The Party

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Hermione walked into the party, feeling awkward and alone. Ron and she had broken up a year prior. This had been expected. What hadn’t been was Ron’s total recovery in less than a night and soon he was being seen around town with not one woman but three! Lavender Brown and the Patil twins were being dubbed the Weasley Trio. Not only did they know about the others in their new clique, but also apparently they were completely in what Miss Brown called a ‘symbiotic relationship’.


The smart witch wasn’t buying it for an instant. But Ginny had insisted that she go to the party, because the best revenge was to survive and thrive after a bad relationship. So there she was alone when Ron was in the middle of the party with all three of the women that he was currently occupied with. She nearly snorted. Ron was never able to keep up with her, she thought bitterly, something told her that the youngest Weasley male was in way over his head with those three.


“You keep staring at him like that and he might get the notion that you are jealous,” Remus murmured to her as he joined her at the table, putting a butter beer in front of her.


Sighing she took up the drink, saying, “How are you?”


“Better than you are it would seem,” he murmured, looking over to see Tonks in the arms of an auror that she had met on the job. “She’s happy. I’m glad. How are you really doing seeing them here like that?”


She nodded. “It may have been a year, but it still burns. When I think of what he called me…”


“I know,” he replied, looking over to see Bill walking over to join them. “William, I’m glad you came.”


“You’re about the only one,” he muttered, looking over to his ex-wife all but in the lap of rich French wizard many there at the party had never heard of before.


“Ignore them,” Hermione told him. “If it means anything to you, I heard that she’s been draining his accounts faster than a flea bites and he isn’t so happy with his new little half veela lover anymore.”


“I thought you didn’t listen to gossip,” Sirius murmured, joining them at the table as well.


“You were the one that told me,” she pointed out to him dryly.


Laughing he said, “So I did!” Throwing his arm around her shoulders. “You are too beautiful and smart to be left as you have been. Join me already, princess!”


“Yes, but if I slept with you, it would be the equivalent of sleeping with the rest of the wizarding world and part of the muggle one as well now that I think of it.”


This had the others at the table laughing, Sirius included. Lucius walked over, looking at the one witch at the table nodding to her and glaring at the wizards. Severus Snape walked up next to him and didn’t bother holding his tongue.


“What are you doing, Miss Granger? Trying to decide to pick out your new horde?”


“No, I am not,” she told him. “We’re just commiserating about our lack of paramours.” Hermione sipped on her butter beer. “I’m going to get some air.” She stood up and walked away from the table.


Hermione ended up going into the house and over to one of the balconies overlooking the party goers. She looked over the balcony over to the quiet gardens that spread out in front of her with a tranquility that seemed to miss her by miles at that moment. She heard someone walking up behind her, but didn’t bother to turn to see who it was.


“You had quite the little harem over there, Granger,” Draco told her, leaning down on the railing next to her. “Why is it that you can’t seem to make friends with women?”


“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Why is it that you can’t make friends with men?”


“That’s answered easily enough,” he murmured. “I don’t fuck men. You, on the other hand, don’t seem to fuck anyone.”


“That you know of,” she answered, sipping on her drink. “Perhaps I don’t feel the need to be so overt about my dalliances as you are?”


“Perhaps you’re lying to me?”


“What reason?” she asked him. “Where is it that a woman, witch or muggle I might add, becomes the better find if they have several lovers?”


He nodded. “True, Granger, but at the same time I cannot see you jumping into the sack with just anyone.”


“May be I’m particular whom I share my sexual favors with?” she asked him. “And by the same token, you should be just as picky as well?”


“Perhaps I should,” he murmured, looking her over. “Miss Granger, will you do me the honor of becoming my lover?”


She turned to face him, reaching out and straightening out his lapel. “I don’t know. How would this arrangement be to my benefit?”


“Well…” He moved closer to her until his body was flush with hers and his nose was rubbing against hers affectionately. “I’m very warm blooded.” His hand slipped to her bare back, making her shiver at the differences in temperature. Draco’s large hand rubbed the slope of her spine, feeling as she melted against his body. “You will never do without.” His mouth moved to her neck, nuzzling it. “You will always have my mind…” Hermione gasped at the feel of his teeth nipping at her shoulder, following this up with little laps of his tongue. “…My body…” He stepped even closer to her, making her legs go a little wider to stand between them. “…And my soul.” He pressed his still clothed erection against her core.


“Draco,” she moaned, nearly pleading with him as his hand went under her dress and lifted the skirts up to reveal her bare thighs.


“Naughty little witch,” he growled, seeing that she didn’t bother to wear panties. Pressing two fingers into her, he demanded, “Say yes.”


Hermione’s arms went around his neck even as he pressed her all the more against the railing. Her fingers threaded through his shoulder length hair, as she nipped and kissed at his strong jaw and ear. One of her legs went around his hips, jolting at the feel of his thumb over her clit.


“Say yes,” he purred, kissing her mouth lightly.


Hermione’s hand went to his pants undoing them, carefully pulling out his heavily aroused manhood. Draco groaned as she stroked it with her small hand, pressing the head of his cock to her slickened channel.


“Yes,” she hissed out as he pushed into her snug heat.


Draco continued the bite like kisses to her mouth as he moved in and out of her, looking deeply into her sherry colored eyes. He took her hair down, panting unevenly as he told her that he liked it better that way. Minutes felt like hours. They took their time with their love making, but even so felt like it was over too soon.


Hermione could have melted into the balcony right at that moment. She clung to Draco, pressing kisses to his throat and chest. Handling her as if she were the most delicate glass, Draco pulled free of her body and carefully cleaned them both with wandless magic.


“Mmm, Draco?” she murmured, as he was scooping her up into his arms.


“What, poppet?” he asked, nodding to the house elves who ran ahead of him to see to opening doors for him.


“You were right,” she sighed. “I needed this party. Thank you for throwing it for me.”


“My pleasure,” he told her, setting her on the bed.


“So soon?” she asked him, looking at him as she got up to her elbows. “I had so hoped to do one thing before we left the party.”


“Just this one thing?” he asked her to which she nodded. “Very well, let’s to it then, pet. But after that, the rest of your night is mine.”


Laughing she jumped up, kissing his mouth quickly. “We don’t even need to leave the house.” Grabbing his hand she pulled him over to the closet to grab robes.


“What are you up to, poppet?” he asked her, taking her robe and helping her into it.


“Me?” She blinked at him with an air of innocence. “Nothing.” A devilish twist of her lips later she added, “Yet.”


A moment later what could only be called a fleet of owls came swooping into the party, dropping early editions of the Daily Prophet. Hermione and Draco watched as people grabbed up their papers, reading them in a stunned silence.


The silence was followed by an uproar that had Draco looking straight over to her asking, “What was in that newspaper?”


“Just the announcement of our wedding,” she murmured. “Nothing you didn’t know about before.”


Smiling he leaned down, kissing her brow as he whispered, “Is that so?”


“I might have leaked another little story about someone we know,” she replied, slipping her arms around his neck. “About a certain Ron Weasley.” She pulled out a copy of the Prophet that she had shrunk in her clutch. “I received an advanced copy.”


He was shocked to read that Ron was paying the Cannons to keep him on the team. As a result, he owed well over five thousand galleons to his brothers George and Fred. Draco looked over to the party when he heard Lavender Brown and the Patil Twins yelling and hitting Ron with whatever they could get their hands on.


“Uh-oh, I wonder if they loaned him money as well?” she asked him. “Chances are that is the case. I know he asked me for some.” He looked to her sharply. “No, I didn’t lend him a thing, as I ran a credit check on him and found out that not only was he paying the Cannons, but a owed several thousand to a tawdry bordello on Knockturn Alley and a book maker in Ireland as well. Which, by and by, was the reason why the Cannons despite being handsomely bribed are letting him go immediately.”


“You play dirty, poppet,” he purred. “Hmm, I can’t tell you just how much that turns me on.”


“I’ve been a very bad girl,” she breathed. “Take me home, put on your leathers, and punish me, my husband.”


Chuckling he disapperated them away, never knowing that Snape and Lucius had watched them.


“The wedding was private,” Lucius told him, as his friend handed over a galleon on a private wager they had made on how the party would end that night. “The only told me about it just before the party.”


“Then what’s this business with Ronald Weasley?” Severus asked him.


Lucius looked over to see the three women chasing Ron around the yard, yelling at him that the only reason they were with him was because of the promise of vast amounts of money. One of the twins went on in great detail just how much he didn’t have as a lover. Both of the older wizards winced at the reference to the lack of size.


“No male other than a baby should have a penis that small,” Severus muttered.


“Draco told me all about how the youngest Weasley male didn’t just break up with her, but totally debased her,” Lucius told him. “Went as far as to tell her she was worthless as a woman—that any failings between them were solely hers. They ended up beginning to speak to each other constantly.” The older Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Merlin’s teeth, but they talked! Weeks of never ending chattering! But finally they did fuck and he asked her to marry him straight after, because he told me and I quote, ‘She’s my soul mate, Father! I belong with her!’” Again he rolled his eyes. “Oh the drama of youth.”


Severus thought it over a moment. “What if she is?”


“What?”


“His soul mate.”


Lucius thought it over and snorted. “That’s the closet romantic in you speaking, old friend.”


“Perhaps,” he admitted. “But perhaps you are just being the old jaded bastard we are prone to being as well?”


Lucius nodded slowly to this. “Care to throw the guests off the property with some random, yet harmless hexes?”


Frowning he said, “We’re on probation.” But then shrugged and said, “Why not.”


FIN!


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