A Werewolf\'s Love

Chapter 12

It was finally the weekend, something Hermione had been looking forward to. It was time to go to Hogsmeade and she was ready to spend the entire day with Draco, something she hadn’t been able to do since they got together. After their initial break from classes, the pair had been going back to catch up, but neither was putting forth much effort. They both had their minds on their incredibly high sexual desires. However, and it seemed so much like a conspiracy, Flitwick kept Draco in detention the entire week, preventing him from getting much alone time with Hermione. Hermione had other problems to deal with, ones that were starting to get under her skin.

Ever since both her new look and relationship with Draco began, Harry, Ron, and Ginny had been acting differently towards her. She didn’t understand why they were, especially Ginny, who was a good friend of hers. She just assumed that Ginny had used up most of her stock of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw boys and was now getting incredibly horny. Getting with the Hufflepuffs was harder, as they were all about following rules. However, Ginny usually managed to persuade them, so Hermione thought maybe Ginny had tried and failed to hook up with the Slytherins. But that didn’t explain Harry and Ron’s attitudes towards her. Well, Ron was overly jealous and borderline psychotic, so it didn’t really surprise her that he had issues with her relationship, but she didn’t think Harry would really care that much. But she soon realized she was wrong. Maybe he was just jealous because he couldn’t get anyone to go out with him, something Hermione found amusing. She had always thought he should get rid of the glasses, cut his hair, and go for a sexier, bad boy style of clothing. But because he continued to look like, well, a geek, she knew he wasn’t going to get any girls anytime soon.

When Hermione woke up the morning of the Hogsmeade visit, the first thing she noticed was that Ginny was carefully dressing for the day’s events. She wore a crotch-length skirt, tube top that barely covered her chest and was practically transparent, thigh-length velvet boots, and a new belly ring. Her hair was down and flowed down to her back, looking ready for sex. She wore white shadow on her eyes, lined with ebony black liner, thick purple mascara, and intense pepper red gloss on her lips. She wore hoops in her ears, larger than the ones Hermione owned, a white choker with the words “Sex Kitten” written across it, and a chain across her belly to draw attention there. When she caught Hermione’s eye, she threw her head back, as if to flaunt her body. Hermione smirked and began getting dressed as well, up for the challenge of topping Ginny.

When Hermione was finished dressing, Ginny cast her eyes up and down to compare their outfits. Hermione wore a fire red top that accentuated her busty chest and had the words “Hot Stuff” written across the chest, a thigh-length black leather skirt, complete with knee-length black leather boots with chains wrapped around the top. She too wore a new belly ring, but hers glittered more in the light to attract attention to her slim waist. Her long ebony locks were straight and flowed down to the waistband of her skirt. Her eyes were lined with ebony eyeliner, with matching mascara, and she wore flaming red shadow on both lids. Her luscious lips were once again cherry red and she wore large hoops in both ears and a leather choker across her throat, complete with silver skulls. Ginny, in the back of her mind, had to admit that Hermione was tying with her in beauty. However, Ginny felt that her sex appeal was stronger. Well, that theory was going to be put to the test.

Draco was waiting outside the Entrance Hall, watching for Hermione to come down. Suddenly, intense honey locked with startling silver and he smiled. Then he noticed Ginny, who was walking right next to Hermione and trying to catch Draco’s eye too. Blaise, who was walking towards the doors, stopped in his tracks at the sight of the girls in front of him. He wolf-whistled and clapped Draco on the back.

“Damn, how did you manage to hook up with that slice of tits?” Blaise asked in Draco’s ear, referring to Hermione. “And that piece of ass is eyeing you like a piece of meat.”

Draco blushed crimson. “Hermione is not a slice of tits and I haven’t hooked up with what you call a piece of ass.”

Blaise rolled his eyes. “Come on now, Draco, don’t turn into a prude. We’re the motherfucking kings of sex in Slytherin House and you damn well know it. Hell, we’re the motherfucking kings of sex in all of Hogwarts. Don’t wuss out on me now.” He nudged Draco and winked. “Do ’em both. If you do it at the same time, I’ll let you take the number one title of sex king.”

Draco laughed. “Whatever, man. I’ll see you later.”

Hermione stepped forward and kissed Draco long and slow, showing off in front of Ginny. Ginny, however, was completely unfazed. When they pulled apart, she winked at Draco and worked her body a little, giving him a lustful look.

“Hey, Draco,” Ginny said seductively, her hand sliding down his arm.

“Hey, watch the leather!” Draco warned gently. “This baby here cost about $50,000 and I don’t want it to get wrecked! I’ve already lost two of my jackets and I don’t intend on losing a third.”

At those words, Hermione felt her cheeks flush. She had taken his leather jackets as reminders of their encounters and sometimes wore them to bed or under her robes. But she was never going to tell him, as she didn’t want to lose his scent or his jacket. Ginny fluttered her eyelashes and laughed lustily.

“I understand,” Ginny reassured him, licking her lips. “I’ll see you later.”

Hermione resisted the urge to hex her as Ginny walked away, casting Draco one last look that didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. Draco shrugged it off, grabbed Hermione’s hand, and they walked towards Hogsmeade, ignoring Harry’s, Ron’s, Crabbe’s, and Goyle’s glares and Pansy’s renewed sobs. Blaise decided to go on ahead and was chatting it up with Ginny, who was looking happier than she had all week.

“So Mione, we haven’t had much time to talk lately,” Draco said, his eyes staring deeply into hers.

“I know. We’ve both been busy, so it’s no one’s fault. I’m just glad we have this time together,” Hermione replied with a smile. “Well, it’ll be good as long as that slut Ginny keeps her hands and eyes off of you.” Her smile faltered for a fraction of a moment.

Draco sighed. “Mione, you know I wouldn’t leave you for her. Let’s face the facts of life. Ginny Weasley is just a good time and that’s all there is to it. No guy will ever be serious with her because he’ll know he can score easy with the dumb bint. I bet you she’s probably gonna start fucking her brothers once she’s exhausted her stock of Hogwarts students and staff members.”

Hermione shuddered when he mentioned staff members. “Don’t remind me of those horrible rumors that I hope were bullshit.”

Draco smirked. “They weren’t.”

Hermione made a disgusted noise. “She’s just on a whole different level of sleaze than any other girl I’ve known in my life.”

“And that’s probably the main reason why Blaise is trying to get in her skirt,” Draco pointed out with a laugh.

“Does he fuck any girl that moves?” Hermione asked with a laugh.

“If she’s got the body, yeah,” Draco answered. “Sometimes he bags their faces so he doesn’t gag halfway through the process.”

“How many have you had?” Hermione asked curiously, her eyes locked on his.

Draco gulped. “Honestly? Well, I’ve had about twenty or so. You?”

Hermione, whose eyes had widened at that revelation, recovered and smiled shyly. “I’m still a virgin,” she admitted.

Draco almost tripped in shock. “Seriously? Damn, I thought Harry or Ron would’ve slept with you by now.”

Hermione, who had been laughing for a moment, suddenly stopped short and placed her hands on her hips. “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Draco’s eyes widened and he took a deep breath. “Well, what I meant to say is that I thought you liked them and, since you guys were pretty close, I figured you would’ve done it with one or both of them by now.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “I can’t believe you would think something like that!” she yelled.

Draco flapped his hands wildly to shush her. “Baby, don’t make a scene. Come on, let’s go inside the Three Broomsticks or something. Please?”

Hermione caved under his piercing silver gaze and smiled. “Ok, I will.”

They walked into the crowded pub, where Draco noticed Blaise and Ginny chatting it up. They picked out a table away from the other pair, keen to keep some distance between himself and Ginny, who had been eyeing him as her new prey. Hermione flicked her hair back and glanced around the pub, noticing all the guys that were staring openly at her chest, something that made her feel proud. Draco wasn’t as pleased, but realized that people were looking jealously at him, something that made him feel a hell of a lot better. He loved being envied by everyone around him.

“Draco, I need to go to the restroom,” Hermione announced, throwing her hair back behind her. “Will you go get us some food and butterbeers?”

“Of course,” Draco said. “Take your time, beautiful.” He pecked her softly on the cheek and smiled as she walked away, then walked to the counter.

Hermione was just at the bathroom door when she was suddenly grabbed from behind and dragged into the cellar under the bar.