|Fic: A Woman's Game (1/1) *R/NC17* D/Hr
||[Dec. 21st, 2004|08:38 pm]
Quiet Ones Fic Exchange
Title; A Woman’s Game|
Author; Reetinkerbell (reetinkerbell)
Summary; Pansy is bored and she gets Hermione to play a little game with her.
Spoilers; Post AU War and OotP.
Complete Story Word Count; 5,563
Authors Note; Thanks to my wonderful beta, Angela (spikesbint). Bunches of thanks and love to Jaqui (shag_me_draco) for listening to me, letting me bounce ideas off of her and for just being such an amazing and patient person.
Written; December 15, 2004.
For; shannon730 for the Quiet Ones Secret Santa Exchange. I didn’t have much time to write this, but I hope you’ll like it nonetheless.
A Woman’s Game (1/1)
“…for next class. That will be all.” Professor Snape said before he quickly left the classroom, leaving the students to pack up their things and head for next class.
Hermione stood next to her workbench, putting her books and pens into her bag. Pansy stood beside her, doing the same. Hermione sighed, glancing at Pansy when she noticed that the other girl was already done, but still hadn’t left. Ever since the War ended, Dumbledore and the rest of the Professors had decided that they all had to work on their Inter-House relations. In class, teachers always paired students from different houses up and it had been Hermiones turn to be paired up with Pansy that day in Potions. It had simply been her dumb luck that Draco and Dean had also been paired up and used the work bench in front of theirs. But it was Hermiones own fault that she couldn’t stop sneaking glances at Draco, and the fact that Pansy noticed, well that was just fates way of saying that her life had been too easy up till then.
Hermione was just putting her last piece of parchment into her bag when someone passed. She looked up and saw that it was Malfoy and though she tried, she couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes as he walked out the door.
“Dream on Granger,” Pansy suddenly hissed into her ear. Hermione frowned, turning to look at her.
“Excuse me?” she asked politely as she picked up her bag and heaved it onto her shoulder. The bag was heavy and she reminded herself that she had to stop by the library before lunch to return some books.
“I said,” Pansy said as she followed Hermione out of the classroom. “’Dream on Granger’. You’ll never get him no matter how long you drool after him.”
“I don’t want him,” Hermione replied and Pansy raised an eyebrow, looking at her with disbelief. “But if I did, what’s to say I couldn’t get him?” she asked and Pansy smirked.
“Well, not only are you a… Muggleborn and a Gryffindor but you are also best friends with Harry Potter. Even if we all fought on the same side in the war, doesn’t mean that he likes any of you. And besides, why would he want that,” she said, cruelly eyeing Hermiones robe clad form up and down with a very critical eye, “when he can have this?” she continued, stopping in her tracks out in the empty hallway.
“And by ‘this’ you mean you of course?” Hermione said, holding in her urge to laugh. She stopped next to Pansy who looked at her as if she had grown another head.
“Why yes. Who else?” Pansy asked, looking shocked that Hermione would think something else.
That time Hermione did laugh and she rolled her eyes as she continued walking. Before she had gotten far, Pansy had caught up with her and turned her around.
“Listen Granger,” she started, all humor gone from her voice and face. “The thing is, the War is over. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy it is but the teachers would have our heads if we started to fight or argue about anything now.” Hermione nodded, not understanding where she was going. “I’m bored. It’s our last year and I want do something… new. And I was wondering if you’d be willing to play a little game with me.” She finished.
“What kind of game?” Hermione asked, her curiosity getting the better of her every instinct.
“Well, it’s not a game as much as a bet. The loser will have to wear the other person’s house colors for the rest of the year.” Pansy said.
Hermione thought it over for a few moments. “And the bet? What is that exactly?” she asked.
“Well,” Pansy hedged, “I know that you want Draco.” Hermione rolled her eyes, “so I figured a good bet would be something involving him.” Pansy smirked the way Flint had taught her back in 2d year, “The bet is pretty simple. You have until midnight tonight to seduce Draco. And succeed with the seduction.” Pansy finished and Hermione looked speechless.
“You want me to seduce and shag Malfoy?” She asked and Pansy nodded. “But what about you?”
“Well, you’ll have to pick a guy for me to seduce and shag. If for instance you fail and I don’t, I win. If I fail and you don’t, you win. If both of us succeed or fail, neither wins.” Pansy explained and Hermione nodded, understanding.
“I see.” She said, deep in thought. Then she smirked. “Sure, why not. We’re on.” The two shook hands and they both turned to go when Hermione remembered something.
“Wait,” she called out to Pansy, who turned to look at her, “the guy you’re going to…do is Justin Finch-Fletchley.” Hermione continued and Pansy stood in shock, looking horrified. Hermione smirked at her before turning and continuing down the hallway.
Hermione walked into the library a few hours later, waving to Madam Pince as she walked past her. The librarian nodded in greeting to Hermione and turned back to her books, but only after giving a few nearby students some dirty looks. It was Friday night and the library was almost empty. The students, who were there, would be going back to their own common rooms as soon as it was almost curfew. Both she, Draco, Pansy and Justin here prefects, they were allowed to stay behind another hour after the library closed, which made Hermione very happy. She’d die if Madam Pince or some younger student walked in on her and Draco engaging in some extracurricular activities.
To make it a bit easier for the other, she and Pansy had both agreed to bring the others ‘guy’. Pansy had asked Draco if he could help her with her Transfiguration homework and Hermione had said that she needed to talk to Justin about some prefect business. As they weren’t in the same house, he’d agreed to meet her in the library. Hermione and Justin had gotten close during the summer after the War, when they’d both stayed at Hogwarts with some of the other older students. They’d worked together in the hospital wing and it wasn’t long before they were good friends.
They would often meet to do homework or just to talk. They’d found that they had a lot in common and they liked to work with each other. She was the only one who knew of his deepest secret, just as he was the only other who knew hers and they often covered for the other when friends came looking.
Hermione smiled when she saw Justin already sitting at ‘their’ table going over some notes from earlier that day. He looked up as he heard her approach and smiled. She smiled back at him as she sat down in front of him.
“What did you want to talk about?” He asked, putting his notes back into his bag. “Actual Prefect business or about …” he continued with a raised eyebrow and Hermione smiled.
“Actual Prefects business.” She said and Justin nodded, leaning back in his chair. “I talked to Ron, and he agreed to change patrol duties with you.”
“Yeah? Thanks. Tell him I appreciate it.” Justin said and Hermione nodded, making a mental note to do just that. Just then, Pansy and Draco walked by, continuing down the aisle towards the back of the library. Hermione could hear the two of them the whole time, due to Draco’s whining about having to have to help Pansy with her homework when he had more important things to do. Hermione and Justin smiled at each other, doing their best not to laugh so that they’d hear.
Madam Pince rang her little bell, signaling the closing of the library. She always closed down a few minutes before curfew, so that no students were out too late. She packed up her things as the few students not allowed to stay left, and she gave another nod to Hermione and Justin as she passed their table on her walk through the library, checking to see who was still there. It didn’t take her long to eject the last few stragglers.
Hermione smiled secretively while Justin picked up his bag, shifting through it to find his notes.
“Hey, I’m just going to go get a book, but I’ll be right back.” Hermione said and Justin looked up at her, nodding.
Hermione walked to the Potions books, and found Pansy already waiting for her.
“Nervous?” Pansy asked and Hermione shook her head.
“Why would I be?” She asked and Pansy smirked. “You’re going first?”
“Yeah. It won’t be long.” She said and Hermione nodded, smiling. With that, Pansy turned and began to walk towards Justin’s table, expecting Hermione to follow her.
Hermione waited until Pansy had turned a corner before she too turned around and started to walk towards the back of the library. She found Draco sitting with his back towards her, his head bent over a book. She smirked and silently walked up to him. When she stood behind him, she leaned down slightly and wrapped her arms around him from the back. Draco jumped in surprise, half turning his head and found Hermiones face right next to his.
“Why hello handsome…”
Pansy silently grumbled to herself as she walked down the aisle towards the place where she’d last seen Granger not so long ago. She was fuming no the inside, but her pride was too strong for her to be able to let anyone see her distress. She couldn’t believe that Justin Finch-Fletchley had turned her down. Her. She’d been his first, and he turns her down now? What was wrong with him?
Her only comfort was knowing that there was no way Granger was succeeding in seducing Draco. He was such a virginal prude and if he hadn’t been interested in sleeping with her any of the time, -any of the many, many times-, she’d come on to him, there was no way he’d sleep with, much less touch, Granger.
Pansy all but stomped around the corner where she expected Granger to be, waiting for her. She frowned when she found the space empty and she stopped short, looking around herself, trying to find her. That’s when she heard the first groan coming from the back of the library.
Her eyes bugged out in shock and she immediately started down the aisle towards the back of the library, praying that the sound didn’t actually mean what she knew it meant. She rounded a bookcase and found herself face to face with a sight she’d never wanted to see.
Granger sat, straddling Draco on the same chair he’d been sitting in when she left him. Both of their shirts were unbuttoned, and their naked chests pressed together as they kissed. Granger had her hands in Draco’s hair, holding his head to her, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. Grangers skirt had ridden high up on her hips and Pansy could see Draco’s hands cupping her bottom, holding her to him as she rode him slowly.
Pansy wanted to scream, to run away, to do anything to stop them, but she was frozen. Their moans fell deaf on her ears as her blood swished through her head, but every once in a while, a loud gasp or groan would break though her haze.
Draco broke away from Hermiones lips and started to kiss and lick his way down her neck, leaving a damp trail in his wake. Pansy felt herself get hot as she watched him start to suck on Grangers right breast, and she rubbed her tights together in a vain attempt to dull the ache building inside of her.
After the initial shock of seeing the two of them together started to wear off, all the smaller noises, -the sighs, moans, whimpers and groans-, started to register in her head. Pansy felt like she’d stumbled into her worst nightmare, and she wished it would stop. She started to back away, closing her eyes on the image of the guy she’d loved for years, and the girl she’d hated just as long, shagging on a chair.
She bumped into a bookcase, and her eyes flew open at the sound. She looked up at Hermione and Draco and found that Hermione had heard the sound, and their eyes meet. Hermione smirked at her for a moment before fisting a hand in Draco’s hair and pulling his head towards hers, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her eyes still holding Pansy’s.
Draco sat alone in the library, waiting for Pansy to come back from where ever she’d gone off to. He’d agreed to help her do her Transfigurations homework, but as soon as Madam Pince had gone, she'd stood up from the table and left, saying that she was just going to get a book. He sighed before deciding that he might as well start on some of his own homework. He shrugged of his robe and left it hanging on the back of his chair, before picking up his bag. He extracted his Charms book from it and set to work.
After only a few minutes later, he felt someone wrap their arms around him from the back. He jumped in surprise, and turned his head to tell Pansy off, but found Hermiones smiling face next to his own instead.
“Why hello handsome…” she whispered and Draco smirked. Forgetting all about Pansy and homework, he leaned back in his chair and twisted his head around, meeting her lips in a sweet and languid kiss. When they broke away for air, Hermione moved around Draco’s chair and sat down in his lap, straddling him.
“What are you doing here?” Draco asked, wrapping his arms around Hermione waist, pulling her forward and leaning his forehead against her collarbone, breathing in her sent. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, resting her cheek on top of his head.
"Homework," she said, and Draco nodded, knowing that Hermione often stayed later than most in the library to do homework or extra work. For a few moments, they sat, just holding each other in silence.
As always when he was around Hermione, Draco felt himself harden. He knew that Hermione could feel it though their clothes and when she leaned back, he looked up at her, not embarrassed in the slightest of his reaction to her. Their eyes met and Hermione moved forward, grinding her hips down against him with a knowing smile, making him grow harder. He groaned loudly and Hermione leaned forward and captured his lips, silencing him.
As they kissed, Draco ran his hands down her sides, and up under her skirt, sliding over her hot and silky thighs. He cupped her bottom and pressed her heat harder against him; Hermione broke away from the kiss and moaned. Draco smiled against her lips, loving the fact that he could make Hermione Granger, Head Girl and Perfect Gryffindor Princess, moan with just a few of his touches.
He removed one of his hands from underneath her skirt, leaving it bunched up around her thighs. He started to pull her shirt out from her skirt, and Hermione helped him with one hand before wrapping her arm back around his neck. Draco slid his hand underneath her shirt and moved it up towards her breast, leaving a hot trail from his hands on her skin and Hermione gasped as Goosebumps broke out on her skin. He cupped one of her lace covered breasts and Hermione sucked in a breath as he rubbed her nipple through the fabric. She grabbed a hold of his shirt, and in one movement she ripped it open, sending the buttons flying to the floor in her haste to touch his soft skin. Draco smirked at her, loving her impatience. He removed the hand still caressing her bum up to where his other hand was starting to unbutton her shirt.
While Draco unbuttoned her shirt, Hermiones hands caressed Draco’s naked chest, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. He loved the way she ran her fingers up and down his chest and abdomen with a feather like touch, before doing the same with the palm of her hands, soothing away all the tingles created by her fingers.
After opening all the buttons of her shirt, proud that he hadn't ripped any, Draco slid the sides down her shoulders, taking the straps of her bra with it. Hermione shrugged her shirt down as much as possible without removing it and leaned forward, meeting Draco’s lips halfway. She loved kissing him, his soft mouth sliding over hers, his nibbling teeth and teasing tongue. She could kiss him for hours. Their tongues mated with each other as Draco undid the front clasp of her bra, letting her breasts spill into his hands. Draco cupped her breasts and rolled the nipples between his fingers, making Hermione break away from the kiss with a gasp.
Draco leaned down and started to kiss and nip at her breasts, encompassing the erect nipples with his mouth one at a time. Hermione groaned and gasped, rubbing herself against him. When she couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed a fistful of his blond hair and pulled his head up to meet hers in a deep kiss. Draco enthusiastically kissed her back, sliding his hands down over her stomach and around her hipbones, holding her to him. Hermione had resumed her previous caressing of Draco's chest, but as Draco deepened the kiss her hands stilled on his chest.
When they broke away for air, Hermione looked down at Draco, a sappy smiled on lips. Her skin was flushed and her eyes heavy with desire and Draco had never seen anything as beautiful as her right then, and he made a silent promise to himself that he would do everything he could in order to keep that look on her face there permanently. They were both breathing heavily, drawing mouthfuls of air into their lungs. Draco leaned forward and kissed Hermiones collarbone, sneaking his left hand back underneath her skirt.
He caressed her thigh for a moment, marveling at the soft skin, before slipping his fingers underneath the lace of her panties. He wasn't surprised to find her already wet and he leaned his head back slightly so that he was able to watch her face contort in pleasure as he pushed first one then two fingers inside of her. She was tight and slick and he couldn’t wait to be buried inside of her soft folds. Hermiones whimpers and moans went straight to his groin and, as if she could read his mind, Hermione sneaked her right hand down between them and started to unzip his pants, just as he inserted a third finger into her.
Draco groaned in relief as his erection sprung free, and he hissed when Hermione wrapped one of her hands around him, lightly stroking him up and down. He threw his head back, and his fingers stilled inside of her as he was swept away by the pleasure she was giving him. Hermione stopped moving her hand in protest and Draco looked up at her, a dazed look on his face, silently begging Hermione to continue.
She smirked at him and moved forward, sending his fingers deeper into her. Her grip on him loosened, touching him with a light, teasing touch. Draco groaned, extracting his fingers from inside of her. With the help of his other hand, he started to pull down her underwear, wanting to be inside of her for real. Hermione lifted herself up from his lap, helping him, and when he couldn't pull them down anymore, he glanced down at them. He smirked when he noticed the color, -green, his favorite-, and he started to pull at the small bows tied at the sides. He grinned as they came undone and he wasted no time in removing them completely.
Hermione smiled at him, gripping him a bit harder. Draco grabbed her wrist, knowing that if she didn't stop, he wouldn't last very much longer. Hermione frowned for a moment, looking into his eyes in confusion. Draco gave her a reassuring smile and when he pulled her hips forward she smiled again. Draco positioned himself at her entrance, and with one push he was inside of her. He swore softly at the feel of her surrounding him. He fit perfectly inside of her and he took a moment to compose himself, not wanting it to be over too soon.
Hermione had other ideas. She raised herself up with the help of her feet, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders for support, as she started to move on top of him. Draco groaned, gripping her hips tighter, helping her find the right rhythm.
He'd never felt anything as good as her and he gasped as she leaned down and began to nibble on his neck, moving up to kiss the skin behind his ear. He shivered in pleasure as Hermione squeezed her inner walls around him and he gripped her hips even harder, urging her to go faster, harder.
"Merlin Luv," he gasped as Hermione threw her head back, groaning and gasping his name in return.
Draco took advantage of her exposed neck and began to kiss and lick his way up and down her skin. The skin on her neck was even softer than that of her thighs, and when Hermione ground her hips against him and he took a deep breath, and breathed in her vanilla sent, he felt like he'd died and gone to Heaven.
Hermione moved her hands from his shoulders, sliding them through his hair and began to move slower on top of him, gasping as he hit all the right spots within her. Draco slid a hand up her body, cradling the back of her head and moved it down to his. They met in a passionate kiss, muting the sounds of their loud gasps and moans. When he had her where he wanted her, he moved his hand back down her body, sliding it over her chest, brushing over an erect nipple in the process.
Their kiss deepened and Hermione held Draco’s head to hers, loving the feel of him moving inside of her, his arms around her and his tongue in her mouth. Draco broke away from her lips and she sucked in a breath as he started to kiss and lick his way down her neck again. He blew softly on the wet trail his tongue had left on her skin and she shivered in pleasure. Draco cupped her rear with both of his hands, caressing the round globes as his lips trailed down from her neck and down to her chest. Hermione arched her back and Draco continued his decent down to one of her breasts, taking the nipple into his mouth.
Hermione arched her back even more, throwing her head back and moving her legs for better access. She moaned in pleasure as the angle of the thrusts changed, hitting just the right spot inside of her. Just then, she heard a sound and she looked up. To her surprise, she found Pansy standing a few feet away, her eyes open in shock. Hermione had completely forgotten about Pansy and Justin, but she quickly composed herself and smirked at the other girl, pulling Draco’s head back up to kiss him, keeping her eyes on Pansy the whole time.
Draco, oblivious to Pansy standing just behind him, sighed into the kiss, stilling Hermiones slow rocking. He wanted them to take it slow too, but enough was enough and it was time he took control. Hermione broke away from the kiss, looking down at him in confusion and disappointment. She'd been so close. Draco smirked at her, securing his hold around her hips and with one smooth move, he stood up with her in his arms and put her down on the table, never once leaving her heat.
Hermione smiled, then groaned and closed her eyes as Draco started to thrust into her. He slid his hands down to the back of her knees and lifted them up and over his shoulders. Hermione gasped, her eyes flying open at the new angle which enabled him to push deeper into her deeper than ever before. She leaned back against the table, her hands gripping the edges of it.
Draco moved a hand down between them and started to stroke her clit, and it wasn't long before they both came, Hermione with a loud cry of Draco’s name, and Draco with a loud yell, followed by Hermiones name.
"I love you," Draco said, letting Hermiones legs down from his shoulders. He helped her to sit up and wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her hair.
"I love you too," Hermione said with a smile.
"So, not that I mind, but what brought this on? I thought you said you didn't want to have sex in the library anymore." Draco asked and Hermione grinned.
"Let’s just say that, I was given an offer I couldn't refuse." She said, and Draco frowned at her, not understanding the Muggle pop culture reference. Draco pulled out of her and they both groaned at the loss. He stepped away from her and zipped up his pants before he bent down and took his wand out from his cloak. After a few choice cleaning and repairing spells, most of which he'd learned to master during the year they'd been together, he packed his bag.
"Oh Merlin," he said as they were about to leave. "Pansy."
Hermione tried to hide her proud smile, but she realized it was fruitless and let it all out, smiling widely at him.
"I wouldn't worry about her all that much luv," she said and Draco frowned at her. Hermione took his hand and began to drag him out of the library, not saying another word on the subject. Draco shrugged and followed his Muggle girlfriend, squeezing her hand.
Life was good.
The next day, as Hermione and Harry were walking towards the Great Hall for some much needed lunch, Hermione found Justin waiting for her. She smiled at him, and after sending a starving Harry in to eat lunch with Ron and Ginny, she walked up to him.
“You’ll never believe what happened last night,” Justin said as soon as Hermione came within hearing rage. Hermione shoot him an innocent smile, shaking her head, pretending that she didn’t know what he was referring too. “After you left to get that book,” he started, “Pansy of all people came up to be and started to..” he visibly gulped, “come on to me.”
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the look on Justin’s face, and he mock glared at her.
“Don’t laugh. It was very traumatic.” He said before he too dissolved in laughter. Hermione gasped for breath, imagining the look on Pansy’s face when Justin turned her down.
“I’m sorry,” she said as they both calmed down, ignoring all the odd looks they were getting from passing by students. They had both tossed the shells they'd been hiding in when they were younger, and it didn't bother either of them if people were looking.
“For what?” Justin asked, leaning against the wall. Hermione leaned against the wall next to him, watching his face carefully as she told him about the bet she and Pansy had made the day before, and what had been going on the previous evening in the library. When she was finished, instead of being mad, like she’d secretly feared, Justin thought it was all very humorous.
“Let me get this straight,” he said with a big grin on his face, “Not only did she get turned down by me, watch you shag the guy she’s been after for years, but now she has to wear something Gryffindor, or Gryffindor colored everyday for the rest of the school year?” he asked and Hermione nodded. “I knew there was a reason why I loved you so much.” He said with a smile.
Hermiones stomach chose that moment to make itself known and the two friends walked into the Great Hall to get some lunch together, laughing and joking around.
It didn’t take Pansy long to find Hermione. After lunch, she’d gone to the library, thinking that’d be the best place to start looking. She found her at the back of the library, sitting in the same chair she and Draco had been doing…that…the night before. Pansy was in no way a virgin, or had been one for quite a while, but she just couldn’t get herself to say, much less think, the words ‘shagging’, ‘Draco’ and ‘Granger’ in the same sentence.
And they say Denial is just a river in Egypt.
Pansy slammed her bag down on the table in front of Hermione, making the other girl look up in shock. When she saw who it was, she smirked.
“What I want to know is what kind of potion or spell did you use?” Pansy asked, and Hermione frowned.
“I didn’t use a potion or a spell.” She said honestly.
“You expect me to believe that in one night, you were able to do what all other girls at Hogwarts have failed?” Pansy asked in disbelief and Hermiones smirk grew.
“Of course not,” she said and Pansy breathed a sigh of relief. On the inside that is. “Draco and I have been together for more than a year,” Hermione continued and Pansy stared at her in shock.
“A year?” she asked harshly. Hermione nodded.
“But…” Pansy said, trying to think of something intelligent to say. “When? What? How?”
“When I got injured in that fight against Crabble and Goyle Sr.” Hermione said, “do you remember that fight?”
Pansy nodded without a word. She could still remember the panic she’d witnessed on Draco’s face when Hermione had gone down. At the time, she hadn’t connected Hermiones injury to Draco’s distress, as there had been a lot of injuries and deaths that day. She cursed herself for being so blind to the truth. Of course, even if she had, she wouldn’t have believed it. She would’ve tried to explain it away until she saw it with her own two eyes.
Which she did last night.
“Right,” she said her tone flat. She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t seen it. Draco had been distant and his short temper had been worse than ever during the first few days after that fight. Looking back, she realized that his mood had only improved after Hermione had woken up from the magic infused coma she’d been in. “I’m just going to go now.” She said and Hermione nodded, watching the play of emotions on the other girls face.
Pansy turned to leave, but before she rounded the bookcase, hiding them from view, she turned around.
“Why did you pick Justin?” She asked, and Hermione looked guilty down at the table. What had seemed like a great idea at the time now felt just plain mean, and Hermione wasn’t mean. She wanted to lie, and say that she knew Justin pretty well and knew he needed to get laid, but she decided to be honest. She was a Gryffindor after all.
“I picked him ‘cause I knew you wouldn’t be able to succeed,” Hermione said.
“I’ve slept with him before,” Pansy said and Hermione nodded.
“I know, but it’s different now,” Hermione said and Pansy frowned.
“I feel so bad,” Hermione said a few hours later to Draco. They were laying on a blanket in one of the Slytherin top boxes on the Quidditch field, just holding each other.
“About what luv?” Draco asked, brushing a kiss against her temple. One of his hands stroked her soft, unruly hair absentmindedly as he gazed up at the stars. His other arm lay folded underneath his head, playing the part of a pillow for the evening.
Hermione was lying with her head on his chest, one of her arms thrown over him as she too gazed at the stars.
“You remember yesterday?” she asked, and Draco nodded, grinning. How could he forget? “There’s more to it,” Hermione warned before she started to tell him the whole story with a soft voice. Draco listened and when she was finished, he turned them over, so that they were lying on their sides, facing each other.
“You have nothing to feel bad about.” He said, “I know it’s in your nature, but luv, Pansy was the one who came up with the bet. And she did say that you could choose who ever you wanted. Remember, she picked me, whom she really thought you’d have no chance in hell with,” he continued and Hermione smiled sweetly at him.
“How do you do that?” she asked and Draco frowned.
“Know exactly what to say?” she answered and Draco smiled, leaning forward and capturing her lips. After a few moments of soft kisses, Draco pulled away.
“Why did you pick Justin anyway? It wasn’t very Gryffindor like behavior of you,” He said with a grin.
“What can I say?” she asked with an air of complete innocence, “it must be the Slytherin in me.”
Hermiones shrieks of laughter could be heard as Draco rolled on top of her and started to tickle her. She retaliated and for a while, all that could be heard from the Slytherin box was happy and unadulterated laughter.
3. Name/Pen Name: shannon
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2. Some kind of game
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