WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Chapter Eight

When Blaise and Hermione entered the Hall, dinner was just appearing on the tables. Not many students looked up at the couple, as they had seen them showing their affection quite openly over the past week or two, so they were not surprised when Blaise kissed her on the mouth, squeezed her hand, then let her go to her table, after a slap to her bottom, while he went to the other side of the room to the Slytherin table.

“Happy birthday ‘Mione,” Ron smiled kissing her cheek as she sat down beside him.

“Thanks Ron,” she replied, the looked down to see her favorite dish....pizza. She started to laugh when she looked around the hall to see some of the pureblood witches and wizards, looking at it like it was going to fly off their plate. When they saw some of their dorm mates digging into it enthusiastically, they tentatively took a bite, chewing on the cheese and crust, then started eating it like they hadn’t eaten anything all day.

After eating several slices of pizza, the Gryffindor table was surprised to see a large cake pop up in front of Hermione, the candles sparkling against the chocolate icing. Hermione felt a tug on her shirt from behind and turned to see that it was Dobby, the house elf, twisting the ends of his long shirt nervously as he looked up at her. “Miss Hermione...happy birthday. We made your favorite cake...black forest...got the recipe from Mister Harry Potter,” Dobby gushed, looking to Harry who sat beside Hermione.

“Thank you Dobby. It looks very good,” she smiled. “Please thank the others for me too.”

“I wills...and I have something for you. Dumblydore helped me,” Dobby said proudly, handing her a present with what looked like a whole roll of spellotape wrapped around it with a bow on the top that practically covered the whole present.

“Thank you,” she grinned, then started to patiently peel the tape off the paper, while Dobby was jumping up and down excitedly beside her, reaching over to help every now and then. She opened it expecting a pair of brightly colored socks or something, and was pleasantly surprised to see a snow globe. Inside the globe was a miniature version of Hogwarts, the base ornamented with the four house animals. She shook the globe to see the snow falling around the school, then smiled down at Dobby. “Thank you so much Dobby. I love it,” she laughed then reached over and wrapped the surprised elf in her arms, while he looked over her shoulder to the twinkly eyed Headmaster. She let go and smiled warmly to the elf. “Dobby, you must come to the party tonight.”

“We will be there to help serve and clean,” Dobby said stepping away from Hermione.

“No. Dobby, you are invited as my guest. You don’t have to clean or serve anyone tonight,” she said kindly.

“But...Dobby likes to serve and clean,” he said looking to Harry, and then Ron who sat beside her.

“Alright Dobby, but I insist you take some time off to have some fun too,” she sighed, seeing the hurt look that was in the house elf’s eyes.

Dobby was smiling ear to ear again. “Can Dobby bring Winky?” he asked. At her nod, he vanished before them, much to the amusement of most of who heard the excitable elf.

Hermione was still laughing while she gave her snow globe another shake, then looked up to the Headmaster. “Thank you,” she mouthed to him. At his nod, she looked over to Ginny, “are you still getting ready in my rooms?” she asked.

“Yes. Got my things here,” Ginny replied motioning to the bag at her feet.

“Isn’t it kind of early to start getting ready?” Ron asked.

“No,” the two girls chorused, then left the table talking quietly to each other.

“They’re up to something. I’d know that look from Ginny anywhere,” Ron said suspiciously.



Ron’s suspicions of Ginny and Hermione were well founded. Once the girls got to Hermione’s rooms, Hermione warded the door and they got to work on their prank they wanted to set up for sometime in the coming weeks. While Ginny got the fire going under the cauldron, Hermione started to prepare the ingredients, going over their plans in more detail. They would have to wait about two weeks until they could actually use the potion as it needed to sit for a higher potency....and they wanted it potent.

As they bottled up the finished potion and cleaned up their supplies and cauldron, they noticed it was about an hour before the party was to start. “Why don’t you have a shower first Gin, while I put the potion away,” Hermione smiled gathering up the vials of the clear potion.

A few hours later, two freshly showered, dressed to kill Gryffindor girls made their appearance in the room of requirement. Hermione smiled as she took in the large room. A large banner hung up on the back wall with ‘Happy Birthday ‘Mione’ on it. Balloons were everywhere, on the ceiling and floors, in all shapes and colors. On closer inspection she noticed a few were actually blown up muggle condoms. A bar was set up on the one side of the room where surprisingly Professor Snape was mixing drinks. Couches and chairs were set up in a couple corners of the room with candles on the tables that glowed dimly compared to the rest of the room. In the center of the room was a large dance floor where it was already filled with writhing, dancing bodies from all the Hogwart’s houses.

Hermione crossed her arms at her chest as she surveyed the room. “So Gin...do you think this is the party we’re looking for?” she smirked to the slightly shorter red-head.

Harry had pulled himself away from the rather good looking guy from Ravenclaw when he noticed Hermione standing by the door of the room. He rushed over to her and hugged her close, lifting her off the ground to swing her around. “Happy birthday ‘Mione,” he laughed. That seemed to be the beginning of her being mauled and kissed by her friends who were all wishing her good wishes.

She then was led to the bar where Professor Snape was pouring a mixture of alcohol into small glasses, unbeknownst to them...not a very strong mixture. “Happy Birthday Miss Granger,” Severus said, giving a small lift to the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you Professor,” she smiled. “What is this?” she asked picking up the small glass.

“It’s a mixture of muggle liqueurs meant to drink in one go,” Severus replied. “I’ve also added an extra ingredient to stop the hangovers that I’m sure everyone would be afflicted with tomorrow without it.”



Blaise and Draco came into the party shortly after to see Hermione at the bar talking to Severus Snape and Remus Lupin, who presently is their Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor again. “Merlin, she looks good in leather,” Blaise said looking at the snug fitting black leather pants that hung low on her hips. What they could see of her top from the back was also black and was also snug with diagonal slashes along the back. When she turned to talk to someone else, they noticed the front was also slashed, teasing them with the sight of part of her stomach and the swell of her breasts.

“Not bad for a muggle born,” Draco agreed liking very much the way she was dressed.

They went up to the bar where Blaise wrapped his arms around Hermione’s waist, pulling her back against his chest. “You look so good,” he whispered by her ear.

She shot back her shooter she had been holding, then turned in Blaise’s arms. “Mmm...you feel good,” she said pressing her body close to his as she kissed his lips.

After a few moments watching the two of them kissing, Draco cleared his throat to get their attention. He was not disappointed when Hermione disentangled herself from Blaise’s arms and kissed him on the mouth, stepping closer to feel his body against hers.

Hermione heard a loud howl coming from Draco and stepped back looking at his jacket where the noise came from. She slowly unzipped the jacket and smiled when a furry multi-colored tabby kitten poked it’s head out, with the most amazing lavender eyes she had ever seen. “It’s beautiful,” she sighed petting the back of the kitten’s head.

“Happy birthday Hermione,” Draco grinned as he reached in his jacket to take the kitten out. “She is a metamorphfeles, and she’s all yours,” he said then handed the kitten to her. “Just watch if she sleeps in your bedroom, she likes to pounce at your feet during the night.”

“I’ve read about this type of cat,” she said snuggling the kitten in her neck as she stroked the fur at it’s back. “Have you asked her to change yet?”

“No, not yet,” Draco replied.

Hermione kissed the kitten on the top of her head and looked it in the eye. “You are a pretty kitty,” she grinned. “I will name you Teega. Do you like that?”

Teega then put her paws on Hermione’s cheek and licked her nose in agreement. Hermione laughed then knelt down on the floor. “Now Teega, can you change into a....panther?” she asked her new pet.

Hermione, Blaise, Harry, and Draco watched as Teega grew in size, it’s fur turning to a shiny black color, where you could see faint spots in the fur. Hermione was then knocked over on her ass as Teega..now in panther cub form, jumped on her chest and began to lick her cheek.

“Okay...okay,” Hermione laughed, “you can change back,” she said still laughing, then in a blink of an eye, she was holding the smaller tabby kitten in her arms.

Blaise reached out his hand to pull her to her feet. “Dance with me Mya,” he asked.

“I’ll take Teega,” Draco said holding out his arms for the kitten to jump into his arms. “Next dance is mine though.”

“Thanks Draco,” she said leaning over to kiss him. “I love her,” she added quietly looking into Draco’s eyes.

Draco watched Blaise and Hermione dance while he talked with Severus. Teega was squirming in his arms, so he let her go, telling her to stay out of trouble and to stay off the dance floor so she wouldn’t get stepped on. She licked his hand then took off like a snitch to cause who knows what kind of trouble.

As soon as Blaise’s dance was over, Draco took his spot and gathered Hermione in his arms. “Where’s Teega?” she asked kissing his cheek.

“Last I saw, she was tormenting Pansy and Finnigan over on the couch,” he smirked.

“I see she likes you a lot,” she grinned.

“Well, she kind of picked me, instead of the other way around,” he grinned. “You’re going to have your hands full for the first little while until you tell her what’s right and what isn’t. It took me about two hours to find my wand this morning, then I had to chase her around to get it from her,” he laughed.

“Anything else I should know about my new pet?” she asked laughing as she pictured a frazzled looking Draco chasing a ball of fur throughout his rooms.

“She likes to sleep by your feet and under the covers,” he replied. “She is also very aware of what’s going on around her. I was working on an essay earlier today when my quill had snapped in half, and was about to get up to get another when she jumped up on the desk with my extra quill in her mouth.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said softly as she tightened her arms around his neck, while he started to lazily nibble on the collarbone that was showing through her shirt.

The song ended and another began when Draco felt a tap on his shoulder. He glanced back to see Ron standing behind him. “Go away Weasel,” he warned, then tightened his hold on Hermione.

“She’s not your property Malfoy,” Ron said glaring at the blonde.

“Draco...I promise a dance later,” Hermione said by his ear, kissing the side of his neck.

He reluctantly stepped back, then watched as Ron put his arms around Hermione. “Too close Weasel,” he warned.

“Possessive ferret isn’t he?” Ron smirked at the glaring Draco, then at Hermione as he pulled her closer to him.

Blaise had seen Draco take a step closer to Ron and quickly went to pull him back. “Come on Drake,” he laughed. “There’s a bunch of Gryffindors starting a game of darts, and I think we should show them how it’s done.”

A few hours later Hermione was led to a couch where she sat down in the middle. Draco and Blaise sat on either side of her while Harry, Ron, and Dobby levitated her presents over. She opened them all, leaving Harry and Ron’s for last, tossing the paper aside on the floor where Teega was playfully swatting and attacking the animated paper, occasionally coming up with bits of ribbon around her body. Not surprisingly, she received a lot of books...which she really didn’t mind. From the professor’s she received a self updating ‘Hogwart’s a History’, that she started flipping through when Blaise gently closed the book and took it out of her hands. She also received a long black leather jacket from the seventh year Gryffindor girls, and a gift box full with massage oils, flavored lubricants, fur lined cuffs, a vibrator...just to mention a few of the items, from the Slytherin girls.

“That looks promising,” Draco murmured in her ear as he looked over her shoulder into the box.

She grinned and kissed his cheek, then looked down at the next present that was placed on her lap. She unwrapped it quickly and her smile grew wider when she saw the Elven History book. “I went to get this the other day, but the sales witch said she had sold it,” she said looking to Ron.

“I had her put it away for me after you said that you would come back for it,” Ron said smiling, glad that his gift was well accepted.

“Thanks Ron,” she said opening the book.

This time Draco reached over to close the book. “Later Hermione,” he smirked, shaking his head, then took the book away to place with the others.

Harry then handed her a small gift wrapped package. She opened it and looked down to see a silver whistle. “Harry?” she enquired, looking up at Harry.

“Blow it,” Harry said then smiled wider when there was snickers around the room. “You guys have a one track mind,” he laughed, then pulled Hermione to her feet. “Now blow. You won’t hear anything, but it does work.”

Hermione placed the whistle to her lips, and blew, then looked to Harry shrugging her shoulders. She was about to ask him what the whistle was about when she saw Ron open the window, then a grey and white owl fly gracefully into the room and land on Harry’s outstretched arm. She stepped closer to pet the owl on the back of the head. “Thank you Harry,” she said leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“I figure it’s about time you had your own owl to send letters to your parents, and then for us to keep in touch after we graduate from here this year,” Harry said. “There’s also a cage that Dobby placed in your rooms for him with a bag of owl treats.”

The owl then glanced down to see Teega who sat on the arm of the couch at she looked up at it. It lifted off Harry’s arm to land beside the kitten. Hermione had to smile as Teega began to swat at the owl, then started to laugh harder when the owl nipped the kitten’s ear for her to roll onto her back, which made her roll right off the arm of the couch onto the cushion beside Draco.



Everyone soon drifted back to the bar or onto the dance floor while Hermione played with her two new pets for awhile until Harry pulled her onto the dance floor. She tightened her arms around his neck. “Thank you Harry,” she said by his ear, then pulled back when Harry began to laugh. “What...?” she began to ask, for him then to motion to the dance floor.

She began to laugh with him as she saw Dobby and Winky dancing in the middle of the room. Dobby was wearing a purple and pink vest that clashed big time with his orange and green socks, while Winky wore a pink dress that had some lace to the hem and collar. They were jumping around and wiggling their small bodies to the music, enjoying themselves as guests at the party.

Harry turned back to Hermione who was still smiling as she looked at him. “Glad you like the owl ‘Mione. I just wanted to show you we do appreciate you..and you will always be my best friend,” Harry said.

“That is so sappy,” she laughed, “but I feel the same way,” she grinned then gave him a light kiss on the mouth. “Why didn’t we ever get together Harry?” she asked.

“Not snaky enough for you I guess,” Harry teased. “Besides, it would be like incest or something...that is ...just...so wrong,” he added grimacing dramatically, “and you have the wrong equipment for me,” he laughed.

She was then surprised by strong arms that came around her waist. “Hey Harry, I need to steal her away for awhile,” Blaise grinned, looking over Hermione’s shoulder at Harry.

“Where are we going?” she asked as they were heading towards the door.

“Out,” Blaise said simply.

“But....what about Teega?” she asked looked for her new pet.

“We’ll take care of her ‘Mione,” Harry said pointing to the bar where the kitten was sitting on the bar, swiping at Severus’s hands as he was handing the drinks to a couple of students.

Hermione nodded her head and let Blaise lead her out of the room. Once in the hall he brought out a silk scarf. “And what do you plan on doing with that?” she smirked, crossing her arms at her chest.

“I need to blindfold you for your next surprise,” he replied. She let him cover her eyes then turned his back to her. “Come on...I’ll piggy back you to where we’re going,” he said pulling her arm towards him.

She hung on tight, nibbling onto the side of his neck as they went down the stairs. She became aware of the cooler air and knew she was in the dungeons. She felt Blaise reach out his arm, opening a door, then them walking through with the door closing behind them. The smell of burning candles and a fire crackling in a fireplace overwhelmed her senses, the warmth of the room adding to her already warming her body.

He let her down, then walked behind her, moving her hair from her neck to tease the slender column with his tongue. “Tonight Mya, you must be the submissive one....do what you are told...no questions asked,” he instructed huskily.

She could only nod her head as his arms went around her waist from behind. Her head went back against his shoulder as his hand slipped under her shirt to touch the skin just under her breast, then groaned out loud when the warm hands left her body.

“I’m going to remove the blindfold now, but keep your eyes closed until told to open them,” Blaise said by her ear.

She felt his heat as he moved to face her and pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth, then sighed as he moved away, still feeling the imprint of his lips on hers. She then heard the door open and close and felt his presence gone.

“Open your eyes Hermione,” she then heard.

She opened them to see Draco sitting on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard, the covers bunched down to his naked waist. ‘Gods...he looks good,’ she thought to herself as she took a couple of steps towards him wanting to run her hands over all the glorious skin.

He shook his head and held up his hand. “Not yet,” he smirked. “First, I want you to take all your clothes off, then lay face down on the bed...head towards the foot of the bed.”

“Why?” she asked, starting to unzip her pants.

“Remember Hermione...no questions,” he smirked and motioned for her to continue to undress.

She licked her lips as she gazed at his upper body, then saw the promise of things to come in his eyes. She kicked off her shoes and leaned down to pull her socks off. She looked up to see he had not moved, but his eyes followed her every movement. Her hands went to the hem of her top and slowly pulled it over her head, leaving her in a barely-there black silk bra.

Draco’s hungry gaze watched as she took each piece of clothing off, restraining himself from pouncing on her when she stood in just her bra and panties. “Everything Hermione,” he said his voice husky with need. Her bra came off first while she walked closer to the bed, then her panties, that she kicked to the side. “On the bed,” he instructed.

She looked at him steadily as she crawled onto the bed in front of him with cat-like grace. She lay on her stomach, placing her hands under her chin as she waited for her next instructions, then closed her eyes as she felt his fingers travel up the back of her leg.

“You’re beautiful Hermione,” he quietly said. “Keep your eyes closed, and don’t look back until I tell you that you can,” he added as he moved to her side. “Lift your hips,” he said placing his hand on her lower back.

He let his hand skim over the smooth warm skin of her backside, then slipped two fluffy pillows under her hips. He placed the palm of his hand on her lower back and gave a little push until her hips rested on the pillows. “So...tell me Hermione..how old are you today?” he asked smoothing his hand up her back.

“Seventeen,” she sighed.

“Isn’t it a muggle tradition or something that when someone’s birthday comes up they get the bumps?” he asked moving his hand to her backside.

“Yes,” she replied guessing where this was going, and surprisingly looking forward to it.

He kneeled behind her and touched the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs before him. His hand went higher until he felt the trimmed hair, then slid up to find that she was wet already. He felt her push her hips back, then grinned as he pulled his hand away.

She jumped in surprise when she felt the first sting of the slap to her backside, a burning sensation followed by his hand caressing the warm skin. When she let out her held breath and sighed from the slight pain, his hand came down again...and again. After about the tenth or eleventh slap, his hand stopped and rested on the burning skin of her ass. She sighed in relief when his hand softly caressed the tender skin, then felt wet lips cooling her as he placed gentle kisses and licks over the red skin. She moaned and pressed her forehead to the mattress as she felt his fingers graze up the inside of her thigh, then those same fingers massaging her swollen clit.

“Do you like that ‘Mione?” he huskily asked as he kneeled up behind her.

“Yes,” she replied quietly, then moaned again when she felt the head of his erection glide between her legs, just teasing her opening, then to rub against her clit. “Draco...please...I need...” she pleaded.

Draco was happy to comply, aching for his own release. He slid his cock into her wet folds, slowly inching in until he was completely sheathed in her heat. He drew back slowly, then thrust back in, keeping up a steady slow rhythm. While he was thrusting he brought his hand down and smacked the already reddened skin of her bottom, both moaning as her inner walls clenched around his shaft from her flinching from the slap. He gave her another, then gripped her hips as he thrust deep inside of her. One of his hands slid down to the front of her from her hip, between her legs to gently massage her clit, her hand coming up to place it over his as she moved his fingers faster.

Her hips pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust as they quickened their pace, his fingers flying over her sensitive clit until he felt her inner walls pulse against his shaft. He closed his eyes, holding back his own release, then pulled out, his self control almost at it’s breaking point. He leaned down and brushed his tongue over her tender backside as his fingers slid up among her folds to finally dip two fingers inside her as his thumb teased the puckered entrance of her anus.

“Have you ever been fucked here ‘Mione?” he asked hoarsely as he slid his thumb inside the tight entrance.

“Mmm...yes,” she moaned, her senses on over load as his fingers began to plunge in, in both places.

He slid his fingers from her dripping sex, then slid two fingers in her anus, slowly pushing them in and out. He plunged his cock inside of her a few times so he was well lubricated then pulled out to position the head of his cock at her back entrance. He slid past the resistant muscle and slowly entered her tight heat. “You...... okay?” he panted.

“Yes...more....Drake,” she moaned.

He removed one of the pillows then braced his hands at her sides as he thrust in shallow strokes. “Oh....gods.....so...tight,” he panted.

“Faster....Draco....please,” she begged clutching the bed sheets at the side of her head.

He pistoned his thrusts into her, the sweat dripping from his face, onto her back. “Fuck...I can’t....” he moaned in warning before he plunged deep and finally let himself go, cumming deep inside of her, leaving his arms and legs shaking in the aftermath. He placed gentle kisses across her dragon tattoo as he pulled out of her. He reached for his wand and did a quick cleaning spell then rolled her on her back.

“I still owe you a couple you know,” he smirked as he closed the distance to her lips.

“That’s okay, I’ll be lucky to be able to sit as it is,” she grinned, putting her arms around his neck to pull him closer.

“You didn’t mind all that?” he asked giving her a kiss on her neck, then shifted so he was laying on his side, pulling her with him.

“No, don’t think the spankings should be a regular thing,” she laughed, “but I did like the rest.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, not really,” she said as she shifted her weight more on her side.

“I could kiss it better for you,” he smirked seeing the slight twinge of discomfort cross her face.

“Later,” she sighed, then rested her head on his chest, placing her hand at his waist.

Draco reached to his side for the pillow and put it under his head, then pulled up the blanket to cover their cooling bodies. He kissed her forehead, then gave a small smile when he felt her deep breathing on his chest, showing she had fallen asleep. He reached for his wand and did a quick healing charm on her backside, then tightened his hold on her, and soon followed her into an exhausted sleep.

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