Boys Night, Girls Night

This is where the plots thickens so to speak. I'm going to try to update again before the winter holidays- maybe a christmas treat? haha- let me know what you think!


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“Ok Gin, I surrender.” Hermione announced walking in the door of the best friends’ apartment with her hands up. She navigated around the half packed boxes into the bedroom where she heard the witch laugh.

“I told you it was only a matter of time. I didn’t think it would be tonight though. I thought Krum would keep you busy for a while yet.” Ginny was getting her room packed up. The Wizarding World was still old fashioned. Ginny more or less lived with Harry. But until the wedding she kept her apartment for appearances. Hermione moving in with Malfoy- both single at the time- was nothing short of scandalous. Their reputations stifled most of the gossip; the rest was hushed by the memory of their distaste for each other at Hogwarts.

“Oh- it was very promising.” She replied sitting on the bed. “That is, until Draco barged in.”

Ginny gasped and covered her mouth. “No he didn’t! In the middle of-?” she wiggled her eyebrows to finish the sentence.

“No, praise Merlin. We were just getting started. But it was pretty obvious. Here take a look.” Hermione pulled her wand and performed a complicated wave which then proceeded to show a 3D replay from the incident in the middle of the disorganized room. Ginny studied it, noting each interaction and response with satisfaction.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say he doesn’t see you as Hogwarts Hermione anymore.” She giggled. “I take it you want to be charmed into Hannah tonight?”

“Yes, please.” She said primly.

“I will do it on one condition. Details, my dear, details.”

She frowned. “It feels wrong.”

Ginny was stern. “No delaying miss.”

She sighed. “Alright. Honestly Ginny. It was unbelievable. I don’t know if it was the hidden identity or the years of arguing. Maybe it was just the alcohol. He knew exactly which moves to pull and everything that I liked. I didn’t have to tell him anything. Everything was just about perfect- except when he called me Hannah. But it was the best I’ve had. No competition.”

Ginny was dancing around the room, smug.
“No wonder you’re trying to take the edge off.” Ginny laughed.

“Do you have any of my clothes here? I won’t be able to wear this home as Hannah.”

“Back of the closet. You’ll need a shower. I can smell Krum on you.”

“Of course, your nose for sex is unparalleled.” She grumbled to Ginny’s peal of laughter.

“Mione? How are you going to tell him? This really can’t continue like this.” Ginny yelled to her as she got the shower going.

“After tonight. I’ll just let the spell fade out in front of him. I think he’ll be pissed at first- but I’ll do it naked. That should clear steps one through five on the anger scale.”

Ginny grinned. “And propel you into make-up sex on step six.” Hermione peeked her head out of the shower and stuck her tongue out like a six year old.

Ginny changed the subject. “Have you received any more of those notes?”
There was silence. “Mione?”

“There were three this morning, before I arrived. Another two throughout the day.” She said quietly.

Ginny stalked into the bathroom. “FIVE?!”

Hermione had started receiving letters about a week or so ago. At first they were just simple things. You look great today. I love that color on you. She thought nothing of it- maybe she had an admirer too shy to come forward.

Then it changed drastically.

From compliments to more suggestive things, described in detail about what he (mercifully she hoped it was a he) wanted to do with her. None of them were signed. None of them could be traced. This morning the last one had contained a threat.

“Have you told Kingsley? They have to be able to do something about it! This is serious stuff!” Ginny all but yelled.

Hermione let out a gusty sigh. “I know, but nothing short of stopping all my mail or catching the pervert who is doing it is going to stop it from happening. The ministry has someone on the case investigating. They think it’s a stalker- someone who has done it before.”

“Mione…” Gin whispered sympathetically.

“I know, but I’ll be damned before I give up my life to cower in a corner. I’m the brightest witch of our age- only a damned fool would try to best me.” She said loudly and confidently.

But Gin knew it was a front. That her friend was scared beyond belief that at any moment the person could come forward. They could be any person, any creature…at any time of their choosing.

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On the last chime of the clock, there was a soft knock on the door. Draco was keyed up, pacing and uncharacteristically nervous. He paused, exhaled heavily and went to answer the door.
Upon opening the door, Draco turned tongue tied. He simply stared at Hannah as if she had just stepped out of one of his dreams. She was dressed down- jeans and a long sleeved scoop necked tee- but it hugged her body. The simple outfit went from bland to unmistakably sexy.

“Hi.” Hannah nearly whispered.

“You came.” He stated. Week of waiting for this moment- and he says that.

She opened her arms wide in a gesture that quite obviously said “and?”
“I was beginning to think you were just a fevered dream.” Much better Draco. At that she surprised him with a little blush and smiled- her one cheek dimpling. Unexpectedly he thought of Hermione. Then, just as fast, the thought fled. “Come in please.”


Play it cool, you can do this. Hermione chanted to herself.
To her intense surprise, he had cooked dinner; chicken cacciatore and a loaf of bread from her bakery. She felt a lump in her throat, and wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she was a horrible person doing a horrible thing to a great friend.

“You didn’t have to do all this.” She gestured to the table- the glasses of wine- all the little details.

“But I wanted to.” He smiled winningly, pulling out her chair and motioning for her to sit.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

Throughout dinner, she mentally gave herself a pat on the back. She carefully deflected questions about herself and kept asking away about him. While she knew most of the answers, she was still charmed.
It brought her back to the first times they really truly hung out. When they were still learning about each other and found they had more in common than they realized.

“And that’s when I found this apartment. The rest is history.” He concluded with a self deprecating grin.

“Two bedrooms? Did I kick your roommate out?”

“No, no. My roommate, Hermione, is out for the night.” She made note that he made sure to clear up that his roommate was a female. That was good.
It cleared an opening for "Draco your roommate is sitting right in front of you." All she had to do was get the words out. Explain how she got caught up, how she didn’t want to continue to the point where she could lose their friendship.

“Draco, I have-" She started to say as he got up.

“No, I got it.” He thought she meant she would clear the plates.
She gathered the dishes anyway, moved them to the sink before starting again.

“I need to tell you something.” There, no going back now. Gryffindor courage would see her through this. “The night we met at the club-”

He turned his head with a remembering smile. “Is this going to make me feel anything other than the happiness I feel at this moment?”

“Unfortunately, yes. It’s not the best news.” She bit her lip.

He turned completely and took a step towards her. “Then tell me later.”

“But,-”

“Not a peep.” He said, pinching her lips together with his fingers.

She gave him a sardonic look.

“The only thing I want your lips to do.” He said seriously, his head lowering, “is be pressed to mine.”

They leaned into each other, but she resisted the temptation to make the final move that would bring them together. She was still completely undecided. As if to remove her doubts, Draco let his hands fall from her shoulders to place hands on her breasts, touching them, stroking the tips.

If there was any doubt that she would back out of this, it fled. This, his hands, his kisses, it was exactly what she wanted.
There was a slight bump into the table, and she felt him sit her on it facing him. He paused. In his eyes was a question, how much further? He seemed to ask. She closed her eyes and placed her forehead on his chest, praying he would forgive her. Then after a moment- she waved her hand and the clothing banished itself folded onto the living room couch.

He put one finger under her chin to tilt her face to his. He was smiling, but curious as well why she refused to meet his gaze. Instead she moved forward on the hardwood table, shuddering at the feel of his hand on her legs, moving higher up as his breathing sped. She pulled his mouth to hers, tasting him, probing his mouth, giving him a challenge.

He took it. He leaned her back, his hand finding his way down to that spot she loved as she made soft whimpers of encouragement in her throat. He ravaged her mouth, daring her to take a breath. She spread her fingers over his back, caressing gently. Those talented fingers found a very wet and willingly Hermione. Her hips involuntarily jerked when he thrust two fingers into her.

She was nibbling softly on his ear. “Please.” She hadn’t felt this alive since the last time she made this mistake. Something about him set all her nerves on fire. Like tiny electric shocks on her skin. He increased the tempo, but not letting her move her hips.

“Please what?” responded a low voice. To emphasize, Draco moved his hips slowly. Just over that sensitive bud. Back and forth. To slow to get her off, but fast enough to have her incoherent for a couple minutes. Then he looked down as she grabbed and guided him into where he would have sworn, upon reflection, was heaven. He admired her audacity, but wasn’t going to give in that easy.


Hermione knew what he wanted. He wanted to be in control. He wanted that edge. And quite frankly, he was the only one that she would give it to. She felt him tugging on her nipples, sucking on her neck, and ever so slowly moving in and out of her, teasing her; still not going to commit until she said those magic words. She had had enough.

“Please, Fuck me.” Her voice was strong, but not strong enough to cover the begging note. Draco smiled licking the shell of her ear.

“Only have to ask.” He murmured, slamming home.

The table protested the two heaving bodies, hips moving together, gasps and groans coming from them both. It was downright primal- both taking what they wanted, and yet, it was exactly what both needed.

This time it was Hermione who pulled out the surprise. She clawed her nails down his back, and then suddenly clawed that perfect ass he always told her to kiss to push him as far as he could go to her soaking wet pussy. Draco gave a shout and both let go and climaxed hard. It was a couple moments later that Draco could comprehend what Hannah was saying over and over.

“Sorry” just didn’t fit into what he would have just called that experience.