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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82898 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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As they stepped into Hogsmeade, Hermione breathed in the scents. It was cold, bitterly so. The ice stung at the tip of her nose and her cheeks, but she could smell fresh apple pie coming from the Three Broomsticks. There was cinnamon in the air, too, along with pine. It truly felt like Christmas.
She had argued with Draco anymore about paying for her dress, however, she had sent an owl to her parents asking for the money and they had sent her more than enough. “Bit extra in case you wish to buy your friends presents,” her mother had written. “When will we get to meet this new beau of yours?” Hermione closed her eyes. The idea of her parents meeting Draco gave her a smile, but in truth, she was a bit worried at the prospect. It didn’t really matter much at the moment anyway. Today was all about shopping.
She had wanted her friends to come with her. To allow Draco to spend some time with his own friends, but he insisted on being there. As such, Lavender was unable to attend. This annoyed Hermione to no end since the only reason Lavender wasn’t with them was because of Ron. The childishness he displayed would have astounded the Muggle born if her own boyfriend wasn’t showing the same level.
Luckily, Ginny was with them. Well, Ginny and Harry, though judging by the looks Harry and Draco kept casting one another, Hermione didn’t doubt her friends would depart once the robes were picked out. Of course, the moment they entered Hogsmeade, Draco led her to the most chic robe shop in the small village. Hermione hadn’t even known the place existed until they walked it.
A small bell announced their entrance and a plump little witch in mauve robes came bustling out. She had short, curly red hair that framed her face and accented her green eyes. Her red lips widened into a smile. “Mr. Malfoy! What a pleasure to see you!” she greeted.
Hermione stifled a moan. Of course the witch knew him! A brilliant smile graced the boy’s face as he held out his hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Madam Joceline,” he returned. When she placed her hand into his, he lifted the hands and placed a small kiss on the back of her hand. “It’s been far too long.”
The woman blushed prettily, but popped him on the shoulder. “You stopped growing!” she accused. “’Tis not my fault if you choose not to come by to visit.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure my mother comes in here all the time,” he said, looking at the woman curiously.
The witch smiled. “Aye, that she does,” she confessed. “Always with a smile and an order. So, what brings you here today?”
Draco placed his hand on the small of Hermione’s back and guided her forward. “This beautiful young lady is Hermione Granger,” he introduced.
“C’est magnifique!” the witch exclaimed as she approached the young Muggle born.
Hermione gave a small smile, but when she opened her mouth to say something, the witch interrupted, “Oh, Mr. Malfoy, you’ve outdone yourself this time! Elle est belle! Mais elle est pur?”
Draco’s smile faltered a little. “No,” he replied, “but she has other qualities that I value much more. She’s smart, witty, clever, cunning, and my parents have approved of her.”
“Tsk, tsk,” the woman said, clucking her tongue. “Well! No matter. We can still work with zis.”
“Draco,” Hermione started, but the woman whisked her up onto a platform and began measuring her.
“About les cheveux?” the witch asked as she put a hand in Hermione’s hair.
“We’re not worried about that today,” he told her. “The party isn’t until the 21^st and I do believe it would be ruined by then if you tried doing anything with it.”
“Absurdité!” she said, giving him a sour look. She patted Hermione lightly on the shoulder. “I will give you potions to make your hair just as beautiful as you,” she assured the Muggle born.
Hermione gave a small smile to the witch. “Thank you, but that’s hardly necessary. I mean…”
But the witch was already moving away. “And what colours are you wearing Mr. Malfoy?” she asked as she began looking through the ranks of robes. “We will need something to compliment you, no?”
Draco frowned. “My dress robes are black and white, if you recall.”
She waved a hand. “Oui, but what about your tie?”
“Black,” he answered a look of confusing marring his face.
“Oh, don’t frown, Mr. Malfoy,” the woman chastised as she pulled out a deep emerald green gown. “You are too handsome to frown. It’ll ruin your face.” She placed the dress in Hermione’s hands and dipped her head as if she were telling a secret, “That is, after all, why we love him, oui?”
Hermione wrinkled her brow. “I…” but the woman shooed her off.
“To ze dressing room!”
The Muggle born looked helplessly at Ginny and the ginger haired girl quickly followed. Once they were in the dressing room, Ginny covered her mouth to hide her giggle and Hermione growled, “Well, that was quite rude.”
“What did you expect?” the younger Gryffindor asked as she sat on the small stool in the centre of the room. “Most expensive shop in Hogsmeade.”
“Did you see how she blatantly ignored me?” Hermione continued, her annoyance clear. She mocked, “’C’est magnifique! Elle est belle!’ Oh! And my favourite! ‘Mais elle est pur?’ Did she not think I could speak French? Honestly!”
Ginny blinked as she held up the dress for Hermione. The Muggle born took one look at the dress and frowned. “I’m not putting that thing on. After she insulted me?!”
“Doesn’t ‘belle’ mean ‘beautiful’?” Ginny asked curiously.
“Gin, she asked if I was pure, as in Pureblood?” the Muggle born pointed out. “And when Draco told her I wasn’t, she had the gall to look as though she had a nasty taste in her mouth.”
“You’re going to get a lot worse as time goes on,” Ginny reasoned. “If anything, I thought the whole thing went well, all things considered.”
Hermione snatched the dress out of her friend’s hands. “I won’t be ignored or spoken down to like that!” she snarled, throwing the dressing room door open and storming into the main area.
Draco saw the look on his girlfriend’s face and immediately knew something was wrong. He stood up and asked, “Princess, wh…?”
She threw the dress on the counter. “We’re leaving,” she snapped, then she turned a glare at the shop owner. “And then next time you have customers in your shop, you would do well to watch how you speak to them and how you treat them. Just because je ne suis pas pur, ne signifie pas que je ne vous comprends pas!”
“Hermione,” Draco warned and she froze mid rant and stared at him.
He had never used her given name before. She met his eyes and set her jaw determinedly. “I’m not shopping here,” she said stubbornly.
“You will,” he ordered, narrowing his eyes. “You’re going to go back into that room and try on that dress.”
“No, I’m not,” she snapped as she moved to walk past him.
He grabbed her arm. “Get in that bloody room and put on that fucking dress!” he snarled.
“No!” she shouted. “I wouldn’t wear that fucking dress if my life depended upon it!”
Ginny and Harry glanced at one another. This was the Hermione they remembered. A smug expression crossed Harry’s features while Ginny turned to look at the shop owner apologetically. However, neither of the quarrelling teenagers saw any of this as they continued to glare at one another.
“Stop acting like a spoiled brat and put the dress on,” Draco growled, his eyes glacial as he stared at the Muggle born.
“I’m a spoiled brat?! Are you kidding me?! That woman,” she pointed to the witch who still stood there, anger gracing her features, “insulted me and my heritage and then ignored me as if I was nothing more than a pampered poodle! I have been surrounded by green for the past two months. Two months, Draco!” she shouted, showing him two fingers. “But did anybody stop to ask what I wanted? No! I’m the one paying for this shit and…”
“I’m paying for it,” he interrupted.
She shook her head. “I have my own money. I will pay for it. And I won’t have you…” She gasped as he squeezed her arm.
“You owled your parents after I told you not to, didn’t you?” he snarled.
“Dra…”
“Didn’t you!?”
“You’re hurting me,” she told him and Harry snapped to attention.
“That’s enough, Malfoy,” the bespectacled boy interjected as he pulled out his wand. “Let go of her.”
“Answer me, damn it,” the Slytherin hissed angrily.
“Yes!” Hermione cried as she tried to wrench her arm from him.
He let go of her and glared at her. Pointing at her, the Slytherin sneered. “You will put on the fucking dress so Joceline can tailor it and then I will pay for it. Understand?”
Straightening her robes, Hermione held her head up high and made a move towards the door. “I’m leaving,” she announced. “I will not be bullied into making a decision that I don’t want. I can find an outfit on my own, thanks.”
Three wands were produced. Harry and Ginny both had theirs pointed at Draco while he had his own pointed at Hermione. A pain shot through Ginny’s wand hand and she cried out, dropping to the floor and clutching her hand. The others stared at her as Hermione and Harry both rushed to the fallen girl.
“Oh, God! Ginny, are you alright?” Hermione asked, worry crossing her features.
The redhead nodded. “I’m okay,” she told her friend and boyfriend. “Got a cramp in my hand.”
The Muggle born cradled Ginny’s hand and helped her stand back up. “Come on, let’s get you to Madam Pomphrey,” she said softly as she and Harry began to lead Ginny out.
“What about your robes?” the ginger haired girl asked.
“I’m not getting any robes today,” Hermione told her as they stepped out of the shop.
As they walked together out of the shop, Hermione could hear Draco calling her name “Granger”, but she ignored him. She wasn’t so much scared by his actions as she had been angered by them. The fact that he had failed to stand up for her was even more annoying to her. They were a couple, or that was how it had been viewed for quite a while now. Part of his job was to defend her against such bigotry, so why hadn’t he? And what was going to happen when she was confronted by the same thing during that party? For she knew it was coming.
To her surprise, Draco did not follow her out of Hogsmeade. “Madam Pomphrey?” the Muggle born asked as they entered the castle.
Ginny shook her head. “I should be fine,” she said. “The pain is gone at any rate. It really was just a cramp.”
Hermione took a deep breath and sighed. “Alright. Let’s get you up to Gryffindor,” she suggested, but Ginny placed a hand on her forearm to stop her.
When the Muggle born turned to look at her, Ginny said, “You really should get to Slytherin. I’m thankful for the concern you’ve shown me, but Draco…”
“You saw how he treated me, Gin,” the bushy haired girl pointed out. “I’ve never seen so angry.”
“Then talk to him,” the young witch urged. “There has to be a reason for his outburst. It isn’t like him.”
Hermione gave her friend a wary eye. “I’m not so sure. The more I think about it, the more I’m beginning to see where Lavender is coming from with her comments of his possessiveness and controlling natures. Things aren’t adding up,” she said.
The Pureblood sighed. “You’ve both been under a lot of stress, especially with the holidays coming up. No doubt he’s nervous about bringing you home for the very reason of what’s happened today.”
“He didn’t even defend me!” the Muggle born said with a huff.
“Actually, he did,” Harry piped in causing both girls to look at him. He licked his lips. “When you went into the dressing room, that shop owner started going on about her daughters, who were French and Pureblood, and he stopped her midsentence. Told her that you were the girl in his life, Hermione, and he had no desire for anyone else. He also mentioned how you were the brightest witch of our age and a war heroine and how she should show you a bit more respect.” His brow furrowed in confusion. “I’ve never seen Malfoy speak like that to anyone, especially not about you. It was almost as if he was offended on your behalf.”
Ginny beamed and turned her attention back to Hermione. The Muggle born took a deep breath and seemed to physically deflate as she released it. “I’ll have to talk to him,” she admitted. “Merlin, why couldn’t he have said those things when I was there?”
“Perhaps because he didn’t want you to be upset,” came a voice from behind her.
Hermione turned on her heel and was met with the white blond haired boy holding a dressing bag over his shoulder. He seemed calmer, but she could see the fire in his eyes that told her he was still angry.
“I don’t want that dress, Draco,” she told him as he approached her.
His eyes narrowed as he lifted a single brow. “You are, by far, the most stubborn witch I have ever met,” he said and she pinched her lips together. He brought the bag around. “This isn’t the dress,” he assured her. “Since you left in such a hurry, I took the liberty of grabbing a few more robes I thought you would like. Mostly so you can try them on.”
“I’m not wearing anything that bigoted little gold digger…”
“I’m not suggesting you do,” he interrupted her in a growl. “Just try them on, Granger. That way we can get an idea of what looks good on you and what doesn’t. There’s another robe shop in Hogsmeade that we can visit tomorrow. I would take you to Diagon Alley tonight, but it’s not worth the risk at the moment.”
She set her jaw stubbornly. “I will buy my own robes,” she told him. “I’m not some little demure girl who needs a man to buy her pretty things.”
“I know you’re not, princess,” he said. “And I never stated that you were, however, it is a pleasure of mine to indulge my girl. To shower her in fine jewellery. You are the best, love, and as such, you deserve nothing less.”
“Jewellery, robes, shoes…” she said scathingly. “You really want to impress me, Malfoy? Build me a library and fill it with books. Have your father propose bills that give house elves rights and Muggle borns equal rights. Join my family and me for Christmas…”
“Not sure if I could persuade my father to do as you ask, but the library… We have a library in the Manor,” he told her. “And it has more books inside it than Hogwarts. As for your family, I wouldn’t mind meeting them and I would have suggested it myself, but I thought it would be rude to just presume I’m invited without a formal request of my presence.”
Hermione blinked several times. “My mum and dad wanted to meet you,” she said distractedly. “I… I didn’t think you’d actually…”
“Want to meet Muggles?” he finished for her. “Or did you not think I’d be up for the challenge? Honestly, princess, it’s like you don’t know me at all.” He gave her a little smirk as he shouldered the dress bag again. “Come. I’m sure Potter and Ginger won’t mind it if we left them.”
Harry glared at Draco. “You hurt Hermione,” he said.
Both of the blond’s eyebrows raised at that. He turned his attention to the Muggle born. “I didn’t mean to,” he told her. “Sometimes when I get angry, I forget where I am or who I’m talking to. Are you alright?”
She subconsciously rubbed her arm where he had grabbed her. “I am,” she said honestly. “I was more shocked than anything, really. You’ve never been brutal with me before.”
His eyes softened and he pulled her into a one armed hug, kissing the top of her head. “I am so sorry, princess,” he said, looking down at her. “I hope you know I would never purposely hurt you.”
She smiled up at him and he kissed her gently on the lips. “I love you,” he breathed quietly against her lips.
It was the first time he had said the words in a public area and the idea that he was so open about it made her blush prettily. “I love you, too,” she told him.
Taking her hand into his, Draco began walking down the halls towards the dungeons. Hermione gave her friends a final look before stepping up to walk next to him.
(II)(II)
Trying on robes had to be one of the most boring things Hermione had ever done. How any girl found it even close to being exciting was a bit beyond her. As she finished putting on the last set of robes, she walked from behind the little changing curtain Draco had conjured for her and showed it to him. Only, he wasn’t the only one there. It was late and the rest of his roommates had turned up. Crabbe had passed out from drinking too much whiskey while Pucey leaned against his pillows reading. However, Goyle, Theo, and Blaise were all just as interested in Hermione’s robes as Draco was.
As she stepped out into view, Theo wolf whistled, causing her to blush. All four boys snickered and even Pucey glanced up to see her. “That has to be the sexiest of them all,” the boy commented before turning back to his book.
The Gryffindor’s cheeks turned even redder as she said, “I think I’m going to go change.”
“Hang on, hang on,” Draco stopped her, pushing up off his bed and stepping up to her. Taking her hands into his, he let his eyes roam over her form and turned her slowly. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. Together, they gazed into the floor length mirror, which was something else the blond Slytherin had conjured. “You are beautiful, princess,” he told her, kissing her neck.
“I look like a tramp,” she stated, frowning.
He laughed. “No, you don’t,” he argued. “These robes are very classy.”
Hermione looked in the mirror again. The skin tight dress was sleeveless and had a split that started at her hip and travelled all the way down. The entire thing glittered and there was a large heart shaped ruby broach pinned between her breasts. “Classy?” she challenged. “I feel like Jessica Rabbit before her big number! All I’m missing is the purple gloves, big boobs, and tiny waist.”
Draco wrinkled his brow in confusion. “Who’s Jessica Rabbit?” he questioned.
She scoffed. “It’s a Muggle thing,” she replied. “Point is, I look like some sort of singer in a Gentlemen’s Club or Cabaret.”
“No you don’t,” Theo spoke up. “The dress is too long and your boobs aren’t big enough.”
“Stop looking at her boobs, Nott,” Draco ordered, giving the dark haired boy a look.
Hermione waved a hand and pried herself from Draco’s grasp. “I’m changing,” she said as she slipped back behind the curtain. “Is there another set I need to try on?”
The blond gave one last look to his friend before turning his attention back to the curtain. “No, there isn’t.”
“Thank, God,” she said.
He chuckled as he returned to his spot on the bed. Nott looked at him curiously. “Any reason she’s trying on all these robes?” he asked.
“She’s been invited to the annual holiday celebrations,” the blond admitted as his girlfriend emerged from behind the curtain wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. He smiled at her and made room for her on the bed.
“Oh, well, I’m sure you’d look good in anything, Granger,” Nott commented as he leaned back on his own bed. “Hell, you could wear what you have on now and you’ll turn heads.”
The Muggle born rolled her eyes. “Somehow I doubt what I’m wearing now would garner any level of respect from a bunch of high class snobs,” she replied without thinking.
“Hey!” Draco said as the other boys stared at her with narrowed eyes. “I hate to break it to you, princess, but everyone in this room will be going and we’re not all ‘high class snobs.’”
Hermione raised her eyebrows at that. “Draco, you’re a self-proclaimed Slytherin Prince. You, Theo, and Blaise. And which one of you doesn’t come from old Pureblood wizarding families?”
“That hardly makes any of us a snob,” he said testily. “And not all of us are rich. In fact, Crabbe, Pucey, and Goyle come from more middle class families.”
“Thanks, Malfoy,” Pucey said sarcastically. “Real nice of you to point that out.”
The blond shrugged. “I was just making my point, Pucey. You know I don’t hold that stuff against you.”
“There’s a reason I was put in Slytherin, Granger,” Pucey continued as though he hadn’t heard the blond. “I’m not as pure as you like to think and most of my family has been in Ravenclaw until now. However, I have plans to turn my family around, to regain a bit of the prestige as we once had.”
“You’re a Half-Blood,” the Muggle born guessed. At the incline of his head, her eyes widened. “That’s why you’re dating Pansy. Because she’s…. Well, she herself I don’t think is a Pureblood,” she rambled and glanced at Draco. “Right?”
He grimaced a bit. “Careful with your words, princess,” he told her. “Parkinson is a Pureblood. And what’s more, her family is part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.”
Hermione frowned. “Sacred Twenty-Eight?”
Draco nodded. “Twenty-Eight Pureblood families,” he told her. “Years ago, there was a book written by a man, I don’t know who, that had listed all twenty eight Pureblood families and provided details on them, including family trees.”
“And your family is on that list,” she surmised.
Again, he nodded. “As is Parkinson’s, Nott’s, and Crabbe’s. The Weasleys are on there as well, though most consider the entire family to be blood traitors more than anything.”
“No more blood traitor than you are,” she commented and the boys snickered.
Draco frowned and pulled her closer to him. “And here I thought you’d be pleased that I have no interest in blood status,” he growled softly as he nuzzled her neck.
“I am,” she said as she giggled at his light touches.
“Surely even you can guess why I would be interested in Parkinson,” Pucey commented lazily.
Hermione gave the boy a smile as Draco continued to nuzzle her neck. “Such a union would only help your family,” she stated. “But what about love? Marriage means nothing without love.”
Pucey lifted a brow. “Who said I didn’t love her? Just because I see the benefit of being with her doesn’t mean I don’t love her.”
“Besides, love is more of a Gryffindor notion,” Blaise stated, his eyes hungrily watching the couple as Draco slipped a hand under the Muggle born’s top. “For centuries most Pureblood families practiced arranged marriages. Even Draco’s parents were arranged.”
The blond Slytherin hummed as his thumb flicked over the witch’s nipple. “That doesn’t mean they weren’t in love,” he pointed out, his hot breath tickling her skin. “Just means they were smart enough to make sure they were the ones who ended up together.” He glanced up at the Gryffindor. “Originally Father was set to marry the middle daughter of the family, but he really wanted my mother, who also happened to be the most beautiful of the bunch.”
“What ever happened to that middle daughter, by the way?” Theo asked curiously. “I know the eldest married a Lestrange and was subsequently killed during the final battle, but…”
“She married a Muggle born,” Draco said absently, kissing Hermione’s lips and then her jaw. “My grandmother then disowned her for it. Burned her off the family tree.”
Hermione squirmed under the boy’s ministrations. “Her daughter was recently married,” she told him. Then she looked at Theo. “She married Remus Lupin, our old DA professor.”
Theodore’s eyes widened at that. “Isn’t he a werewolf?” he asked, glancing at Blaise.
The black boy nodded. “Kinky,” he replied, his hooded eyes not leaving the couple.
“Kinky how?” Hermione asked as her boyfriend continued to play with her breast. She had tried to pull him off of her, but really it was no use.
Blaise smirked. “Does the word bestiality mean anything to you, Granger?” he questioned huskily. “I’ve heard werewolves have knots at the base of their penises, much like dogs do. No doubt he ties with her every night.”
The other boys snickered as Draco moaned softly. “Imagine if I were part of the canine family,” he breathed against her skin. “To tie with me every night…”
“Ugh!” Hermione huffed as she pushed him away, or tried to. “You’re sick, Draco! And you are, too, Blaise, for even bringing it up!”
The black Slytherin shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” he said defensively. “I mean, it would be completely consensual as technically he’s human. Or at least, mostly human.”
“It’s still sick, Blaise,” she stated as she continued to push at Draco.
“So if I could be a dog Animagus or get turned into a werewolf, you wouldn’t have sex with me?” Draco asked, sitting back.
“Werewolves lose their minds during the full moon,” she stated. “Which means that you’re more liable to see me as food than an actual mate during that time. As for an Animagus, you don’t choose your Animagus form. You perform the spell and it chooses for you, much like a Patronus. And even if you were to be a dog, which I doubt because you’re far too proper, I highly doubt such a thing can be used sexually. Sirius Black was a dog Animagus, and he never…”
“Don’t say it,” Draco said. “You can’t tell me that Sirius Black was a dog Animagus and never tried bestiality. I’ve heard stories about his time here at Hogwarts, plus the few years after before the incident with Potter. Though I never heard of him being an Animagus, I wouldn’t doubt it if he did experimented.”
Hermione stared at him, her mouth agape. “Sirius had far more self-respect than that!” she argued.
“So much that he would keep his secret, not tell anyone about Pettigrew, all so he could spend the next 12 years in Azkaban?” he countered. “The crime of being an unregistered Animagus is rather petty and I doubt they would have kept him for long once Pettigrew was captured, especially if he would have agreed to register himself and help them find the rat. Come off it, princess. I’ve heard better lines than that.”
She huffed again and folded her arms. “I still don’t think Sirius would have tried having sex with someone in his dog form,” she argued.
He shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not,” he conceded. “But we’ll never really know, will we?”
“Speaking of experimenting,” Blaise said, changing the subject. “How would you feel, Granger, if we were to do some ‘experimenting’ of our own? You know, Draco and me, that is.”
For a moment, Hermione had no idea what he was talking about. As realization dawned on her, Draco smirked and leaned in towards her. “How about it, princess?” he asked. “I do have a promise to keep if I recall correctly.”
Eyes wide, she shifted her glance to Draco before looking back at Blaise. “Are you gay?” she asked and the boy snorted.
“I like to think myself as an equal opportunist,” he replied. “You’ve seen me get head from girls in the Common Room, Granger. Your friend was one of those girls, if you remember.”
She looked back at Draco. “You’d actually do it?”
He shrugged and flipped his shirt off in one quick movement. “Why not?” he asked. “You said you wanted to see me buggered. Wasn’t that the stipulation for having anal sex with you?”
“Granger let you stick your dick up her arse?” Theo asked as Blaise stood up and unbuckled his belt.
Draco licked his lips as his eyes continued to look at her, knowing Nott knew the answer to the question. “Well?” Draco asked as Blaise knelt beside the bed.
She blinked. “I don’t know,” she said uncertainly. “I mean, wouldn’t this be considered cheating?”
“Not if you approve it,” Draco pointed out. “You’re sitting here, watching. Hell, I’ll even let you participate, if you like. You can keep my cock stimulated as he plunders my tight hole.”
Blaise smirked as he began working on Draco’s belt. He placed a kiss on the blond boy’s abdomen. “Hm, quite a six pack you’re working on here, Draco,” he purred.
Another belt and a zipper could be heard, and Hermione glanced up to see Theo pulling out his own cock, stroking it. Her eyes turned to saucers and she looked back at her boyfriend. “Just this once?” she asked.
Draco shrugged. “Unless you decide you like it and want to see more,” he suggested. He chuckled when she blushed furiously. “Just this once, princess,” he assured her. “To fulfil my debt, as it were.”
She gave a soft nod as Blaise finished unbuckling Draco’s belt and undoing the fastenings of his trousers. Turning his attention back to the black boy, the blond lifted his hips a bit so Blaise could pull the trousers off of him. Hermione blinked as she saw Draco’s obvious erection, the tip of his penis peeked through his y-fronts. She bit her bottom lip. “I need a drink,” she breathed.
Draco tossed his head back and laughed, looking at her. “Goyle, get the lady a drink, will you?” he requested as Blaise pulled the y-fronts down and engulfed him with his mouth. Draco hissed as he turned his head to watch as his friend sucked his cock.
Goyle pressed a bottle into Hermione’s hands. “No glasses,” he grunted at her apologetically before returning to his spot on his bed.
The Muggle born didn’t care about glasses, however, as she popped the cork off of the bottle and took a swig of the fiery drink. She coughed as the liquid heat ran down her throat, her eyes flitting upward as Theo moved to join her on the bed. He took the bottle from her and took a swig of his own.
Draco threaded a hand through Blaise’s tight curls, holding his head in place as he swallowed the blond’s cock. Then, without warning, the black boy released Draco and stood up. “Go ahead, Malfoy,” he whispered huskily.
Grey eyes ran up the length of the black torso as he scooted closer to the edge of the bed. He carefully unzipped the boy’s trousers and pulled out his thick, black cock. Licking his lips, Draco gently ran his hands over the length of the cock before licking the head. Blaise hissed. “You’re really going to tease me, git?” he growled.
The blond smirked and cast a sidelong glance at his girlfriend. “Watch this, princess,” he told her before he starting sucking the head of Blaise’s cock.
Hermione couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. She took the bottle from Theo and threw back another swig, her eyes never leaving the sight before her as Draco’s head bobbed up and down the length of Blaise’s cock. “It’s hot, isn’t it?” Theo asked huskily as he began working on his own erection.
But the Muggle born paid no mind to the dark haired Slytherin beside her. Her eyes were glued to Draco and Blaise until Blaise pulled away from the blond and, grabbing his hands, pulled him into his embrace and kiss. Hermione gasped as the boys fondled one another and their tongues battled with one another. Slowly, Blaise turned Draco around and, with a final kiss, pushed him back onto the bed. Draco rested his head on his arms and looked up at Hermione as Blaise picked up his legs.
“Draco, tuck your knees under you and scoot up,” the darker Slytherin ordered.
The pale skinned boy did as he was ordered, his cock digging into the duvet. “Hey, Nott,” he warned suddenly, his eyes hooded in a lustful haze, “don’t even think about fucking my wife.”
Theo showed him his hands, holding them up innocently. “It never crossed my mind, Malfoy,” he assured.
Draco’s eyes narrowed as he felt Blaise’s fingers prod at him. As he felt a single finger enter him, Draco’s eyes fluttered and he moaned in pleasure. Hermione watched, fascinated, as Blaise poured some sort of fluid from his wand onto the blond boy’s arse and begin rubbing it around his arse, all while pivoting his finger in and out. He added a second finger after a while.
“Why aren’t you using that spell?” she asked suddenly. She had not heard Draco’s slip up.
“What spell?” Blaise asked as he continued his motions. He smirked as Draco moaned again, the blond’s eyes flickering shut.
“Yes…” the boy hissed as Blaise added more lubrication.
“You know, the spell,” she said. “The one that’s used to ease the pain of one’s first time.”
She heard snickers throughout the room. She glanced around and looked back at the dark-skinned boy, watching as he added a third finger. “This isn’t his first time,” he told her. “Draco used to be a favourite among the seventh years last year.”
Draco moaned again and his hand strayed to his cock. “That feels so good, Blaise,” he whispered softly. His eyes cracked open and he smirked lazily at Hermione. “Come here, Granger,” he purred. “Come lay under me like a good girl.”
“How?” she asked.
In answer, he lifted his torso up onto his arms so that he created a sort of bridge under him while Blaise continued his ministrations. Lifting an arm and supporting his weight on his knees and other arm, he held his hand out to Hermione. “Like this, princess,” he told her. “Shimmy out of those knickers and slide right under here.”
She took another gulp of the whiskey, knowing she would need it if she was to do what he was requesting of her. Theodore’s eyes glittered as he glanced at Blaise. The dark skinned boy winked and made a kissing face before running the tip of his tongue over his teeth. Theo grinned and turned his attention back to the couple. Hermione took a final swig from the bottle before handing it to the dark haired Slytherin. She blushed furiously as she pulled her shorts and knickers down and off, tossing them to the side, and carefully situating herself beneath Draco.
The blond ran a finger along her folds. “Wet, are we?” he asked, a little surprised. “Something appealing about watching two blokes getting it on?”
Hermione watched as he stuck that same finger in his mouth, tasting her. His eyes clouded in lust as he reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance. “Let me know when you’ve entered…” Blaise started to say, but was interrupted by the loud moans elicited by Draco and Hermione as the blond filled her with his cock.
Blaise smirked as he pulled his fingers out of Draco and kneeled on the bed. He stroked his cock a couple of times, coating it with lubrication before pressing it against Draco’s opening.
Draco kissed Hermione, his tongue running against hers as Blaise entered him. Both of the boys grunted and Draco hissed, “Yes…”
He looked down at his beautiful girl. “Are you alright, love?” he asked her. When she nodded, he licked his lips. “This is going to feel different for you, but no less good.”
And then Blaise began to move. Thrusting in and out of Draco slowly, forcefully. As Blaise moved, so did the blond Pureblood, his thrusts in perfect timing to meet Blaise and fill Hermione. The Muggle born’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open as she felt as though two boys were having sex with her instead of one. It was a surreal feelings and she couldn’t stop the rhythmic moans that escaped her mouth even if she were to try.
“Fuck!” Draco spat through clenched teeth. “Oh, fuck I’m going to come!”
Blaise’s eyes narrowed as he reached forward and grabbed Draco’s balls. “Oh, no you don’t,” he growled pulling the balls down as he continued to pound into the blond.
“Shit, Blaise!” the Pureblood snarled as he fisted the duvet.
“You’re the one who decided to fuck your girl while getting fucked, you prat,” the darker wizard said. “Now you’ll wait until I’m ready.”
Draco glanced down at the girl underneath him as she lay almost lifeless, trying and failing to hold onto him. The feel of her nails scraping against his back caused him to moan, jerking his hips into her as Blaise sped up his movements. “Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck!” the blond panted with each thrust.
Blaise grabbed the pale hips, releasing his hold on Draco’s balls and jamming his cock as far as it could go.
Hermione’s head rolled to the side as her back arched towards the Pureblood as he thrust into her. “Oh, God, Draco!” she cried as she saw white.
Everything hung suspended in mid-air as the Muggle born tried to hang on to the sweaty blond. He continued to move, though his thrusts were weak and barely registerable as he emptied his seed into her. It was a movement, she knew, that was echoed by the dark skinned boy above her boyfriend. Then, Blaise crumpled, rolling just in time to keep from crushing the Muggle born under the weight of two boys. No, a part of Hermione’s mind mused. These weren’t boys. They were men.
“Move out of the way, Nott,” Blaise growled as he tried, and failed, to backhand the dark haired boy who was still working on his own cock.
“Fuck, Zabini!” the boy hissed as he moved away, standing up from his perched onto the floor.
Draco lay beside Hermione, drawing her close to his body as he buried his face in her hair. His eyes were closed as he breathed her in, his mouth slightly open in a pant.
For her part, Hermione stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. She had never experienced something quite so intense. “Draco,” she whispered. He moaned in response and she asked, “Have you ever done anything like that before?”
He lifted his head and looked at her sleepily. “You mean have a girl under me while getting fucked?” he replied. At her nod, he shook his head. “I can’t say that I have. Why?”
“No reason,” she told him and he let himself fall back against her, burying his face. It didn’t take long before she heard the soft, stilled breathing of a man who had fallen asleep.
Her eyes followed Blaise as he sat up and walked, a bit bowlegged, to his own bed before collapsing on it. She could see Nott walking away, his stiff cock still in his hand. He was looking at someone, but she couldn’t tell whom. Soon, she could hear Nott and another boy grunting, though she couldn’t make out what was what and she really didn’t care. Her eyes wandered back up to the ceiling and she smiled. Draco had been her first in many things, but for once, she was his first in something. And for some reason, that pleased her. As her eyes fluttered shut, the smile remained upon her face.
(III)(III)
Draco slung the satchel over his shoulder. “I think we’re about ready. What do you think, princess?”
She sighed as she looked longingly at her bookbag. “I still think I should bring my bag,” she told him. “I could be doing homework while…”
“No,” he interrupted. “We’ll have plenty of time to do homework when we return. I want us to have fun this week.” He glanced at the parchment in his hand. “Now, we’ll be at my parents’ house for three days and then at yours for the remainder of the time. Do your parents know I’m coming?” he asked, looking at her.
She nodded. “My mum wrote me this morning,” she explained. “She said she just put fresh sheets on your bed.”
“Fresh sheets on my bed?” he repeated curiously. “You mean on our bed, right?”
She shook her head and pinched her lips together. “My parents are a bit traditional,” she told him. “My dad would have a cow if he found out I was sleeping with you every night. My mum is still under the impression that I am very much a virgin, and honestly, I’d like to allow them to keep thinking that way.”
“So you want me to go three nights without sex?” he asked in alarm. “Without my girl?”
“Welcome to the world of blue balls, Malfoy,” Nott chuckled as the other Slytherins joined in his laughter.
“You’re mad!” Draco said, ignoring the boys and staring at Hermione as though she had two heads.
“I’m not mad,” she argued as she grabbed a small suitcase that was filled with her clothes and personal affects. “Mum and Dad are expecting to meet a boy who is as well-mannered and traditional as their daughter because they both know that I would date no less.”
“I am well-mannered and traditional,” he argued, “but that doesn’t mean I have to…”
“Yes it does,” she interjected. “Come on, Draco, it’s just for three nights and we’ll be back here and back to sleeping together.”
It was a rare moment indeed that Hermione actually witnessed the Pureblood Slytherin actually pout. She smiled at the sight. “Tell you what,” she said finally. “Deal with it this week, just those three days, and I’ll let you put it in my arse.”
He perked up at that. “Before or after this week?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes. “The train will be here soon,” she told him. “So, after.”
He cocked a brow. “You know, Granger, if we can find a compartment by ourselves… Tell me, what would you say to a bit of train sex?” he asked. At her wide eyed stare, he laughed.

Author's Note: THERE WILL NOT BE ANY BESTIALITY IN THIS STORY!!! I repeat: There will not be any bestiality in this story. Get it? Got it? Good.
Now that that is out of the way. What about this chapter, huh? Pretty hot? Or what?
Rae: Oh... you are going to really like the next chapter, I can already tell.
Mady: It's going to be good! >:)
Pinster: Yeah, Lucius is a bit creepy. Can't wait to see how he is in the next chapter. Hermione being a descendent of Merlin just makes sense to me, right?
Coranassa: Because I did read, by JK Rowling, that Muggle borns were descended from Squibs, so the Merlin connection isn't far off at all, you know?
Sadie: And I've already covered this. Hermione has her reasons for what she said and that will be shown soon enough.
pickles87: At least not without her being a part of it... Actually, no. Draco isn't one to share nor is he one to purposefully mess up a good thing. (Which is what Hermione is.)
Leti001: Oh yeah, that convo was definitely on another level. Just wait until you see what the next chapter has in store!
Bella Principessa: (Eventually I will remember how to spell your name without having to go back and forth between tabs ;) ) Did you like that little twist? I thought it was pretty brilliant, if I do say so myself.
avidanon: The only way the Slytherins will rebel is if Draco continues to abuse them.
Severus1snape: Was never a huge Goyle fan, funny enough, but I do hope that what I did do was equally as pleasing? As for your worries, rest assured. The next chapter is going to be awesome!
meldz: You know I couldn't remember who had said that about Grandpa Merlin! Lol! If I didn't already have other things in mind, I would totally use that. (I still might, though, if that's alright with you.) Lucius is a lot of things, some of which you'll learn about in the next chapter. It'll be interesting to see how far he and Draco get, though.
Schoolteacher623: I have never had a story end badly. How's that for an answer?
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