WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Chapter Two


It was several weeks later that Draco sat in the Slytherin common room, waiting for Blaise to make his appearance after curfew. He had tried to stay up, but found after reading the same paragraph over about ten times, he gave up and laid back on the couch, soon drifting off to sleep.


Hermione sat across from him, the lust mirrored in her eyes as she looked at him. She slowly slid down off the chair onto her hands and knees, then started to crawl seductively over to him, the two of them oblivious to the others in the compartment of the train. She kneeled between his legs and placed her hands on his thighs, sliding them up to his hips, then up his shirt to his bare skin. He looked into her eyes as she slid the shirt higher up his chest. He gripped the hem of the shirt and pulled it over his head, where she immediately began to lick and nibble his chest, coming closer and closer to his nipple. She began to swirl her tongue around the nub as she pressed her breasts against his erection.

“Hermione,” he moaned as his fingers tangled into her hair, her lips and teeth more aggressive on his chest, as he bucked his hips up into the fullness of her breasts.

Her mouth moved lower down his chest to his firm stomach while her hands worked at the zipper of his jeans, opening them further as her lips trailed lower. Her hands went around his lower back where she slipped them in the waist of the jeans to then pull then down his hips. He lifted his hips to help, then moaned as she engulfed his cock in her mouth. His head went back as her lips moved up and down his length, her mouth warm, her tongue dancing on the hardened flesh. He felt her slip the jeans down his legs then pulled them right off. He spread his legs more to accommodate her body between them as her warm hands went to the base of his erection to massage his balls. He looked down and almost came right then when his eyes connected with hers, then watched as she took him deeper and deeper in her mouth.

“Stop...Hermione...oh gods,” he groaned at the same time his hand pushed her down further to take him deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

She pulled back and looked up as her hand went around his cock. “You really want me to stop Draco?” she asked flicking her tongue against the tip of him.

“No...but I want to bury myself in you. I want you,” he replied huskily as he pulled her up.

She straddled his thighs and guided his hand between her legs under the short grey pleated skirt. He moaned as his fingers found no resistance of fabric, sliding easily against her moist folds, then slipped two fingers inside of her as he watched her face. “Yesss.....” she moaned as she rocked her hips against his hand.

He pulled his hand away from her heat and gripped the side of her hip to bring her closer. He reached between them to position his cock at her entrance, then thrust up at the same time she lowered herself down on him. His hands went to the buttons of her shirt and shakily undid them one by one as his lips moved along her heated skin, thanking Merlin that she was braless as his mouth went over her nipple. Their rhythm quickened as their breaths grew more ragged, Hermione riding him fast and hard. “Oh gods....Draco....” she moaned, her head thrown back, her hands gripping his shoulders as she ground against him. “Draco......”

“Draco! Draco! Wake up.”


Draco groggily opened his eyes to see Blaise smirking down at him. ‘Fuck...another dream about her,’ he thought to himself as he sat upright to hide his erection. In a way he was thankful he was roused from his dream or he would have had a very noticeable wet spot where he would have came. “What time is it?” he asked.

“Almost midnight,” Blaise replied sitting down beside Draco. “Good dream?” he smirked knowingly.

Draco sat back on the couch, then looked tiredly to Blaise. “Where were you?”

“What are you still doing up Drake?”

“Waiting for you,” Draco grinned.

“I’m touched Drake...really touched,” Blaise replied, dramatically placing his hand over his heart.

“You are touched all right...in the bloody head,” Draco answered but couldn’t help but smile at his friends antics. “I’ve been waiting for you because I am curious to know where you go. You go missing a couple times a week where no one can find you, and you come in looking thoroughly shagged.”

“And?”

“And where have you been?”

“Around,” Blaise grinned shrugging his shoulders.

“Guy or girl?” Draco asked.

“Excuse me?” Blaise asked smirking.

“I know you go both ways Blaise....who’s your latest?”

“It’s a girl.”

“What house?”

“Not ours,” Blaise replied. “Now...I’m off to bed. Been a....tiring night,” he smirked. He got up and then and went to his rooms, leaving Draco sitting there even more curious to find out who this mystery girl was.



Draco got up the following morning on a mission......to find out who Blaise’s mystery girl was. He stuck close to Blaise for most of the day, watching who he talked or joked around with. He never realized how many people Blaise had befriended recently, and from all of the houses. He was quite surprised when the two of them walked into the library and Blaise dragged him over to the far table where the ‘golden trio’ of Gryffindor sat. Blaise had squeezed in between Granger and the Weaslette, then took out his parchment and quill.

“You going to have a seat there Malfoy?” Harry asked, a small smile on his face.

Draco didn’t reply, but glared at Harry as he sat down beside him taking out his own books, listening to the endless chatter of those around him. ‘How do they ever get their work done,’ he thought to himself trying to drone out their talking and laughing.

When the subject of quidditch came up, his attention was caught. “So Harry, you going to accept the offer for the Ballycastle Bats Quidditch team and try out for the seeker position?” Ron asked.

“They want you Potter?” Draco sneered, looking beside him.

“Looks that way,” Harry grinned.

“Well, you’d probably make the team if you did try out for it,” Draco smirked.

Everyone had looked to Draco in surprise. “Was that a compliment Malfoy?” Harry asked putting his arm around the blonde’s shoulders.

Draco shrugged the arm off and grinned. “Suppose in an off hand way it was,” he replied, “but I wouldn’t get used to it.”

Ron had been laughing at Draco as he picked up a nearby book. “Uh....Ron!” Hermione cried out as she reached for the book.

He looked at her as he opened the book, then looked around the table as everyone was laughing..... at him. “What? What’s so funny?” he asked looking around the table.

“That is priceless,” Draco laughed.

“Good color on you,” Harry added.

“What in the bloody hell are you two talking about?” Ron glared.

Ginny transformed one of the quills to a mirror and handed it over to her brother, trying to hold back her laughter. “It’s really worthy of a Weasley actually,” she grinned.

Ron picked up the mirror and looked at his reflection. “Bloody hell! How in Merlin did this happen?” he shrieked as he ran his fingers through his once red hair that was now ...purple.

Hermione took the book he had been holding. “This is my journal Ron. Whoever opens it besides me, gets their hair turned purple. I found the spell in an old wizards joke book during the summer,” she grinned.

“You should let Fred and George in on that,” Harry suggested, grinning at Ron.

“How long does it last?” Ron asked, “and I didn’t see any writing in that book.”

“It’s spelled so only my eyes can read it,” Hermione replied putting the journal in her bag.

“Well spell the purple hair away,” Ron said. “I can’t go to classes like this...and you never did answer my question. How long does it last?”

“Don’t know. That page was missing from the book,” Hermione replied shrugging her one shoulder.

“You know it’s not that bad of a look on you Ron,” Ginny giggled.

“What?!” Ron cried out as he looked to his sister, then calmed down when Madame Pince, the librarian shushed him. “Find a way Hermione,” he said then stalked off out of the library.

Once he left, the remainder of them burst out in laughter. “How long does it really last ‘Mione?” Harry asked.

“Thirty days,” she replied.

“I kind of like it,” Luna Lovegood said dreamily, then place her wand at her head and turned her own blonde hair to a bright purple, then left the library.

“What a flake,” Draco said shaking his head still laughing.

“Yeah, she is, but she knows her hexes. So don’t mess with her,” Harry smirked.

“Well, I’m heading back to the dorm,” Draco said still grinning. “You coming Blaise?”

“Yeah, in a few. Hermione is going to help me figure something out for the Runes class,” Blaise answered.

“Okay then, see you later,” Draco replied after looking to Hermione and Ginny. ‘Could it be one of them?’ he thought to himself as he started down the stairs. Although Ginny was cute in her cutesy way, Granger was the sexier out of the two. ‘Whoa...Granger sexy...I did not just think that,’ he thought, then shook his head denying the obvious attraction he was starting to feel for Hermione, getting hard again thinking of his dream from the night before.

“Now that my purple headed brother is gone, I have a new prank from my brothers,” Ginny spoke up, looking around to Harry, Hermione and Blaise. She brought out a clear plastic bag and plopped it onto the table in front of them.

“Looks like Bertie Bott’s beans,” Harry said looking at them.

“Yeah, they do...but trust me, they’re different,” Ginny grinned. “Try the red ones first.”

Blaise picked up the jelly bean, then looked to Ginny. “You first,” he said cautiously.

“Don’t you trust me,” she asked impishly, sighing dramatically.

“No!” Hermione and Harry chorused.

“Fine. I’ll take one too,” Ginny said and put one in her mouth, chewing on the sweet flavored bean. “Mmm...good,” she said squirming in her seat then looked to the other three, waiting for their reaction after they popped one in their mouths.

“Holy fuck!” Harry moaned, closing his eyes as the feeling of tiny tongues were licking the length of his cock.

Hermione noticed the cherry flavor first then closed her eyes and squeezed her legs together, enjoying the sensation of a tongue flicking against her clit. She opened them after about five minutes and looked to the flushed faces around her. “Wow! I like those,” she grinned then reached for another.

“The sensation lasts longer if you suck on them instead of chewing,” Ginny stated.

“How come you didn’t want Ron to know about those?” Harry asked reaching out for another red bean.

“Because,” Ginny slapped Harry’s hand away, “my brother can be a prude sometimes....and isn’t blessed with the same sense of humor as myself and the twins.”

“Perfect to prank with these,” Hermione grinned. “What do the other colors do?”

“The blue one feels like someone’s licking your nipples; orange is like someone sucking on the nipples; and green is like someone is nibbling on them,” Ginny recited from memory.

“You’ve tried them all,” Blaise smirked.

“Yeah,” she smiled. “The other colors feel like someone using their mouths on different parts of your body, except the darker ones there...they’re a little more intense. Feels like someone’s inside of you,” Ginny replied.

“What about the white ones?” Blaise asked picking one up.

“Try it,” Ginny urged.

He looked at the jelly bean, then to the others. “Aren’t you going to try it?” he asked.

“You first,” Ginny said. “We will after you.”

Blaise put it into his mouth. “Mmm....peppermint...don’t feel....” he started to say then turned to Hermione, putting his hand behind her neck to pull her in for a kiss. At Hermione’s startled gasp, her mouth opened for Blaise to delve his tongue between her lips. Hermione groaned and put her arms around his neck, her fingers going into his hair as the kiss deepened.

“I knew it!” Ginny exclaimed triumphantly, looking at the two as they came up for air.

Hermione looked over to Ginny who had a huge grin plastered on her face. “Knew what?” she asked looking to Harry, then to Blaise who was gazing at her mouth.

“Knew he was the one you’ve been sneaking away with,” Ginny smirked.

“You can’t say anything yet Gin,” Hermione said giving Blaise a brief kiss to his cheek as they pulled apart.

“I won’t,” Ginny replied.

“It was weird. It didn’t do anything at first, then I felt all warm. I looked to Hermione and wanted to kiss her,” Blaise said turning around again.

“It makes you want to kiss the person you desire the most,” Ginny stated.

“What if you desire more than one person?” Hermione asked, then grinned when Blaise looked at her, his brow raised questionably.

“If the person...or person’s are in the room, you will kiss them both,” Ginny answered.

“How long does the urge last,” Harry asked.

“About ten to fifteen minutes, or until you kiss your heart’s desire,” Ginny replied.

Hermione looked to Harry who seemed to be deep in thought. “What are you thinking Harry?” she asked seeing the mischief in his eyes.

“Just wondering if Dobby would help with something,” Harry smirked.

“That house elf that worships the ground you walk on?” Blaise asked.

“That would be the one,” Harry grinned. “Ever since I freed him from the Malfoy’s, he’s been there for me.”

“Come on then Harry, if it’s a prank, you have to tell us,” Blaise said leaning forward eagerly.

Harry then leaned over more as did the other three pranksters and went over his plan. “Should we let Dumbledore know?” Hermione asked.

“No. I think we should include the professor’s in the prank,” Blaise grinned.

“What if they found out?” Hermione asked worriedly.

“How could they? Dobby won’t say anything, and Dumbledore will probably get a good laugh out of it,” Harry smiled.

The four of them then went to Hermione’s rooms where they contacted Fred and George through the floo network, and talked to Dobby who swore on his mismatched singing socks he wouldn’t tell anyone.


The next day Ginny snuck down to the Hogwart’s gates in Harry’s invisibility cloak to meet Fred and George to pick up more of the jelly beans. “Can we be there for it Gin?” George asked.

“We can say we’re dropping off something for mum,” Fred said.

“It will be....” George started.

“Like old times,” Fred finished.

“Alright,” Ginny laughed. “Tomorrow at dinner then.”

After they both apparated away, Ginny able to still hear their laughter as they disappeared, she donned the cloak again to make her way back to the school. Unbeknownst to the red headed Gryffindor there was a pair of blue eyes following her from a upper floor window, his eyes twinkling merrily behind his half moon spectacles.

tbc