Just Pretend

Hermione had never been to a party like this before. It was....interesting, for lack of a better word. Hermione thought she saw a girl with a guy's hand up her dress but she was wrong. It was the guy behind her with the hand up her dress...not the one who had his tongue down her throat. Wow. She giggled as she looked away.

She was a bit tipsy. She had been laughing and carrying on with Jennifer. Harry had asked her to meet him outside because he wanted to show her something. That was fine by her--some fresh air seemed like a good idea right now. She told Blaise to tell Draco that she would be right back.

As Hermione stepped outside, Harry had just finished pulling his car around by the door. "Go on, get in," Harry said, getting in the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked.

"It's a surprise. I can't tell you. Yet." Harry replied with an air of confidence he didn't usually have.

Hermione didn't question him anymore about where they were going. She secretly hoped that they weren't going to be too long. She was actually beginning to enjoy the party and most importantly, she wanted to be with Draco.

Hermione was lost in her thoughts until Harry came around the car and opened her door for her. Hermione got out of the car and looked at her surroundings.

They were in the forest. The stars were beautiful--but it was freezing cold. What in Merlin's name were they doing out here?

Before Hermione could ask him, she found herself pressed against the car by Harry's body. He started leaving hungry kisses on her neck. "Harry? Are you all right? Harry. What are you --" He crushed his lips on hers.

She could only taste the firewhiskey on him. He was drunk. The drunk bastard! He thought they were going to snog? Had he mistaken her for Ginny? Ha! She was going to sober him up real quick.

"Harry, stop this at once. I'm not Ginny and you're too plastered to tell the difference," Hermione said angrily, as she attempted to push him off of her. Nope. Too heavy.

"I know who you are. You're Hermione Granger. The witch I've wanted since Hogwarts. I let Ron think he was good enough for you. I sat aside and watched him destroy your heart and soul. Well, I'm not waiting anymore." Hermione was dumbstruck.

Harry had lost his bloody mind. He had gone completely mental. "Harry, stop. I don't want this and you --" Harry struck her. Her best friend Harry struck her across the face.

He pinned her against the car now. "You're wrong, love. I do want this. I want this more then you know. How could you pick Malfoy? Why did you turn against us? You stupid bint. You don't really love Draco. Have you even told him those words yet?"

Harry put the tip of his wand on the top of her dress and muttered a spell. It ripped all the way down and what was left fell in pieces on the ground. Hermione screamed. Harry slapped her again.

"Scream again and I'll use a silencing spell on you," He threatened. Hermione was scared and tried to gather her wits about her. Even if she did scream, who would hear her? No one.

"Please don't do this, Harry. I'm your friend," Hermione tried to reason with him softly, not wanting to get smacked again. Harry ignored her and pushed her bra up. He bent his head down to suck on her nipples. He swirled his tongue around the soft bead.

Hermione whimpered. "Please stop this." Tears began to well up in her eyes. He ignored her. He let his hand travel down her stomach, and slipped his hand into her panties. Her little whimpers were only turning him on more.

Hermione went to knee him in the groin but his quick seeker reflexes responded. Harry grabbed her and turned her around, smashing her face against the passenger's window. "I was going to be nice. I was going to make sure you were wet. I was going to fuck your nice wet cunt. But you ruined it."

"Please stop! I won't tell anyone. Please, Harry!" Hermione cried. He was going to rape her. Harry Potter was going to rape her. No one was coming for her. They didn't know where she was, hell, she didn't know where she was. Hermione cried out when Harry reached around and pinched her nipple. Hard.

He bent her over the hood of the car and roughly ripped off her panties. "Let's see you try to knee anything when I'm through with you." Harry quickly let his throbbing cock spring free. He roughly grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them far apart. As soon as Hermione felt the head of his dick press against her tight puckered hole, she passed out.

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Jennifer was too drunk for her own good. She was dancing and twirling with some girls who then swung her too fast and she puked on herself.

Blaise sighed. He hadn't thought to bring his wand. But Draco had his. Speaking of Draco...where in Merlin's name was he?

Blaise brought Jennifer back to her room and took her into the bathroom. He stripped her of the dress, careful not to get any puke on him.

She was sitting on the edge of the tub in just her bra and panties, mumbling to herself. Blaise decided Spitt could have the dress cleaned in the morning.

He grabbed a toothbrush and prayed that it was her's. Even if it was Hermione's, they're cousins, not strangers. He shrugged and walked over to the tub and sat beside her.

"Open your mouth wide for me," Blaise instructed her, as though he were speaking to a child.

Jennifer opened her mouth obediently. She studied him. He was brushing her teeth. He was so focused like it was really important to him. "Where is your shirt?" Jennifer asked when he finally told her she could spit.

You're wearing it, love." Blaise explained, letting her rinse out her mouth with water. Then he rinsed out the tub where she had spit the toothpaste out.

She smiled. "You're absolutely amazing without it you know."

Blaise was shocked at first but then he grinned. "You're only nice to me when you're drunk. You're less stubborn that way, too."

"You're always so amazing," Jennifer whispered, reaching out to slightly brush his arm. "Blaise, I want you to kiss me."

Blaise fell in the tub. Now he was wet from where he had washed out the tub.

"Blaise! Are you ok?" Jennifer got off the rim of the tub and stared at Blaise.

"Yes, yes, I'm alright."

He got out of the tub and as soon as he did, Jennifer leaned on him for support. He scooped her up and carried to her bed. He was going to leave before she sobered up.

"Stay with me." Jennifer softly pleaded from where she sat on the bed. How in the sodding world was he supposed to tell her no? There was no way. He went to sit in the chair beside her bed.

"I want you to lay with me, Blaise," Jennifer whimpered when she saw him head for the chair.

He did. He laid in bed next to her. She climbed under the covers for warmth and cuddled up next to Blaise. Blaise wrapped his arms around her protectively.

"Jennifer?" Blaise asked softly.

"Mmhhm?" She asked, getting as close to him as humanly possible. Blaise liked this side of her.

"Why do you hate guys so much?" Blaise asked. Jennifer didn't seem bothered by the question. She acted as if he was just inquiring about her day.

"I don't hate all guys. Just the ones I like. As for Draco. Hermione is like a sick puppy, I can't help but be protective."

She liked him? That is why she hates him? "Why?" he asked, softer then before. He felt her tense up now. He was going to tell her that is was ok and she didn't have to tell him. But she beat him to the punch.

"My father claimed to love me and my mother. She loved him even when they were in high school. One day they got into this huge fight. Mom found out about the other woman he had been cheating on her with. Then he just left. Gone. He took everything that was his with him. There was no trace of him in the house. I watched each day as the love they once shared slowly destroyed her. She had gotten really, really drunk one night. I heard her crying," Jennifer choked on a sob. Blaise didn't say anything just held her tight and protective.

"I went into her room. She was a mess. She asked me to take her pain away. She asked me to kill her. My mother would rather die then feel the pain. My mother asked her daughter to kill her." Jennifer angrily wiped the tears away.

"I don't want to go through what she did. I'm not going to put myself through that." Jennifer declared. Blaise was so fucking shocked that nothing else she could say would surprise him.

"Jennifer, listen to me. I'm so sorry that happened to your mom. But just because that happened to her, doesn't mean that would happen to you. I understand you just want to protect yourself but you can't give up love cause of what happened with your mum and dad." Blaise spoke softly to her.

Then he leaned over and lowered his mouth onto Jennifer's. Jennifer moaned at his touch. She was yearning for this, for his touch, for his love. The love she wanted so badly. His tongue caressed hers briefly.

Jennifer's heart was pounding so fast and so loudly, she was sure Blaise could hear it. He pulled her into his lap. Her hands traveled from his chest, to his shoulders, to his shoulder blades, digging her nails into his back.

Blaise deepened the kiss. Jennifer's mind swirled at what his tongue what doing. After what felt like an eternity, he broke the kiss. Breathlessly her told her that she needed to rest.

"You'll stay with me?" She asked, in a voice he couldn't refuse.

"Yes. Rest, cara."