Happily Ever After

Chapter One

She walked alone down a dark alley, not really sure where she was going but she walked with purpose like she always had before. It was quiet in Diagon Alley, people normally vacated the place after dark out of fear.

She turned down a narrow street, a lampshade with a street sign stood off to the side, the name of the street covered in a shadow.

She'd never been down this way before, she'd always feared it. But she didn't care right now, she knew she could have a good time there, plus nothing was open anywhere else.

She hugged her cloak around her, the autumn wind whipping her brown hair behind her. A sound like the bass on a stereo was heard in the distance. She walked towards it, as if drawn.

A large neon looking sign hung outside a dark brick building. The sound coming from within seemed to vibrate the street. With a smile, Hermione walked into the wizard nightclub, sure she could drink away her thoughts.

The whole place was a shade of black shadows except for a moderately sized dance floor, lit up with different colours of strobe lights. A beat vibrated through the air, up to the tables above the dance floor.

Hermione dropped her cloak off at the cloak check as mens eyes followed her as she walked. Her fitting black dress hugging her petite body, all the insecurities from when she'd purchased it melting away.

She ignored all the stares, not quite knowing what to do with this kind of attention, and made her way over to the bar, eager to drown out that damned voice in her head.

The war took a turn for the worst during seventh year. The whole Forbidden Forest was burned to the ground about a month in, killing all the creatures who'd called it home. McGonagall had had no choice but to close the school.

From then on, it was nothing but training and tutors for the Golden Trio. The Order needed them to be ready to fight at any time, and Harry insisted they train before searching for the Horcruxes.

That was two years ago and the war was still going strong. The Horcruxes were harder to locate then the trio had expected, but luckily Voldemort was biding his time, waiting to strike where he needed to most.

So Hermione's life was lived day by day after that. She never knew if she'd live to see the next year, month or week. She lived in constant fear of a group of Death Eater coming to finish off the ones she loved. So that's why, last year, when Ron had proposed, she'd agreed before she could give it a second thought.

Night after night in Grimmauld Place, Hermione's mind continously asked the question she'd refused to ask herself; did she really want this?

It's as if it had been set in stone, she was to be the brainy, bossy friend of the famous Harry Potter until death due them part. And because of that, her life was laid out before her. No boys ever noticed her because she was too smart, so she'd been destined to marry her other best friend, Ron Weasley. Together the trio would track down the Horcruxes and eventually defeat the Dark Lord. The whole Wizarding World was depending on them.

She felt pressured constantly, pressured to be the best, the smartest, the strongest, the first. She had to be little miss perfect, it was set in stone by the time she was eleven.

But what if she didn't want to be the nerdy girl who got good grades, but never noticed? What if she wanted to be sexy and wild, to not have a care in the world but where she'd sleep the next night. She wanted to live the wild life, she have one night stands, drink fiurewhiskey and cuss. But after the next day, she could kiss those dreams good-bye. The next day she was to be married to Ron in a ceremony of hundreds, the whole Wizarding World wanted to see the Muggleborn Gryffindor Princess marry Ronald Weasley, the poor pureblood with more kids then they can afford. But it was too late to change that now, all she could was try to have fun while she still could.

So Hermione walked over to the bar, taking a seat infront of a dishy looking bar tender spelling mugs dry.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" The bar tender asked with a smile. Hermione felt herself blush and tried to calm herself down.

"Just a butterbeer, for now." She replied in the sexiest voice she could muster, batting her thick eyelashes and twirling her wavey hair around a slim finger.

The bartender accioed a cold mug of butterbeer, handing it to Hermione with a flirty wink. She giggled like the other girls at school had with the boys in her year, taking a small sip and letting the warmth engulf her body.

As she sat there drinking her drink, she watched the people on the dance floor, moving rythmically and expertly to the techno music. The dance moves they were doing were things she'd never even seen in the bedroom, but expected anyone experienced would have done. As she watched them as if in a hypnotic trance, her mind wandered to her husband-to-be.

Ron had been her boyfriend since the summer before seventh year, having finally gotten the courage to ask her out at Fleur and Bill's wedding. For the longest time Hermione had wished that Ron would confess his love to her and they'd live happily ever after. But it didn't work like that. After he'd proposed, she began to have doubts about her feelings for him. She began to wonder if this was really love, or just what everyone expected of her.

Hermione had never been with another boy in her life. Ron had been her first, the only boy she had had eyes for, or so everyone thought.

Everyone believed Hermione was this perfect, innocent girl from a muggle family. She may have played the part well, but the true Hermione was much much different and she was tired of being who everyone wanted her to be.

So here she was, ready for a last fling, something to bring her boring life of a goody-goody to an exciting close and settled into the married life she was destined to live.

After her fifth butterbeer, Hermione's head began to spin and she was becoming considerably more giggley. She turned around to order her first ever firewhiskey, but the bar tender was nowhere to be seen.

Looking around, she couldn't find the guy, so she decided to try out the dance floor, suddenly more confident.

Hermione made her way over to the mass of people, their bodies grinding up against each other's, making the room almost unbearably hot. She found a spot that wasn't so crowded and began moving her body to the music. She nearly stumbled in her stilletoe shoes, but was caught from behind by a pair of strong arms.

"You have to move your hips like this." Said a familiar voice in her ear as a pair of hands made their way to her hips, moving them in time with the beat.

Hermione felt the man behind her start to grind into her backside, making her feel even more hot. She moved her hips with his guidance, hearing his groan slightly at the contact. Motivated by the man's reaction, she moved her hips faster, feeling his erection begin to poke at the small of her back.

"It's getting pretty hot over here, how bout we go back to my table?" The man's voice said in her ear, his hot breath tickling at her neck. She nodded her head, allowing the tall man to take her hand and guide her up a flight of stairs and to a darkened table.

His face was covered by a dark viel of shadows, but Hermione felt no fear. She felt completely safe in the presence of this stranger, her clouded mind unable to comprehend how potentially dangerous this was.

"What's your drink?" The man sitting across from her asked, leaning back casually in his seat.

"Firewhiskey." Was her reply, deciding not to tell him it was her first time really drinking. The man snapped his fingers, a bottle of Ogden's appearing before them with two show glasses. The man poured them each a drink, handing one to her.

"Cheers." He said, holding his glass up as if toasting to something. Hermione clinked her shot glass against his and chugged the warm liquid down. The brown liquid travelled down her throat, burning all the way down. She scrunched up her face as she tried to catch her breath, coughing and feeling like an idiot.

"Take it easy," The man told her with a chuckle. "This stuff's pretty strong if you're not used to it." Hermione replied with her version of a sexy smile, holding the glass out for the man to refill it.

The man leaned forward and filled her drink, allowing Hermione to get a glimpse of a pale, pointed face. She stared at the man, now reconcealed by a shadow, having an odd familiar feeling which she immdeiately shook off to take another shot.

The man didn't talk much, just kept pouring her more drinks which she accepted. Long after she'd lost count of her alcohol consumption, Hermione found herself back on the dance floor, suddenly able to grind to the music.

Her face felt hot and flush and her mind was so clouded she could barely comprehend where she was. All she knew was that she was finally having fun, and it was about bloody time!

As a slow song began to sound through the invisible speakers, Hermione turned herself around to slow dance with the man, but he stepped backwards just as she got a glimpse of platinum blonde hair hanging in his face.

"I don't do slow songs." He told her, leading her back to their table.

After another few shots, the two were finally talking. He mostly was asking her questions, but she had no objections to lying about herself.

"So, you got a boyfriend?" The man asked with what looked like a smirk.

"If I did, do you think I'd be here right now?" Hermione replied, sipping on her Ogdens' on the rocks. A low chuckle came from the man across from her.

"Yeah, actually." He told her with another smirk as Hermione got that odd feeling again.

"Someone's overly confident." Hermione told him in a flirty voice.

"I just call it as I see it." The man said, leaning foreward to look her in the eyes, causing her to gasp. His silver eyes were so bright, but seemed to hold no life in them. His pointed featured were turned into a smirk as Hermione stared, trying to place his face.

As Hermione stared, her bright brown eyes trying to focus on the man infront of her, he leaned his face closer, capturing her lips in a kiss. His tongue prodded at her closed lips, begging for entrance. Hermione opened her mouth ever so slightly, allowing his tongue to massage her's. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire, something she'd never experience before. Her hands ached to touch the man kissing her, and her body begged for him to touch her as well.

Next thing she knew, they were kissing and pushing open a door. She felt as if she was spinning around as his hands roamed over her tight dress. He cupped and massaged her breasts as she began to grind her hips into his obvious erection. He pushed her forcefully against the wall, looking into her lust clouded eyes. He studied her face for a bit, as if contemplating on whether to go through with it or not. After a few moments, his mouth ravished her's again as his hands slipped off the shoulder straps of her dress.

At the sight of her breasts being just barely confined in a lacy black bra, he expertly unclasped the bra with ease, dropping it to the floor.

The man took an already hard nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking it, making Hermione moan and arch her back at the new sensation as his other hand massaged the breast his mouth was neglecting. As the man sucked, his silver eyes looked into Hermione face, seemingly amused at the reaction he was getting. The dress slid down Hermione's small hips, falling in a pile at her ankles.

At the sight of her practically nude, tiny form, the man let out a low growl of arousal. His hand snaked from her breast down the the top of her lace knickers, teasing her with soft strokes. Hermione reacted by bucking her hips upward, her body begging for the contact. The man's mouth let go of her nipple and began to bite and suck her neck as his hand made it's way into her last piece of clothing.

Hermione felt a finger begin to work her clit, causing her to become even more wet. She whimpered with pleasure as her head swimmed, drinking in the new sensations. The man plunged a finger into her core, working her g spot by pumping a finger in and out. Hermione shuddered when he added another finger, pumping into her harder. Her walls began to contract around his fingers as she felt her whole body shudder.

Hermione moaned out as her whole body tensed, the man's figures pumping in harder and faster. She felt an odd sensation build up in her stomache and then spread to her fingers and toes. She wrapped one leg around the man's waist as her nails dug into his shoulder blades.

The man removed his fingers from Hermione's dripping hole, pulling her knickers down with them to reveal soft brown curls. He then picked her up and brought her over to the bed in the middle of the room, placing her down gently on the silk covers. Hermione reached up, unbuttoning the man's shirt and sliding it off his muscular chest. Her fingers traced his hard abs, his pale skin feeling cool against her hot body as he pressed his form against her's.

Hermione helped the blonde with his belt, throwing it to the floor and begining to work on his pants. When she started to have trouble with the zipper, her wordlessly undid it, pulling his pants down to reveal green silk boxers.

Hermione licked her lips at the sight infront of her. She couldn't register the pale face, but she drank in the image of his muscles and wide shoulders.

The man then lowered himself onto the bed, settling between Hermione's legs as she opened them wide. He slowly slid off his boxers, releasing his large, pulsing erection. Hermione nearly moaned at the sight, having never been so turned on by the male form. He gave her a smirk at the look on her face as she bit her lip. He then positioned himself between her legs again and thrusted into her, hard.

Hermione felt slight pain at the intrusion, this man being slightly bigger then Ron. Her body soon adapted to his size and he thrusted into her again. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, her body needing him to go in deeper. She bucked her hips in time with his thrusts, moaning out loud.

As he began to thrust in harder, Hermione felt that pleasurable sensation build up inside her again. Sensing this by her clamping inner muscles, the man pumped harder into her, grunting as he plunged into her.

Hermione arched her back, biting her lip to keep from screaming as her orgasm overtook her. Her body shuddered from its intensity as she felt the man's seed shoot into her, causing more pleasure to shoot through her veins.

The man continued his thrusts as both their bodies glistened with sweat. The only sound throughout the room was the sound of their bare skin smacking off each other.

Hermione felt the man's fingers working her clit again as he took her nipple in his mouth. The two sensations, along with his deep thrusts, drove her over the edge again, this time screaming out as the pleasure overtook her.

After she came again, the man pulled out and rolled over to lay beside her. Hermione moaned at the loss of contact as both lay panting.

Suddenly, she felt completely exhausted and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

To Be Continued...

Ok, so I got this idea for this story and I just had to write it, but I haven't written any smut scenes for a while so please, be gentle. I don't know how often I can update this story, but I intend on doing so if people like it. Don't worry, I plan on still continuing Stolen Innocence for any of youu reading this who also read that story too. So, please, tell me what youu think, I'd really like to hear it !

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