Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione’s Final Year
Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: Say it with me…I don’t own it, just being naughty.
Rating: N17
AN: Thanks to Trins for the Dare idea.
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The hat sang a long and surprisingly beautiful song about love being the most powerful magic of all, including a verse for each house and how love had enriched them. The names of the first-year students were called and they were each sorted into their houses.

Draco and Hermione stood together out in the hall waiting to be announced as Head boy and girl. The teenage boy had transfigured his hair so that it was now Black and shoulder length. His robe, once green and black was now just black and billowed loosely around his tall lithe frame.

“He’s going to kill me.” Draco snipped as he glared at the woman beside him.

“No he won’t, you know Dumbledore will never allow a teacher to harm a student.” Hermione patted his shoulder in a way that was meant to be patronising.

“Oh well, now I feel much better.” He snarked and sneered at her in a very Snape like manner.

“Very good Professor. You are truly your Godfather’s son.”

Draco grinned wickedly and leaned towards her but before he could say anything the voice of Albus Dumbledore announced Hermione as Head girl. Hermione patted Draco on the head and dogged his playful slap as she bounded out into the main dining area.

The applause was deafening and Hermione grinned broadly and waved as she walked briskly through the dining room, between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. She laughed as she saw and heard Harry and Ginny hooting and calling out to her, as well as Luna and Ron.

Finally she reached the Professor’s table and smiled brightly at the line of her teachers. She curtsied daintily before turning to join her fellow Gryffindors.

“Miss Granger.” The voice of Dumbledore made her turn again.

“Yes Professor.” She smiled at the kind old man who had become very much like a grandfather to them all.

“I hear that an old tradition is being upheld this year.” He spoke seriously, but she sensed no anger. At her look of confusion, he waved his hand towards Professor Lupin, who wore a slightly guilty smile.

For a moment she was still confused until she remembered that Professor Lupin had once been Head boy. Hermione immediately understood. Remus sent her a wink that clearly stated that he “had her back”, so to speak, and she had to fight against the need to throw her arms around him and hug the man who always seemed to “Have her back”

“Yes professor.” She answered after a moment and shrugged, suddenly feeling unsure of how to behave.

Dumbledore nodded, “And may I assume that the same rules and restrictions apply?”

“Of course sir.” Hermione answered.

“Well then with two such honed minds, I will be expecting a very interesting year indeed.” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled and his smile was warm.

Hermione turned to go to her seat while Dumbledore announced Draco as the head boy. She suddenly remembered her dare. “Oh no.” she thought and her eyes widened as she watched in horror as Draco Malfoy, clearly dressed as Severus Snape strode confidently through the dining room till he reached the professors table, at which point he took a flamboyant bow and made sure to sneer at each of the occupants.

As quiet as possible, careful not to make any sudden moves. Hermione moved back towards the Gryffindor table, but was halted by a loud, deep voice.

“Miss Granger.”

Hermione turned and her eyes immediately fell on Professor Snape, she made to apologize but then noticed that he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at Draco. At length she turned her attention to the younger man and was shocked to see him sneering at her. Oh dear.

“Ah, I see the Gryffindor Golden girl has finally woken up.” Draco spoke slowly, pronouncing each word perfectly, his voice almost magically deeper.

She felt her breath come faster and had to clench her fists to stop herself from trembling. He strutted towards her and began to slowly circle as she watched, having to turn her head to follow. How many times had she dreamt such a scenario only to wake frustrated and wet? Only this wasn’t her feared/desired Potions Master, this was Draco. She repeated this over and over in her head hoping that it would calm her breathing. It didn’t work.

“I would have thought that such an insufferable know-it-all would have more to say for herself in way of an explanation for this despicable spectacle.” He stopped in front of her and sneered.

“Draco,” Hermione hissed, “This was not part of the dare.”

“But, Miss Granger,” He leaned closer so only she could hear, “I believe this is very much a part of the kink.”

He began to circle her again, his eyes roving over her knee length school skirt, white blouse and tie. Unconsciously she pulled her robe closed and tighter around her. She saw Sirius move to stand then Remus grab his hand and shake his head. Albus watched with interest and so, surprisingly, did Snape.

Draco stopped at her back and snaked his arm around her waist. Hermione found herself leaning back against him and swore inwardly at her weakness. He pulled her hair back and to the side then moved his mouth so it was close beside her ear. She could feel his hot breath on the side of her face and trembled in response.

His voice was deep and audible as he spoke. “Miss Granger, turn to page 394.”

Her breath caught and she felt her body tighten and respond to his words, as they always did when she was thinking them alone.

Remus suddenly laughed and slapped the table while Sirius looked at him, obviously confused. She heard him say, “I don’t get it.” and watched Remus shake his head and whisper that he’d explain it all later. She saw Snape’s eyes on her, a single eyebrow raised. He didn’t seem angry but there was a different look in his dark eyes, almost predatory and she shuddered in response.

The sound of someone clearing their throat drew her attention back to Draco, who was now standing in front of her. His hair was platinum white and cut jaggedly at his shoulders, his robe was once again the expensive looking Green and Black he usually wore. A wicked grin touched his eyes and mouth.

“Dare complete.” Draco said with his head tipped slightly to the side.

“You just had to do it, didn’t you?” Hermione said, shaking her head.

“You know it, Sweet Lips.”

Hermione stepped closer and spoke to him quietly. “I want to make a new condition.”

“Fire away.” He said in the same volume.

“Two dares a week, we’ll meet Sunday and exchange them.” She said and watched as he thought about her suggestion.

“Fine.” he said and grinned again at her look of surprise. “But you have to go to the Yule Ball with me.”

“What? Why?”

Draco let his eyes run down over her body then back to her eyes. “Is that a trick question, Granger?”

Hermione felt her cheeks flush. She gritted her teeth and growled at him. “Whatever.” Then turned her back on him and joined her friends at the Gryffindor table, leaving Draco looking after her.

He shook his head and laughed. “She is adorable when she’s angry.”

*~*~*

Dinner went smoothly, aside from the constant teasing from Harry and Ron. Hermione insisted that she had no idea what ridiculous game Draco was playing, but insisted that he was just making a scene for the fun of it. She made a spoilt brat joke and that seemed to pacify them.

They chatted and laughed and enjoyed the scrumptious meal that just seemed to keep coming. Ginny pulled her into a conversation about the Yule Ball and as she described her perfect dress Hermione felt herself phase out. Was she really going to go to the Ball with Draco? No choice, she supposed and smiled as she realized that the Hogwarts year had just started and she already had a date to the Ball.

“Hermione?”

At the sound of her name she looked back up at Ginny and smiled. “I’m sorry Gin, I think I phased out a bit there.” She rolled her eyes, “Long day.”

Ginny laughed, “That’s alright, Harry filled me in earlier.” She threw Hermione a cheeky grin. “Did you really say that about Snape?”

“Oh GOD!” Hermione dropped her head to the table. “Don’t remind me.”

She felt Ginny’s arm around her and sat up and leaned her head on her friend’s shoulder.

“I’m going to tape my mouth shut.” Hermione moaned and felt Ginny laugh.

They sat like that for a while and Ginny stroked her hair, telling her that Snape had probably forgotten all about the episode already. Hermione thanked her warmly and went back to eating. What would she do without her closest female friend?

After a bit Ginny looked up and giggled, “Hey, he didn’t waste any time.” She nudged Hermione and directed her attention to the Professor’s table.

Hermione looked up and saw Sirius chatting closely with the new charms teacher, Miss Raisier. She was pretty with that long, curly blond hair and wide eyes, and he was really pouring on the Black charm as he chose his moments to touch her hand, throw her his best flirtatious smile, or lean against her slightly.

Hermione felt herself laughing as she watched the show that she had seen so many times before. For a moment her eyes strayed to Remus who’s eyes sparkled with equal amusement. They rolled their eyes at each other and grinned.

Hermione turned back to Ginny, “Does he ever waste time when it comes to a conquest?”

They laughed together and looked back to see Sirius topping up Miss Raisier’s glass.

Ginny leaned closer and spoke quietly into Hermione’s ear. “5 sickels says she’s his by the end of the week.”

Hermione watched the two closely and took a moment to take in Miss Raisier’s responses to Sirius’ moves. “No. 5 sickles she’s in his bed by tonight.”

Ginny slapped her arm and they laughed again. “You’re evil.”

“I’m serious, 5 sickles says that tomorrow morning she’s wearing an “Oh dear God!” expression and he looks smug.” She looked back at Ginny and grinned.

Ginny looked up at the couple then back to Hermione. “You’re on.”

~*~*~

After dinner, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny had tea in her personal Head girl room before turning in to bed. Hermione shook her head and smiled, it had been some day. She pulled the sheets back on her bed and climbed in, pulling the covers over herself.

Laying on her back, her mind wandered over the events of the day finally settling on her experience with Sirius on the train. It had been fast and frantic, and they’d barely undressed, but damn it had been good. Miss Raisier didn’t stand a chance against a man like him. He exuded sexuality and the promises of pleasure that she knew he could provide tenfold, but also promises of love that he could not.

By now Miss Raisier would be laying back on her own bed and Sirius would probably be sitting beside her, looking into her eyes with that wolfish grin.

Hermione pulled her night gown over her head and threw it to the floor, then lay back and let her fingers drift over her body, between her breasts, her thumb caressed the underside of one while her fingers stroked over the quickly hardening nipple.

He would unbutton her blouse slowly, one button at a time, his eyes glued to hers. He’d kiss a hot, wet trail across her stomach and waist, making her tremble and sigh.

Hermione ran her fingers over her own stomach and waist, it wasn’t the same but her body tightened and responded all the same. She remembered how those strong, weathered hands had felt on her thighs earlier that day and let out a soft moan.

His long black hair would spread over one leg while he worked his mouth up over the other, higher, higher, till he was within inches of her quivering center.

Hermione ran her fingers up over her inner thigh and felt her body pulse and her inner muscles contract rhythmically with the need to be filled and touched by him. Her body shuddered with frustration and jealousy. She knew what kind of man Sirius was and wasn’t surprised to see that he was already onto a new conquest. She wasn’t really hurt either but her body was screaming. Screaming for him, yearning to be filled again by his Hot thick shaft, yearning to hear that wholly masculine voice, growling in her ear.

Their clothes discarded he would part her thighs and move between them. Miss Raisier would tangle her fingers in his hair and be lost in his blue eyes and wicked smile as he slowly pushed his thick hardness within her.

She slid her hand down between her thighs to her hot, wet opening and slid one finger inside. Her body immediately clamped around it and she arched her back and gasped. One finger quickly became two and she used her thumb to gently stroke her singing nub. Hermione wondered if he would be rough with Miss Raisier, taking her hard and fast till she screamed his name. Maybe he would take it slow with long firm strokes that were gentle but left her in no doubt of his strength and passion.

Hermione moved her hand faster, stroked her nub harder, Sirius’ face and eyes behind her tightly closed lids. She screamed his name as her body filled with sweet bliss and then again with frustration at her need to be filled.

She sat up, “Damn!” She growled then rolled over and punched her pillow. This was going to be a long year.