Same Time Next Week

Title: Same Time Next Week
Author: S E Spotwood
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Blackmail and a dare gone wrong lead to a surprising discovery for Hermione and Draco.
Word count: 8491 (according to Word)
Disclaimer: Not mine...just messin’ around with ‘em.
Warnings: Implied slash, yummy explicit shagging, nasty fucking language
Beta: My Goddess!sapphyre_twins *licks you*. Britpicked by \"luciology\"> thanks hun!
Feedback: Yes please!

Same Time Next Week

“Oh bloody hell!” Pansy cried out in shock.

“Shut it Parkinson!” Goyle shouted as he jumped away from Crabbe and quickly pulled his trousers up.

“What, my mouth or the door?” Pansy smirked.

“Both,” a very embarrassed Crabbe muttered.

“Who would’ve figured that you two were a couple of poufs? Crabbe and Goyle nancy-boy shirtlifters...this is brilliant! Draco will go mental when he finds out his best mates are gay.” She turned to leave, then paused, looked over her shoulder and grinned mischievously at Crabbe. “You’ve got a little something right here.” She pointed to the corner of her mouth. With a satisfied cackle, she headed out the door.

After only a few steps down the corridor, Pansy felt a pair of strong hands on her waist, restricting her movement. “Let me go Goyle, you great oaf!” she shrieked as the large boy lifted her off her feet and carried her back into the unused classroom.

Shoving her down into a chair, Goyle spat, “You will not tell Draco or anyone about this! Got that?!”

“Come on, Goyle...the two of you are way too big to fit in the closet,” Pansy teased.

Goyle stuck his wand under Pansy’s chin. “I’m dead serious; you keep your mouth shut.”

“Why should I?”

“Look at him,” Goyle gestured to Crabbe, who had his head in his hands. “He’s not ready. He’ll lose it if this gets out.”

“And you think I care about that?”

Goyle glanced at Crabbe and then sighed loudly. “Pansy, please,” he pleaded sincerely.

After contemplating the situation for a moment, Pansy presented an offer. “You get Draco to shag me and I’ll keep your nasty little secret.”


Goyle rolled his eyes. “And get expelled with five months until graduation? No deal.”

“Why would you get expelled?”

“Well, I’d have to hex him now, wouldn’t I?”

Crabbe let out a small laugh.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, Crabbe? I hope you’re still laughing when I tell the entire school that I caught you with Goyle’s tremendous cock down your throat. You know if I wasn’t so repulsed, I’d be impressed with your oral abilities, Crabbe…good show,” Pansy drawled.

Crabbe made a choking sound and gave Goyle a pleading look.

“Vinny relax, she’s not telling anyone,” Goyle tried to reassure him.

“You’re damn straight I am...oh wait, you’re not, are you?” Pansy guffawed.

“How about Nott or Zabini, either of them’ll do you...hell, they’ll both do you together,” Goyle bargained with Pansy.

“Been there, done them both...booooring!” She yawned dramatically.

“Well, you’ve been after Draco for years, how do you expect us to convince him to shag you?”

“You don’t have to convince him, just dare him.”

Goyle exhaled a laugh. “Dare? As in Truth or Dare?” She nodded. We’re not in second year anymore, Pansy.”

“This plan is almost as simple as you, Goyle. You know Draco can’t pass up a challenge. All you have to do is dare him to play Truth or Dare. You know he’ll choose dare...he doesn’t know the meaning of the word truth, after all.”

“And we dare him to shag you? He won’t do it. There’s no way in hell he’s going to do it.”

“All right, tone it down fairy boy. You’re not going to use my name. He’s too smart for that; he’d smell that setup straight away.” Pansy covered her mouth with her fingertips and pretended to giggle. “Ooh, there’s that word again.”

Crabbe whimpered.

“Mate, relax,” Goyle whispered, then turned his attention to Pansy. “I’ll do it, but you have to tell me what to say, obviously you have this all planned out.”


~~~~~~~

“Draco,” answered Blaise Zabini.

“What the fuck?!” spat Draco. “What kind of bloody question was that anyway Goyle? Why do you want to know what guy Zabini would shag?”

“If I had to,\" Blaise stressed. “The question was what guy would I shag if I had to,” he clarified.

Draco rolled his eyes, stood up and moved to the other side of Crabbe, distancing himself from Zabini.

“I don’t believe that I am this fucking bored that I am actually playing Truth or Dare with you sorry lot,” Draco drawled.

His friends were used to his whining. They had been subject to Draco’s belittlement for years now, but each of them knew that behind the complaints and ridicules lived a true friend who would always watch their backs.

Ignoring his grumbles, as usual, Nott said, “All right, Zabini, it’s your turn.”

Blaise studied his friends for a brief moment. “Crabbe...truth or dare?” he asked.

“You better say dare,” warned Draco. “I do not want to know which bloke you’re hard for.”

Goyle chuckled. Crabbe paled and stuttered, “D-d-dare.”

“I dare you to...” Blaise began.

“Wait!” Draco interrupted. He then took his wand from his pocket, tapped Crabbe on the head and muttered something under his breath.

“What was that?” the others asked curiously; a touch of alarm could be heard in Crabbe’s voice.

“You know Crabbe always chickens out of dares. That was just a little insurance policy,” Draco vaguely explained.

“What did you do to him, Malfoy?” snapped Goyle.

“Relax there big guy, it’s nothing horribly dangerous. Put it this way, if Crabbe doesn’t follow through with his dare, something...well, it’s something to do with his name.”

Draco smirked at Nott, who guffawed.

“Bloody hell,” grimaced Crabbe as he squirmed a bit.

“Just do what you’re dared and there won’t be a problem,” Draco pointed out.

“Why don’t you charm yourself then,” Goyle suggested.

Draco’s lip curled and his eyebrow slowly arched. “Are you implying that I would back out of a dare?”

Goyle simply stared Draco down, silently challenging him. He figured this would clinch his end of the deal with Pansy.

Draco rolled his eyes, tapped his wand to his temple and muttered the same spell. “Satisfied?”

Goyle nodded, but thought that simply coming out would be easier than getting Draco to shag Pansy, spell or not. He glanced at Crabbe and sighed. Crabbe was terrified of being discovered. He had admitted a few months back that he had been denying his desires for his best mate for the past year. His parents were classic homophobes and the entire family had shunned Crabbe’s cousin Hunter when he came out.

It was only because they were pissed beyond rationalization that Crabbe hadn’t hexed Goyle when he told him he had been dreaming of shagging him since third year. Crabbe was shocked and thrilled. After just one kiss from Goyle, Crabbe dragged him off to the Quidditch changing rooms. In the morning, the two thoroughly exhausted boys were both singing eternal praises to Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey for bringing them together at last.

“All right,” continued Blaise, “I dare you to suck Goyle’s...” he paused for a dramatic effect.

Crabbe held his breath.

Draco glared disgustedly at Blaise.

Nott bit his lip to hold in his laughter.

Goyle grinned mischievously.

“Toes,” Blaise finished with a smirk.

With a great sigh of relief, Crabbe turned to Goyle. “Umm, I guess you should take your shoe off.”

After applying several cleansing charms to his foot, Goyle nodded to Crabbe.

Crabbe lifted Goyle’s foot and shyly opened his mouth just a bit.

“Let’s go Crabbe...we don’t have all night,” complained Blaise.

“Just suck it, all right,” urged Nott.

“Bloody hell, my social life is utterly shameful,” Draco sighed.

Crabbe closed his eyes and lowered his mouth over Goyle’s big toe. He tried his best not to think of it as a toe, but as something else of Goyle’s that Crabbe more than than enjoyed having his lips around.

Blaise and Nott rolled on the floor of the empty classroom (their usual hang out), stomachs aching from laughter.

However, after a full minute had passed, the three boys gaped at Crabbe as he seductively sucked on his mate’s toe.

“Fuck, Crabbe, that’s enough!” Draco shouted.

Crabbe sat back, his face bright red.

“I think he liked it,” Nott muttered to Blaise.

“Ok Vinny, your turn,” Goyle told Crabbe as he surreptitiously adjusted his robes to hide his growing erection.

Crabbe took a deep breath and turned to Draco. “All right, truth or dare?” he asked.

“Dare, obviously,” Draco drawled, sighing exasperatedly.

\"All right, I dare you to shag...\"

\"STOP!\" shouted Draco. He whipped his wand out and aimed it at Crabbe. \"If the next word out of your mouth is a guy’s name, I will rip your tongue out with my bare hands. And if you have the audacity to say the name of a certain scarhead freak, I will AK you and your entire family.\"

Blaise and Nott chuckled.

Goyle glared at Draco and fought the urge to comfort his lover.

Crabbe gulped and shook his head adamantly. \"No, no. I...I...I,\" he stuttered, \"I dare you to shag the first girl who says the words Filch\'s office to you.\"

The boys all gaped disbelievingly.

\"That\'s ridiculous,\" Goyle played along, \"who\'s going to say that?\" He, of course, knew very well that Pansy planned on asking Draco to borrow his Potions text, saying she left hers in Filch’s office during detention. That was actually true, Goyle made sure of it. He knew Draco would suspect a set-up.

Draco, thinking he was getting off easy, hushed Goyle and said, \"No, a dare is a dare...I accept.\"

\"You\'re a bloody wanker, Crabbe,\" Nott laughed.

\"That was a cop out if I\'ve ever heard one,\" said Blaise. \"You shouldn\'t be so frightened of Draco, Crabbe.\"

Draco leaned across Crabbe, shoved his wand under Blaise\'s chin and warned, \"You should be more frightened, Zabini.\"

Blaise’s eyes widened, but he smirked nervously and exhaled a laugh. He was fairly certain Draco wouldn’t really hurt him.

“We should be getting back to the dorms,” Crabbe said as he stood up, “it’s after curfew.”

“What are you? A bloody Gryffindor all of a sudden?” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Not all Gryffindors are good, you know,” retorted Nott.

“Yeah, Goyle and I have seen Potter sneaking around down here in the dungeons several times in the past few months,” Crabbe told them.

“First of all Crabbe...do not let me hear you say that name again,” Draco warned. “Second of all, if he was sneaking around, you wouldn’t see him; he has that brilliant invisibility cloak.” Draco rubbed his chin. “I should owl father and ask him to send me his. I could find out what scarhead’s been doing down here.”

They walked out of the room together to head back to the Slytherin common room. When they turned the corner, they all froze in their tracks.

“What’s this? Five students out of their house after curfew?” Hermione spoke in her most authoritative Head Girl voice.

“And what are you doing down here, Granger?” drawled Draco, his eyebrow arched and mouth formed into its usual smirk.

“I was escorting Harry to Professor Snape’s office, not that it’s any of your business. I am the Head Girl; I don’t need permission to be about after hours.”

“Hey Zabini, did you know that Granger was Head Girl?” Draco teased and nodded toward Blaise.

“You know, I think I may have heard something about that,” Blaise played along.

“Me too,” Goyle jumped in, “only about a million times.”

Hermione pursed her lips and with her hand propped jauntily on her hip, she clicked her tongue. “Either return to your common room or I will be forced to take further action. I have the authority to not only deduct house points but to issue detentions as well.”

“So you’ve mentioned,” Draco rolled his eyes and leaned up against the wall.

“One would think you wanted detention, Malfoy.”

“We’re going, we’re going,” said Goyle as he and the others started slowly down the corridor.

Draco however, folded his arms across his chest and smiled mischievously at Hermione. “Weasley must be a god-awful shag,” he dared to suggest.

Blaise, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle froze in their tracks, but didn’t turn around. They stayed in case their mate needed backup, but stayed out of it enough to cover their own arses.

Embarrassment and anger turned Hermione’s face bright red. “I beg your pardon.” Ice dripped dangerously from her voice. “That is none of your business and is completely irrelevant to this situation. Return to your common room at once, or I will assign detention.”

Draco stood his ground, but his eyes dropped to Hermione’s heaving chest, then slowly back up to her face. Her expression was livid. Draco couldn’t resist messing with her a bit more.

“Maybe if you had yourself a decent shag, you wouldn’t be so bloody uptight.”

“THAT’S IT!” Hermione stomped her foot and whipped out a pad from the pocket of her robes. She tapped her wand on the top sheet, tore it off, angrily and shoved it at Draco. “Detention, Malfoy! Straight after dinner you are to report to Filch’s office.”

“WHAT?!!” Draco’s friends shouted. They spun around and quickly ran back to where Draco stood.

“What did you just say?” Goyle insisted.

Hermione backed up slightly, keeping a firm grip on her wand. “I’ve issued Malfoy detention and unless you would also like me to take house points from Slytherin, you’d better be moving on.” Her voice was slightly shaky, but firm.

“No, no…what exactly did you say?” Crabbe asked; all color had drained from his face.

Hermione glanced at Draco, who wore a simply devilish grin, then turned back to Crabbe, shook her head and replied, “I told him to report to Filch’s office.”

Blaise grabbed Nott’s arm and the two of them gaped at Hermione. They suddenly guffawed and dropped to the floor, rolling around with laughter.

“For God’s sake…what is so funny?” Hermione huffed impatiently. “Get up, right this instant.” She stomped her foot again.

The boys stumbled to their feet, hanging on each other for support, gasping for air.

“Would the two of you care to join your mate?” Hermione asked; holding up the pad of detention slips in a threatening manner.

Nott bent over with laughter. Blaise wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist to keep him from falling again. He nodded his head quickly. “Please yes…we would definitely like to join in,” Blaise said to Hermione. Both boys let out a loud cackle of laughter.

“What the hell is going on out here, Miss Granger?” snarled Professor Snape from the end of the corridor.

The boys, with the exception of Draco, bolted off in the direction of their common room.

“I’m sorry, Professor Snape.” Hermione stood up straight. “Your students were out after hours. Mr. Malfoy refused to return to his dormitory, so I was forced to issue him detention,” Hermione explained in her Head Girl voice.

Snape ran an exhausted hand through his hair.

“Are you all right, Professor? You look a bit disheveled.” Hermione rolled her eyes as Draco kissed up to his Head of House.

Snape had discarded his usual billowing robes and although it was hard to tell from this distance, Hermione could swear that his jacket was misbuttoned.

“I prefer not to be interrupted in the middle of a lesson, Mr. Malfoy. The quicker Mr. Potter is off to bed, the happier we shall both be. Now return to the common room at once.”

“But the detention?” Draco held up the slip, hoping Snape would excuse him.

“Miss Granger does not issue detentions on a whim, Mr. Malfoy. You will serve it.” With an almost respectful nod to Hermione, Snape returned to his office, slamming the door behind himself.

Hermione smirked at Draco.

“Night, night, Granger,” he drawled, then puckered up and kissed the air.

Hermione huffed and stormed off in the opposite direction.

~~~~~~~