Who cannot compare cannot complain

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This is the first Fic I've written for years now and the first ever to be published on AFF.net.
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Sydney
 
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Hermione was pissed, seriously pissed. Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, the Patil twins and Fleur Weasley had made her wear that stupid t-shirt because they thought that was what Muggles did and that it was 'funny'. Well, yes, Muggles did do stupid things like that; but honestly, funny was something very different! Hermione's idea of funny was definitely NOT a light blue t-shirt on which the words 'Hen Night' stood in pink of all colours!
 
They had dragged her through all of Diagon Alley's pubs. They were loud and giggling. They were drunk and they were seriously embarrassing.
 
Yes, Hermione was having a bachelorette party. Yes, Hermione was marrying Ron Weasley the next day. And yes, Ron was having a bachelor party.
 
Well, of course he was! That was just the thing Ron would do, obviously, and it was fine with Hermione. She had no problem... until the moment the girls had knocked on her door.
 
Hermione had been settled in for a quiet evening. She had had the lights dimmed, a really good book waiting for her on the table next to the sofa, and a glass of red wine. She had kissed Ron goodbye, waved at him and Harry who had been sent to fetch him for the party. She had wished him fun and winked and told him not to do anything she wouldn't do.
 
Then she had closed the door and smiled to herself. 'Mrs. Ronald Weasley' his mother kept sighing, but other than Molly, Hermione preferred sighing 'Mrs. Hermione Weasley' in excited anticipation.
 
She knew her dress and veil were safely put away in the wardrobe in Arthur and Molly Weasley's bedroom; somewhere Ron would never go looking. She knew the flowers would be there in time and everything would be absolutely perfect.
 
Hermione was wondering what she wanted to order out when there was an ominous knock on her door. For a second she thought about simply not answering. But if someone was knocking on her door the night before her wedding, then it had to be something serious.
 
Hermione went over and opened the door, she immediately wished she hadn't. Outside her door there they were, grinning from ear to ear and drinking sparkling wine out of the bottle: Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, Padma, and Fleur. Then they held up that stupid t-shirt.
 
„Why should the boys get all the fun? They are out there in Muggle London at some strip club...“
 
„Wait, where are they?“
 
„...Or something, dunno, and you sitting here all depressed and alone? We came to your rescue, 'Mione. We're your saviors for the night, now get dressed!“
 
Hermione really didn't want to disappoint her bridesmaids and soon-to-be-sisters-in-law, so therefore she decided to go with them and to wear their stupid t-shirt and she would be back by midnight. As it turned out, midnight came and went and the girls dragged the, by now seriously pissed, Hermione forward.
 
They ended up at the Leaky Cauldron and they drank firewhiskey while urging Hermione to get some. Half an hour later she actually gave in and ordered some tequila because she really was not into whiskey at all.
 
After one tequila she decided that another one wouldn't hurt now because she had had the first.  A third followed and a forth and then Hermione stopped counting and the conversations changed from trivial to serious.
 
„Well, Hermione going to be married to a Weasley. I hear it has its advantages in the groin department, what do you say, Fleur?“
 
The women giggled just like schoolgirls while sipping some sparkling wine.
 
Ginny covered her ears. „Gross, Lavender, never say anything like that again! I'm gonna puke, seriously!“
 
„Well,“ Parvati mused, „not to worry. I hear Harry's not bad either, down there.“
 
Ginny's face turned from disgusted to angry. „Who the hell told you that? If he did more to Cho than he told me, I'm gonna...“
 
Padma giggled at that. „No, we did not hear that from a girl actually.“
 
Ginny jumped up, wand in hand. „What you saying? Watch your mouth, woman! What are you suggesting, eh?“
 
Padma's eyes were wide with fear. „I... I didn'... uhm...“ Ginny was widely known for her temperament, especially when it came to Harry she was damn jealous.
 
Parvati, not at wand point and therefore not frightened, smiled. „Cool down, Gin. We heard it from Oliver Wood. He's...not been so fortunate considering seize, actually, and he is therefore quite unsure about himself....“
 
Ginny calmed down a little, but not completely. „Yeah? Well, how would he know about Harry, huh?“
 
Padma giggled. „Oh, he doesn't only know about Harry, he knows about Fred and George too...“
 
Ginny, Lavender, and Hermione stared at Padma while Parvati seemed to be unimpressed and Fleur ordered more sparkling wine.
 
„Well, you see, as I said, he's quite unsure about that little detail...“
 
„Little detail indeed.“ Parvati giggled.
 
„...And after Quidditch practice in the showers...he kinda...looked...“
 
Ginny and Hermione just stared while Lavender raised her eyebrows „Well, what I wanna know, what I really wanna know is this: how do you know all that?“
Padma blushed while Parvati shrugged her shoulders. „Well, you don't think we're holy or something, do you? And, by the way, neither is he.“
 
Ginny came out of shock, „We? You mean 'we' as in 'you both'?“
 
Padma blushed even more while Parvati shrugged again. „Not at the same time, mind that, but hey, we're twins. It's no surprise there at both having exquisite taste, is there?“
 
Hermione slowly shook her head „But... why did he tell you that? I mean, it's quite embarrassing, isn't it?“
 
Padma gathered her courage again, after downing the rest of her firewhiskey.. „He always insisted on doing it in the dark. In the dark, mind you! As if one wouldn't notice when it's dark! And so Parvati just kinda...asked and he spilled.“
 
They all giggled over that and fell silent once more as they sipped on their various drinks.
 
Fleur broke the silence again „Well, 'ermione, whatever, as far as I know you will not 'ave to worry.“
 
Hermione shook her head. „I've been with Ron for six years now. I guess I know what I'm getting myself into.“
 
Padma nodded silently as Fleur ordered more sparkling wine. Lavender was searching for something under the table; Parvati got up to go to the loo, while Ginny stared at Hermione. „'Mione, I know he's my brother and all, but you can tell me, us, seriously: You're dating for six years now...“
 
„Actually, Gin, I wouldn't call it...“
 
„Shut up now! I'm talking to you! If you insist, you've been a couple for six years now without any interruptions. And I can't remember you having a boyfriend before that...“
 
„Well, I'd been dating Victor for...“
 
„I'm still talking to you! Now I'm talking about serious boyfriends here, not that Krum guy, you were children back then! Now tell me this: have you ever been with someone else, before or while you and Ron were a couple?“
 
Hermione blushed furiously. „Well, I... Uhm... That's none of your....“
 
Lavender came up from under the table, her hair falling into her face. „You haven't, have you? You never had someone else, right? Well, personally I'd fear to miss something.“

Hermione looked around wide-eyed. This conversation was heading somewhere she had decided not to think about. „Well, I... I can't complain...“
 
Parvati shook her head. „Of course you can't complain, Hermione. Who cannot compare has nothing to complain about.“ Hermione shook her head „I... well... As long as I can't complain I won't complain... uhm... no, I mean... Oh, I dunno...“
 
Ginny shook her head „You don't have to explain as long as you're happy... You are happy, aren't you?“
 
Hermione nodded her head wildly. „Yes, yes, I am. I'm happy, seriously. I mean, if you consider...well, we're, like, made for each other. Everyone says so...“
 
Parvati stared at Hermione „Everyone says so? Herms, what are you saying? This is your marriage, not everyone else's.“
 
Ginny glared at Parvati. „You tryin' to talk 'Mione out of a marriage with my brother? They'll be great for each other, I tell you! They're in love, you know? It all worked out like it looked it would, it's the only logical conclusion!“
 
That touched something inside Hermione. Was she really marrying Ron because it was the only logical conclusion? Sure, after being a couple for six years you couldn't expect to have the same feelings for each other as in the beginning. Routine set in, for Merlin's sake! It was normal, wasn't it? She was no longer in love with Ron, sure, but she did love him...
 
She had nothing to complain about. They were right, though. How could she complain if she could not compare? Was she ready to dedicate her life, sex life, to the same man for the rest of her life without having the slightest idea if out there would be something more satisfying?
 
Ginny ripped her out of her thoughts. „...Besides, you're gonna have beautiful babies!“
 
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. „Babies? Wha... who's talking about babies?“
 
„Well,“ Ginny shrugged, „Mum obviously.“
 
Hermione stood. „I'm going to go outside. That way I can breathe in some fresh air.“
 
The five young women were drunk enough not to notice how disturbed Hermione was. She had never talked to Ron about having babies. But he came from that really big family, obviously he would want some... maybe lots...
 
Hermione reached Diagon Alley and stumbled along in the dark.
 
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Draco was seriously pissed. Astoria was having some kind of 'Ladie's Night'..
 
They were not at all behaving ladylike, if you asked him. He had left the manor without looking back or a word of goodbye. He didn't think Astoria would notice at all, even if he stayed away all night.
 
Oh sure they were married. How surprising it was, Draco Malfoy ending up married to a pureblood woman he didn't love and who did not love him in return. Yes, she was conscientious, she kept the manor clean and occasionally his bed warm, but she was younger than him by three years. She grew up in a pureblood family, yes, but she had not the proper Malfoy Manners, at least not yet. Oh, but she would learn, he'd make sure of that.
 
There was another thing about her that bothered him. He took a deep drag from his cigarette. Yes, she kept his bed warm, but nothing really hot ever happened there. It was all missionary position under the blankets, utterly boring.
 
But then again, she had learned something by now. In the beginning she had made drama out of it, running to her daddy, crying about his cheating and her broken heart.
 
Mr. Frederic Greengrass had explained his daughter this: The name of Malfoy is one of the few pureblood names that is, at least partially, washed clean. He's on speaking turns with Harry Potter and the golden trio even if there was no hope for any kind of friendship there. It was widely known that Narcissa had helped Harry survive in the forbidden forest, she had turned on the dark Lord just in time. The Malfoy name was valuable and she should not spoil her luck with drama. He had told her to swallow her pride, cast her eyes down when Draco brought a woman home, even if he brought a man home, would it ever come to that, and be a good wife.
 
And that Astoria Malfoy did. The only resistance she brought up were her stupid Ladie's Nights.
 
Draco threw his cigarette to the floor and went around the corner into the next pub, ordering a firewhiskey.
 
 
 
Hermione was in deep doubt about her decision to marry Ron. Ron had proposed on Christmas Eve, with Harry and all his family around. She hadn't even answered when people started congratulating. She still had not officially answered, therefore, she thought, you couldn't really speak of a decision... This was too much, it was the night before her marriage, it was just too damn late for doubts.
 
„Stop analyzing stupid brain!“ She mumbled, right before stumbling into the next pub, determined to make her brain stop it.
 
„Tequila“ she ordered „Lots!“
 
The barkeeper just nodded, what would have made Hermione suspicious if she had not been drunk already. There was no barkeeper in Diagon Alley that would sell a lonely obviously depressed drunk woman tequila. Lots of tequila, even! But Hermione was beyond caring, she hadn't even noticed that she had stumbled into Knockturn Alley
 
„My, my, who's this? Granger getting wasted? I guess that's a rare sight, huh?“ Draco didn't even look at her while he spoke, he only swirled the liquid in his glass around.
 
„Getting cold feet, are you? Marrying the Weasel because everyone expects you to, heh?“
 
Hermione stared at the platinum blonde hair. „What do you know, Malfoy? Married to a pureblood because Mommy and Daddy expected you to?!“
 
Draco lifted his head and they stared at each other, having brought the others dilemma to a point.
 
He nodded. „Right, Granger. Take a seat. Be my guest. What's a Hen night?“
 
Hermione looked down at her shirt, groaning. „Damn them, stupid little girls! Hen night, bad idea, very bad indeed...“
 
Draco raised a single eyebrow. „Well?“

„What? Oh... it's a bachelorette party.“ Hermione explained, finding nothing but puzzlement in his face.
 
 „But The Prophet said you were marrying tomorrow and I even got an invitation to that event. What're you partying being a bachelorette for if you won't be one by tomorrow...or today, if you come to think of it.“
 
„Today? What time is it?“
 
„Half past two.“
 
Hermione groaned again. „Oh very well. No way I'll be fit and beautiful walking down that damn aisle...To hell with it, where's the damn tequila, huh?“
 
Draco chuckled. „It's right in front of you, Granger. Now tell me already.“
 
Hermione thought for a second „Tell you wha... oh, yeah, the party.... Well, you kinda party your last night of freedom. The last night you can do what you want, because you're still a bachelor. Or in this case, bachelorette.“
 
Draco sipped his whiskey. „Do what you want...Is Weasley doing something like that, too?“
 
Hermione downed her shot of tequila and bit into the slice of lemon, totally forgetting about the salt. „Sure he is. Out with Harry and the guys.“
 
„Ah... You know where they are?“
 
„Uhm, no... well, you don't tell your fiancée, you see? That's the point. You never have to tell him, or her, what you did that night.“
 
Draco nodded slowly. „I see... So you have no idea what he's doing, on that last night he can do what he wants to do. And what is it you cannot do when you're married that you can do before?“
 
Hermione shook her head „Don't try raising suspicions there, Malfoy, it won't work.“
 
„I asked you a perfectly normal question, Granger. If that raises suspicions in you, they must have been there before.“
 
Hermione looked at him, unsure what to say, and therefore she drank her next shot of tequila.
„Well, Granger, whatever... If Weasley gives you what you need, everything's fine, isn't it? Cheers.“
 
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip. „What do you mean by that, Malfoy? What do you mean, if he gives me what I need? We both have jobs and we care for each other very much.“
 
„Yes, well, I'm talking about the best sex of your life. That's what you should share with your spouse.“ He answered bitterly.
 
Hermione kept chewing on her bottom lip. „Yes, well... We have that, kinda...“

Draco smirked. „You can't be serious! You do have the best sex of your life, don't you?“
 
„Well, yeah, I do...“
 
„...but...?“
 
Hermione sighed. „Hell, who can't compare can't complain, alright? Now that it's out I need more tequila!“
 
Draco grinned. „Should have expected this, goody-goody-two-shoes Granger, who was I to think something else of you.“
 
Hermione scowled at him. „Hey, I'm not Miss-next-door-nice-to-see-you! I'm getting drunk here with you!“
 
Draco shook his head „I'm drinking, Granger, you're the only one getting wasted in here.“
 
Hermione narrowed her eyes and raised her voice. „You think I'm not capable of having sex with someone else, huh?“
 
He grinned again, which made Hermione even angrier. „Well, in fact I guess you're capable of having sex. It's not that difficult for women, you know...“
 
„Well, for your information, Malfoy, I do not just spread my legs and lie there like a dead fish, you know?“
 
„No,“ he chuckled „how would I know that?“
 
Hermione emptied her last shot of tequila and stood up. „Malfoy, I'm pretty damn sexy if I want to be!“
 
Draco threw some coins onto the bar. „Sure, whatever you say, Granger... As I said, be my guest, I paid for your drinks. Now I suggest you go home, I guess it'll be a long day for you tomorrow. I'll see you around.“ With that he left the bar.
 
Hermione followed him. „Hey! Hey, Malfoy! This discussion is not over yet! I'm not... frigid or something!“
 
Draco sighed and turned around. „Granger, you have nothing to prove your word. Fine, I'll remember you talk about yourself as 'not frigid'. Now go home and be the beautiful bride tomorrow that you always dreamed you'd be, or whatever.“
 
„I'm not plain talking about not being frigid, I'm not actually being frigid!“
 
„Hell, Granger, why the fuck do you care what I think? Give it a rest now!“
 
But actually, Hermione did not care what Draco thought. That was not the point. In convincing him, she tried to convince herself. She was not frigid, was she?
 
„I'm not... I... I can prove it, you know?“
 
Draco rolled his eyes. „Fine. Prove it if you must. But hurry up and go to bed after that, you're wasted.“
 
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip once more before her lips crashed onto Draco's. She threw her arms around his neck. He hadn't expected that, she caught him totally off guard, and the only reaction he could think of was to wrap his arms around her petit form and part his lips.
 
Hesitantly, her tongue traced his. She could taste the firewhiskey on it, which, after all, did not taste that bad. Hermione pressed her body into his, demanding, proving her being capable of more than Draco had thought.
 
„Gosh, Granger“ He tilted his head back a little. „What the hell are you doing?“
 
Hermione moaned a little, pressing against him, feeling his hardening cock against her belly. „Proving.“
 
„Okay, you have convinced me. Never thought you'd do something like that.“
 
Hermione shook her head and mumbled. „I'm not finished proving anything to you, Malfoy.“
 
She attacked his lips again. She tasted like tequila and in her eyes stood raw lust and a bit of fear. It aroused Draco to no end, and who was he to deny her what she wanted, needed, so badly?
 
His hands traveled down to cup her arse and she lifted a leg, hooking it around his waist, moaning again. Draco breathed heavily. He had never thought of Hermione Granger as an attractive woman, hell, he didn't even do that right then, but her raw lust, her scent and the taste of the tequila had him forgetting about that.
 
„Wait... Granger, wait, didn't you say you were having a party?“
 
„Yeah, so what?“ She rubbed against him with need.
 
„You've been gone for at least an hour, won't they come looking for you?“
 
„Oh...“ Hermione pulled back. „Right... well...“
He saw disappointment and defeat in her eyes. He lifted her chin with his finger so that she had to look up. He stared into her eyes, searching for a sign she really wanted this, not only her drunken part.
 
And then he saw it.
 
The gleam in her eyes, it was beyond alcohol, beyond lust. She needed this last act of rebellion, of freedom, before she promised her life and faithfulness to one man for the rest of her existence.
 
He smirked „I said wait, Granger. I never said stop.“
 
With that he took her elbow and dragged her along, into a deserted alley between two houses. It was dark and shabby. Hermione thought it was perfect. Draco pressed his hands against the wall, trapping her between them, and looked her down.
 
„So... this is  what hen night is all about?“ He did not wait for an answer but claimed her mouth, tasting her again, bathing in her scent.
 
Hermione wrapped her arms around him again and lifted her leg to hook it around his waist, feeling his now fully hardened cock. Draco started nibbling at her throat, licking over a sensitive spot Ron had never found.
 
Hermione started fumbling with his belt, hissing while Draco snaked a hand from the calve of her raised leg to her thigh. His hand continued right under her knee-length skirt, tugging at her underwear when he reached it. Hermione ground herself into him, pulling at the button and zipper of his trousers, sliding them down a bit, not really surprised at him wearing no underwear. It was just what you'd expect.
 
Draco smirked, biting down on the sensitive skin on her throat, ripping her slip apart, which made Hermione whince, and cupping her mound. „No turning back once I start, Granger. Now or never.“
 
„Keep going, stupid little git.“
 
Hermione threw her head back and moaned with pleasure when Draco's finger slid into her folds, parting them, teasing her. With his other hand, he guided her hand to his penis, making her grab and caress it.
 
„Yesssss“ he hissed. „That's it, Granger.“
 
The girls had been right, Ron's member was slightly larger than that of Malfoy, but the blonde's cock felt just the right size and his hand did things to her Ron had not managed yet.
 
„Oh... oh, Malfoy, I... more...“
 
Draco smirked once again before he slid his hands to her ass cheeks and lifted her up easily, steadying her against the wall and lowering her onto his cock, slowly. Hermione squealed with delight. Not that stupid squealing Astoria did with her stupid friends, this was a delightful noise and Draco regretted right there and then that he'd probably never hear it again.
 
„Fuck, Granger... so tight...“ Draco controlled his breathing for a moment when he was buried fully inside her before moving nearly all the way out, just to bury himself fully inside her again, hard and fast.
 
Hermione moaned, grabbing his hair and closing her eyes, while throwing her head back to give him access to her throat again. He attacked feverishly, moving in and out of her again and again.
 
When he felt his climax build up, Draco snaked a hand along her ass to caress the hole there and Hermione cried out.
 
„What the... oh fuck, what are you doing back there?“
 
„Shhhh... hush and let it happen, geeze...“
 
Hermione calmed down and allowed him to keep caressing her ass and when he coated his finger in Hermiones fluids and inserted it into her ass she was shocked by the burning sensation. She cried out when the orgasm washed over her, sending her into sheer bliss.
 
Draco plunged into her some more until he found his own release, panting, resting his forehead on hers „Well? You can compare now. Will you complain, Granger?“
 
Hermione smirked while he let her down again. „I definitely won't. But I will suggest. Thanks for making my honeymoon be very interesting for me and Ron, Malfoy.“
 
Draco blinked. „Well... That was... unexpected... I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then?“
 
Hermione nodded. „Before I forget... You and Astoria, we've been wondering where to sit you, grooms side or brides side?“
 
„Brides side seems appropriate after tonight, doesn't it?“
 
Hermione blushed deeply „You won't... I mean, you sure will not... uhm?“
 
Draco chuckled „I won't tell your soon-to-be-husband or your precious friends if you won't... but maybe I'll tell Astoria. Oh, don't look so shocked, she won't tell anyone, sure thing. Well... Care to repeat that sometime?“
 
Hermione's eyes widened in shock „What? No! I...“
 
„No, I thought you wouldn't. One wild night does not make you a sinner, huh? See you around then Granger.“
 
Hermione cast her eyes down „Yeah, and... Malfoy? Thank you. For not telling and for... everything else...“
 
„Go to bed Granger, or you'll look like hell tomorrow.“
 
 
With that, Draco rightened his trousers and left, whistling to himself, and Hermione hurriedly made her way to Diagon Alley, leaving her torn panties in the alley.
 
Her friends were already looking for her „Damn, 'Mione, you gave us quite a start! Where've you been, we been searching for you for one and a half hours now! It's half past four already!“
 
Ginny shook her head at her, taking her hand. „We almost thought you'd call the whole thing off, you were probably getting cold feet... you won't, will you?“
 
Hermione smiled at her frightened friends. „No, I... was just lost. But I found the right way again, after taking a wrong turn. Actually, I'm looking forward to my honeymoon.“ She grinned and the girls smiled with relief.
 
„Dunno 'bout you, guys, but right now, I'm quite sober because of the fright Herms gave us and quite tired as well. What about we call it a night?“
 
When Hermione got home, Harry was heaving Ron into his and Hermione's bed. He had obviously passed out. „Whoa, hey, 'Mione, listen....“
 
Ron had lipstick on the collar of his shirt and smelled of cheap perfume.
 
„Harry... if you'd be so kind as to fetch the headache potion from the kitchen? Guess we'll need that tomorrow.“
 
Harry nodded. „Listen, Hermione, I can explain...“
 
Hermione sighed. „I won't ask questions if you won't, deal?“
 
Harry took her in „Deal. You're practically glowing, 'Mione. Tomorrow will be the beginning of the best part of your life, I'm sure. He loves you very much. And I love you too, just...“
 
„I know, Harry. I love you, too. And I love Ron. Very much, with everything I have. Tomorrow will be great. Oh, and... I finally decided where to sit the Malfoy's. They will sit in the bride's section. Ginny can't stand Astoria and I know you can't stand Draco. I think it's the best when they sit somewhere no one knows them, even if it's among Muggles.“
 
„Right... I'll fetch you the potion. Goodnight, Hermione.“
 
„Goodnight, Harry.“