had thought him incapable of anything but cruelty. But tonight Hermione had discovered something else within him. Something that was exciting and...enduring. Oddly enough, Hermione had begun to worry that the hardest part of the night would come in the end, when they had to obliviate each other's memories and go back to the way it had been before.

Hermione sighed as her cheek fell into her palm. She did not notice that Draco had been watching her carefully and had sighed along with her.

Draco too was becoming increasingly aware of his changing feelings toward Hermione. Only a few short hours ago he would have thought it insane, but he had finally admitted to himself that she was unlike any other witch he had ever met.

The type of girls that Draco was accustomed to being with were everything pureblooded socialites should be. They were polite and accommodating. They were beautiful and distinguished. But what stuck out to him most of all was that they were dull. Hermione on the other hand was anything but. She rivaled him in every aspect. She demanded attention everywhere she went. And he had never before realized the true beauty she held. It wasn't an ostentatious sort of beauty, but now that he permitted himself to actually see it, it was near blinding.

And the only reason Draco permitted himself to face these feelings, was because he knew that by the end of the night... he would never recall them.

Hermione fidgeted with the cat ears that were still stuck on her head. "Can I take this ridiculous outfit off?" she sighed. "…Please?"

Draco ran his eyes over the length of her body and smirked. "I don't know… I think it rather suits you."

Hermione rolled her eyes, though a small smile pulled at her lips. "Because nothing screams 'Head Girl' like an all leather ensemble…"

"It's not all that bad, is it?"

Hermione huffed and tapped her leather boot to the stone floor. "What say you to dressing up in ass-less chaps so that I can ogle your butt for the rest of the night? That doesn't sound 'all that bad' to you, does it?" Draco laughed and Hermione's smile grew wider. She cleared her throat as the realization hit her… I'm flirting with Draco Malfoy!

"All right, you can take it off," he said, though a bit of disappointment laced his tone. Hermione jumped up from her chair and was about to run up the stairs to her room when Draco's voice stopped her. "But only if you do it right here in front of me."

Hermione stared down at his smirking face and shook her head. "You really are something..."

He crossed his arms behind his head smugly. "… I am, aren't I?"

Hermione sighed and turned around. The clicking of her heals on the stone floor and the crackle of the fire were the only noises present as she moved to stand in front of the fireplace, exactly where she had completed the first card Draco had drawn. She reached up and grabbed hold of the cat ears on her head and pulled…and pulled…but they wouldn't come off. She reached down to unzip her top. It too would not budge, and Hermione stared back at Draco in confusion.

"It's not coming off," she said.

Draco's brows pushed together. "I said, you may take it off now!" he spoke each word loud and clear. Hermione tried again, but still the clothes would not come loose.

Draco pushed himself up from his chair and walked toward her. He reached up and grabbed hold of the cat ears and pulled. They came off easily in his hand and he glanced up at Hermione, now understanding what had to be done.

Hermione began backing away upon seeing the lecherous stare in Draco's eyes. "What...?" she asked carefully.

Draco took a step forward for every step she took back. "It seems as though the only one that can remove your outfit..." Hermione's back bumped against the wall. "…is me." He quickly closed the space between them and before Hermione was able to protest, grabbed hold of the zipper on her top and slid it downwards. The second that it was undone, Hermione's breasts came loose of the leather and bounced wickedly in front of Draco. He reached out slowly and rubbed his thumb tantalizingly over her left nipple and smirked when he heard her sharp intake of air. He ran his strong, calloused hands down the tops of her breasts and then cupped them completely in his palms.

Draco grasped her upper arms and turned her around so that he was at her back. Hermione closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto his shoulder, allowing him to dip his head forward and nibble softly at the base of her throat. Hermione moaned as he licked and breathed heavily against her sensitive flesh. He reached forward and pulled her leather top off. It dropped to the floor at their feet and was immediately forgotten.

Draco grasped both of her breasts in his hands and messaged them firmly for a moment before slowly sliding his hand down her taut stomach to the zipper of her tiny shorts. He slid the zipper downwards, the noise mixing with their breathy sighs. Draco hesitated for only a moment before dipping his hand into her shorts and pressing it firmly against her longing bud.

Hermione gasped in surprise as Draco pressed a finger against the part of her that had been aching all night. She arched her back as he started to rotate it slowly over her. She felt as though her legs would collapse under her at any moment, and Draco may have had the same notion for he quickly wrapped his free arm around her waist.

"Draco..." Hermione breathed out. Draco bit softly at the side of her throat, but stopped when he suddenly felt her body shaking against him.

"Are you alright?" he asked, only distantly realizing that she had used his first name and wondering at the feeling upon hearing it from her lips provoked.

Hermione closed her eyes and swallowed. "I want you… so bad..."

Draco said nothing for a moment. He simply held onto her, his chin resting against her temple. The fog lifted for a moment and Hermione feared that he was angry with her so she tried to pull away, but he held onto her.

"I want you too," he finally answered, and then slowly started bending downwards. Hermione stood still as he knelt behind her and grabbed hold of her unzipped shorts and pulled them down. The long, fury cat tail attached to the back of the shorts caused Draco to chuckle as he had her step out of them and tossed them to the side of the room.

Draco stood and turned Hermione around to face him. He stared down into her hooded eyes and watched in fascination as her tongue slid out from her lips in an inviting manner. He slowly started backing her up until he was able to sit her down in the chair. He knelt down once more and grasped her left foot, which was strapped into a tall leather boot. His eyes bore into hers as he dragged the zipper downwards one tick at a time.

Hermione felt her heart hammer against her chest as Draco took his time to slowly undress her. It seemed as though every move that he made was one of absolute perfection. His confidence caused Hermione's imagination to run wild.

Just how much was Draco Malfoy capable of?

Oh Merlin did Hermione want to find out.

Draco grabbed hold of Hermione's left boot and then slid it off of her foot. He tossed it carelessly over his shoulder before grabbing the other foot and doing the same. He then placed a hand on each of her thighs, pried her legs apart and slid his warm, strong torso between them.

Hermione's head flew back and her hands lifted to tangle into his silky blond hair as his warm mouth enclosed around her left nipple. He nipped softly at it and messaged the right in his large hand as she began to quiver uncontrollably.

Draco could not be certain if it was he or Hermione that trembled. Perhaps it was both. All he knew was that he was aflame with a desire unlike any he had felt before. He growled in frustration as he wrapped his arms tightly around her mid-section and clenched his eyes shut in an effort to regain control. He breathed deeply for several moments as he felt himself calm. When he opened his eyes once more, he realized that his head was resting against Hermione's chest and that he could hear the steady rhythm of her heart beat. Her fingers were running soothingly through his hair and Draco found that he was the most content in that moment than he had been in a very long time.

Not without difficulty, Draco released her and stood. He immediately turned his back to her, afraid of what he would see in her large brown eyes and even more afraid of what she might see in his. He attempted to school his features as he turned around to face her. "You ready to flip the next card?" he asked as he stretched his back.

The flutter in Hermione's stomach died as she realized that the moment they had shared had just abruptly ended. The feeling of his strong torso and arms wrapped around her as they shared that momentary comfort in each other's embrace had Hermione hoping that they had turned some sort of corner… but looking into his empty grey eyes clearly stated that they had not.

Hermione sighed as she looked down. "I'm still wearing the fishnets," she pointed out. Draco rolled his eyes.

"I'm aware of that, Granger."

Hermione's eyes lowered into a glare. "Then why am I still wearing them, Malfoy?"

Draco sighed in indifference. "Maybe I don't want you to take them off yet."

"What? You told me that I could take the outfit off!"

"Yeah, well. I took most of it off."

"For Merlin's sake! When will you get passed this?" she yelled, standing suddenly from the chair.

Draco's eyes scanned over her naked body accented sinfully by the firelight, before stopping once more on her angry eyes. "Passed what?"

"You being a prat!"

Draco felt the anger in his chest rise as he pushed his hair from his face and glared back at her. "What? You think that half a night of fooling around with a prissy schoolgirl is cause for me to re-evaluate myself?"

"I knew you could never be anything more than a slimy snake," Hermione bit out as she turned to go upstairs. "Just take a look at your underhanded, pathetic family and you can see where your true attributes lie!" Seemingly out of no where, a hand reached out and grabbed hold of her forearm, causing her to gasp and stumble backwards. Draco pulled her straight once more and tightened his grasp on her arm as he pointed a finger in front her face.

"NEVER… speak of my family again. We have more power in our pinky fingers than you do in your entire body." Draco continued to glare at her for a moment before his anger subsided in one good look at her face. His features fell blank as he saw her eyes filled with anger, fear, and pain. He glanced down at his hand which was wrapped tightly around her arm in a way that was sure to bruise. He released her quickly and took a step back, as though burned. Hermione quickly wrapped her arms around her chest and watched him carefully.

Draco stared down at his hand with confusion and revulsion. Just like my father...

"Hermione I -"

"- Forget it," she said quickly as she turned to go to her room. "I'm going to put clothes on and then we might as well continue the game. Hopefully it'll end soon."

Draco watched her retreat to her room as an overwhelming feeling of regret washed over him.

Hermione pulled sweatpants over her fishnets with more force than was necessary. Muttering curse words under her breath and kicking her closet shut, she couldn't understand why for even a second she had felt anything other than utter hatred toward the silver haired prince of shit heads.

He had fooled her… fooled her into believing that just maybe he had an ounce of decency in him. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. HA! Thank Merlin he had washed that illusion away for her, because it wouldn't do her any good to think of Draco Malfoy as anything other than an arrogant prick.

Hermione sighed as she tiredly sat down on her bed. She glanced at the weathered grandfather clock and saw that it was nearing four in the morning. All too soon the sun would be rising. She had promised to help Ginny with her potions essay! What if she came looking for her and caught she and Malfoy together... doing Merlin knows what?

...It would serve her right. It's her fault we're stuck playing this stupid game!

Hermione punched her pillow a few times and bit back a scream of frustration before taking a deep calming breath, and exiting her room.

Draco looked up as Hermione began descending the staircase. For the first time in many hours, he wasn't feeling the overwhelming urge he'd been fighting all night... one look at the dark bruise already forming on her arm took care of that. Her face was shadowed and her plump lips that had earlier been moist and inviting were turned down into a frown. She was wearing loose fitting sweats and a plain tank top. Her arms were still crossed over her chest. Draco cleared his throat as she took a seat beside him.

"Look, Granger - "

" - I don't want to hear it, Malfoy. Let's just get this over with," she said quickly, causing Draco to bite back a growl.

"Listen, I am not fond of apologizing - "

" - Then don't!"

"Will you shut up and let me talk!" Hermione clenched her jaw shut tightly, but continued to glare at him. Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm very... sensitive when it comes to my family. Though I realize that is no excuse..." he took a deep breath. "I apologize for grabbing you like that. I suppose you could blame it on the fact that I've not been properly trained in manners," he chuckled without humor.

The hard set to Hermione's features softened as she quietly regarded Draco. His hands were clenched in front of him and he did appear as though he was genuinely sorry. Never before had he apologized for one of his jibes… so why now? Hermione rolled her eyes, realizing that she had forgiven him already. "Dammit Malfoy!" She stood from her chair and glared down at him. Draco stared up at her in confusion.

"What now?" he asked with narrowed eyes.

Hermione began to pace. "Why is it that every time you remind me of how foul you are, you have to go and ruin it by doing something stupid, like apologizing?" Draco was taken aback.

"Uh... Sorry?"

"There you go again!" Hermione threw her arms into the air and stood over him. They glared at each other for a few moments before Draco suddenly smiled and shook his head in quiet laughter. Hermione placed a hand to her lips, but couldn't help the giggle that forced its way through her mouth. She finally sighed as her anger completely dissipated. "I shouldn't have said that about your family," she offered as she sat down beside him once more. "I'm sorry as well."

Draco shrugged. "We aren't the most agreeable lot, I realize. But…" a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Thanks." They continued to sit in silence for several more moments before Draco cleared his throat. "So..." he turned towards the cards. "You ready?"

Hermione nodded, but said nothing. She simply reached forward and grabbed a card, flipped it over onto the table, and leaned back.

Silence… and then finally Hermione spoke. "What's that supposed to mean?" She grabbed the card from the table. It was a picture of a couple walking hand-in-hand outdoors. Maybe in a park? She couldn't figure out how it fit into the rest of the game, but if it simply wanted them to walk around holding hands, she was more than happy to comply.

...Though reluctant to admit it, a bit disappointed.

Hermione was about to put the card down when the picture began to move. At first she didn't notice anything out of the usual. The couple moved out of the picture as a man walking his dog moved into it, followed by a group of girls chattering to each other. Nothing out of the ordinary appeared to jump out to her, until she finally noticed something in the back ground… something that caused her to gasp and shake her head.

"Not possible," she muttered under her breath.

There in the background, back behind the bushes and the trees lay a man and a woman, their bodies intertwined in passion. They were kissing and grinding against each other in plain sight, though no one seemed to notice them.

"I'm thinking I know what this is supposed to mean," Hermione said in a barely audible whisper. She tilted her head to meet Draco's gaze. She could see in his eyes that he already knew. "There's a chance that we'll be caught."

Hermione peeked around the corner of the hall as her nervous eyes darted back and forth. Draco waltzed passed her as though he hadn't a care in the world, with his hands tucked into his pockets and his expensive black shoes clicking against the stone floor.

"Malfoy!" Hermione hissed. "You might be seen!"

Draco continued onward. "Seen doing what? Doing rounds in the hall with the head girl? I don't believe that we'll get into trouble for that."

Yeah, not until they catch us groping each other in the bushes... Hermione thought miserably.

Hermione followed Draco through the twisted halls of Hogwarts, down the never ending flights of steps, and finally out into the courtyard which during daylight hours was usually full of students and teachers. Now, however, it was calm and quiet, the only sounds being the gentle hum of the forest and the soft whistling of wind around the castle walls. The moon was low, signaling the coming of dawn. Hermione hugged her coat closer to her body, shivering in the early morning air.

Draco finally stopped and turned to face her and Hermione was momentarily stunned by the beauty of him in the moonlight. It caught his features, casting an enchanting, yet slightly dangerous shadow over his sculpted face. His broad shoulders and clenched fists simply shouted manly confidence and Hermione couldn't help but feel drawn to it. His shoulder length silver-blond hair was tied back from his face and appeared white in the glow of the moon.

His mouth lifted into a lopsided grin as he stared at her silently. The next seemingly innocent word that he spoke shook Hermione to her very core. Even in the darkness of the night she could see the mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he held out his hand and demanded in his deep baritone…

"…Come."
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