SLYTHERIN PARTIES

Pajama Party


You are invited to the
Slytherin Pajama Party
Games, drinks, and an all
Round good time.

*No need to bring the P.J.’s
We will supply.

This Saturday Night

Hermione, Ron and Harry reread the invite at breakfast in the Great Hall. An owl had delivered the invitations earlier in the morning to the few Gryffindor’s who were invited. There was a total of ten seventh years from their house that opened their invitations in bewilderment.

“What does he mean ‘we will supply’?” Hermione asked.

“We can ask him in our first class. We have Transfiguration with Slytherin first thing.” Ron said.

They arrived a bit early in hopes of catching Blaise before the class was to start. As luck would have it, he and Draco were already there sitting at the back of the room. Hermione and Ron went to their seats while Harry went to ask about the invitation.

“Hello Harry.” Blaise smiled in greeting. “You came to ask about the party, right?”

“Yeah, a lot of us were curious about the ‘we will supply’”. Harry said.

“You’re not the first to ask Potter.” Draco smirked.

“It basically means that no need to bring your P.J.’s. There will be a charm as you enter to magically change the clothes you are wearing to pajamas that you would most likely want to wear.” Blaise replied.

Harry nodded his head and smirked. “What if you sleep in the buff?”

“That’s a little too much information Potter.” Draco wrinkled his nose in distaste.

“There will be no full nudity.....until maybe later.” Blaise suggested wickedly.

“Right. Well, we’ll let you know at the end of the class.” Harry said, then walked over to his desk he shared with Hermione and Ron, to tell them about the party.

Draco leaned closer to Blaise. “Do you think she’ll agree to come to the party?”

Blaise looked over to the trio to see Hermione smile as Harry was letting them know about the invitation. “Yeah. I think so.”

The rest of the week, students were talked excitedly about the party. Blaise was well known for his parties, at the school and at his home. If you wanted companionship or just to plain snog someone senseless, those were the parties to go to. Many permanent relationships have resulted in people getting together at these parties.

The professor’s and even the headmaster knew of some of the parties, but either Blaise was really sneaky or they turned a blind eye being that the houses were getting along with each other. Snape did happen to snatch an invitation from a seventh year Ravenclaw, but when he glanced down at the parchment, it was blank. The invitation was charmed so that only the person it was given to originally was able to read it.



Saturday finally creeped up on the students. They were in the common room reading or doing homework until Professor McGonagall came to check on them around nine at night. Once she was satisfied that they were behaving themselves, she bid them a good night and left .... to the professor’s party that the students did not know of....... no where near the same caliber as the Slytherin Parties (don’t even want to go there).

The ten students who had invites waited a few minutes, then made their way to the secret passage in the reading room of the tower that led down to the dungeons. They all huddled together as Harry and Hermione led them down with their wands lit, talking excitedly to each other about the party.

Harry checked his Marauder’s map to make sure Filch and Mrs. Norris, his cat, wasn’t around and in groups of two they went to the large portrait of the black night. The password was given and the students disappeared through the picture one at a time.

Harry and Hermione were the last. “You ready?” Harry asked.

“You bet. I am curious what we’ll end up wearing though.” She replied as they walked to the portrait.

“Butterbeer.” Hermione said as the portrait swung open.

They have been to this particular room a few times before over the past for other Slytherin parties, so they were not alarmed by the darkened corridor before they reached the actual door to the room. The large double doors to the room were open where you could see a glassy rippled surface over the entrance.

“You go first Harry.” She said smiling as she looked at the hazy figures beyond the door. She watched him go through, then stepped through the barrier, giving her a warm tingly feeling through her body.


Draco sat with Blaise in front of the fire as Blaise was getting people to start a truth and dare game. His glance went around the room, taking in the scantily clad bodies, searching for a certain Gryffindor. He nudged Blaise, “She’s not coming, is she?”

Blaise turned to Draco. “Relax Drake, she’ll be here.” Then looked to the doorway. “Look there’s Harry and Ron. Hermione is sure to be behind them.” He pulled Draco up. “Come on, let’s welcome them to the party.”

Draco followed, grabbing some butterbeers on the way to come up to the new comers. “Hello Potter, Weasley. Welcome to the party.” Then handed them a bottle each.

“Thanks Malfoy.” Harry smirked then took the offered bottle, then looked around. “This looks more like a lingerie party than a pajama party.” He laughed as he looked down at his silk pajama bottoms and the matching robe that covered his naked torso.

Draco looked down at himself and adjusted the ties to his low slung silk pants. “Yeah, but it’s pretty comfortable.” He laughed. “So, where’s Granger?”

Harry and Ron looked to each other with a knowing smile. “She should be coming right
about .....”

Harry stopped what he was saying as Hermione emerged through the door, looking down at herself. She was swearing a three piece set in a black silk. The top went just below her braless breasts with thin string straps holding it up. The bottoms fit loose, but were short with slits at the sides and hung low on her hips. Over these two pieces, the matching robe that went down to her bottom. She looked up to see Harry, Ron, Blaise and Draco staring at her. “What? Does it look that bad?”

“No, Hermione you look .....” Harry began.

“Hot.” Draco finished as his eyes raked over her body, top to bottom. To the loose hair down to her toes wiggling in the plush carpet around them.

Hermione looked to Draco. “Thanks .... you look good too.” As she looked to Draco’s naked chest under his robe and the light dusting of hair that trailed down into the front of his pants.

Blaise seemed to snap out of the daze first. “Yeah, you look great ‘Mione.” He grabbed her hand to pull her to the crowd around the fire. “We’re just about to play truth and dare.” He said as he handed her a butterbeer.

Seamus moved over on the couch to make room for Harry and Ron while Hermione sat on the love seat by the fire with Pansy. Pansy looked to Draco bemusedly and moved closer to the edge. “Hey Draco, here’s a seat for you.” She smirked.

As the love seat was a fair size, three people were able to fit quite comfortably. Hermione also moved over as he sat between them. “Thanks.” He glanced to Hermione as she crossed her tanned legs, the slit at her side splitting even more. He got a brief glance at some kind of mark at her hip before she covered her upper legs with the robe.

“Well, everybody. Glad you could make it to our little slumber party.” Blaise began grinning. “There will be loads to do at this party. A little truth and dare game which we will start momentarily, spin the bottle or dancing by the bar. During the course of the night we will be drawing names for the ‘Dirty Thirty.’”

“The dirty thirty?” Seamus asked interrupting Blaise’s speech.

“Yeah. The couple will be locked in a very small room....close to a large closet actually.” Blaise smirked. “For thirty minutes to do what they so wish privately. You cannot switch names with anyone. You would be stuck with the chosen one for the full thirty minutes. Pansy here will be in charge of that. A couple picked every half hour. Starting with.....” He looked to Pansy.

She drew two names out of a black velvet bag. “Dean and Hannah.”

Dean and Hanna looked to each other nervously, then followed Pansy to the closed door. Pansy brought out her wand to put a silencing and a locking spell on the door, then walked back to the rest of the group smiling.

“What if they need to get out before the thirty minutes?” Ron asked.

“There’s a buzzer inside for emergencies, and to also let them know when the thirty minutes are up.” Pansy replied as she sat back down beside Draco.

“Okay. Whoever wants to stay for the truth and dare game, we’ll start. Whoever doesn’t want to play, you are quite welcome to enjoy the other festivities.” Blaise said.

About half of the seventh years went about the room, while the other half remained by the fire. Harry looked to Hermione and Ron who shrugged their shoulders and decided to stay.

Blaise looked around. “This game of truth and dare, there will be slight difference than other games you may have played. You can either ask a person individually or declare a ‘shooter’ round. The shooter round, everyone answers the question. If they answered yes, they get a shooter .... very good jello shooters I might add. If the person lies, the shooter will taste like one of the worst flavors of Bertie Botts beans you could imagine. In these shooters, there is also a little bit of something extra in them for everyone, which you will find out the first round.” He smiled mischievously.

“Well, who starts?” Harry asked.

“Why don’t you start us out Harry.” Blaise nodded in his direction.

“All right.” Harry said smirking as he looked around the room. “Lavender .... truth or dare?”

Lavender blushed at being chosen first. “Truth.”

Harry seemed to think about the question he was going to ask. “Where was the most unusual place you had sex?”

“On Professor Snape’s desk.” She smirked, and laughed at everyone’s expression. “And no, it wasn’t with Snape.”

It was Lavender’s turn to ask. She looked around and smiled. “Shooter round.” Everyone seemed to like this idea and waited for Lavender to ask the first shooter question. “Who has any piercings on their bodies, and they have to show it.”

About six of the people had piercings. One by one they showed their proof of the question. Hermione was surprised that Draco had spoken up that he had one. She watched as he spread the front of his robe open to see a gold hoop through his right nipple. She licked her dry lips as she gazed at his naked chest, then looked up to meet Draco’s eyes. He smirked at her blush and took one of the shooters. He downed the small drink the same time as the other five and waited. It wasn’t long before he felt a sensation of a tongue gliding over his lower region. He leaned forward and clenched his jaw from moaning out loud.

Blaise looked on at the six people and grinned. “Like that?”

“What was it?” Hermione asked as she looked to Draco’s tense face.

“You’ll see soon enough Hermione.” Blaise answered as the six people breathed a sigh as the effects of the potion wore off. “Draco, I do believe it is your turn.”

Draco leaned back on the couch and glanced to Hermione. “Shooter round. Who has
tattoos ...... and they have to show them.”

Everyone either shook their heads or revealed their tattoos starting with Pansy then around to Hermione. Everyone went to reach for their shooter when it was Hermione’s turn. “Wait a minute.” She said leaning forward. “I have two tattoo’s.”

“You?!” Seamus asked not believing her.

“Yes. Me. And why is that so hard to believe?”

“Well, let’s see then.” Draco said smirking.

“Fine.” She stood up and opened her robe further. She pulled the one side of the bottoms up a bit for them to a see a small green dragon in flight on her upper thigh.

“Where’s the other one?” Ron asked.

She turned her back and slipped off her robe. She held on to the front of her short top while her other hand reached back to pull it up to reveal a snake intertwined around a sword on her upper middle back.

“When did you get those?” Harry asked as she slipped her robe back on.

“During the summer when I was on holidays with my aunt in Amsterdam.” Hermione said smiling.

“Amsterdam huh, that’s probably not all that you did hey ‘Mione.” Blaise smirked. “You surprised me.”

“It was fun. A lot more things are legal there compared to here.” She smirked. “Draco, do you have any tattoo’s?” Looking to him.

Draco had watched as she lifted her top, seeing the underside of her one breast. His mouth had gone dry and he licked his suddenly dry lips as he wiped his hands on his pants. He mentally shook himself as he looked to her again. “One.” He leaned forwards and slipped the robe off his one shoulder where a tattoo of a snake wrapped once around his upper arm.

Hermione looked at the silver and green scaled snake on his arm. “Nice.” She said as she lightly touched his arm.

“Thanks.” Draco replied feeling a tingle run up his arm at her touch. He looked away and took up a shooter. “Granger, you should probably have two, one for each tattoo.” He smirked, wanting to see her reaction to the potion.

She took two of the glasses and waited for everyone else to pick up theirs. At the same time they downed their shooters, letting the jello glide down their throats. Within seconds Hermione felt the effects, like a slow licking sensation along her clit and folds. She squirmed in her seat as she rubbed her legs together and closed her eyes until the moment passed.

Draco drank his down as she downed her first shooter and tried to block out the feeling like someone was licking along his shaft. He turned and watched Hermione as her breathing became a bit more heavier and her chest was heaving. He handed her the second one and watched as she downed that one. She leaned forward and leaned her head against his chest as the feelings washed through her lower body.

“Gods..... who’s idea was that.” She finally was able to say, rather huskily as the sensation ebbed away.

“Glad you like it Hermione.” Blaise said as he grinned over at her.

“That’s just teasing Blaise. You are going to have a lot of frustrated people during the course of the night.” She laughed as Blaise shrugged his shoulder.

“Okay. Draco who do you want to ask the next question.” Blaise asked.

“Pansy.” Draco replied as he looked to his other side.

“Ron,” she grinned. “Truth or dare?” Ron’s answer was truth. “How many times a week do you masturbate?”

Ron’s face flushed red to match the red of his hair. “Aboutthreetimes.” he said quickly.

“What was that Ron.” Hermione said smirking.

He glared up to Hermione. “About three times a week.”

“Hmm. I thought it would have been more than that.” Draco smirked.

“Whatever Malfoy. I’m sure you do your fair share of wanking too.” Ron said trying to hide his smirk.

“Yeah. Probably.” Draco conceded to the surprise of those around him.

Ron looked around the room. “Draco. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Draco said as he took a swig of his butterbeer.

Ron looked to Harry then Hermione who shook her head warningly. “I dare you to french kiss Hermione.”

Draco looked to Hermione and smiled at her as he moved closer. He watched her mouth as her tongue came out to glide over her lips. He placed both of his hands on either side of her head and moved closer until his lips pressed lightly against hers. He felt her lips move beneath his as he pressed a bit harder on her soft lips, then ran his tongue along her bottom lip until she opened for him. She tasted of butterbeer and Hermione, and he wanted more, much more. He probed his tongue inside of her mouth to meet hers where it swirled against his. He managed to hold back a moan until she took his tongue into her mouth and started to suck it into her mouth.

Hermione had sat back as he deepened the kiss, and gripped the ends of her robe to stop from clutching him closer. When she heard his low moan, it seemed to bring her out a bit of the daze of the kiss and pulled her head back. She smiled as he tried to move closer to her to continue their kiss, and looked up into his eyes. They were filled with want and need for her. Heat pooled even more between her legs at the promise that they held in them. “We have an audience Draco.” She said as she motioned around the room.

“Don’t care.” He smirked as he kissed her lightly on the mouth and backed away to lean his back against the couch, trying to cool down the heat that erupted from the kiss.

The lot of them went back and forth as the seventh years started learning some new things about their classmates. Their drinks seemed to never empty, the shooter rounds began to become the top choice of choice.

The ‘dirty thirty’ room had seen about four couples when Harry and Lavender were paired. “See ya Harry.” Hermione smirked as she walked to get another drink at the bar. She had wanted to move around, as the shooters were quickly starting to go to her head. She did a quick sobering spell on herself, then grabbed up another butterbeer as she looked around the room.

She felt a touch on her shoulder and looked around to see Draco. “Having fun?” He asked smiling warmly.

“Yes. Are you?” She replied and smiled.

“Yeah. Do you want to dance?” As he motioned to the dimmed corner where other couples were dancing close.

She put down her bottle. “Sure.” And followed him to the far edge of the dance floor.

He slowly undid her robe and slipped his hand inside to glide along her skin to her back and drew her closer. He grasped her other hand where he placed it onto his naked chest inside of his robe. “So, what are your plans after your finished here?” He asked.

She shrugged. “I was thinking of taking a year off to travel a bit, then get my professor’s degree to teach. What about you?”

“Pretty much the same thing. With my father put away, I\'m pretty much am on my own.” He smiled. “You know, you can come closer. I don’t bite.”

She answered his smile with one of her own and pressed against him, putting her arm around his neck. “What if I want you to?” She said suggestively.

His hand ran up her bare back, pressing her closer as his mouth moved closer to hers. “And where would you like me to bite, Hermione?”

She touched her neck with her fingertips. “How about here to start with.” She smirked.

He moved his lips to her neck, nuzzling the smooth skin first. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this Granger?” As he lightly kissed her neck.

She bent her head to the side as her fingers tangled in his hair pulling him closer. She shuddered when she felt his lips first touch her. “Probably not as long as I’ve been thinking about it.” She said huskily.

He looked up at her, to see her eyes had deepened in color. “Really?”

“Really.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth softly then moved over to her full lips. It started softly and slowly until she ran her tongue along the crease of his lips. He groaned and deepened the kiss as his hand went to her bottom pulling her to his growing erection.

She ground her hips against his as they kissed, their lips locked together as they tasted each other. His hand went between them, gliding up her ribs to cup her breast beneath her short top. She groaned into his mouth as she pressed against him, her bare breasts crushed against his naked chest. They were no longer swaying to the sultry music, but were standing still as their hands ran over each others bodies, trying to crawl into each other’s skin.

Harry and Lavender meanwhile had just come out of the ‘dirty thirty’ room and were making their way to the bar holding hands. Lavender stopped and motioned for Harry to see what she was seeing on the dance floor.

“Well, it’s about time.” Harry smirked.

“You knew this would happen?” Lavender asked.

“Yeah. Hermione has liked Draco for awhile now and Blaise had told me last week that Draco felt the same way about ‘Mione. Ron’s dare seemed to help it along a bit, I would say.” He smirked as they looked to the snogging couple.

Hermione and Draco were interrupted by Harry who tapped Hermione on the shoulder. “Hey ‘Mione.”

She looked over to Harry as Draco gave Harry a glare. “You out already?” She asked, still pressed close to Draco’s chest.

“Yeah.” He laughed at her flushed face and swollen lips. “Is the truth and dare game still going on?” Harry asked.

Hermione pulled away from Draco carefully as she adjusted her top, but held onto his hand. “Not sure. Should we go check it out?”

Draco glared at Harry. “Bad timing Potter.”

Harry just smirked at him. “The nights young Malfoy. Relax.”

When the four of them went back to the group, they found that most of the seats were taken. Draco had found a cushy chair and sat down, pulling Hermione to sit between his legs in front of him. When the four of them got settled down again, it was to see Neville and Susan being paired for the ‘dirty thirty’.

“Harry......truth or dare?” Blaise asked.

“Truth.” Harry replied.

“So, how many times did you make Lavender scream out your name?” Blaise asked.

Harry looked to Lavender’s flushed face and smiled as he held her hand. “Twice.” And leaned over to kiss her on the mouth, then looked up. “Seamus.....truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Seamus replied.

“Who was you first lay?”

Seamus looked sheepish as he looked around the room. “Padma.” Everyone looked to the twin in surprise, as no one expected that answer.

“When was this?” Harry asked.

Seamus smirked. “Don’t have to tell you, already answered your question.” Then looked around the room. “Hermione.....truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Hermione replied.

Seamus looked over to Draco who gave him a warning look. “Hermione....I dare you to give Draco a hickey.”

Hermione smiled, relieved at the request. She turned to Draco and opened his robe as she scooted lower. “Where to put it.” She said quietly so that only the few people closest to them could hear.

Draco saw her eyes rake over his chest. His body waited in anticipation, waiting for her next move. She placed her hand on his waist as she leaned over, pressing her breasts into his side. She lightly kissed the side of his neck, then opened her lips and bit into his neck as she sucked the skin into her mouth.

He leaned his head back as he gripped her arms. He was thankful that he had a concealment charm on his pajama bottoms or his aroused state would be very obvious to everyone around as they watched.

After almost five minutes of nibbling onto his neck, she pulled back and lightly kissed him on the mouth. She then sat back, and leaned her back against his chest as his arms went around her waist, drawing her closer.

He looked to Seamus. “Thanks” he mouthed soundlessly. Seamus smirked and nodded his head in acknowledgment.

Hermione looked around the room. “Shooter round.” They all looked expectantly to her, waiting for the question. “Who has had sex with multiple partners.....at the same time.”

Draco looked at the faces around him as they shook or nodded their heads. Each one had to say with how many and what sex they had the time with. Needless to say, he was quite surprised to feel Hermione lean over to take a shooter. He leaned over to look at her flushed face, as she revealed herself. “Threesome......two guys......last year.” She said then downed the shooter while some of the other students looked on with a renewed interest at the school bookworm.

Hermione let the jello glide down her throat and let the effects wash over her lower body. She leaned back as the feel of the tiny tongues worked against her clit, and pushed back against Draco, as she gripped his arm that was on her thigh.

Draco bit back a moan as she pressed her backside against his erection. ‘God he ached for her.’ He though to himself as he kissed the side of her neck as she relaxed against him once again.

Neville and Susan then rejoined the group, each bearing testimony on their necks that they enjoyed themselves. Pansy reached in the bag. “Draco.....Hermione. You’re next.”

As Harry and Ron watched Hermione and Draco, they looked to each other. “Do you think they’ll be back?” Ron asked.

“I doubt it.” Harry replied smirking.

Hermione entered ‘the room’ first and looked around. It definitely was small. The space consisted of a double bed that reached wall to wall, with a couple feet of space at the foot of the bed. Pillows were piled along the edges with small candles lit on ledges along the walls. “He wasn’t kidding.....it’s pretty small, isn’t it?” She smirked.

“It’s usually a small storage closet. But for tonight......” Draco began and trailed off as he pulled her into his arms. “I do believe I owe you a ‘bite’ from before our dance was interrupted.”

Hermione backed up to the bed until the back of her legs touched the mattress. “In a minute.....there’s something I’ve been wanting to do all night.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” As he started to kiss the side of her neck.

She placed her hands inside the robe at his chest and moved up to his shoulders and down his arms, letting the robe fall to the floor. She leaned closer to nibble onto his shoulder while her fingertips traveled over his chest. She made a wet path down to his chest with her lips and tongue as his fingers went into her hair. Her fingernails flicked the nipple ring and was rewarded when he gave a low moan and his hold on her tightened. Her lips went lower until she flicked her tongue against the nipple, her hands going lower down his stomach.

Her hands were giving off heat as she pressed onto his skin at the top of his pajama bottoms. She stood up straight as she tugged on the ties at his waist. He watched her face, the way she licked her lips as she watched his pants hang even lower on his hips. He shuddered when her hand went into the front of the pants to wrap her fingers around his hardened shaft, letting the pants fall onto the floor at his feet. Her hand moved up and down, gripping him tight.

“Oh .... gods......Hermione.” He groaned as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. He thrust his hips forward into her hand. She moved her thumb up to the head of his cock as she spread his pre-cum over the sensitized flesh. He put his hand over hers. “Not yet....too soon.” Be breathed out raggedly.

She gave it a last squeeze and brought her hand up licking her thumb. “Mmmmm..... not bad.” With a smirk.

He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her head to him where he savagely took her mouth, plunging his tongue into her sweet mouth. His hands went to her robe and slipped it off her shoulders as his hands went to her back, pressing her fully against him.

Once they came up for air, he backed away suddenly and turned her around as his hands went to her waist hugging her close to his chest. His mouth went to the side of her neck where he nibbled onto the skin. Her head moved to the side as he licked his way up and down the slim column of her neck.

His hands slipped up the short top to cup both of her breasts into his hands as he moved his erection against her backside. She moaned out loud as he tugged on her nipples at the same time he bit onto her neck, pressing her hips back against him.

Their heavy panting filled the room as he continued to pinch and pull her nipples while the other hand skimmed down her flat stomach to her pajama shorts. “Yes .... Draco....I need you to touch me.” She moaned as her hand guided him to the inside of her shorts.

They both groaned out loud when his fingers glided down her wet folds inserting two fingers into her deeply. “Gods.....that feels....so good.” she cried out.

Her hands went to the waist of her shorts and pulled them down over her hips as he continued to plunge his fingers deep inside of her.

Draco groaned, as the silk had caused a soft friction against his cock, her bare warm skin sent a jolt through his body. He pulled his mouth from her neck and put the flat of his palm on her back. She bent forward, leaning on the bed, as he guided the head of his cock at her opening. He inched in slowly as her tight heat engulfed him. He thrust shallow a few times then pushed forwards fast and hard as he grabbed the sides of her hips. He set a steady rhythm of hard and fast thrusts as his fingers went between her legs, circling her engorged clit with his fingertips.

She rocked her hips back as her hands went to his hip. “So close.....” She moaned between panting breaths.

Her legs started to quiver underneath her as she placed her hand over his between her legs. Her head went down, her hair falling down around her face as her orgasm spiraled through her lower body.

He felt Hermione clutch his cock deep inside of her before she let out a moan of release. He thrust faster as she pulsed around him until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust deep as he bent his head back, emptying himself inside of her.

He withdrew slowly and lay back on the bed with Hermione kneeling on the bed still. “Do you have your wand?” She asked smiling as she drank in his nakedness with her hungry eyes.

“In my robe.”

She got up on shaky legs, unconcerned of her near nakedness. She took out the wand and did a ‘scourgify’ spell over them, then stood before him between his legs. “How much time do you think we got left?” She said smiling suggestively.

He looked up at her and leaned back on his elbows. “Not sure, why?”

She gripped the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. “Because I want more.” She smiled as she crawled up on the bed between his legs.

She leaned up to kiss his mouth, letting the tips of her breasts brush against his chest. She let her lips slide over his as her knee bent up to touch between his legs. Her one hand held her upper body up while the other went to the back of his head to tug his hair back so his neck was exposed to her.

When her tongue moved along his neck, he moaned as his hand gripped her lower arm. He closed his eyes as her mouth moved over his neck, shoulders and chest. Her tongue came out to circle around his nipple then tug gently on the ring with her teeth before placing her mouth over it to suck the skin into her mouth.

He lay flat on his back as his hands skimmed along her bare back. Her hands went to his sides as she moved lower down his body, licking her way down his stomach. He thrust his hips up as her full breasts pressed around his cock. She moved even lower, her hair covering his thighs as her lips moved their way to his cock. She wrapped her hand around the base as she gave the head a broad stroke with her tongue.

“Hermione.” He groaned as his fingers tangled into her hair. He pulled it back so he could watch as she opened her mouth, then took him in ...... and to keep her in place as she took him deeper. Her tongue swirled against his already hardening shaft as she pulled back giving a light suction at the head. His hips bucked up as she went back down until he felt the back of her throat. He felt her still her mouth, then swallow before she went even further down, her nose nuzzling his pubic hair. “Oh ..... Gods!” He groaned his head went back as she deep throated him over and over again.

She pulled back and gave the head of his cock a lick before moving her lips up his stomach. Her legs straddled his as she positioned herself over his cock. She moved her hips down, until he was buried to the base inside of her. She leaned down to kiss his neck as her hand glided over his chest.

He moved his hips up as she ground herself on him, back and forth. He gripped her hips as she sat up straight, her hair a tangled mess around her shoulders. He hands went over his as she rocked on top of him in a steady rhythm.

Her hands then skimmed up her sides to cup her breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers. He lay back, gripping her hips as she rode him. He never thought he would see her like this, and he was so close to cumming by just watching her touch herself. Her body was flushed, her head thrown back, her back arched forwards as she tugged on her reddening nipples. He thrust his hips up into her tight heat. “Hermione.” He groaned as his hands went to her sides to pull her body down against his chest. He brought his one hand at her neck as his lips touched hers.

She probed her tongue past his lips, his meeting hers as he thrust his hips up. Their groans were muffled as their kiss deepened, them faintly hearing the timer buzzer at their side.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against him as she felt him tense underneath her. She ground her hips against him as he came inside of her. She soon followed, her orgasm leaving her weak and shaky.

Her body stilled and she looked down into the grey of his eyes. Her hand cupped the side of his face as she ran her thumb along his bottom lip. “I guess our times up.” She smiled.

Draco kissed the pad of her thumb. “It doesn’t have to be ..... come back to my rooms Hermione, for tonight.”

“Only for tonight?” She asked.

“Well to start with maybe.” He said as he sat up, hugging her close.

She hugged him back and kissed his mouth softly. They disentangled themselves and slipped on their robes to sneak past the other party goers to Draco’s Head Boy rooms in the Slytherin dormitories.

Harry, Ron and Blaise noticed the very tousled couple as they left holding hands. They smirked to each other, happy for their friends and continued with their game, knowing they would not be seeing those two for the rest of the weekend.



The End of ‘Pajama Party’