A MATE FOR LIFE

Chapter Seven

During dinner that night, Hermione, Ron and Harry were making plans for tomorrow night. “How about we floo out through the Gryffindor common room to the club. Hermione, what time would be a good time to go?” Harry asked.

“Probably about 10:00 o-clock. You don’t want to get there too early, not too much happening that early.” She replied.

“How do people dress at this club?” Lavender asked.

“Pretty well anything. It can get hot in there, especially if you like to dance. I bought a pair of leather pants over the summer I plan to wear.” Hermione replied, starting to look forward to tomorrow night.


The next night, Hermione made sure the bathroom door was firmly locked, and soaked in the tub for about half an hour. She used her wand to fluff her hair making it look tousled and wavy. She applied a light amount of magical make-up that wouldn’t wear off during the night. Standing before the armoire, she was pondering on what she was going to wear with the leather pants. She picked out a few tops, throwing them on the bed. She finally chose an off-the-shoulder black t-shirt that clung to her breasts and went down a couple of inches below the bra strap, where it showed a large expanse of bare mid-drift. She slipped the pants on where they moulded to her hips and legs. On her feet, she wore her leather boots. She loved leather and the way it made her feel, it made her feel sexy and raunchy.

She glanced at the clock, noticing it was time for her to meet Harry and them. She put on her school robe and peeked to see if Malfoy was around. Once she saw the coast was clear, she hurriedly went to the Gryffindor tower. Ginny had given her the password earlier that day so she could get past the portrait.

Ron looked up and smiled, “Thought you’d never get here, we’ve been waiting for ages.” He looked at her school robe, “Your not going in that are you?”

Hermione looked down at herself in mock innocence. “What’s wrong with this, I happen to like my school ro” S” She said smiling. “Or.....” she slipped off her robe. “......is this better?”

Harry and Ron both whistled. “Well, I guess that would be a yes.” She looked over a them with Harry wearing faded jeans with a t-shirt that accentuated his chest and lean stomach that he got from playing Quiddich over the years. Ron was also wearing jeans, but opted for a dress shirt open a the top with the sleeves rolled up. Lavender and Ginny were both wearing jeans and tank tops. “You all look like you’re ready to party, shall we.” As she motioned them to the fireplace.

“There is just one more thing before we go,” Harry said as he came up to Hermione. “Close your eyes.” He came up behind her and guided her over to the bulletin board. “Now open.”

Hermione opened her eyes to a notice on the board. The notice stated who was chosen for this years Gryffindor Quiddich team. She scanned the list and saw beside the open chaser position her name. “Oh my god, I made it. I didn’t really think I had a chance.”

Harry laughed, “Are you kidding. We though you were quite good. Professor McGonagall even threatened us with detention if we didn’t choose you.” He said teasingly.

Hermione laughed with them, still can’t believing her luck. “This is a very good reason to celebrate, let’s get going. First drink is on me.”

She walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of the glittery looking powder. “Oh, by the way, there’s a pail of floo powder where we’re going hidden where muggles can’t see it. You ready?” At their nod, she clearly said the address, then threw the powder down where she vanished in green flames.

She waited for them at the other end to make sure they got there okay. They then proceeded to go to the club at the side entrance where a big burly man was at the door. “Hey there Mick, brought some friends to check the place out.” Hermione said as her hand was enveloped in his big hands.

“Hello there Hermione, long time no see. Come on in, enjoy. First drinks are on me, just say Mick sent ya.” He said.

“Thanks Mick, see ya around.” Hermione said as she kissed his cheek and walked through the door, followed by wildwildered bunch.

“How on earth do you know that guy Hermione?” Ron asked.

Hermione smiled. “I’ve been here a few times over the summer. Mick’s a big guy, but sweet as pie. It turns out he’s a wizard also, never did tell me what school he went to though.”

The five of them were at the bar sipping their first drinks when the bartender told Hermione about a contest coming up in a couple of weeks. “You should sign up there Hermione, along with your two friends. It’s the best and sexiest dress contest. You have three tries. The winner wins $5000.00.\"

Hermione seriously thought about it. How that money would help her buy a broom for Quiddich. “Sure, sounds like fun. Where do I sign up?”

Hermione signed up along with Ginny and Lavender. Already thinking of what dresses she should pick for this contest. They all walked around looking for an empty table. As luck would have it, they got one by the dance floor.

During the course of the night they danced and drank. A few rounds of shooters were bought from Harry and Ron in congratulations to Hermione for making the team. Sometime around two in the morning, they decided to call it a night. The said their thanks to Mick, and went into the abandoned store.

“You guys go ahead. I think I’m going to floo right into my dorm, I’m bea Her Hermione said as she tried to stifle a yawn.

“Alright, don’t forget quiddich practice tomorrow afternoon Hermione.” Harry said in parting as he and Ginny went through first.

Hermione watched them all go through then prepared to go also, hoping that Draco would not be in the common room when she came through.


Draco happened to be up sitting on the couch in just his pajama bottoms reading the second ‘Lord of the Rings’ book, when the fireplace lit up with bright green flames. He watched as Hermione walked out, her hair blowing around her flushed face. He put down his book , “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the model Gryffindor student coming in way after curfew.” He said leering at her.

Hermione sighed. “I thought you would be sleeping. What are you doing up?”

“I’m taking your advice am rem reading the second ‘Lord of the Rings’ book. You were right by the way, it is quite good. I’m sure Professor McGonagall would be very interested in why her favourite students is coming in so late.”

She glowered at him. “Okay, Malfoy. What will it take to keep your trap shut?”

He thought about it as she stood before him, tapping her fingers on her leg in impatience. He liked the way leather looked on her, he also wondered if she was wearing a bra, as her shoulders and neck were bare, and her nipples stuck out at him. He shifted in his seat and covered his growing hard-on with his book. “Okay Granger. I won’t say anything, but it will cost you.”

She thought of a few different things, some of them not too unpleasant. Especially when she looked at his broad shoulders and his firm flat stomach where the muscles can be clearly seen. “What’s the price Malfoy. I’m tired and am ready for sleep.”

He smirked, “A kiss.”

“Just a kiss, huh?”

“Yes, just a kiss.” He said simply.

She walked over to him and bent down to where he was sitting, her top gaping open a bit at the top. “Okay, one kiss to keep your silence, fair enough.” She looked into his eyes and licked her lips, then kissed him lightly on the mouth. She pulled back and stood straight. “Goodnight Malfoy.” She said as she walked to her rooms with a sultry smile on her lips.

Draco licked his lips tasting the liquor from her lips. He smiled, ‘Next time, I’ll have to specify what kind of kiss.’ He thought to himself. He was also curious on where she had come from and why she was dressed like that.

He leaned his back against the cushions of the couch and imagined on what it would have felt like to peel those leather pants down her legs, kissing the exposed flesh along the way. Having her straddle his thighs as his hands slid along her back to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra under the t-shirt. And him cupping her breasts through the shirt until she was begging for more. Having her peel her shirt up and over her head where her breasts brushed against his chest as she plunges her tongue into his mouth. Of her sliding onto him, taking him fully into her, as she rides him to climax.

He opened his eyes and looked around, as he became aware of his surroundings. His hand was rubbing his aching erection through his pajama bottoms, the vision of her still fresh in his mind. He didn’t think a cold shower was going to solve this immediate problem, so he closed his eyes to bring back the fantasy as slid his hand down his pants to wrap his hand around his cock. He imagined her on his lap, deeply buried in her wetness, as she leaned back with her hands at his knees, her grinding into him. She moved her hips back and forth at a frenzied pace until she cried out his name

Draco opened his eyed again, struggling for breath. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up after his ‘mess’, then went off to bed, somewhat relieved but frustrated it wasn’t the real thing.