Their Greatest Mistake

“Get out of my room, of my house! Just get out!” Draco cried unable to even look at her. How was it that he had not noticed who it was? He tried to remember the night before. What had happened?

“Gladly!” Hermione screamed back, and grabbed her clothes from their pile on the floor and hurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Draco sat on the bed, and put his head in his hands. What had happened? he willed himself to remember.

He was in the Hog’s Head, and saw a girl drowning shots of Firewhiskey at the bar. He remembered approaching her, and not being able to place a face. Apparently she had been crying, because her eyes were red, but they were a chocolate color, similar to that of her curly hair. She didn’t seem to place him either, but he knew that very few people would, seeing as since June he had grown three inches and had cut his hair so it was no longer the same length as his father’s.

Quickly he reached into a cupboard and pulled out a vial of Hangover potion, noting at the same time that “Old Family Secret,” an extremely potent brand of alcohol he had been saving for a special occasion, was gone. “Shite!” he cried, and suddenly it all made sense. Drowning the potion in one gulp, he let his body get used to the feeling, and let the memories wash over him.

“And what exactly are we celebrating?” she giggled, clearly already drunk, as he handed her the alcohol. She was straddling his lap, as she had just finished giving him a lap dance and a hand job at the same time. He was very naked, and had already received two hand jobs and two blow jobs from her talented body before the lap dance. While she was not naked, she was hardly in her original clothed state: her skirt was hiked up far too high, her white button up shirt was tied in a knot directly underneath her breasts, and the first four buttons were undone, giving him a very good look at her cleavage and lace bra.

He squeezed each breast, and she pressed herself even more to him, so his throbbing erection was touching her soaked panties. “Well,” he drawled, “we can celebrate a variety of things. With one sip, we’ll celebrate your amazing tongue. With the next, your fabulous hands. A third will be for the lap dance. Finally, one each for these gorgeous things,” he squeezed each breast again.

She pouted, causing his erection to throb painfully against her. “I think I should try to deserve each of those, don’t you?” she asked playfully. Before he could stop her, she had climbed off of him and had taken his pulsing cock into her mouth.

Not wanting to cum while she was still in the bathroom, Draco moved past the memory of the blow job, although it had been very good, and watched what she did next.

She proceeded to slowly strip her clothing off, languishing attention on her nipples, which were erect through the lace of her bra, and had been about to masturbate for him when Draco watched himself fly out of the chair and on top of her, slipping three fingers inside her and pumping them, sliding in and out, in and out, until she came. “I just wanted some of that action,” he drawled, adding, “and couldn’t bear it any longer if I wasn’t inside you in some way.”

Now Hermione, although Draco only knew who it was from discovering it that morning, was completely naked except for her bra. He watched himself help her off of the floor and pull her in for a passionate kiss, ending with Hermione pushing him onto the bed.

But instead of fucking him, like he expected, she proceeded to give him another lap dance during which he unhooked her bra. The lap dance quickly escaladed to Draco sucking on one breast while squeezing the other and Hermione guided his cock inside of her.

As soon as he realized that he was inside of her, Draco stopped his ministrations, and drawled, “You know, we really should drink to you, now, or else I’m going to fuck you before I’m half as drunk as you are.”

She giggled, and climbed off of him. Watching Hermione Granger giggle was an entirely new experience, an odd one at that, and Draco watched as they each drowned five shots of the liquor. Immediately once the liquor was in their systems, he picked Hermione up and threw her on the bed, before fucking her like crazy.

As much as Draco wanted to watch the porn that was playing inside of his head, he knew that it was necessary for the memories to finish playing before Hermione ended whatever sort of cleansing ritual she was doing. He skipped through the multiple rounds of sex, marveling occasionally at the positions the two of them were able to get into.

Eventually, the drunken couple lay laughing hysterically on the bed at, apparently, nothing, and then Draco said, between laughs, “We should do this all the time, like every day!”

Hermione agreed with him, and looked pensively at the bed hangings for a moment. “But there’s only one way we can do that,” she sighed, and began to play with the curls of her hair.

Draco sat up bolt upright in the bed, looking intently at her. “How?” he asked curiously, not sounding at all like himself.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and giggled again. “By getting married, silly! That’s the only way we can fuck all day long, if we’re married!” Draco paled instantly at the reaction his memory-self was having – he was insisting that they go through with it with an old fashioned elopement right there and then. And not the Muggle way, either, but the magical, binding way, so they would be entitled to have sex with each other all the time.

He watched in horror as the couple got off of the bed, put on some clothes (Hermione wore only one of Draco’s dress shirts and a belt around the waist, making it look like a dress). They began to snog again as they worked their way out of the room, and Draco left his memory immediately.

He knew what had happened. They had immediately sought after the closest Wizengamot Warlock, which happened to be Albus Dumbledore, who lived down the road from Malfoy Manor, and was probably the only wizard in Britain who would actually marry a drunk Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy.

Back in his room in the manor, and in present time, Draco looked down at his left hand. There, on the third finger, was a thick, platinum band with the words “Simul Semper” engraved in cursive.

Draco groaned at his own stupidity, and a scream from the bathroom told him that Hermione had discovered her ring, too.

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EDIT: the words on the rign translate to mean "together always"

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Suzz