Dealing With the Consequences

A/N: Just letting you all know that this story is NOT Deathly Hallows compatible simply because, it's just easier to start off from book 6. I hope you all enjoy this story, I'm trying to make it my best one yet. Mak sure you let me know what you think!Much love...



Chapter One

"Come on Hermione, everyone's meeting by the lake!" Hermione Granger heard Lavender Brown shout as she ran out the door past her. It was the final week of their last year at Hogwarts. Exams were over; lessons were over. They were completely done. There was nothing for the graduates to do but to relax and have fun before their graduation ceremony.

Hermione had just finished her final exam, Advanced Ancient Runes. She knew she'd done well on the exam; she'd done well on all her exams. She always did well, and soon, all her years of studying were going to pay off.

The school year had been an extremely eventful one. Their seventh year had been post poned a year after Dumbledore had been murdered. A much needed break for Hermione and her two best friends, Ron and Harry. In that time the trio had managed to not only discover and destroy all six horcruxes, but they were also able to have that final battle. The battle of the dark versus the light, good versus evil. It had been a tough battle, full of loss. Hermione had devised a plan, along with the Order, to distract Voldemort. She'd been deulling with Bellatrix Lestrange when it had happened; Harry had killed Voldemort as soon as he'd let his gaurd down. In a fit of rage, Lucius Malfoy had lunged at him and was quickly cursed out of nowhere. Everyone had been shocked, each and every Death Eater had frozen as their lord fell. The lot of them had been so shocked, the Order had taken advantage of the situation and resumed fighting.

All of the Death Eaters that had been fighting there that day were killed. Those dumb enough to try and escape were hunt down. It was horrible. Bodies fell to the ground from all angles. The ground had been overcrowded with corpses, spells flying every which way. Hermione, Ron and Harry had refused to join in on the killings, instead stupefying every Death Eater that came their way. One by one, they all dropped like flies until there were none left.

Soon after the final battle, trials began. Many families rumoured to be Death Eaters were tried. Many were found guilty, such as the Notts, Goyles and Crabbes. One family however, shocked the wizarding world. Narcissa Malfoy and her son Draco had stood trial, willingly under the influence of Veriteserum. The two had admitted that they had been under the strict influence of Lucius, Voldemort's right hand man who had been killed at the battle. The two Malfoys had never wanted to become Voldemort's followers, so they had gone behind Lucius' back and joined the Order as spies. There story was quickly confirmed by Molly Weasley and Remus Lupin. The two were let free.

When Hermion, Ron and Harry received their Hogwarts letters one year later, they had been shocked to say the least. When they arrived at their second home, Hermione had been made Head Girl, and Harry, Ron and herself were all given awards for bravery.

Malfoy had also returned to the school. He was made Head Boy, no surprise there, and Hermione had been forced to share a common room with him. Surprisingly, that hadn't turned out so bad. Hermione had quickly learned that, without his father, Malfoy was a very different person. He still acted as though he was above her, but now, it was because he was rich, not because she was muggleborn. The two had actually grown friendly towards eachother, even studying for their exams together late into the night.

But now, that was all over. Hermione had just finished her last exam, so there was no more studying to be done. In a week's time, she'd be on the train home for the final time. It saddened her to think that she would never be returning, but it also excited her to know that another chapter of her life was about to begin.

As Hermione made her way to the Heads' Quarters, she saw many of her classmates rush past her, eager to celebrate. The seventh years were throwing an all night bash out near the lake, a tradition for seventh years since Hogwarts had been opened. The bash happened every year, and it was rumoured that, sometimes, even Hagrid would join in.

Now, Hermione had never been much of a party girl herself. Sure, she was known to have a few drinks at New Year's, and even last year at the Burrow she'd gotten drunk and awoken to find herself naked in Ron's bed, but she'd never really partied with her friends just because. Aside from that one New Year's, she'd never even been drunk before. But tonight, she figured she deserved to party. She was graduating top of her year, she needed a night of fun.

"Hey Hermione!" Hermione turned around, looking for the person who'd called her name. She soon spotted Ginny Weasley making her way towards her.

"Hi Gin, what can I help you with?" Hermione asked her with a smile. She was rather shocked to see Ginny alone, ever since she and Harry had finally started dating five months ago, it was rare to see them apart.

"I was just wondering if you're going to show up at that seventh years' party tonight?" Ginny asked her, balancing her books on her hip. Although Ginny wasn't graduating that year, Harry had invited her to the party. It was unusual for a sixth year to attend the party, but it did happen sometimes. Besides, nearly every seventh year liked Ginny, and why wouldn't they? She was pretty, smart, athletic, and unlike most of the girls Hermione had met at school, Ginny was interested in more then just boys and her looks. Harry was very lucky to have someone like her.

"Actually, I think I'm going to go." Hermione told her.

"Really?" Ginny asked with a wide smile. "That's great! I can't wait to see you there."

"Okay then I'll see you later." Hermione said, waving as the younger girl hurried off to Gryffindor Tower, probably to find Harry.

When Hermione arrived at her common room, she wasn't surprised to find it empty. Malfoy and his girlfriend Pansy Parkinson had been having problems, like they usually did every month, so she guessed he'd decided to be with her before the party. Hermione made her way up her staircase and into her scarlet and gold themed room. Placing her bookbag next to the door, Hermione pulled the ponytail out of her hair, allowing her long curls to flow freely down her back. Checking her watch, she saw she had just over an hour before the party was set to begin. Wanting to for once pamper herself, she decided to begin getting ready.

A half hour later, Hermione stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her naked form. Since she had her own bathroom, she was able to walk around barely clothed without worry, something she'd never been able to do. Walking into her room, Hermione opened up her wardrobe to search for an outfit to wear. After staring into the wardrobe for nearly five minutes, she fished out a dark green tanktop she'd never even worn and a pair of jeans that were designed to hug her hips. The jeans and tanktop had been gifts from her cousin Sarah in America, but she'd never had the heart to tell her that they just weren't her style.

After throwing on the clothes and a belt, Hermione spelled her hair dry then used some muggle hairspray to tame the curls. When she was done, she applied a small amount of mascara and lip gloss to complete her look. It wasn't much, but she definately looked different than the everyday Hermione. When she was happy with how she looked, Hermione grabbed a black zip up sweater and made her way to Gryffindor Tower to find Harry and Ron.

"Mione, you look great!" Ron told her as she walked through the portrait door.

"Thanks Ron." Hermione replied with a blush. Even though her and Ron had never worked out, she still got butterflies whenever he gave her that look.

"Seriously Hermione, how did you pull it off?" Ginny asked, looking her friend up and down.

"Okay, I get it. That's enough." Hermione said, the blush wearing off.

"It's about that time," Harry said, checking his watch. "Shall we go?"

"Sounds good to me." Ron agreed.

When the four arrived at the lake, they couldn't believe how many people were there. It seemed like the whole seventh year had showed up. Ginny immediately saw a friend of her's, dragging Harry over by the hand.

"So," Ron said awkwardly. "What should we do first?"

"How about we get ourseleves a drink?" Hermione suggested. The two walked over to a large table filled with all kinds of bottles of alcohol. Ron immediately picked up the bottle of Ogden's Firewhiskey, pouring himself a drink.

"Want some?" Ron asked her, grabbing an extra glass.

"No, I think I'll start off with some butterbeer." She told him, grabbing herself a bottle of the warm liquid.

"Suit yourself." Ron said, taking a deep swig of the amber liquid. Once the drink touched his tongue, Hermione noticed Ron flinch, her face scrunched up in a disgusted look.

"Gross, how can you drink that stuff?" Hermione asked, scrunching up her nose at the smell.

"It's good 'Mione," He replied. "You should try it."

"I think I'm okay, thanks." Hermione opened her bottle, taking a deep drink. The liquid spread warmth from her stomach all the way to her fingers and toes.

"You know Hermione," Ron told her, taking another drink from his bottle. "One of these days, you're gonna regret taking the safe road all the time."

"I do not always take the safe road, Ronald." Hermione argued with her friend. She had to admit, she had missed arguing with Ron. Ever since the two had failed at taking their relationship to the next level, things had been awkward between them. She had pretty much avoided any alone time with Ron, but now it was just like old times. It was something she was grateful for. Perhaps the two of them were finally maturing?

"And how do you not?" Ron challenged her, watching the many couples dancing to the music coming out of nowhere.

"Oh come on, surely you can think of at least twenty times since we've known each other that I've risked my life for you two nitwits." Hermione told him, pointing out the fact.

"Well I'm not talking about things like that," Ron said. "I'm talking about having a little fun. You know, letting loose. You're always so uptight, you need to loosen up."

"I am not uptight."

"Prove it." Ron handed Hermione his now nearly finished bottle, shoving it in her face. Hermione let out a frustrated sigh, snatching the bottle from Ron's hands. She gave her friend a dark glare before putting the bottle to her mouth and tipping her head back. Immediately the strong taste and smell of the alcohol flooded her senses, nearly making her gag. She wanted to smash the bottle on the ground and spit the liquid all over Ron's shoes, but she was determined to prove him wrong. She could let loose, just fucking watch her.

After what seemed like an hour, the liquid disapeared from Hermione's throat and mouth. The flow from the bottle ceased, leaving her to enjoy the odd warm and bubbly sensation in her stomach.

"There, are you happy now?" Hermione asked, tossing the empty bottle in a nearby garbage. Her throat felt like it was on fire, making her gasp when she spoke.

"What was that for?" Ron asked her, a look of shock on his face.

"You told me to prove it so I did. Now you can shut your trap." She told him with a smile. She could already feel the alcohol beginning to cloud her concious mind.

"Yeah but now I havta get another one. I'll be right back." Ron then pushed his way back through the crowd, making his way to the refreshments table. As Hermione stood, all alone in the huge crowds of people, she found herself feeling out of place. There were all her peers, drinking and laughing. They were all having fun, not worry about tomorrow or next week or next month. They were living in the now, something she'd always wanted to do, but she'd never gotten around to it. Then again, she wasn't quite sure how one would go about 'living in the now'. Could a person even learn how to do that? Or was it one of those things you were born with? Could she learn to live freely and wildly? Was it that hard to learn?

As her mind continued to wander, shooting out more questions then she could comprehend, Hermione felt someone's light but firm touch on her shoulder. Quickly, she spun around, causing her butterbeer to spill over onto the very expensive and new shoes of Draco Malfoy.

"Granger, that was rather rude." Malfoy stated in his bored voice.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Hermione exclaimed, spinning on the spot, looking for something to clean up the mess with.

"No matter." He said simply, pulling out his wand and spelling his shoes dry.

"Where's Pansy?" Hermione asked, looking around for the pugfaced blonde.

"I don't really know, nor do I care," Malfoy told her. "I've broken it off with her, this time for good."

"You say that everytime." She giggled. She couldn't even count how many times she'd heard Malfoy say the two of them were over for good. It never lasted for more than a few weeks before they were back together. She didn't see why this time would be any different.

"This time I mean it," He said with an odd look in his eye. "Where are your pathetic little hip attatchments?"

"You know," Hermione said, thinking hard. For the life of her she couldn't seem to remember where her friends had run off to. "I'm not really sure."

"Well then, would you care to join me for a drink?" He asked. "Blaise is holding my spot on the edge of the lake."

"Alright, lead the way."

*

Nearly an hour later, Hermione could no longer focus. She'd added on a bottle or two of Ogden's to that first bit she'd drank, using her butterbeer to sooth her throat after downing as much as she could. Malfoy and Blaise cheered her on as she drank, Now, the world was beginning to spin and it was as if her common sense was completely shut off.

Hermione was having so much fun with Blaise and Malfoy, she couldn't even remember who'd she been with before them. The two seemed to be almost like royalty at their lakeside spot, not even needing to retrieve their own drinks. It was something Hermione had never witnessed before, but she supposed the two Slytherins were far more used to it.

"This one," Blaise slurred, holding his bottle up to cheers with Hermione and Malfoy. "Is to never having to step foot in this lousy school again."

"I'll drink to that!" Malfoy half shouted, knocking his bottle against the others'. They each took a long swig from their bottles, swaying slightly from their alcohol consumption.

"Wait wait wait wait!" Hermione suddenly said, placing her hands on each of their thighs. She leaned in close to both of them, smelling the sweet smell of the firewhiskey on their breath and skin.

"What?" Blaise asked in almost a whisper, his chocolate eyes cutting into Hermione's. She couldn't help but blush as two of the most attractive boys in her year stared at her like she was the only thing in their world.

"Let's do another one!" She quickly stood upright, nearly falling backwards. She held her glass up high above the two boys' heads. "To never having to study another bloody minute!"

"Hear hear!" Malfoy and Blaise shouted together, clinking their bottles together and taking a long drink.

Hermione took a deep drink from her bottle, finishing it off quicker than the one before. She stared at the empty bottle for a moment, as if she didn't believe it had emptied.

"Another bottle?" Asked a random Slytherin that Hermione couldn't remember the name of.

"No actually, I think I'm goo-" In mid sentence, Hermione lost her footing, falling hard on her rear. She let out a loud shriek, the music masking the shout, But instead of falling on the wet ground, she felt strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her onto a soft lap. Turning around, she came face to face with the most amazing silver eyes she'd ever seen.

*

Ginny Weasley had been having a great time at the seventh year party. She and Harry had been spending most of their time talking with their many friends, having a few drinks and even dancing to a few songs. She'd just been having a chat with Lavender Brown, not her most favourite person, and she was really needing a drink. As she pushed her way through the crowd, she scanned the area, looking for a sign of Ron and Hermione. She hadn't seen her brother or her friend since they'd arrived and she was kind of hoping to run into the two snogging against a tree.

As she pushed through a group of Hufflepuffs, she heard a high pitched scream ring through the yard. She turned her head to the direction which the noise had come from, somewhere near the edge of the lake. Expecting to see some stupid drunk girl who'd fallen flat on her face, Ginny was shocked at what she actually saw. Sitting on two stumps were Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, laughing and having a good time. Even more shocking than that, she saw Hermione, sitting contently on Malfoy's lap, his arms wrapped around her and his eyes staring into her's.

Shaking her head roughly, Ginny looked over again, expecting for Hermione to disapear and be replaced with Pansy Parkinson. Instead, the scene stayed the same with Hermione and Malfoy still looking deeply into each other's eyes. Deciding to let it be, Ginny simply pushed what she'd just witnessed to the back of her mind, continuing on her way to get a drink. She still made a point to remember what she'd seen, something told her she would want to remember. She didn't exactly know why, she just figured that it may come into play one day soon. How she knew this, she will never know. She just went with her gut, as she always had, committing the scene to memory.

*

As the sky darkened, students began to slowly make their way back into the castle, stumbling up the lawn. Hermione hadn't a clue as to what time it was or how long she'd been there, but judging by the amount of people leaving she could tell it had to be late. She was still sitting happily on Malfoy's lap, too comfortable to get up or move. Malfoy's arms were still wrapped around her tight, a gesture that would've confused her had she been sobre and thinking clearly. But thanks to the alcohol, she was feeling just fine sitting on the lap of her former enemy.

"Drake, this party's getting lame." Blaise told his blonde haired friend.

"Yeah it is," Malfoy agreed. "Time to turn in you think?"

"Sounds good," Blaise said, standing up and swaying. "I think I'll go hit up some of your little groupies before I call it a night, if you don't mind."

"Course not, what's mine is yours," Malfoy told him, he and Hermione standing as well. "Come on Granger."

Hermione followed the two boys up the lawn, trying not to trip over the uneven ground. The two chatted back and fourth as they walked, it was evident that they were old friends. They kinda of reminded her of Harry and Ron, the best of friends who went way back to their first day at Hogwarts. The bond she felt between the two was comforting, making her feel safe.

Nearly tripping up the marble steps, Hermione finally made it into the castle in one piece. Blaise bid the two of them goodbye before descending the stone steps down to the dungeons. Hermione continued to follow Malfoy, hoping that at least he could remember the location of their dorms.

The pair didn't speak much as they walked, the silence of the castle was much too golden to disrupt. Hermione had never heard the castle so quiet. Sure, she'd done rounds through the school at midnight, but there was always a student out of bed or a portrait snoring, something to disturb the stillness of the sleeping castle. But tonight, no one was out of bed and the pictures were still. Everyone was sound in their beds, sleeping away the effects of the party.

After climbing up a flight of stairs, the two came to the entrance to their dorms. Hermione was relieved to see the portrait of the elderly man sitting on a bench. When the two approached the painting, Malfoy said the password. The old man lifted his hat to them before swinging open, allowing them entry into the common room.

"Home sweet home!" Hermione exclaimed, flopping onto the couch infont of the lit fire.

"At least for another week." Malfoy added in, sitting down next to her.

"It's going to feel so wierd walking out of this castle for the last time." Hermione said, pulling off her sweater before folding it and placing it on the floor next to the couch.

"I know what you mean," He agreed, also removing his sweater. "Which is why we must enjoy it while it lasts."

"Are you going to miss Hogwarts?" Hermione asked him.

"Of course," Malfoy replied. "This place has been my home away from home since I was eleven. I nearly died when I thought they weren't going to reopen the school. When I thought of never walking into the Slytherin common room again, never being able to crush Gryffindor in Quidditch for the last time, it was horrible."

"It was scary what they did," Hermione said. "Leaving us on our own for a year. I could barely stand it. The only thing that kept me sane were my friends, and the thought that once that war was over, Hogwarts would reopen and everything would go back to normal."

"But it's not normal," He told her. "Nothing is, half of the students didn't return. Everything's different. Nothing was the way it was before."

"It's changed for the better," She said. "People are treated as equals now. No more talk of mudbloods or blood traitors. No more Death Eaters or sensless killings. If it weren't for the war ending, the houses would still be feuding."

"Now that would be a shame." Malfoy agreed, turning to face Hermione. His silver eyes cut deep into her's, as if they were looking past the brown of her iris, into her very soul. She felt goosebumps form on her skin, sending tingling sensations throughout her body.

"And why would it be such a shame?" She asked. She knew it was a stupid question, but something just told her to say it. Maybe Malfoy would surprise her with a good answer.

"Because, Granger," He told her in a whisper, leaning his face in close and placing his hand under her chin. "If everything was still the same, I wouldn't be able to do this." Malfoy gently pressed his lips against her's, sending her surroundings spinning. Hermione wrapped her arms around Malfoy's neck, pulling him close. His hand moved from her chin to the side of her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her body so it was flush against his. He ran his tongue across her red lips, begging for entrance. Without a second thought, Hermione opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to massage her own. As the kiss deepened, she wrapped her legs around his waist, half sitting on his lap. Slowly Malfoy pushed her down so she was laying on her back, her legs still wrapped around his waist, their pelvises grinding together.

Taking his hand out from behind her, Malfoy placed his hand on her stomach, running his fingers across the bare skin above her jeans. Her skin felt as if it was on fire, his simple touch sending shivers through her body. Malfoy's hand moved again, this time to massage her right breast. His hand kneaded her breast roughly, that and the kiss nearly causing her to moan. Hermione put both hands on Malfoy's hips, trying to pull his closer. She needed something to relieve the heat that was building up inside her.

Feeling impatient and wanting to speed things up, Hermione pushed Malfoy off her and say up. He looked at her, confused and she could tell a little shocked. Malfoy was definately not used to a girl pushing him away. Giving him a smile, Hermione pulled off her tank top revealing her pink and black spotted bra. Getting where she was going, Malfoy pulled off his shirt as well, uncovering his pale six pack and perfectly toned chest. Hermione ran her fingernails across his body, trying to soak it all in. She then wrapped her hands back around his neck and pulled him down, pushing her lips against his.

As things intensified, the heat of the room increased. She was sweating more then she ever had before, but it was worth it. Malfoy was biting her lip in a teasing fasion, his hand slowly making its way from her breast to the button of her jeans. His hand hovered over the button, his fingers occassionally touching her bare stomach. His lips moved from her mouth, making their way down her neck, biting and sucking lightly. He sucked hard on her breast, biting it until a dark purple mark was left just above the nipple, marking her. The heat had built up even more inside Hermione, to the point where she could barely stand it.

"Please Malfoy." Hermione half whispered, half moaned.

"What was that, Granger?" Malfoy asked, undoing her button while staring into her face.

"Please." She repeated, closing her eyes as Malfoy pulled down the zipper on her jeans.

"Please what?" He asked, loving every minute of her squirming beneath him.

"Please just hurry up and fuck me, Malfoy." That was all Malfoy needed. He hadn't been too sure about what they were doing, until he heard her moan that as he began massaging her clit through her pants. Immediately, his erection popped up, ready for action. He pulled her pants off her legs, throwing them onto the floor. Hermione helped him out of his pants as well, pulling them off as fast as she could. As soon as they were off, she couldn't help but stare. Hidden underneath green silk boxers was Malfoy's rumour worthy cock, standing at attention at what looked like full strength. If it could get any bigger than that, Hermione just didn't want to know.

"Like what you see?" Malfoy asked with a smirk, noticing her stare. Instead of reply, Hermione grabbed his neck again, pulling him back down onto her.

Hermione could feel Malfoy's erection pressing against her pink lacy knickers, making her even more wet. Malfoy's hand continued to massage her clit, causing her to moan every now and then. Wanting more of a reaction, Malfoy slipped his hand underneath her panties, feeling just how wet and ready she was. His fingers teased her wet opening, drawing circles around it while his thumb played with her clit. She moaned quietly, wanting nothing more then for him to be inside her.

As if reading her mind, Malfoy quickly thrusted a finger inside her. Hermione moaned out loud, arching her back at the welcome intrusion. Malfoy pumped his fingers in and out of her wetness, feeling himself getting harder and harder with each minute. Hermione was so wet, his fingers slid easily in and out of her tight hole. Hermione kept moaning, bucking her hips so his fingers could get in deeper. Malfoy sucked hard on Hermione's collarbone, recognizing it as one of her spots. He felt her walls contract around his finger, signalling that she was orgasming. Without warning, her quickly pulled his fingers out of her. Pulling down his boxers, Malfoy pushed her knickers to the side and thrust his cock inside her.

Hermione let out a gasp, the difference being highly noticable. Malfoy was bigger than anyone else she'd been with, so it hurt when he forced himself inside her. When he was fully sheathed, he stood still, allowing her to get accustomed to his large size. When she gave him a small nodd, he placed his hands on either side of her to steady himself and slowly began thrusting.

It didn't take long before the pain turned into pleasure, causing Hermione to moan loudly. Her moans motivated Malfoy, telling him to pound into her harder and faster. She was so wet and tight, he couldn't help but nearly blow his load when she wrapped her legs back around his waist. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh ran through the air, only being interrupted by her moaning. As Malfoy pounded harder into her, Hermione's back arched, allowing her to feel a whole new pleasure. The sensation was too much, she could feel her walls tightening again.

"Oh my god." Hermione moaned as he thrusted in and out, trying to hold in his climax as long as he could. "Oh fuck, oh Malfoy!" Hermione's orgasm came hard and strong, sending pleasure all the way to her fingers and toes. She moaned even louder, bucking her hips in time with Malfoy's thrusts.

Hearing Hermione scream out his name during her orgasm was too much for Malfoy. His seed exploded inside her, filling her up. He rode out both their orgasms, not wanting to stop. But once he fell limp, he knew he couldn't continue. Reluctantly, he pulled out, flopping down on the couch beside her.

"Wow." Hermion breathed out, her nearly naked chest heaving up and down.

"Yeah, wow." Malfoy agreed.

To Be Continued...

Okay, so I know, I know. I still have a ton of stories which I haven't updated in forever but I got this idea for this story so I just had to write it. I'm still trying to work on updating my other stories, but like I said before, my plans, timelines, drafts, everything were lost when that hacker got my email. But hopefully, you can all be patient with me and enjoy reading what I can post. There are a few of my stories which I am not continuing, so if anyone would like to continue where I left off on them, just send me an email and I can tell you what I'd planned for it and I'll give you the story. Anyways, I hope you all like this story, I have high hopes for it. The name of this story may possibly change as I'm at a loss for what to call it, if it does, I'll notify whoever reads this before it is changed. Please read and review!

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