Fic: What You Mean to Me (6-7/14) *NC17* D/Hr/B
Title: WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME
Author: tas (Terry)
Rating: R to NC-17
Warning: Some of the characters are out of character, and there is swearing and sex involved....hence the rating. Also there is slash in this fic (male/male), don’t like it, don’t read.
Summary: Set in seventh year. Hermione seems to attract certain Slytherin men, which she welcomes with open arms....among other things. Pranks and loving keep the Head Girl busy as she goes for what she wants.
Disclaimer: Although the plot is mine, the characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the woman that started my addiction into the Potter universe. I receive no monies for this story, but write for the pleasure of twisting the characters to my will.
Authors Note: To sketchy...the person to whom I write this gift for. I hope you enjoy the story that I’ve written for you and hope I’ve followed most of your guidelines. Sorry in advance for Draco being a little fluffy. The purple hair was something I had to think about a bit to put in the story, but I’m hoping you like how that worked out also. When I started writing this story, I wasn’t planning on it being this long, so sit back...grab a pepsi and some munchies and enjoy.
Chapter Six
Hermione sat in the last class of the day, double potions with Professor Snape. During class, she felt a little sorry for the Professor, as he was so obviously trying to pretend that she didn’t exist. It was a relatively quiet class that day. When they entered the classroom, he had instructed them to brew the potion that was on the board and was told it would take the whole class.
“So, do you know what you’re going to say to Snape yet?” Harry whispered next to her.
“Somewhat,” she shrugged while dicing the ginger.
“Did Blaise finish his transfiguration assignment last night?” Harry asked quietly.
“Yes.”
“Great,” he replied sarcastically.
“What’s great?” she asked looking over at him.
“I lost the bet against Ron.”
“What was the bet?”
“I bet that Blaise wouldn’t finish the assignment,” he grinned.
“What do you have to do?” she smirked.
“Turn my hair purple,” he grimaced.
“Was the color of the purple or how long specified?” she laughed.
“No,” Harry smiled, “it wasn’t,” he said his smile growing.
“I’d go a dark purple and maybe leave it for a week,” she suggested. “It probably won’t look that bad,” she added grinning.
“Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now, I would suggest you quit talking and continue with this potion,” Snape said glaring at the two.
“Yes Sir,” they chorused.
Hermione took her time packing up her books and cauldron, then went to the front of the room. “Excuse me Professor, can I have a word with you?” she asked.
He continued marking some assignments, the red ink bright against the parchments. “What is it?” he asked cooly, not looking up.
“I would just like to apologize for the jelly bean incident earlier this week.”
“Did you all get a good laugh over it Miss Granger?” Snape asked looking up.
“Actually, no Sir...we were just surprised,” she grinned. “No one has really mentioned it that much in our house.”
“And I suppose the Headmaster just let it slide without punishment, didn’t he?” he sneered.
“No, we have detention with him tomorrow night. We are to organize his personal library,” she smiled.
“Oh Merlin! I can just see more of your Gryffindor pranks in the future. I know what kind of books that meddlesome old fool has in there,” he said shaking his head.
“Would it appease you if we agreed to not include the Professors anymore?” she asked quietly. “It’s just that the past few years have been tension filled with Voldemort around. We just want to remind the students that they are still students and to not take life too seriously.”
“This from the top ranking student in Hogwart’s. That’s quite a little speech Miss Granger,” he replied, “but .... I agree,” he added giving a small smile.
“Thank you Sir,” she replied.
“I would....... like to commend you on Weasley’s hair,” he said hesitatingly.
“It was an accident, but it was rather funny...especially when Luna did it voluntarily after she saw Ron,” she laughed.
“Smart girl, but rather flaky,” he admitted, ‘much like a certain Divination Professor,’ he thought to himself. “You might want to check out ‘The Bamboozled Potion Master’ in the Headmaster’s personal library. Don’t let the name fool you...there are quite a few good, but harmless, potions that you and the others may find useful,” he slyly smiled.
“There is something else I ...or we would like to ask you,” she said hesitantly.
“What is it?”
“Can a potion be put in a powdered form without losing it’s potency?” she asked.
“Depends on what potion it is,” he replied leaning forwards in his chair.
She went to her desk to take out the parchment with the potion and handed it to him. “We’ve made it already...just can’t figure out how to administer it,” she grinned.
He read it over, then had a fleeting moment of pity for the students...then just as quickly the feeling passed. “This can be powdered by adding this ingredient,” he said as he wrote down the ingredient and how much to add, “the end result will look like a fine pepper.”
She took the parchment thankfully, “thank you Sir,” she replied tucking the paper in her pocket.
“When are you going to use this potion?” he asked, wanting to be there to see what happens.
“Next week sometime,” she replied, “most likely closer to the weekend.”
He nodded then got up from behind the desk. “Was there anything else?”
“Yes,” she said hesitantly. “I would like to say that I was quite flattered when you kissed me.”
“You do have a way with the Slytherin’s, don’t you?” he smirked.
“Sir?”
“Mister Zabini and Mister Malfoy,” he said grinning at the surprised look on her face. “Nothing too much that happens in my house gets past me.”
“Do you have a problem with that?” she asked.
“No...hopefully you can loosen up Draco’s disposition a bit, like you did with Blaise,” he replied.
“Blaise is great, he makes me feel good....and no....not just that way,” she grinned.
“Good luck with Draco,” he said as he walked her to the door.
“Do I get a kiss before I go?” she asked cheekily.
“No, you do not,” he replied sternly, but had the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile. “That will not happen again.”
She was half way out the door when she turned around. “Too bad...you’re not a bad kisser...for an old guy,” she smirked then left before he could reply, not seeing him shake his head in amusement as he turned back to grading some of the day’s work.
It was about quarter after eight when she left her rooms to go to the quidditch pitch, her stomach full of nervous butterflies at the prospect of seeing Draco...the same feeling she had when she was to meet Blaise.
When she entered the pitch, it was to see Draco already there, leaning against one of the goal posts, his hands in his pockets. She fingered the silk tie in the pocket of her bunny hug as she walked closer to her prey. “Hello, Draco. Wasn’t sure if you’d come,” she smiled.
“Wanted to hear what you had to say,” he replied.
“Tell me Draco, do you want me?” she asked bluntly coming closer.
He looked into her eyes, and saw no malice in the brown depths. “Yes,” he admitted quietly.
“You have no qualms being with your best friends girl?”
“Yes I do,” he sighed, “but I can’t get you out of my head.”
“My, that’s quite an admission coming from you Draco,” she grinned.
“I won’t say it again,” he smirked.
“What if I told you that I wanted you also...and that Blaise knows about it?” she asked placing her hand on his chest, then walked around to his back, her hand following as it glided to the back of his shoulder.
‘He knows?’ he thought to himself, then started in surprise when he felt her lips at his neck.
“Give me your hands Draco,” she instructed and was surprised when his arms went behind his back.
“Granger, what are you doing?” he asked, suddenly unsure when he felt the silk tightening around his wrists.
After tying his wrists, she came around to face him. “What is it you want from me Draco?” she asked suggestively, bringing her hand up to run her fingers through his hair, something she had been wanting to do for quite some time now.
“Same thing you give Blaise,” he replied closing his eyes as her mouth came closer to his.
“That’s quite a bit Draco. Can you be more specific?” she huskily said as her lips ghosted across his jaw to his ear.
“Gods...” he moaned as her tongue made contact with the side of his neck. “Anything....everything,” he said leaning his head back against the post.
Hermione leaned against him, pressing her full body against his. “You’re very responsive, aren’t you?” she grinned, her lips against his neck, her hands gliding down his sides to come around to his stomach that twitched at her touch. “I’d like to see what I’d be getting if I agree to this first,” she smirked, her fingers slowly starting to unbutton his shirt.
“I want to see you too,” he said huskily looking into her eyes.
“In a minute,” she replied as her warm hands slipped into the now open shirt. “Do you know what I’d do if we were somewhere more private?” He shook his head. “First, I’d like to take all these clothes off, licking, kissing and sucking on you.” She leaned down to swirl her tongue around one of his nipples, while the other was being pinched with her fingers. “You feel good Draco,” she said against his chest.
“Hermione,” he moaned as he arched his back towards her more.
“You know...that may be the first time I heard you say my name,” she smiled as she kissed her way up his chest. She let her hands slide down his stomach feeling the muscles twitch beneath her fingertips.
“Untie me Hermione,’ he requested. “I want to touch you.”
“Hmm...that would be nice, but I’m not done playing yet,” she grinned. She took a step back and brought her hand up to slowly unzip her bunny hug, his eyes following the metal zipper as her skin was being revealed inch..by inch.
He gazed hungrily at her as her shirt opened further. He licked his suddenly dry lips when he saw that she was braless, her bared breasts high and firm, her nipples pebbled in the cool night air. His eyes followed her hands as they cupped both of her breasts, wanting his in place of hers. Her fingers pinched the nipples, much like she had done to him. He tugged at his restraints, wanting to touch her, but they held firm as he moved his body forwards as much as he could to be able to be closer to her.
“Mmmm...feels good. Would feel better with your hands on me instead though,” she said huskily. “Your mouth would feel even better...I love having my nipples played with, sucked on....” she began.
“If you untie me, I’d be happy to oblige,” Draco interrupted.
She just smiled back at him and stepped closer, pressing her body to his naked chest. “You like that Draco?” she asked after hearing him moan.
“Yes,” he replied.
Hermione’s hands went around his back, then down to cup his ass, pulling him closer. “You do like this don’t you?” she smirked feeling his erection poking against her. “You would probably like my mouth on you wouldn’t you? My tongue brushing along your cock. Ever wondered how my tongue piercing would feel against you as I’d take you fully into my mouth?” she asked softly by his ear, as her hands went to the zipper of his pants.
“Please..Hermione,” he panted as he thrust his hips forward, then moaned when he felt her fingers wrap around his aching erection.
While her one hand was stroking his cock, her other went behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as her thumb glided over the head of his cock, slick with his precum.
He pulled his head back a bit, “faster....gods don’t stop,” he panted against her lips.
His moan was muffled by her mouth as she claimed his lips again. He thrust his hips forward, her hand stroking him faster, meeting his forward thrusts. “Hermione,” he cried out as his cock thickened in her hand, then pulsed to life as he spilled his cum into her hand and his stomach. He felt her pull away after a kiss to his neck, then heard the sound of a zipper. He looked up to see her doing up her bunny hug, hiding the breasts that he never got to touch, and her darting her tongue out to lick one of her fingers, tasting his essence.
They both heard people coming, their laughter carrying into the pitch. “Well, I gotta go,” she grinned, then leaned forwards to give him a brief kiss before she turned her back to him and left.
“Hermione!” he cried out. “Granger! Get the fuck back here!”
“My, my...that’s a sight,” a voice said. “Where’s a camera when you need one?”
“Screw you Potter,” Draco said, his face flushed from embarrassment, as he was still tied to the post, his shirt open and his dick hanging out of his pants.
“Looks like someone screwed you Malfoy,” Harry replied, then turned to shush the other five laughing Gryffindor quidditch players.
“Just help me Potter,” Draco said quietly, trying to shift his body so the others wouldn’t see too much more.
Harry stood in front of him. “It was Hermione, wasn’t it?” he smirked, wanting Malfoy to beg for it.
“Yes, and I’ll fucking wring her neck when I catch her,” Draco replied glaring at the others who shut up, but didn’t stop grinning at him.
“Now Malfoy...we’re talking about one of my best friends here,” Harry admonished. “I’ll let you go if you promise not to hurt her.”
“Fine...I won’t hurt her...much,” he said, the last word muttered under his breath.
“I heard that,” Harry smirked. “‘Mione likes you Malfoy. Why..I don’t know. Don’t fuck it up,” he warned then went behind Draco and untied the silk tie from his wrists.
Draco immediately turned his back to the others and tucked himself back in his pants, and buttoned up his shirt. He was about to stalk off back to the castle when he turned and faced Harry again. “Thanks Potter,” he said quietly.
“Your welcome,” Harry grinned. “That must have been difficult for you.”
“It was,” Draco said giving an answering smirk.
Harry held up the silk tie, “here, you may want this back,” he grinned.
Draco grinned evilly and took the silk tie and stuffed it into his pocket, then went in search of a certain Gryffindor tease.
He caught sight of her just as she was entering the front doors of the castle. He ran to catch up with her, “petrificus totalus” he said as he caught his prey, her body in a full body-bind. He managed to catch her before she fell to the ground, and promptly did a silencing spell when he saw that she was about to tell him off. He laid her carefully down on the floor and leaned down to look her in the eye. “Granger, that was low...even by Slytherin standards,” he said, “did you know that Scarhead and some of the other Gryffindorks found me? Well, payback is a bitch...isn’t it?” he sneered. He then stood up, then pointed his wand at her again, “Mobilarbus,” he said for her body to then levitate off the ground. He then made his way to the dungeons with her floating by his side, amazingly not meeting anyone on the way, except.....
“Draco! What are you doing with Miss Granger?” Snape asked as he met them on the stairs.
“We have some unfinished business to take care of ,” Draco replied sneering down at her.
“What did she do?” Snape asked, crossing his arms at his chest.
“I’m sure it will be spread throughout the school by tomorrow, but she left me in kind of a compromising position for the Gryffindork quidditch team to see,” he replied, his face flushing in memory.
Snape leaned closer and saw the humor in her eyes as Draco was explaining. “Alright, you may go Draco,” he said then leaned to whisper in is ear. “Do not harm her,” he warned.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Draco replied quietly.
Snape watched Draco leave with Hermione’s body floating beside him. “Looks like she won,” he said to himself, a smirk on his face as he went up the stairs.
Draco came to the portrait to his private rooms and said his password quietly so she wouldn’t over hear it. He was planning on giving it to her eventually, but not until he found out what she wanted from him. He went through the portrait, then carefully placed her on the center of the bed, noticing her eyes moving, taking in her surroundings. He used his wand to move her arms over her head then took out the silk tie. “Recognize this Granger?” he smirked evilly.
He leaned over her to bind her wrists to the headboard then used his wand again, “finite incantatem,” he said softly for her body to become relaxed and unrestrained.
“You could have just asked me to come down here with you Draco,” she smirked.
“Would you have?” he asked unzipping her bunny hug. “What do you want from me Hermione? What about Blaise? You said he knew that you wanted me.”
“I do want you Draco, have for a long time. As for Blaise...I love him, he loves me. He wants to see me happy I guess,” she said tugging on her restraints.
“Why did you have to embarrass me just now? You do realize that I will probably never live that down, right?” he asked as he slipped his hand into the now gaping shirt to cup her naked breast.
She arched her back into his touch and gave a light moan. “I am sorry Draco,” she said sincerely, “just thought you’d look good tied up,” she grinned, “and you did.”
He got off the bed abruptly, then looked down at her. “You think that was funny?” he glared down at her.
“No,” she replied but was still smiling up at him, contradicting her response.
“You’re a fucking tease Granger,” he sneered, “no more teasing,” he finished as he waved his wand at her, “evanesco,” he said between clenched teeth. He watched as piece by piece of her clothing came off, revealing her creamy skin. ‘Merlin...beautiful,’ he thought to himself as he went back on the bed to kneel between her legs. He quickly undid the zipper of his pants and pulled them down to his thighs, then gripped her legs to raise them and push them down hard against her chest. He positioned his erection against her entrance and slammed inside until he was completely sheathed, his anger overriding the feel of her not being lubricated enough for such a rough entry. He pulled back, then slammed back in again...and again, taking out his aggression on her body, as he thrust fast and hard inside of her.
She arched her neck back, squeezing her eyes shut as he fucked her hard, his fingers digging painfully into the back of her thighs. She moaned and gripped the headboard, trying to get past the pain, then the pleasure of him being inside of her.
He looked down to see tears streak down the side of her face. ‘Oh gods,’ he thought to himself as he stilled his hips, his cock buried deep inside of her. He leaned down to place light kisses on her knees as he ran his hands up to guide them down around his hips. He braced his forearms on either side of her face to kiss the tears from her face. He caressed her face with his lips to finally come to her mouth. He looked down into her confused eyes, “I’m sorry...so sorry,” he said quietly before closing the distance between them, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.
She melted against him as he kissed her, his lips worshiping hers. She felt his hand glide up one of her arms to her wrists to untie the silk, then his fingers linking with hers as he moved them down to the mattress.
Both of his hands were clasped with hers by her head, their fingers interwoven together as he deepened the kiss. He began to slowly thrust his hips forward at the same time he parted her lips with his tongue, their moans muffled into each other’s mouths as their kiss deepened. Hermione met him thrust for thrust, their bodies glistening in the candlelight from their sweat. She tore her mouth from his to arch her neck back, the friction against her clit sending her over the edge. “Nnnnhh...Draco,” she moaned and cried out as her legs tightened around his waist, her inner muscles clenching him tightly, pulsing around his shaft.
That was all it took for Draco as she gripped his cock. He thrust deep as he then erupted inside of her, emptying himself...for now. He let her hands go while he kissed the pulse at her neck, then withdrew from her and shifted over onto his back, pulling her against his side.
“You know this doesn’t change anything,” he smirked, running his hand up her back. “You’re still the most annoying witch I know.”
“I know,” she grinned, leaning up on her elbow to look down at him, “and you’re the most arrogant, egotistical, annoying......”
“I get the picture Granger,” he smirked, “but you forgot sexy, gorgeous, desirable......”
“I did say egotistical right?” she interrupted grinning down at him.
“So what now?” he asked, “is this a one time thing?”
“Do you want it to be?” she asked, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“No,” he replied brushing his thumb over that lip, then reached up to give her a soft kiss.
“Are you willing to share me?” she asked pulling away from the kiss, “because I’m not giving up Blaise.”
“So....Blaise can have you on even days...me on odd days,” he grinned shrugging his one shoulder.
“Although I would love to spend all my days and nights with you two...I would also like some time for myself or with my friends,” she smiled giving him a quick kiss on the lips then slid out of the bed.
Draco drank in the sight of her naked backside, smirking as he saw the dragon tattoo on her upper back. “How about I have you on all days that end with a ‘Y’, and Blaise can have you for the rest,” he said grabbing her arm to pull her back on the bed.
“Wow! I didn’t know you had a sense of humor too,” she laughed falling on top of him. “I guess I’ll keep you around for awhile,” she added, then gasped when his hands went to her bottom to grind her against his growing erection. He brought up his knee between her legs, pushing against her backside for her body to move up against him. He swirled his tongue around the nipple that was so temptingly close by his face, before drawing it into his mouth.
She wrapped her arm behind his neck to hold him in place as she brought her other leg over his to straddle his hips. She felt his hand slip between them to grip his cock to position it against her dripping entrance. “I can’t believe you’re ready again,” she huskily said as she lowered herself down onto him.
“I’ve got over a year of fantasies to catch up on with you,” he replied, bucking his hips up. “Besides I only came twice, I have one or two more in me for tonight,” he grinned suggestively.
She sat up, leaning her back against his raised knees, then started to rock her hips back and forth on him, his hands going to her hips to guide her in a steady rhythm. This time around their love making started slow, their pace languid as their hands touched each other’s bodies. Their rhythm started to quicken when his fingers slipped between her legs, massaging the swollen nub hidden among her velvet folds. She leaned back more, moving against his hand and grinded down harder on him, taking him as deep as she could. She reached behind her to massage his balls, fondling them until he thrust up and spread his legs. Her finger slid past the sac to tease the puckered ring of muscle of his ass, and looked at him for his reaction.
“Merlin....yes....Hermione,” he panted moving his fingers faster on her clit. She slipped the tip of her slicked finger past the resisting muscle, then went deeper as his moans got louder. She felt his balls tighten into themselves as he bucked up, his climax so close to the surface. With the combination of him massaging her clit frantically, and the moans issuing forth from his throat, she threw her head back, groaning deep in her throat as she came. Still in the haze of her orgasm, she thrust her finger deep inside of him, knuckle deep, until he cried out her name in release.
Draco felt her clit throbbing against his fingers and her inner walls pulsing around him, milking him dry, as they came down from their orgasmic high. He let down his rubbery feeling legs as her finger slid out of him, then glided his hands up her sides to pull her upper body down on top of him. “Now..I think I’m done,” he said hoarsely.
She leaned down to give him a tender kiss to the lips then raised herself until he slipped out of her. She shifted so she lay on her back, then looked to Draco who was sitting up beside her. “Well, I should probably go to my own bed,” she sighed as she trailed her fingertips over his lower back.
“So when can I see you again?” he asked getting off the bed in search for his pajama bottoms.
“You’ll see me tomorrow...or should I say today,” she smirked looking at the time, “in classes.”
“You know what I mean Granger?” he said frustration clear in his voice.
“Granger? We just had sex....twice..and you still call me Granger,” she replied shaking her head, digging for her wand in her discarded clothes. She spelled herself and Draco clean, then slipped on her jeans and bunny hug. She watched as he slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms, admiring the way they hung low from his hips. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, to nuzzle his neck.
“I said your name,” he smirked returning the embrace.
“Hmm..hmmm,” she hummed, “while I was making you scream it out as you came,” she said into his neck. She gave him a quick kiss then went towards the door. “Guess I’ll have fun getting you to say it again,” she added cheekily.
“Merlin...you’ll wear me out,” he replied shaking his head.
“Blaise said that too,” she grinned. “Maybe I should cut you guys off for a bit...wouldn’t want to ‘tire’ you out or anything,” she added. She gave him a quick kiss then left the room through the portrait, making her way to the secret passageway that led almost directly to her rooms.
After she was gone he lay back on his bed, the smell of sex....and her, still heavy in the air. He pulled the rumpled blankets over him, and was thinking of the next time he would have her in his bed. It wasn’t soon after he drifted off to sleep with visions of her writhing and moaning beneath him again.
Chapter Seven
The next night after dinner, the pranksters sat in the Headmaster’s personal library, along with Ron and Draco, who decided to tag along. After the first couple of books they brought down, they became more cautious. One book, when opened, laughed so loud it made you cover your ears as it reverberated off the walls; another book shot up sparkles that would not come off; and one smelled like dozens of dungbombs went off in the room when you opened the front cover, where they all immediately opened a window and cast several freshening spells throughout the room.
Harry had of course took a lot of good natured ribbing on his new purple hair, but unlike Ron, it actually looked alright. The shade of purple was very close to a black color that seemed to just highlight Harry’s hair, and actually seemed to calm all those wayward strands down. “Only you Harry would lose a bet and come out winning,” Ron laughed.
“What bet?” Blaise asked.
“Harry had bet that you wouldn’t finish that transfiguration assignment the other night when we went to my rooms,” Hermione grinned.
“That was a memorable night,” Blaise sighed, “wasn’t it Mya?”
“Yes it was,” she replied then leaned over to give him a quick kiss before eagerly going to sift through another pile of books.
Hermione found what she was looking for in the piled books and came back to sit sideways on Blaise’s lap, careful not to topple over his own pile of books. She opened the book Snape had suggested carefully, flipping through the pages slowly, seeing quite a few spells and potions that could be used for some new pranks. She used a copying spell on the pages that she wanted to have, for a duplicate copy to appear on a fresh sheet of parchment. She was so immersed in the book, she didn’t really pay attention to the fact that Draco had sat on the floor beside her and Blaise’s chair, and that she was sifting her fingers through the fine blonde strands while he was going over his own set of books. She came out of her book daze when she felt Blaise’s lips graze her neck, nibbling the tender skin gently between his teeth. She leaned into the kiss and gave a light moan that seemed to catch the other’s attention.
Ginny looked up at the low moan that could be heard quite loudly in the quietness of the room, and was quite surprised to also see Hermione’s fingers in Draco’s hair. ‘Now...when did that happen,’ she thought to herself, thinking that Hermione was one very lucky girl to have the attention of two very good looking guys. “So how should we organize these?” she grinned breaking the silence of the room, looking down at the neatly piled stacks of books that they’ve already gone through.
Hermione got up after giving a quick kiss to Blaise and then kneeled down beside Ginny. “I think by year, or we can separate the potions, charms, or hexes,” she replied as she motioned for Ginny to look at a page of the book she brought with her.
Ginny read the spell and grinned up at Hermione. “Perfect,” she said quietly, then quickly copied the page and slipped it into her back pocket.
“Hey guys....look what I found,” Harry cried out excitedly.
They all went to the table where Harry sat with piles, and piles of books surrounding him, each leaning over his shoulder or standing to the side to see what he was so excited about. “What is it Harry?” Ron asked leaning over his shoulder.
“It’s how the Marauders made the map,” Harry grinned.
“What map?” Draco asked looking with more interest at the open pages.
“It’s a map of the school showing the secret passageways, and let’s you know where everyone is,” Ginny replied.
“Comes in real handy when you’re trying to get by Filch and Mrs. Norris,” Harry said.
“So that’s how you always managed to slide by trouble,” Draco smirked.
“The invisibility cloak was a real life saver too,” Ron smirked.
“Figures,” Draco said, “only Potter,” he sighed as he picked up a stack of books to start placing them back on the shelves.
Hermione came up behind Draco and wrapped her arms around his waist. “That cloak comes in handy when someone needs to sneak down to say..... the dungeons,” she whispered by his ear, then felt a shiver run though him as she licked at the hickey at the side of his neck that she marked him with the night before. “Are you coming to the party tomorrow night?” she asked.
He turned his head to her and pressed his lips to hers. “You inviting me?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” she smirked, then gave him a squeeze before letting him go, picking up some books to place them where they needed to go on the shelves.
Blaise and Harry were not surprised at the show of affection between Draco and Hermione, Ginny was over her surprise from earlier.....and Ron just looked clueless, as he did not see it. “Him too?” Ginny whispered, pulling Hermione down beside her.
“Hmm..hmm,” Hermione murmured as she nodded her head.
“How was it?” Ginny asked.
“Amazing,” Hermione grinned. “Now I just want the two of them together,” she said wistfully.
Ginny glanced to Blaise and Draco who were standing by the shelves talking while they reshelved the books. “That would be something,” she admitted.
Blaise handed Draco a couple of the charm books, “I bet you’re tired, huh?” he smirked knowingly.
“A bit,” Draco replied shrugging his shoulders.
“You okay with all this?” Blaise asked.
“Yeah, she’s everything I’ve dreamed of Blaise,” Draco admitted. “The question is...are you okay with it, because if you’re not, I’ll back off,” he added looking to Blaise.
“Drake...I am okay with this. I know she loves me, and I love her...but I also know that she has strong feelings for you too,” Blaise replied. “How do you feel about her?”
“I don’t know...” he began, “..last night was amazing, but I wouldn’t have minded if we just had kissed or snuggled on the couch,” he grinned, “pathetic, isn’t it?”
“Not really,” Blaise smiled, “I feel the same way.”
“Did you get her anything for her birthday yet?” Draco asked.
“No, I was going to go tomorrow with Harry and Ron. I’m sure they won’t mind if you come along,” Blaise said then started to laugh at the grimace that crossed his friends face.
“Great...hang out with the Weasel and Scarhead. What is the world coming to?” Draco sighed dramatically.
What should have been a three or four hour detention, extended to about six or seven hours as they joked around and took copious notes full of pranks that would keep them busy for the rest of the year.
Hermione bid everyone a good night, giving a slow, languorous kiss to Draco after the others had left, then left arm in arm with Blaise to make their way to her rooms. She had put some music on her magically enhanced stereo and lay beside him on the couch, snuggled up to his side, sighing as his fingers combed through her hair, lulling her into a contented sleep.
With the Saturday being a Hogsmeade weekend, the students eagerly made their way into the small wizarding village. Ron and Harry walked up ahead, with Blaise and Draco a few paces behind them, Draco making cracks at the two Gryffindors and their purple hair. “What are you two getting for Granger?” Draco asked as they glanced into some of the shops on the main street of Hogsmeade.
“I’m getting her a book she’s been eyeing at the book store on Elven History,” Ron said glancing back.
“How original Weasel...a book for the Hogwart’s bookworm,” Draco smirked. “What about you Potter?”
“Don’t know yet?” Harry replied shrugging his shoulders, looking into the new Quidditch shop window.
The first store they entered was the book store. Ron went up to the counter and requested the book that he had put away the week before. While Ron payed for his purchase the other three wondered the store, trying to get some ideas for Hermione.
Coming out of the book store empty handed, Blaise then dragged them into the jewelry store to get something he had seen a few weeks back, perfect for his Mya. As he talked to the wizard that owned the shop about engraving the pendent, thanking Merlin it was still there, the others looked into the glass display cases. Blaise walked the shop with Draco while the engraving was getting done. “What about that?” he asked pointing to a gold watch that was on display.
“Doesn’t she have one?” Draco asked.
“No,” Harry said coming up beside them, “Crookshanks had lost it a few months before she died.”
“Her cat is dead?” Draco asked, vaguely remembering the large orange cat she was always carrying around in her third year.
“I guess it ate some kind of muggle poison while Hermione was home a couple of summers ago,” Harry said looking down at the display case.
Draco looked to Blaise and grinned. “Is there a pet store around here?” he asked.
The shopkeeper came up to give Blaise the gift wrapped pendant. “Here you are. I am sure she will love it,” he grinned, “as for a pet store...there is a new shop that opened a few months ago that carries anything from snakes to owls, that is just a few blocks down. Can’t miss it.”
Blaise and Draco thanked the wizard then quickened their steps to the shop, now that Draco had an idea for a gift in mind. He entered first, followed by Blaise, Harry, and Ron, into a room filled with tanks and cages that had different animals and creatures in them. At the sound of the bell from the door, a dark haired young witch came up to them. “Hello, can I help you with anything?” she asked, smiling as she pet the snake that hung around her neck.
“Um...yes, I’m looking for a kitten..for a friend,” Draco said looking at the snake warily that seemed to reach out for him.
“And maybe an owl,” Harry spoke up suddenly as he reached out his hand to the snake, hissing at it in parseltongue.
“An owl?” Ron asked Harry, as he stepped back from the snake.
“She’s always using the school owls to send letters to her parents,” Harry replied as he let the snake slither up his arm. “Relax Ron, the snake isn’t poisonous,” he laughed.
“He’s right, the snake is a muggle snake that feeds mostly on insects and such. She’s quite friendly and a personal pet of mine,” she said smiling. “Now...the owls you may choose which one you like, while I show this gentleman the kittens.”
“Gentleman...who’s she kidding,” Ron muttered trying not to hold back his laughter.
“Shut it Weasel,” Draco warned, then turned his back to follow the sales witch.
“We just got this litter of metamorphfeles’s this morning,” she smiled opening the cage. “They look and act much like the muggle cats, but have a few extra abilities that they are able to do.”
Blaise and Draco reached in to pet the kittens, laughing as the furry heads either rubbed against their hands, or their fingers were playfully attacked with tiny claws. “How big do they get?” Blaise asked seeing the size of the paws that were bigger than the normal muggle kitten.
“About the size of a tiger cub when full grown,” she replied.
Draco was surprised when an unusual tabby kitten jumped into his arms. The back and head were mostly a grey and black tabby, but the stomach and forefront of it’s legs and chest had an orange tinge to the fur. The bottom of it’s paws and the tips of the tail and ears were black. What made it stand out were the bright lavender eyes that looked imploringly back at you. You couldn’t help but smile when it looked up at you. “What are the ‘extra’ abilities it can do that you mentioned earlier?” he asked as he began to pet the soft fur, hearing the soft purr come from the bundle in his arms.
“She is a unique feline and is quite rare in the wizarding world. They are unique because they can morph or change into any other kind of cat...to a small bobcat to the largest cat in the muggle world...a tiger. With it being still young, if she changes it would become the cub version of that particular cat. They are very intelligent and can understand and learn from us..and they have an extraordinary memory,” she said reaching over to rub the side of it’s face, “and that one you’re holding is a female,” she finished.
“Is she dangerous at all?” Blaise asked.
“She can be...if she was trained to. Many dark wizards have trained these animals to be very ferocious and were feared for quite a few years. Normally they have a very friendly disposition though,” she said.
“Alright then...we’ll take her,” Draco said holding up the bundle of fur and looking into the unusual eyes. “Now...how are we going to wrap you?” he asked softly.
The kitten started to squirm in his hands until Draco loosened his hold, then crawled into the open front of his jacket. “Well, I guess that answers your question,” Blaise laughed stroking the kitten under the chin.
The two of them met up with Harry and Ron at the counter. “Did you pick one out?” Ron asked not seeing the kitten.
Just then the kitten poked her head out of the jacket and squirmed out onto the counter. “She’ll love it,” Harry grinned as they watched the kitten approach the owl Harry had picked out.
The owl looked fairly close to Hedwig, Harry’s owl, except it had quite a bit of a light grey coloring mixed with the white. They all held their breath as the owl looked down at the kitten that was creeping up to it, then spread it’s wing as the kitten began to sniff the feathers. The guys sighed in relief when the owl reached down to nip the tip of the kitten’s ears and brush it away with his wing, for the kitten to take a swing at it playfully.
“How are you going to sneak the owl cage into the school?” Blaise asked.
“You can use that invisibility cloak of yours,” Draco suggested as he was petting the owls head while the kitten was still trying to play with the wings.
Harry and Draco paid for the animals and stepped out into the afternoon sun. “Accio invisibility cloak,” Harry said raising his wand towards the school. It took a few minutes for him to see his cloak flying through the air. He then whistled for Hedwig, his own owl, to almost immediately hear her screech as she came closer to the four of them. They all watched the snowy white owl fly gracefully overhead, her magnificent wings spread out as she slowly descended towards them to finally land onto Harry’s outstretched arm.
“Hello Hedwig,” Harry smiled petting the proud chest of the owl. “I need you to take this cage and owl to my room...without Hermione seeing it.”
“Do you really think it understands you Potter?” Draco sneered.
“Hedwig is a very smart owl...aren’t your girl?” Harry said affectionately to his first pet. Hedwig nipped Harry’s fingers showing she understood then waited for Harry to cover the cage with the invisibility cloak. She then flew on top of the cage, looking like she was sitting on nothing but air, then grasped the handle at the top of the cage with her strong talons, then slowly ascended into the air.
They watched it until she became a tiny speck in the air then decided to go to Honeyduke’s to pick up some sweets. Draco had to constantly nudge the kitten’s head back into his jacket with her smelling all the sweets in the shop. “I think I’ll head back,” Draco sighed, “this girl is trying to escape,” he laughed.
“I’ll go with you Drake,” Blaise said.
They said their goodbyes, then left the shop to go back to Hogwart’s. They had a bit of a close call when Hermione was heading their way to go to the small village. “Hey Mya,” Blaise grinned wrapping his arms around her waist to swing her around. “Happy birthday,” he added kissing her cheek.
“Thanks Blaise,” she laughed, then saw Draco’s retreating back almost to the gates of the school. “What’s with Draco?”
“He just remembered that he was supposed to meet Snape for something and needed to hurry back,” Blaise replied, the lie smoothly coming from his lips.
“Okay...he’s not in any kind of trouble is he?” she asked worriedly.
“No, just something about tutoring some of the younger years in our house I think,” he said, “where were you heading?”
“To get some butterbeers for tonight,” she smiled, “and now that you found me...you can help me.”
“And what would I get for helping a lady in need today?” he asked hugging her close.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out,” she said suggestively as she leaned in to press her lips to his neck.
“Okay...let’s go,” he said a little breathlessly as he stepped away from her. He grasped her hand in his and practically dragged her over to the Three Broomsticks to pick up the butterbeer.
After the two of them got back to Hermione’s rooms, their arms laden down with the shrunken bottles, Hermione pulled Blaise into her room. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked up at Blaise who was walking towards her. “Strip for me Blaise,” she instructed, a huge grin on her face.
“Excuse me?” he laughed.
“It’s my birthday, and I want to see a stripper,” she grinned, leaning back on her hands.
“No music,” he smirked smugly.
She walked over to her stereo that she spelled to work inside the walls of the school and started the CD. “Now you do,” she said cheekily as she sat back down on the bed.
Blaise kicked off his runners, then carefully placed his jacket on the chair making sure her gift wasn’t visible. He started to slowly sway his hips to the music while his hands glided over the front of his shirt, then down to palm the growing bulge in his jeans. He gave a small moan and pressed harder after seeing her eyes greedily watching where his hands traveled. “You know...I’d have more incentive to do this if I saw more of you,” he said, smiling sexily.
She grinned wickedly at him and stood up and quickly pulled the t-shirt over her head and slipped her jeans down her legs. “Don’t stop now Blaise,” she grinned as her hands went to her back to unclasp her bra.
As Blaise watched the last remaining piece of clothing slip down her legs, leaving her completely bare to his eyes, he felt his jeans tightening across his hips as his erection grew. He licked his lips as she sat on the bed again, leaning back on her hands, her breasts jutting out at him, then watched as her shapely legs crossed at her knees. He continued to sway to the music, his hips gyrating towards her while he undid each button in turn of his shirt. He slowly stepped closer to her as his hands slipped into the front of his open shirt to come up to his shoulders. He slid the one side down from his shoulder, letting it skim down to his biceps, then shrugged the other side down his arm until it hung to the elbows, his hands gliding over his stomach and chest, encouraged from the darkening gaze of her eyes.
Hermione sat still until he came closer, her eyes greedily taking in the muscled chest and abs. She reached out to touch, then sighed in disappointment when he stepped out of her reach, shaking his head at her.
He turned to his side as he finished taking off his shirt, then grinned devilishly as he threw it at her to land on her lap. She brought the shirt up to inhale his male scent she always loved, then slipped the shirt on, leaving the front undone, but open enough for him to just make out the soft swell of her breasts.
“Are you going to put the pants on too?” he grinned as he came closer to her, his hands going to the snap of his jeans.
“No,” she replied, then placed her hands on his legs, gliding them up his thighs to his moving hips. She leaned forward to press her lips to his stomach, her hand coming forward to press against his erection. “Do you know how much I want to taste you right now?” she huskily asked.
“Merlin...Mya,” he groaned as he slid his fingers into her hair when she dipped her tongue into his navel.
She came off the bed and kneeled in front of him as she nibbled the skin at his waist, her fingers helping him undo his pants. She pulled them down his legs, along with his boxers, until they pooled down at his feet. While he was kicking them away, he moaned as his cock was engulfed in her mouth, the muscles clenching in his thighs and stomach as he thrust into her mouth. Her hands went around the back of his legs, then moved up to his ass, pulling him closer as she deep throated his length.
“Gods....so...close,” he panted as he watched her lips move up and down his shaft. He reached down to grip the base of his cock, then pulled his hips back reluctantly for him to slip out of her mouth. He kneeled down in front of her, wrapping his one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He leaned in to latch his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, moaning into her mouth as her hands went between their bodies to stroke his erection.
It was then Hermione’s turn to moan when his hand went between her legs, sliding his fingers easily along her wet folds. She spread her legs more as he slipped two fingers deep inside her, stroking her inner walls with each thrust. She groaned when he slipped his fingers out of her, then gasped in surprise when his hands went around her bottom, lifting her up against him.
“I need you...now,” he panted as he leaned back on his heels, then lifted her hips until the tip of his erection was at her entrance. He thrust up into her heat until he was completely sheathed inside of her, his hands gripping onto her hips as he pulled her down, thrusting up hard into her.
Hermione’s body felt like liquid fire as she moved against him. She gripped his forearms, holding on tight as she leaned back, grinding, rocking backwards and forwards on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his hips as his thrusts quickened. “Nnnnhh....Blaise,” she moaned as the hot feeling built up in her lower abdomen, making it’s way lower and lower until it burst into a pulsing orgasm, leaving her body quivering and shuddering in the aftermath.
“Mya,” he cried out as he gripped her hips hard enough to leave his mark as he erupted inside of her. He pulled her upper body up to wrap his arms around her slick back, their chests heaving from their ragged breathing. He began to trail light kisses up her neck. “Happy birthday Mya,” he softly said by her ear.
“So far,” she replied, giving a shaky laugh as she hugged him close.
The two of them shared a shower together, each of them washing each other’s flushed skin, not missing an inch of familiar skin. By the time they finished, it was time for dinner. Hermione was just lacing up her runners when Blaise pulled her down on his lap. “I have something for you Mya,” he said, then handed her the brightly colored present.
“You didn’t have to Blaise,” she grinned looking down at the green papered present. “Your strip show was enough,” she added smartly, then leaned down to kiss his cheek.
“Prat,” he laughed, “just open it.”
She carefully unwrapped the ribbon, then the paper, to see a burgundy velvet box. She opened it slowly to see a dragon pendent in gold and silver. “It’s beautiful Blaise,” she said taking it gingerly from the velvet.
“I saw this a few weeks ago and thought it looked remarkably like the tattoo on your back,” he said reaching to her hands to flip the pendent over.
“Love always, Blaise,” she read. “Thank you,” she said wrapping her arms around his neck. “Love you too,” she whispered by his ear.
He kissed the side of her neck and pulled back. “We should probably go down to the Great Hall,” he sighed.
“Can you help me put this on?” she asked holding the chain up to him. He took the chain and clasped the back while she held up hair, then placed a tender kiss to the back of her neck.
Author: tas (Terry)
Rating: R to NC-17
Warning: Some of the characters are out of character, and there is swearing and sex involved....hence the rating. Also there is slash in this fic (male/male), don’t like it, don’t read.
Summary: Set in seventh year. Hermione seems to attract certain Slytherin men, which she welcomes with open arms....among other things. Pranks and loving keep the Head Girl busy as she goes for what she wants.
Disclaimer: Although the plot is mine, the characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the woman that started my addiction into the Potter universe. I receive no monies for this story, but write for the pleasure of twisting the characters to my will.
Authors Note: To sketchy...the person to whom I write this gift for. I hope you enjoy the story that I’ve written for you and hope I’ve followed most of your guidelines. Sorry in advance for Draco being a little fluffy. The purple hair was something I had to think about a bit to put in the story, but I’m hoping you like how that worked out also. When I started writing this story, I wasn’t planning on it being this long, so sit back...grab a pepsi and some munchies and enjoy.
Chapter Six
Hermione sat in the last class of the day, double potions with Professor Snape. During class, she felt a little sorry for the Professor, as he was so obviously trying to pretend that she didn’t exist. It was a relatively quiet class that day. When they entered the classroom, he had instructed them to brew the potion that was on the board and was told it would take the whole class.
“So, do you know what you’re going to say to Snape yet?” Harry whispered next to her.
“Somewhat,” she shrugged while dicing the ginger.
“Did Blaise finish his transfiguration assignment last night?” Harry asked quietly.
“Yes.”
“Great,” he replied sarcastically.
“What’s great?” she asked looking over at him.
“I lost the bet against Ron.”
“What was the bet?”
“I bet that Blaise wouldn’t finish the assignment,” he grinned.
“What do you have to do?” she smirked.
“Turn my hair purple,” he grimaced.
“Was the color of the purple or how long specified?” she laughed.
“No,” Harry smiled, “it wasn’t,” he said his smile growing.
“I’d go a dark purple and maybe leave it for a week,” she suggested. “It probably won’t look that bad,” she added grinning.
“Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now, I would suggest you quit talking and continue with this potion,” Snape said glaring at the two.
“Yes Sir,” they chorused.
Hermione took her time packing up her books and cauldron, then went to the front of the room. “Excuse me Professor, can I have a word with you?” she asked.
He continued marking some assignments, the red ink bright against the parchments. “What is it?” he asked cooly, not looking up.
“I would just like to apologize for the jelly bean incident earlier this week.”
“Did you all get a good laugh over it Miss Granger?” Snape asked looking up.
“Actually, no Sir...we were just surprised,” she grinned. “No one has really mentioned it that much in our house.”
“And I suppose the Headmaster just let it slide without punishment, didn’t he?” he sneered.
“No, we have detention with him tomorrow night. We are to organize his personal library,” she smiled.
“Oh Merlin! I can just see more of your Gryffindor pranks in the future. I know what kind of books that meddlesome old fool has in there,” he said shaking his head.
“Would it appease you if we agreed to not include the Professors anymore?” she asked quietly. “It’s just that the past few years have been tension filled with Voldemort around. We just want to remind the students that they are still students and to not take life too seriously.”
“This from the top ranking student in Hogwart’s. That’s quite a little speech Miss Granger,” he replied, “but .... I agree,” he added giving a small smile.
“Thank you Sir,” she replied.
“I would....... like to commend you on Weasley’s hair,” he said hesitatingly.
“It was an accident, but it was rather funny...especially when Luna did it voluntarily after she saw Ron,” she laughed.
“Smart girl, but rather flaky,” he admitted, ‘much like a certain Divination Professor,’ he thought to himself. “You might want to check out ‘The Bamboozled Potion Master’ in the Headmaster’s personal library. Don’t let the name fool you...there are quite a few good, but harmless, potions that you and the others may find useful,” he slyly smiled.
“There is something else I ...or we would like to ask you,” she said hesitantly.
“What is it?”
“Can a potion be put in a powdered form without losing it’s potency?” she asked.
“Depends on what potion it is,” he replied leaning forwards in his chair.
She went to her desk to take out the parchment with the potion and handed it to him. “We’ve made it already...just can’t figure out how to administer it,” she grinned.
He read it over, then had a fleeting moment of pity for the students...then just as quickly the feeling passed. “This can be powdered by adding this ingredient,” he said as he wrote down the ingredient and how much to add, “the end result will look like a fine pepper.”
She took the parchment thankfully, “thank you Sir,” she replied tucking the paper in her pocket.
“When are you going to use this potion?” he asked, wanting to be there to see what happens.
“Next week sometime,” she replied, “most likely closer to the weekend.”
He nodded then got up from behind the desk. “Was there anything else?”
“Yes,” she said hesitantly. “I would like to say that I was quite flattered when you kissed me.”
“You do have a way with the Slytherin’s, don’t you?” he smirked.
“Sir?”
“Mister Zabini and Mister Malfoy,” he said grinning at the surprised look on her face. “Nothing too much that happens in my house gets past me.”
“Do you have a problem with that?” she asked.
“No...hopefully you can loosen up Draco’s disposition a bit, like you did with Blaise,” he replied.
“Blaise is great, he makes me feel good....and no....not just that way,” she grinned.
“Good luck with Draco,” he said as he walked her to the door.
“Do I get a kiss before I go?” she asked cheekily.
“No, you do not,” he replied sternly, but had the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile. “That will not happen again.”
She was half way out the door when she turned around. “Too bad...you’re not a bad kisser...for an old guy,” she smirked then left before he could reply, not seeing him shake his head in amusement as he turned back to grading some of the day’s work.
It was about quarter after eight when she left her rooms to go to the quidditch pitch, her stomach full of nervous butterflies at the prospect of seeing Draco...the same feeling she had when she was to meet Blaise.
When she entered the pitch, it was to see Draco already there, leaning against one of the goal posts, his hands in his pockets. She fingered the silk tie in the pocket of her bunny hug as she walked closer to her prey. “Hello, Draco. Wasn’t sure if you’d come,” she smiled.
“Wanted to hear what you had to say,” he replied.
“Tell me Draco, do you want me?” she asked bluntly coming closer.
He looked into her eyes, and saw no malice in the brown depths. “Yes,” he admitted quietly.
“You have no qualms being with your best friends girl?”
“Yes I do,” he sighed, “but I can’t get you out of my head.”
“My, that’s quite an admission coming from you Draco,” she grinned.
“I won’t say it again,” he smirked.
“What if I told you that I wanted you also...and that Blaise knows about it?” she asked placing her hand on his chest, then walked around to his back, her hand following as it glided to the back of his shoulder.
‘He knows?’ he thought to himself, then started in surprise when he felt her lips at his neck.
“Give me your hands Draco,” she instructed and was surprised when his arms went behind his back.
“Granger, what are you doing?” he asked, suddenly unsure when he felt the silk tightening around his wrists.
After tying his wrists, she came around to face him. “What is it you want from me Draco?” she asked suggestively, bringing her hand up to run her fingers through his hair, something she had been wanting to do for quite some time now.
“Same thing you give Blaise,” he replied closing his eyes as her mouth came closer to his.
“That’s quite a bit Draco. Can you be more specific?” she huskily said as her lips ghosted across his jaw to his ear.
“Gods...” he moaned as her tongue made contact with the side of his neck. “Anything....everything,” he said leaning his head back against the post.
Hermione leaned against him, pressing her full body against his. “You’re very responsive, aren’t you?” she grinned, her lips against his neck, her hands gliding down his sides to come around to his stomach that twitched at her touch. “I’d like to see what I’d be getting if I agree to this first,” she smirked, her fingers slowly starting to unbutton his shirt.
“I want to see you too,” he said huskily looking into her eyes.
“In a minute,” she replied as her warm hands slipped into the now open shirt. “Do you know what I’d do if we were somewhere more private?” He shook his head. “First, I’d like to take all these clothes off, licking, kissing and sucking on you.” She leaned down to swirl her tongue around one of his nipples, while the other was being pinched with her fingers. “You feel good Draco,” she said against his chest.
“Hermione,” he moaned as he arched his back towards her more.
“You know...that may be the first time I heard you say my name,” she smiled as she kissed her way up his chest. She let her hands slide down his stomach feeling the muscles twitch beneath her fingertips.
“Untie me Hermione,’ he requested. “I want to touch you.”
“Hmm...that would be nice, but I’m not done playing yet,” she grinned. She took a step back and brought her hand up to slowly unzip her bunny hug, his eyes following the metal zipper as her skin was being revealed inch..by inch.
He gazed hungrily at her as her shirt opened further. He licked his suddenly dry lips when he saw that she was braless, her bared breasts high and firm, her nipples pebbled in the cool night air. His eyes followed her hands as they cupped both of her breasts, wanting his in place of hers. Her fingers pinched the nipples, much like she had done to him. He tugged at his restraints, wanting to touch her, but they held firm as he moved his body forwards as much as he could to be able to be closer to her.
“Mmmm...feels good. Would feel better with your hands on me instead though,” she said huskily. “Your mouth would feel even better...I love having my nipples played with, sucked on....” she began.
“If you untie me, I’d be happy to oblige,” Draco interrupted.
She just smiled back at him and stepped closer, pressing her body to his naked chest. “You like that Draco?” she asked after hearing him moan.
“Yes,” he replied.
Hermione’s hands went around his back, then down to cup his ass, pulling him closer. “You do like this don’t you?” she smirked feeling his erection poking against her. “You would probably like my mouth on you wouldn’t you? My tongue brushing along your cock. Ever wondered how my tongue piercing would feel against you as I’d take you fully into my mouth?” she asked softly by his ear, as her hands went to the zipper of his pants.
“Please..Hermione,” he panted as he thrust his hips forward, then moaned when he felt her fingers wrap around his aching erection.
While her one hand was stroking his cock, her other went behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as her thumb glided over the head of his cock, slick with his precum.
He pulled his head back a bit, “faster....gods don’t stop,” he panted against her lips.
His moan was muffled by her mouth as she claimed his lips again. He thrust his hips forward, her hand stroking him faster, meeting his forward thrusts. “Hermione,” he cried out as his cock thickened in her hand, then pulsed to life as he spilled his cum into her hand and his stomach. He felt her pull away after a kiss to his neck, then heard the sound of a zipper. He looked up to see her doing up her bunny hug, hiding the breasts that he never got to touch, and her darting her tongue out to lick one of her fingers, tasting his essence.
They both heard people coming, their laughter carrying into the pitch. “Well, I gotta go,” she grinned, then leaned forwards to give him a brief kiss before she turned her back to him and left.
“Hermione!” he cried out. “Granger! Get the fuck back here!”
“My, my...that’s a sight,” a voice said. “Where’s a camera when you need one?”
“Screw you Potter,” Draco said, his face flushed from embarrassment, as he was still tied to the post, his shirt open and his dick hanging out of his pants.
“Looks like someone screwed you Malfoy,” Harry replied, then turned to shush the other five laughing Gryffindor quidditch players.
“Just help me Potter,” Draco said quietly, trying to shift his body so the others wouldn’t see too much more.
Harry stood in front of him. “It was Hermione, wasn’t it?” he smirked, wanting Malfoy to beg for it.
“Yes, and I’ll fucking wring her neck when I catch her,” Draco replied glaring at the others who shut up, but didn’t stop grinning at him.
“Now Malfoy...we’re talking about one of my best friends here,” Harry admonished. “I’ll let you go if you promise not to hurt her.”
“Fine...I won’t hurt her...much,” he said, the last word muttered under his breath.
“I heard that,” Harry smirked. “‘Mione likes you Malfoy. Why..I don’t know. Don’t fuck it up,” he warned then went behind Draco and untied the silk tie from his wrists.
Draco immediately turned his back to the others and tucked himself back in his pants, and buttoned up his shirt. He was about to stalk off back to the castle when he turned and faced Harry again. “Thanks Potter,” he said quietly.
“Your welcome,” Harry grinned. “That must have been difficult for you.”
“It was,” Draco said giving an answering smirk.
Harry held up the silk tie, “here, you may want this back,” he grinned.
Draco grinned evilly and took the silk tie and stuffed it into his pocket, then went in search of a certain Gryffindor tease.
He caught sight of her just as she was entering the front doors of the castle. He ran to catch up with her, “petrificus totalus” he said as he caught his prey, her body in a full body-bind. He managed to catch her before she fell to the ground, and promptly did a silencing spell when he saw that she was about to tell him off. He laid her carefully down on the floor and leaned down to look her in the eye. “Granger, that was low...even by Slytherin standards,” he said, “did you know that Scarhead and some of the other Gryffindorks found me? Well, payback is a bitch...isn’t it?” he sneered. He then stood up, then pointed his wand at her again, “Mobilarbus,” he said for her body to then levitate off the ground. He then made his way to the dungeons with her floating by his side, amazingly not meeting anyone on the way, except.....
“Draco! What are you doing with Miss Granger?” Snape asked as he met them on the stairs.
“We have some unfinished business to take care of ,” Draco replied sneering down at her.
“What did she do?” Snape asked, crossing his arms at his chest.
“I’m sure it will be spread throughout the school by tomorrow, but she left me in kind of a compromising position for the Gryffindork quidditch team to see,” he replied, his face flushing in memory.
Snape leaned closer and saw the humor in her eyes as Draco was explaining. “Alright, you may go Draco,” he said then leaned to whisper in is ear. “Do not harm her,” he warned.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Draco replied quietly.
Snape watched Draco leave with Hermione’s body floating beside him. “Looks like she won,” he said to himself, a smirk on his face as he went up the stairs.
Draco came to the portrait to his private rooms and said his password quietly so she wouldn’t over hear it. He was planning on giving it to her eventually, but not until he found out what she wanted from him. He went through the portrait, then carefully placed her on the center of the bed, noticing her eyes moving, taking in her surroundings. He used his wand to move her arms over her head then took out the silk tie. “Recognize this Granger?” he smirked evilly.
He leaned over her to bind her wrists to the headboard then used his wand again, “finite incantatem,” he said softly for her body to become relaxed and unrestrained.
“You could have just asked me to come down here with you Draco,” she smirked.
“Would you have?” he asked unzipping her bunny hug. “What do you want from me Hermione? What about Blaise? You said he knew that you wanted me.”
“I do want you Draco, have for a long time. As for Blaise...I love him, he loves me. He wants to see me happy I guess,” she said tugging on her restraints.
“Why did you have to embarrass me just now? You do realize that I will probably never live that down, right?” he asked as he slipped his hand into the now gaping shirt to cup her naked breast.
She arched her back into his touch and gave a light moan. “I am sorry Draco,” she said sincerely, “just thought you’d look good tied up,” she grinned, “and you did.”
He got off the bed abruptly, then looked down at her. “You think that was funny?” he glared down at her.
“No,” she replied but was still smiling up at him, contradicting her response.
“You’re a fucking tease Granger,” he sneered, “no more teasing,” he finished as he waved his wand at her, “evanesco,” he said between clenched teeth. He watched as piece by piece of her clothing came off, revealing her creamy skin. ‘Merlin...beautiful,’ he thought to himself as he went back on the bed to kneel between her legs. He quickly undid the zipper of his pants and pulled them down to his thighs, then gripped her legs to raise them and push them down hard against her chest. He positioned his erection against her entrance and slammed inside until he was completely sheathed, his anger overriding the feel of her not being lubricated enough for such a rough entry. He pulled back, then slammed back in again...and again, taking out his aggression on her body, as he thrust fast and hard inside of her.
She arched her neck back, squeezing her eyes shut as he fucked her hard, his fingers digging painfully into the back of her thighs. She moaned and gripped the headboard, trying to get past the pain, then the pleasure of him being inside of her.
He looked down to see tears streak down the side of her face. ‘Oh gods,’ he thought to himself as he stilled his hips, his cock buried deep inside of her. He leaned down to place light kisses on her knees as he ran his hands up to guide them down around his hips. He braced his forearms on either side of her face to kiss the tears from her face. He caressed her face with his lips to finally come to her mouth. He looked down into her confused eyes, “I’m sorry...so sorry,” he said quietly before closing the distance between them, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.
She melted against him as he kissed her, his lips worshiping hers. She felt his hand glide up one of her arms to her wrists to untie the silk, then his fingers linking with hers as he moved them down to the mattress.
Both of his hands were clasped with hers by her head, their fingers interwoven together as he deepened the kiss. He began to slowly thrust his hips forward at the same time he parted her lips with his tongue, their moans muffled into each other’s mouths as their kiss deepened. Hermione met him thrust for thrust, their bodies glistening in the candlelight from their sweat. She tore her mouth from his to arch her neck back, the friction against her clit sending her over the edge. “Nnnnhh...Draco,” she moaned and cried out as her legs tightened around his waist, her inner muscles clenching him tightly, pulsing around his shaft.
That was all it took for Draco as she gripped his cock. He thrust deep as he then erupted inside of her, emptying himself...for now. He let her hands go while he kissed the pulse at her neck, then withdrew from her and shifted over onto his back, pulling her against his side.
“You know this doesn’t change anything,” he smirked, running his hand up her back. “You’re still the most annoying witch I know.”
“I know,” she grinned, leaning up on her elbow to look down at him, “and you’re the most arrogant, egotistical, annoying......”
“I get the picture Granger,” he smirked, “but you forgot sexy, gorgeous, desirable......”
“I did say egotistical right?” she interrupted grinning down at him.
“So what now?” he asked, “is this a one time thing?”
“Do you want it to be?” she asked, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“No,” he replied brushing his thumb over that lip, then reached up to give her a soft kiss.
“Are you willing to share me?” she asked pulling away from the kiss, “because I’m not giving up Blaise.”
“So....Blaise can have you on even days...me on odd days,” he grinned shrugging his one shoulder.
“Although I would love to spend all my days and nights with you two...I would also like some time for myself or with my friends,” she smiled giving him a quick kiss on the lips then slid out of the bed.
Draco drank in the sight of her naked backside, smirking as he saw the dragon tattoo on her upper back. “How about I have you on all days that end with a ‘Y’, and Blaise can have you for the rest,” he said grabbing her arm to pull her back on the bed.
“Wow! I didn’t know you had a sense of humor too,” she laughed falling on top of him. “I guess I’ll keep you around for awhile,” she added, then gasped when his hands went to her bottom to grind her against his growing erection. He brought up his knee between her legs, pushing against her backside for her body to move up against him. He swirled his tongue around the nipple that was so temptingly close by his face, before drawing it into his mouth.
She wrapped her arm behind his neck to hold him in place as she brought her other leg over his to straddle his hips. She felt his hand slip between them to grip his cock to position it against her dripping entrance. “I can’t believe you’re ready again,” she huskily said as she lowered herself down onto him.
“I’ve got over a year of fantasies to catch up on with you,” he replied, bucking his hips up. “Besides I only came twice, I have one or two more in me for tonight,” he grinned suggestively.
She sat up, leaning her back against his raised knees, then started to rock her hips back and forth on him, his hands going to her hips to guide her in a steady rhythm. This time around their love making started slow, their pace languid as their hands touched each other’s bodies. Their rhythm started to quicken when his fingers slipped between her legs, massaging the swollen nub hidden among her velvet folds. She leaned back more, moving against his hand and grinded down harder on him, taking him as deep as she could. She reached behind her to massage his balls, fondling them until he thrust up and spread his legs. Her finger slid past the sac to tease the puckered ring of muscle of his ass, and looked at him for his reaction.
“Merlin....yes....Hermione,” he panted moving his fingers faster on her clit. She slipped the tip of her slicked finger past the resisting muscle, then went deeper as his moans got louder. She felt his balls tighten into themselves as he bucked up, his climax so close to the surface. With the combination of him massaging her clit frantically, and the moans issuing forth from his throat, she threw her head back, groaning deep in her throat as she came. Still in the haze of her orgasm, she thrust her finger deep inside of him, knuckle deep, until he cried out her name in release.
Draco felt her clit throbbing against his fingers and her inner walls pulsing around him, milking him dry, as they came down from their orgasmic high. He let down his rubbery feeling legs as her finger slid out of him, then glided his hands up her sides to pull her upper body down on top of him. “Now..I think I’m done,” he said hoarsely.
She leaned down to give him a tender kiss to the lips then raised herself until he slipped out of her. She shifted so she lay on her back, then looked to Draco who was sitting up beside her. “Well, I should probably go to my own bed,” she sighed as she trailed her fingertips over his lower back.
“So when can I see you again?” he asked getting off the bed in search for his pajama bottoms.
“You’ll see me tomorrow...or should I say today,” she smirked looking at the time, “in classes.”
“You know what I mean Granger?” he said frustration clear in his voice.
“Granger? We just had sex....twice..and you still call me Granger,” she replied shaking her head, digging for her wand in her discarded clothes. She spelled herself and Draco clean, then slipped on her jeans and bunny hug. She watched as he slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms, admiring the way they hung low from his hips. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, to nuzzle his neck.
“I said your name,” he smirked returning the embrace.
“Hmm..hmmm,” she hummed, “while I was making you scream it out as you came,” she said into his neck. She gave him a quick kiss then went towards the door. “Guess I’ll have fun getting you to say it again,” she added cheekily.
“Merlin...you’ll wear me out,” he replied shaking his head.
“Blaise said that too,” she grinned. “Maybe I should cut you guys off for a bit...wouldn’t want to ‘tire’ you out or anything,” she added. She gave him a quick kiss then left the room through the portrait, making her way to the secret passageway that led almost directly to her rooms.
After she was gone he lay back on his bed, the smell of sex....and her, still heavy in the air. He pulled the rumpled blankets over him, and was thinking of the next time he would have her in his bed. It wasn’t soon after he drifted off to sleep with visions of her writhing and moaning beneath him again.
Chapter Seven
The next night after dinner, the pranksters sat in the Headmaster’s personal library, along with Ron and Draco, who decided to tag along. After the first couple of books they brought down, they became more cautious. One book, when opened, laughed so loud it made you cover your ears as it reverberated off the walls; another book shot up sparkles that would not come off; and one smelled like dozens of dungbombs went off in the room when you opened the front cover, where they all immediately opened a window and cast several freshening spells throughout the room.
Harry had of course took a lot of good natured ribbing on his new purple hair, but unlike Ron, it actually looked alright. The shade of purple was very close to a black color that seemed to just highlight Harry’s hair, and actually seemed to calm all those wayward strands down. “Only you Harry would lose a bet and come out winning,” Ron laughed.
“What bet?” Blaise asked.
“Harry had bet that you wouldn’t finish that transfiguration assignment the other night when we went to my rooms,” Hermione grinned.
“That was a memorable night,” Blaise sighed, “wasn’t it Mya?”
“Yes it was,” she replied then leaned over to give him a quick kiss before eagerly going to sift through another pile of books.
Hermione found what she was looking for in the piled books and came back to sit sideways on Blaise’s lap, careful not to topple over his own pile of books. She opened the book Snape had suggested carefully, flipping through the pages slowly, seeing quite a few spells and potions that could be used for some new pranks. She used a copying spell on the pages that she wanted to have, for a duplicate copy to appear on a fresh sheet of parchment. She was so immersed in the book, she didn’t really pay attention to the fact that Draco had sat on the floor beside her and Blaise’s chair, and that she was sifting her fingers through the fine blonde strands while he was going over his own set of books. She came out of her book daze when she felt Blaise’s lips graze her neck, nibbling the tender skin gently between his teeth. She leaned into the kiss and gave a light moan that seemed to catch the other’s attention.
Ginny looked up at the low moan that could be heard quite loudly in the quietness of the room, and was quite surprised to also see Hermione’s fingers in Draco’s hair. ‘Now...when did that happen,’ she thought to herself, thinking that Hermione was one very lucky girl to have the attention of two very good looking guys. “So how should we organize these?” she grinned breaking the silence of the room, looking down at the neatly piled stacks of books that they’ve already gone through.
Hermione got up after giving a quick kiss to Blaise and then kneeled down beside Ginny. “I think by year, or we can separate the potions, charms, or hexes,” she replied as she motioned for Ginny to look at a page of the book she brought with her.
Ginny read the spell and grinned up at Hermione. “Perfect,” she said quietly, then quickly copied the page and slipped it into her back pocket.
“Hey guys....look what I found,” Harry cried out excitedly.
They all went to the table where Harry sat with piles, and piles of books surrounding him, each leaning over his shoulder or standing to the side to see what he was so excited about. “What is it Harry?” Ron asked leaning over his shoulder.
“It’s how the Marauders made the map,” Harry grinned.
“What map?” Draco asked looking with more interest at the open pages.
“It’s a map of the school showing the secret passageways, and let’s you know where everyone is,” Ginny replied.
“Comes in real handy when you’re trying to get by Filch and Mrs. Norris,” Harry said.
“So that’s how you always managed to slide by trouble,” Draco smirked.
“The invisibility cloak was a real life saver too,” Ron smirked.
“Figures,” Draco said, “only Potter,” he sighed as he picked up a stack of books to start placing them back on the shelves.
Hermione came up behind Draco and wrapped her arms around his waist. “That cloak comes in handy when someone needs to sneak down to say..... the dungeons,” she whispered by his ear, then felt a shiver run though him as she licked at the hickey at the side of his neck that she marked him with the night before. “Are you coming to the party tomorrow night?” she asked.
He turned his head to her and pressed his lips to hers. “You inviting me?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” she smirked, then gave him a squeeze before letting him go, picking up some books to place them where they needed to go on the shelves.
Blaise and Harry were not surprised at the show of affection between Draco and Hermione, Ginny was over her surprise from earlier.....and Ron just looked clueless, as he did not see it. “Him too?” Ginny whispered, pulling Hermione down beside her.
“Hmm..hmm,” Hermione murmured as she nodded her head.
“How was it?” Ginny asked.
“Amazing,” Hermione grinned. “Now I just want the two of them together,” she said wistfully.
Ginny glanced to Blaise and Draco who were standing by the shelves talking while they reshelved the books. “That would be something,” she admitted.
Blaise handed Draco a couple of the charm books, “I bet you’re tired, huh?” he smirked knowingly.
“A bit,” Draco replied shrugging his shoulders.
“You okay with all this?” Blaise asked.
“Yeah, she’s everything I’ve dreamed of Blaise,” Draco admitted. “The question is...are you okay with it, because if you’re not, I’ll back off,” he added looking to Blaise.
“Drake...I am okay with this. I know she loves me, and I love her...but I also know that she has strong feelings for you too,” Blaise replied. “How do you feel about her?”
“I don’t know...” he began, “..last night was amazing, but I wouldn’t have minded if we just had kissed or snuggled on the couch,” he grinned, “pathetic, isn’t it?”
“Not really,” Blaise smiled, “I feel the same way.”
“Did you get her anything for her birthday yet?” Draco asked.
“No, I was going to go tomorrow with Harry and Ron. I’m sure they won’t mind if you come along,” Blaise said then started to laugh at the grimace that crossed his friends face.
“Great...hang out with the Weasel and Scarhead. What is the world coming to?” Draco sighed dramatically.
What should have been a three or four hour detention, extended to about six or seven hours as they joked around and took copious notes full of pranks that would keep them busy for the rest of the year.
Hermione bid everyone a good night, giving a slow, languorous kiss to Draco after the others had left, then left arm in arm with Blaise to make their way to her rooms. She had put some music on her magically enhanced stereo and lay beside him on the couch, snuggled up to his side, sighing as his fingers combed through her hair, lulling her into a contented sleep.
With the Saturday being a Hogsmeade weekend, the students eagerly made their way into the small wizarding village. Ron and Harry walked up ahead, with Blaise and Draco a few paces behind them, Draco making cracks at the two Gryffindors and their purple hair. “What are you two getting for Granger?” Draco asked as they glanced into some of the shops on the main street of Hogsmeade.
“I’m getting her a book she’s been eyeing at the book store on Elven History,” Ron said glancing back.
“How original Weasel...a book for the Hogwart’s bookworm,” Draco smirked. “What about you Potter?”
“Don’t know yet?” Harry replied shrugging his shoulders, looking into the new Quidditch shop window.
The first store they entered was the book store. Ron went up to the counter and requested the book that he had put away the week before. While Ron payed for his purchase the other three wondered the store, trying to get some ideas for Hermione.
Coming out of the book store empty handed, Blaise then dragged them into the jewelry store to get something he had seen a few weeks back, perfect for his Mya. As he talked to the wizard that owned the shop about engraving the pendent, thanking Merlin it was still there, the others looked into the glass display cases. Blaise walked the shop with Draco while the engraving was getting done. “What about that?” he asked pointing to a gold watch that was on display.
“Doesn’t she have one?” Draco asked.
“No,” Harry said coming up beside them, “Crookshanks had lost it a few months before she died.”
“Her cat is dead?” Draco asked, vaguely remembering the large orange cat she was always carrying around in her third year.
“I guess it ate some kind of muggle poison while Hermione was home a couple of summers ago,” Harry said looking down at the display case.
Draco looked to Blaise and grinned. “Is there a pet store around here?” he asked.
The shopkeeper came up to give Blaise the gift wrapped pendant. “Here you are. I am sure she will love it,” he grinned, “as for a pet store...there is a new shop that opened a few months ago that carries anything from snakes to owls, that is just a few blocks down. Can’t miss it.”
Blaise and Draco thanked the wizard then quickened their steps to the shop, now that Draco had an idea for a gift in mind. He entered first, followed by Blaise, Harry, and Ron, into a room filled with tanks and cages that had different animals and creatures in them. At the sound of the bell from the door, a dark haired young witch came up to them. “Hello, can I help you with anything?” she asked, smiling as she pet the snake that hung around her neck.
“Um...yes, I’m looking for a kitten..for a friend,” Draco said looking at the snake warily that seemed to reach out for him.
“And maybe an owl,” Harry spoke up suddenly as he reached out his hand to the snake, hissing at it in parseltongue.
“An owl?” Ron asked Harry, as he stepped back from the snake.
“She’s always using the school owls to send letters to her parents,” Harry replied as he let the snake slither up his arm. “Relax Ron, the snake isn’t poisonous,” he laughed.
“He’s right, the snake is a muggle snake that feeds mostly on insects and such. She’s quite friendly and a personal pet of mine,” she said smiling. “Now...the owls you may choose which one you like, while I show this gentleman the kittens.”
“Gentleman...who’s she kidding,” Ron muttered trying not to hold back his laughter.
“Shut it Weasel,” Draco warned, then turned his back to follow the sales witch.
“We just got this litter of metamorphfeles’s this morning,” she smiled opening the cage. “They look and act much like the muggle cats, but have a few extra abilities that they are able to do.”
Blaise and Draco reached in to pet the kittens, laughing as the furry heads either rubbed against their hands, or their fingers were playfully attacked with tiny claws. “How big do they get?” Blaise asked seeing the size of the paws that were bigger than the normal muggle kitten.
“About the size of a tiger cub when full grown,” she replied.
Draco was surprised when an unusual tabby kitten jumped into his arms. The back and head were mostly a grey and black tabby, but the stomach and forefront of it’s legs and chest had an orange tinge to the fur. The bottom of it’s paws and the tips of the tail and ears were black. What made it stand out were the bright lavender eyes that looked imploringly back at you. You couldn’t help but smile when it looked up at you. “What are the ‘extra’ abilities it can do that you mentioned earlier?” he asked as he began to pet the soft fur, hearing the soft purr come from the bundle in his arms.
“She is a unique feline and is quite rare in the wizarding world. They are unique because they can morph or change into any other kind of cat...to a small bobcat to the largest cat in the muggle world...a tiger. With it being still young, if she changes it would become the cub version of that particular cat. They are very intelligent and can understand and learn from us..and they have an extraordinary memory,” she said reaching over to rub the side of it’s face, “and that one you’re holding is a female,” she finished.
“Is she dangerous at all?” Blaise asked.
“She can be...if she was trained to. Many dark wizards have trained these animals to be very ferocious and were feared for quite a few years. Normally they have a very friendly disposition though,” she said.
“Alright then...we’ll take her,” Draco said holding up the bundle of fur and looking into the unusual eyes. “Now...how are we going to wrap you?” he asked softly.
The kitten started to squirm in his hands until Draco loosened his hold, then crawled into the open front of his jacket. “Well, I guess that answers your question,” Blaise laughed stroking the kitten under the chin.
The two of them met up with Harry and Ron at the counter. “Did you pick one out?” Ron asked not seeing the kitten.
Just then the kitten poked her head out of the jacket and squirmed out onto the counter. “She’ll love it,” Harry grinned as they watched the kitten approach the owl Harry had picked out.
The owl looked fairly close to Hedwig, Harry’s owl, except it had quite a bit of a light grey coloring mixed with the white. They all held their breath as the owl looked down at the kitten that was creeping up to it, then spread it’s wing as the kitten began to sniff the feathers. The guys sighed in relief when the owl reached down to nip the tip of the kitten’s ears and brush it away with his wing, for the kitten to take a swing at it playfully.
“How are you going to sneak the owl cage into the school?” Blaise asked.
“You can use that invisibility cloak of yours,” Draco suggested as he was petting the owls head while the kitten was still trying to play with the wings.
Harry and Draco paid for the animals and stepped out into the afternoon sun. “Accio invisibility cloak,” Harry said raising his wand towards the school. It took a few minutes for him to see his cloak flying through the air. He then whistled for Hedwig, his own owl, to almost immediately hear her screech as she came closer to the four of them. They all watched the snowy white owl fly gracefully overhead, her magnificent wings spread out as she slowly descended towards them to finally land onto Harry’s outstretched arm.
“Hello Hedwig,” Harry smiled petting the proud chest of the owl. “I need you to take this cage and owl to my room...without Hermione seeing it.”
“Do you really think it understands you Potter?” Draco sneered.
“Hedwig is a very smart owl...aren’t your girl?” Harry said affectionately to his first pet. Hedwig nipped Harry’s fingers showing she understood then waited for Harry to cover the cage with the invisibility cloak. She then flew on top of the cage, looking like she was sitting on nothing but air, then grasped the handle at the top of the cage with her strong talons, then slowly ascended into the air.
They watched it until she became a tiny speck in the air then decided to go to Honeyduke’s to pick up some sweets. Draco had to constantly nudge the kitten’s head back into his jacket with her smelling all the sweets in the shop. “I think I’ll head back,” Draco sighed, “this girl is trying to escape,” he laughed.
“I’ll go with you Drake,” Blaise said.
They said their goodbyes, then left the shop to go back to Hogwart’s. They had a bit of a close call when Hermione was heading their way to go to the small village. “Hey Mya,” Blaise grinned wrapping his arms around her waist to swing her around. “Happy birthday,” he added kissing her cheek.
“Thanks Blaise,” she laughed, then saw Draco’s retreating back almost to the gates of the school. “What’s with Draco?”
“He just remembered that he was supposed to meet Snape for something and needed to hurry back,” Blaise replied, the lie smoothly coming from his lips.
“Okay...he’s not in any kind of trouble is he?” she asked worriedly.
“No, just something about tutoring some of the younger years in our house I think,” he said, “where were you heading?”
“To get some butterbeers for tonight,” she smiled, “and now that you found me...you can help me.”
“And what would I get for helping a lady in need today?” he asked hugging her close.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out,” she said suggestively as she leaned in to press her lips to his neck.
“Okay...let’s go,” he said a little breathlessly as he stepped away from her. He grasped her hand in his and practically dragged her over to the Three Broomsticks to pick up the butterbeer.
After the two of them got back to Hermione’s rooms, their arms laden down with the shrunken bottles, Hermione pulled Blaise into her room. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked up at Blaise who was walking towards her. “Strip for me Blaise,” she instructed, a huge grin on her face.
“Excuse me?” he laughed.
“It’s my birthday, and I want to see a stripper,” she grinned, leaning back on her hands.
“No music,” he smirked smugly.
She walked over to her stereo that she spelled to work inside the walls of the school and started the CD. “Now you do,” she said cheekily as she sat back down on the bed.
Blaise kicked off his runners, then carefully placed his jacket on the chair making sure her gift wasn’t visible. He started to slowly sway his hips to the music while his hands glided over the front of his shirt, then down to palm the growing bulge in his jeans. He gave a small moan and pressed harder after seeing her eyes greedily watching where his hands traveled. “You know...I’d have more incentive to do this if I saw more of you,” he said, smiling sexily.
She grinned wickedly at him and stood up and quickly pulled the t-shirt over her head and slipped her jeans down her legs. “Don’t stop now Blaise,” she grinned as her hands went to her back to unclasp her bra.
As Blaise watched the last remaining piece of clothing slip down her legs, leaving her completely bare to his eyes, he felt his jeans tightening across his hips as his erection grew. He licked his lips as she sat on the bed again, leaning back on her hands, her breasts jutting out at him, then watched as her shapely legs crossed at her knees. He continued to sway to the music, his hips gyrating towards her while he undid each button in turn of his shirt. He slowly stepped closer to her as his hands slipped into the front of his open shirt to come up to his shoulders. He slid the one side down from his shoulder, letting it skim down to his biceps, then shrugged the other side down his arm until it hung to the elbows, his hands gliding over his stomach and chest, encouraged from the darkening gaze of her eyes.
Hermione sat still until he came closer, her eyes greedily taking in the muscled chest and abs. She reached out to touch, then sighed in disappointment when he stepped out of her reach, shaking his head at her.
He turned to his side as he finished taking off his shirt, then grinned devilishly as he threw it at her to land on her lap. She brought the shirt up to inhale his male scent she always loved, then slipped the shirt on, leaving the front undone, but open enough for him to just make out the soft swell of her breasts.
“Are you going to put the pants on too?” he grinned as he came closer to her, his hands going to the snap of his jeans.
“No,” she replied, then placed her hands on his legs, gliding them up his thighs to his moving hips. She leaned forward to press her lips to his stomach, her hand coming forward to press against his erection. “Do you know how much I want to taste you right now?” she huskily asked.
“Merlin...Mya,” he groaned as he slid his fingers into her hair when she dipped her tongue into his navel.
She came off the bed and kneeled in front of him as she nibbled the skin at his waist, her fingers helping him undo his pants. She pulled them down his legs, along with his boxers, until they pooled down at his feet. While he was kicking them away, he moaned as his cock was engulfed in her mouth, the muscles clenching in his thighs and stomach as he thrust into her mouth. Her hands went around the back of his legs, then moved up to his ass, pulling him closer as she deep throated his length.
“Gods....so...close,” he panted as he watched her lips move up and down his shaft. He reached down to grip the base of his cock, then pulled his hips back reluctantly for him to slip out of her mouth. He kneeled down in front of her, wrapping his one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He leaned in to latch his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, moaning into her mouth as her hands went between their bodies to stroke his erection.
It was then Hermione’s turn to moan when his hand went between her legs, sliding his fingers easily along her wet folds. She spread her legs more as he slipped two fingers deep inside her, stroking her inner walls with each thrust. She groaned when he slipped his fingers out of her, then gasped in surprise when his hands went around her bottom, lifting her up against him.
“I need you...now,” he panted as he leaned back on his heels, then lifted her hips until the tip of his erection was at her entrance. He thrust up into her heat until he was completely sheathed inside of her, his hands gripping onto her hips as he pulled her down, thrusting up hard into her.
Hermione’s body felt like liquid fire as she moved against him. She gripped his forearms, holding on tight as she leaned back, grinding, rocking backwards and forwards on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his hips as his thrusts quickened. “Nnnnhh....Blaise,” she moaned as the hot feeling built up in her lower abdomen, making it’s way lower and lower until it burst into a pulsing orgasm, leaving her body quivering and shuddering in the aftermath.
“Mya,” he cried out as he gripped her hips hard enough to leave his mark as he erupted inside of her. He pulled her upper body up to wrap his arms around her slick back, their chests heaving from their ragged breathing. He began to trail light kisses up her neck. “Happy birthday Mya,” he softly said by her ear.
“So far,” she replied, giving a shaky laugh as she hugged him close.
The two of them shared a shower together, each of them washing each other’s flushed skin, not missing an inch of familiar skin. By the time they finished, it was time for dinner. Hermione was just lacing up her runners when Blaise pulled her down on his lap. “I have something for you Mya,” he said, then handed her the brightly colored present.
“You didn’t have to Blaise,” she grinned looking down at the green papered present. “Your strip show was enough,” she added smartly, then leaned down to kiss his cheek.
“Prat,” he laughed, “just open it.”
She carefully unwrapped the ribbon, then the paper, to see a burgundy velvet box. She opened it slowly to see a dragon pendent in gold and silver. “It’s beautiful Blaise,” she said taking it gingerly from the velvet.
“I saw this a few weeks ago and thought it looked remarkably like the tattoo on your back,” he said reaching to her hands to flip the pendent over.
“Love always, Blaise,” she read. “Thank you,” she said wrapping her arms around his neck. “Love you too,” she whispered by his ear.
He kissed the side of her neck and pulled back. “We should probably go down to the Great Hall,” he sighed.
“Can you help me put this on?” she asked holding the chain up to him. He took the chain and clasped the back while she held up hair, then placed a tender kiss to the back of her neck.