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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82897 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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As she stood at the entrance into Slytherin House, Hermione still could not believe her friend had talked her into going. “We shouldn’t be here,” she said to the ginger haired girl standing next to her.
Ginny waved a hand at her. “Oh rubbish!” she hissed. “You need this, Hermione. I swear if I have to sit through another session of ‘Ron this. Or Ron that’ I’m going to march into the boys’ dormitories and hex him myself.” She placed a hand on the older witch’s shoulder. “You deserve better than him, Hermione. He’s my brother, I know, but he’s also a bit of an arse. He was too pampered by my mum and is used to getting his way all the time.”
“He doesn’t even notice me, Gin,” the Muggle born protested.
“Merlin’s pants! Hermione, I forbid you from even so much as mentioning him tonight!” the younger witch commanded. “I don’t even know what you see in him. He can’t even keep up with you half the time in conversations and he’s always stuffing his face. I swear I…”
The door to Slytherin House opened to reveal a boy who was about the same age as Hermione. He had dark brown skin and kept his hair neatly cropped against his head. Unlike the girls, he was still wearing his school uniform. He gave both the girls a once over and lifted an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to dress up, you know,” he informed them.
“I’ve always said ‘Go big or go home’,” the young witch stated with a smile. “I do hope it’s alright that I brought Hermione. She’s been feeling a bit down and needed some time away from Gryffindor Tower.”
A slow smile spread across the Slytherin’s face, flashing his teeth. “Three shots of firewhiskey says I don’t really give a damn. The Gryffindor princess is always welcomed amongst us snakes,” he said as he held the door open for them. “Come on in, if you dare.”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she stepped through the door. She had never been in the Slytherin Common Room before. The one time she had the chance she had accidentally turned herself into some sort of cat person. Literally.
She noticed how much of the room looked like the Gryffindor Common Room, though everything was draped in green and silver rather than red and gold. There was also a large semi sphere window where you could see out into the depths of the lake. The furniture was dark oak and black leather.
The boy had been right about the dress code. Hermione almost felt silly in her short red dress and small heels as she saw most students were dressed much like the boy. Slytherin robes lay forgotten over the backs of chairs and couches. Movement from one of the couches caught Hermione’s attention and she watched as Draco Malfoy rose from his lounging position and walk towards them. While he wasn’t wearing his robes, Malfoy still wore his shirt and tie and his trousers.
“When did we invite lions to our lair, Zabini?” the blond asked as he got closer.
Hermione turned to the black boy Malfoy had addressed, the same boy who had let her and Ginny in. “I did,” the boy confessed as he slung an arm over Ginny’s shoulders. “Didn’t think there’d be a problem, honestly.”
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed as they shifted to Hermione. “Where’re your boy toys, Granger?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.
“I don’t have any ‘boy toys’,” she replied with a frown.
“Don’t Pothead and Weasel normally surround you like a couple of guards?” he asked.
“Don’t call them that,” she growled. “And I don’t need Harry or Ron to guard me.”
“If anything, they need her to guard them,” Ginny joked. Malfoy stared at her for a moment and then grinned.
“Well, this should be interesting,” he commented. “Try not to hex my balls off, Granger. I would like to have kids someday.” And he turned and started back to the couch he had been sitting on.
“Breeder!” shouted a boy Hermione didn’t recognize and the room started laughing.
Malfoy returned to his position on the couch and picked up a glass of dark liquid that Hermione could only assume was some sort of alcohol. Ginny linked her arm with her friend and pulled her over to the couches where Malfoy and a bunch of other people sat. Most of the people sat cross legged on the floor and the ginger haired girl began to pull Hermione to sit with her.
“Granger, you should come sit with me,” Malfoy interrupted, causing both girls to look at him.
Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why in Merlin’s name would I want to do that?”
He raised his glass and pointed at her. “Because if you sit on the floor, everyone will see your knickers,” he told her. Then he smirked. “Unless that is your angle, then, by all means.”
The Muggle born’s eyes widened again as she moved quickly to sit next to the blond Pureblood. Zabini handed her a glass of what looked like the same dark liquid in Malfoy’s glass. “What is this?” she asked curiously.
“Fruit punch,” Pansy Parkinson answered as she took a sip of her own drink. “What do you think it is? Just drink it, Granger.”
Malfoy chuckled as he took a pull from his own glass. Noticing the Muggle born hadn’t tried hers yet, he leaned in closer to her. “Would you like someone to test it for you first?” he whispered in her ear.
Hermione held back a shudder at the feel of his hot breath against her skin. She glanced at Ginny to ask for advice and nearly jumped at the sight before her. In the short time it took for Hermione to sit and accept a drink, Ginny had already begun a tonsil war with Zabini. Her eyebrows were raised in alarm. Leaning slightly away from Malfoy, the Muggle born looked at him. “I, uh...” She nodded and handed the glass to the blond.
He smirked and took a sip from the glass. She watched him, mesmerized as his tongue slipped from between his lips to lick off the bit of liquid that had been left there. Then, without warning, he leaned in closer to her and kissed her. Hermione froze as she felt his lips move against hers. His tongue darted out to tease her bottom lip. She clenched her jaw and tried to pull away, but he just leaned in closer and cupped her jaw to prevent her from turning her face to the side.
The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath and she ended up opening her mouth just a tiny bit so she could breathe. That had been a mistake as he took the opportunity and deepened the kiss. Tasting him wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it would be and soon she found herself melting into the kiss. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his tongue slid along hers.
Finally, he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. His thumb caressed her cheek tenderly and she didn’t know whether to panic or lean forward for another kiss. She certainly hadn’t expected it.
“I’ve waited six years to do that,” he confessed to her softly. He handed her back her drink.
She didn’t know how to respond, so she just sat there and stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “Merlin, Granger!” Parkinson said. “You act like that was the first time a bloke’s ever kissed you.”
Hermione blinked and shook her head. “No,” she replied, “but that is the first time…” her voice trailed off as she continued to stare at Malfoy.
He smirked at her and leaned back, taking another pull from his glass. Still shocked, Hermione brought her own glass to her lips and took a sip from it. The liquid burned and she immediately started coughing. She leaned forward so that her head was above her knees as she continued to cough. She could feel a hand rubbing her back and knew it was Malfoy. She quickly got her coughing under control when she remembered that she hadn’t worn a bra and feared Malfoy would know. Sitting back up, she saw the look in his eyes and knew that he knew, but to her surprise, he said nothing about it.
“Anyone fancy a game of truth or dare?” Bulstrode asked as she leaned against one of the armchairs.
“Truth,” a tall, lanky boy sitting in said armchair said.
Bulstrode glanced up at him. “You ever gonna try out for the Quidditch team, Nott?” she asked.
“No,” he answered with a snort. “I like watching it, but I think I’ll leave the play to those who actually enjoy having a broom between their legs.”
A girl Hermione did not recognize giggled. “I wouldn’t mind having your broom between my legs, Nott,” the girl said boldly.
The Muggle born blinked. Sure she had heard those sorts of innuendoes before, but it always caught her off guard. She took another sip of her drink and closed her eyes, forcing herself to swallow the liquid fire without coughing.
“Later, sexy,” the boy named Nott said. “Zabini!” he barked. “Stop sucking face and tell me if you’ll take the truth or a dare.”
The black boy broke the kiss he was sharing with Ginny and glared at Nott. “Truth,” he growled.
Hermione leaned back. She jumped when she felt Malfoy’s arm slide behind her back to wrap around her waist. She stared at him, but he did not look at her.
“Planning on snogging Weaslette all night?” Nott asked.
Zabini smiled. “I’m going to try,” he answered as he turned his attention back to Ginny. “What about you, love? Truth or dare?”
“I’m not drunk enough for a dare,” she teased. “Ask me something and I’ll give you the truth.”
He nodded. “How did you manage to get the Gryffindor princess out of her tower?” he asked.
Ginny grabbed the drink that he had been drinking and took a long swallow. When she put the drink down, she answered, “We caught my brother wrestling with Lavender Brown in the boys dormitories, only, they weren’t wearing any clothes, if you catch my meaning.”
Hermione scoffed. “’Wrestling’,” she repeated scathingly. “They were shagging, Gin. Just say it. I saw it with my own eyes so it’s not like I can deny it.”
“Alright, fine,” the redhead stated. She looked at Zabini. “Hermione and I had gone up to the boys’ dormitories to see if Harry and Ron wanted to go down to Hagrid’s for a bit. We couldn’t find Harry, but Ron and Lavender were tangled in the sheets on his bed, shagging each other’s brains out.”
“They don’t have any brains to shag out, Ginger,” Malfoy said as he rested his hand on Hermione’s hip and pulled her closer to him.
There was a collective round of laughter as Ginny giggled. “This is true,” she admitted, “but this is my brother, Malfoy. I’m going to have to ask you not to speak rudely about him in my presence. That’s for me to do. And Hermione.”
The Muggle born was so close to Malfoy that she was actually able to catch a whiff of his cologne. Or was it cologne? It could have just been his body wash, given how light of a scent it was. Either way, she actually liked it, though she refused to sniff at him. She drained the rest of her drink.
“So, ‘Mione,” Ginny slurred as Zabini began kissing her jawline. “Truth or dare?”
The older witch grimaced and as she went to put the drink on the coffee table, she watched as it began refilling itself. She blinked and her eyes widened. “T-truth,” she stammered, picking the glass back up.
“Is Malfoy better than those other boys at snogging?” Ginny asked and Zabini captured her lips again.
The Muggle born paled as she looked at Malfoy. He lifted a single eyebrow. “So much better,” she breathed, her cheeks reddening when she realized what she had said.
Malfoy smirked and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “We have all night, Granger, if you want.”
She leaned away, but his hand on her hip prevented her from scooting away. “Malfoy, why did you snog me?” she asked having forgotten the rules of the game.
He touched her jawline with the fingers of his free hand. “It’s a good thing I would have chosen ‘Truth’ anyway,” he teased. “The answer is simple enough, I would think. I wanted to. For as long as I’ve known you, Granger, I’ve either wanted to snog you or hex you. I do believe this is the more pleasurable route, wouldn’t you agree?”
“But why wait until now?” she asked.
He lifted a finger and shook it. “Ah, ah, ah. It’s not your turn, love,” he jested and glanced about the room. “Pucey, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” a burly boy answered. Hermione recognized him as one of the Chasers on the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
Malfoy took a pull from his drink. “When are you going to stop playing around and just ask Parkinson to go steady?” he asked.
The boy smirked and glanced at a surprised Parkinson. “Hey, Parkinson. Truth or dare?” he asked rather than answer Malfoy’s question.
Pansy Parkinson folded her arms and stared at the boy. “Truth,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Feel like going steady with me?” the boy asked.
“I guess the answer is ‘now’,” Malfoy said as he nuzzled Hermione’s hair. “Have I ever told you how much I like your hair?” he asked her in a whisper.
“No,” she replied as she watched Parkinson attempt to stare Pucey down.
“Hmmm,” Malfoy purred. “I think it’s one of your best features, Granger,” he told her. He raised his free hand so he could touch her hair. “So soft.”
“Alright, then,” Parkinson finally said. “But if you fuck this up, Pucey, I’ll cut your bollocks off.”
The dark haired boy just smirked. Parkinson glanced about the room. “Crabbe, truth or dare?” she asked.
“Dare,” he answered stupidly. Glancing at the boy, Hermione could see he was already sloshed.
Hermione watched with fascination as the Slytherins all stared at Crabbe with predatory gleams in their eyes. Even Malfoy glanced up, momentarily abandoning the attention he was giving to the Muggle born, though he still did not remove his hand from her hip. Zabini broke away from Ginny just enough so he, too, could stare at Crabbe.
“Listen carefully, Crabbe,” the Slytherin witch said. “I want you to strip naked and run as fast as your chubby legs can carry you into the Great Hall. When you get inside, you are to climb onto Dumbledore’s chair and wank.”
Several of the Slytherins gave malicious smirks as Hermione looked appalled. Bored, Malfoy turned his attention back to the Muggle born and resumed playing with her hair. Unable to speak, Hermione just stared with wide eyes as Crabbe began to strip. “Can I keep my socks on, Parkinson?” he asked. “Floor’s cold. Might not be able to get it up.”
The witch waved a dismissive hand at him. “Yeah, keep your socks. Now go.”
The boy ran out of the Common Room and Hermione slowly shook her head. “That was a sight I had never hoped to see,” she said slowly, making several Slytherins chuckle.
“Follow him, Pucey,” Parkinson ordered. “Make sure he goes through with it.”
The Slytherin grumbled, but slipped out into the hall. Hermione turned to look at Malfoy, but his face was buried in her hair. “Malfoy,” she said, bringing a hand to his jaw and trying to pull him up so she could look at him. “I don’t think Crabbe going into the Great Hall naked is a good idea,” she said worriedly.
“You worry too much, Granger,” Parkinson stated. “He’ll be fine. Believe me, he isn’t the first to be dared to go into the Great Hall and wank.”
Nott laughed. “Remember when Flint did? That was some fine work he did.”
One of the Greengrass sisters, Hermione recognized her as Daphne, giggled, “That was hilarious. Didn’t he end up spilling his load all over the Gryffindor table?”
The Muggle born blanched. “He did what?” she asked.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Malfoy said finally, glancing up at her. “The elves cleaned it up before you and your precious pride ate there.”
“That’s not the point,” Hermione argued, glaring at the blond. “That’s disgusting and sick.”
“Not as sick as having a bunch of Mudbloods in your House,” said a boy Hermione did not recognize.
The Muggle born didn’t even feel Malfoy move, but, as quick as lightning, he was on the poor boy, his wand jabbing the boy’s jugular, his hand grabbing a fist full of the boy’s shirt. Ginny was up, too, shoving Zabini off of her as she, too, took out her wand and pointed it at the boy.
“Say that word again and see what I do,” Malfoy snarled through clenched teeth. “I. Dare. You.” They stayed like that for a moment longer before Malfoy threw the kid onto the floor and stood up. He pointed his wand at the boy. “Apologize to Granger,” he ordered.
None of the other Slytherins moved as they watched the scene. The boy massaged his throat and stood up on shaky legs. “I’m s-sorry, Gr-Granger,” he stammered. Hermione nodded her acceptance, surprised that Malfoy had stood up for her like that.
The Gryffindor had heard that word several times since Malfoy had first used it in their second year, but she hadn’t understood what it meant. When it was explained to her, she still didn’t find it very offensive, but she did understand why so many people hated the word. It was degrading and impolite.
“Anyone else want to say it?” Malfoy asked the group as a whole, glaring around at the different people. When no one responded, he returned to his seat again and pulled Hermione to him, replacing his hand back on her hip. “Fucker,” he spat at the boy who looked thoroughly chastised.
Slytherin House was different from what the Muggle born had expected. They all seemed to look to Malfoy as a leader and many even seemed fearful of him. The Muggle born drank more of the liquid in her glass. She grimaced. “What is this stuff anyway?” she asked. “It almost tastes like liquid tar or fire.”
“Firewhiskey,” Malfoy answered. “How much have you drank so far, love?”
She shook her head. “Glass keeps refilling itself,” she explained. “Makes it hard to keep track.” She looked at him curiously. “Does yours do that, too?”
The blond wizard nodded. “They’re supposed to. The goal is that, by the end of the night, we’ll all be pissed.”
“It is relaxing,” she told him as she began to lean into him.
He smirked. “Well, try not to get too relaxed, love,” he warned her. “I don’t want to have to carry you to Gryffindor Tower.”
She frowned. “You’re the one who keeps calling me a princess,” she argued. “You and your friends. Besides, I thought you said we’d be here all night.”
Both of his eyebrows raised. “That I did,” he confirmed. “I didn’t think you’d be so agreeable to staying.”
“Better that than having to smell Lavender Brown’s sex sweat all night,” she groused earning a chuckle from the Slytherins.
Ginny groaned, “Now there’s something I am not looking forward to.”
Hermione nodded as the door to the Common Room opened and Crabbe and Pucey spilled into the room, laughing. “Crabbe spewed all over that old coot’s chair,” Pucey laughed. “Mother fucking Mudblood lover.”
Malfoy did not even look up as he took his wand out, pointed it at the dark haired boy and muttered a few words. Hermione watched in amazement as Pucey turned into a ferret. “How did you…?”
The blond rolled his eyes. “After that madman turned me into a ferret our fourth year,” he explained, “I took it upon myself to figure out the curse and countercurse.”
“Draco, that’s my new boyfriend you’ve changed into a ferret,” Parkinson complained.
He shrugged. “I’ll change him back in a few minutes. Maybe when he returns, he’ll remember not to use that word again.”
Hermione watched as the ferret scampered under one of the chairs. She did not even notice as Malfoy pushed her hair back and began kissing her neck. She just sat there, sipping at her drink as Crabbe got redressed. “Are all boys’ penises that small?” Hermione asked, furrowing her brow in thought.
Malfoy stared at her and she could feel all the other pairs of eyes on her before everyone burst out laughing. Crabbe became red faced as he glared angrily at the Muggle born. “Granger,” he growled. “Truth or dare and you better choose dare.”
“Well, that doesn’t give me much of a choice now, does it?” she asked. For reasons unbeknownst to her, Hermione actually felt relaxed enough to say, “Guess this means that I choose dare.”
“Blow Malfoy,” the boy said.
Confused, Hermione tilted her head. “I’m sorry. What?” she asked, glancing at a surprised Malfoy. “He wants me to what?”
“Blow him,” Crabbe repeated. “Take his cock out and suck it until he comes.
The Muggle born’s eyes widened. “I…”
“She doesn’t have to do that,” Malfoy said and then looked at her. “You don’t have to do that.”
“He dared me,” she said slowly. She took a large gulp from her glass and put the drink down on the coffee table. “I can do this,” she said assuredly.
All eyes were on the Muggle born, but she saw none of them. She stared at the belt buckle for a moment. “I can do this,” she repeated, more to herself than anyone. She grabbed her drink once more and took another pull from it before returning it to its place. Then she turned her attention to the belt.
Malfoy said nothing as she worked on his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it open. She then unbuttoned his trousers and pulled the zipper down. He placed a hand over hers. “You don’t have to do this,” he told her again. “Not if you don’t want to.”
“But I do want to,” she told him. “You stood up for me and… you kissed me. And…” she hesitated, then leaned forward and whispered softly, “I’ve never done this before. I want to try.”
He nodded slowly as he released her hand to allow her to continue. He leaned back as she reached into his y-fronts and pulled out his hardening cock. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “This one is much bigger.”
His lips cracked a smile, but it faltered as she began running her hands along his length. His eyes drooped and he rested his head back on the cushion of the couch. “That’s it, princess.”
She glanced up at him as she touched him, feeling a penis for the first time. Then, knowing she needed to actually put the thing into her mouth, she licked her lips and gave a tentative lick to the head. He sucked in breath through his teeth, making a hissing sound.
“Try not to bite me,” he told her.
She nodded as she repositioned herself so that she was kneeling between his legs. She gave the head another lick and the cock jumped in her hands. She blinked and tried it again. It did the same thing. She could feel his cock pulsing in her hands, like a live, beating heart. She glanced at Ginny who was watching her in amazement. Taking that as a signal to continue, the Muggle born kissed the tip of his cock and sucked at the small slit at the end of it.
“Such a tease,” he growled. He looked down at her. “Granger, just open your mouth and suck on it.”
This confused her and she glanced at Ginny again. The ginger haired girl held up a finger before turning to Zabini. Pushing him down, she made quick work of his trousers until she had his heavy cock in her hands. “Watch me,” she told the Muggle born and she began sucking on the big black dick.
“Got it,” Hermione said and turned her attention back to Malfoy who was staring at her with lust-filled eyes. She gave him a shy smile before opening her mouth a mimicking Ginny’s motions.
“God,” the Slytherin said as he buried a hand in the brunette’s hair, his eyes rolling up into his head.
She actually found herself enjoying it. He tasted different that she had expected. A bit on the salty side, but it wasn’t bad. He was also a whole lot bigger than she had expected, too. She kept trying to push as much of him into her mouth as she could and she could tell by his grunts and moans that he was enjoying it.
“Merlin, Granger,” he swore. “I’m going to come. Fuck!” He tried to pull her off, but she wanted to see this to completion. That was the dare. “Granger, get off,” he told her. “I’m coming.”
And so he did. Hot jets of ejaculation entered her mouth and she swallowed, not knowing what else to do. “Shite!” he barked as she continued to suck him until he was emptied. When she finally released her hold, he collapsed onto the couch and weakly reached out for her.
Smiling, she stood up again and allowed him to pull her into his arms. “Holy Mother of Merlin, Granger,” he whispered.
He opened his silver eyes and stared up at her as she was on top of him. “You’re not going back up there tonight,” he told her. “I want you with me.”
Hermione was still far too drunk to disagree with him. He grabbed her head with both of his hands and pulled her into a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth where he could still taste his own semen on her tongue, but that didn’t matter to the Pureblood. He could devour her at this moment and not even care.
He sat up, making her sit on his lap, and glanced about the room. People were still staring at the couple, shocked by what they had witnessed. Honestly, he was a bit surprised himself. A bit of snogging he had expected, but that… He would have to remember to get Crabbe a present.
He looked up at the girl and could see her eyes were still heavily cloudy. He frowned at this and glanced at Parkinson. “Did you take note of how much she drank?” he asked the ever observant witch.
Parkinson shrugged. “Might’ve, but my boyfriend’s still a ferret, so…”
“Right!” he said as he pulled out his want. “Pucey,” he called and saw a small nose peeking out from under a chair.
Draco waved at the person sitting on the chair and said, “Move out of the way.” The moment the kid moved, Draco waved his wand and muttered the countercurse. A very naked Pucey appeared before them all looking both angrily and fearful at Draco. He covered his manhood and ran out of the room.
The blond wizard looked expectantly at Parkinson. “The glass refilled itself three times, Draco,” she told him. “The girl’s a real light weight.”
Draco nodded as Granger rested her head on his shoulder. Glancing down at her, he slipped an arm under her knees and supported her back as he slowly stood up. He held her in this bridal pose, feeling her breathing begin to even out.
“I’m taking her to my room,” he told the other Slytherin’s. “No one is to go in there until I say.”
Draco lay her on his sheets of emerald satin and began the process of getting her ready for bed. He started with her shoes, taking care with the pointed heels. Then he lifted her up a bit and unbuttoned her dress. It was then he realized that he didn’t have any clothes for her. However, knowing the Slytherin girls would go apeshite if he asked them to borrow a pair of their pyjamas, he gently placed her back on his bed and went to his wardrobe. There, he pulled out his own pyjamas. He quickly undressed and slipped the pyjama trousers on before grabbed the shirt and returning to the sleeping girl.
He carefully peeled the dress off of her, not wanting to wake her. His eyes widened slightly when his thoughts were confirmed. She hadn’t been wearing a bra. He took a moment and just stared at her breasts, enjoying the perfect curve of them and the small buds that hardened in the cool air. He longed to bend down and taste one of them, but molesting a sleeping, inebriated Granger wasn’t going to convince her to make this little tryst permanent. And he wanted it to be permanent. After what had just happened and tasting her lips, he had no desire to ever let her go.
He knew his parents were going to be pissed, but he wasn’t concerned about that. This girl was his and would be his for as long as he lived. He gently coaxed her arms through the shirt and pushed her head through it. He pulled the bedsheets down and gently tucked her underneath them. Knowing he would have to let the boys in, he left for just a moment to inform them that everything was fine.
“She’s not coming back to Gryffindor Tower tonight, is she?” Weaslette asked solemnly.
Draco shook his head. “She’s too intoxicated,” he explained. “But she’ll be fine. She’s fast asleep on my bed as we speak.”
The girl narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re not planning on taking advantage of her, are you?”
He held his hands up in surrender. “Easy, Ginger,” he said. “Trust me, when Granger and I finally do have sex, I want her well aware.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“For now,” he told her, “I’m going to sleep. In the morning, I will take care of her hangover and help her get back up to her Tower without any of the teachers noticing.”
“You said ‘when’. You plan on having sex with her,” she pointed out.
He nodded. “I do,” he admitted. “But it will be when she wants it, too. I plan on keeping her, Ginger. She’s better off with me anyway and you know it.”
“My name’s Ginny, not Ginger,” she corrected. Then she sighed. “Just… All I ask is that you don’t hurt her. She’s been through enough pain with my brother to last her a lifetime. She doesn’t need more added to it.”
He inclined his head and placed his hand over his heart. “You have my word.”
When Draco returned to the dormitory, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of the girl lying there in his bed. He took a deep breath and stretched his arms and legs before climbing into the bed himself, slithering under the covers. He pulled her to him, making sure she was lying on her side and spooning her to prevent the girl from rolling onto her back. The last thing he wanted was for her to vomit and then choke on it. He kissed her hair and sighed as his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t even hear the other boys come into the room and ready themselves for bed.

Author's Note: I'm labeling this a one-shot BECAUSE I have no idea where this thought came from, but it popped in my head and I had to go with it. Hope you enjoyed it. Please rate and review.
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