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Chapter 8: Green light.
The deep burgundy floor length gown hugged my curves nicely. It had a long slit up to my mid thigh on the left side. Oh, so that's what he meant by slinky...no not slinky, sexy. I must admit, it was a very sexy dress.
Now the hard part was trying to match the rest of me to the dress, how would I look as good as this dress?
It was weird accepting a gift from Draco. He really shouldn't have bought me this, but I had to admit I was happy that he did. I didn't know what I would have worn if I didn't have this. It was something that had been bothering me since I agreed to go. I had absolutely no idea what to where to a Malfoy benefit.
"Where did that come from?" I saw Ron's reflection of him in the full length mirror, he was standing in the doorway to our room.
I turned to face him. "Oh, just a friend. You know, to wear tonight." I smiled meekly at him. I wasn't lying but I knew I was letting him believe that a female friend let me borrow it.
"Oh, it's nice. Not something you usually wear though. Looks expensive." He looked at me funny.
I sighed and gave him a sad smile. "Yeah, but I never go to these things, so I don't usually need fancy dresses."
"I'm sorry. I wish I could take you to places where you would need dresses like this." He sighed softly, not meeting my eyes. He was being uncharacteristically cute.
I smiled at him. "Oh Ron, you know I don't need to go out to fancy places."
He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around you. "I know, but I'd still like to be able to." I nodded slowly. We stood in silence for who knows how long before he spoke again. "I'm sorry I've been such a shit fiance." I didn't say anything, just let him hold me. "I'll take your silence as an agreement."
"Well...." I started, looking down at our feet, but he cut me off.
"Nah 'Mione I know I have been." I just shrugged. "Are you sure I can't go with you to this tonight? You made such a big deal about me going to that party."
"No really, it's best if you don't." I shrugged. He could not go to this, no way in hell.
"Is it because of how I acted there?" He seemed upset. “I'm sorry about that...even though I'm not sure exactly what I did wrong.” He never knew what he did wrong, he always thought his actions were perfectly acceptable.
"No....you just...you just can't." I didn't know what to say. I snuggled into his embrace, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
"Is Malfoy going to be there?" His voice was sharp and his body was rigid. Oh no, I didn't want to deal with this.
"No, I don't believe he is attending this." I blatantly lied, shrugging slightly.
"Good. I don't like him." His eyes flashed with hatred. He had always disliked him but ever since the New Years Eve party I swear that he was planning poor Draco's death. Now imagine if he actually knew what had happened in that closet.
"I know Ron...I know." I pulled out of his hug and went back to the mirror, admiring the dress again.
"And I think he has the hots for you, not that he'd ever do anything due to your blood status, but it's still annoying." I rolled my eyes at him, not this again. “You're mine, I don't share.”
Well...actually..."Yeah, Yeah....now can I get ready?"
"Sure, I'll leave you to it. " He walked towards the door. "Love you 'Mione." He spoke softly then he left.
I finished getting ready and I thought I looked pretty good, compared to what I normally looked like. It was time to leave so I walked into the living room, where I found Ron watching more Quidditch. He really had such an addiction. “Ron, I'm leaving.”
“What time will you be home?” He murmured, not looking up from the TV.
I hadn't even thought of that. “I'm not too sure. “I answered honestly.
“Late?” He murmured again.
I sighed, I really didn't know. “Uh...probably, I don't know...”
He turned around to look at me, his eyes got wider as he looked. “You look....you look amazing Hermione. I really wish I could go with you.”
I smiled at him and crossed the room to give him a quick kiss. “Thank you.” I didn't adress his second statement, I didn't want to get into that again.
I was almost out the door when he spoke again. “Stay out of trouble, and don't drink tonight, please.”
Oh Ron, you are so bipolar. Why can't you just be sweet all of the time?
I walked a block over to where Draco was picking me up. We were apparating again, much to my disapproval.
“Well well, don't you clean up nice Ms. Granger.” He beamed at me. “I really love that color on you.”
I returned his wonderful smile and took his arm. “Thank you, you like the dress? I got it from this sweetheart that I work with.”
“Hey now, don't try to make me jealous.” He winked at me before apparating.
Malfoy Manor looked fantastic. It was all lit up and had floating candles all around the front lawn. Mrs. Malfoy certainly knew how to decorate.
Draco handed me a burgundy and silver mask with large feathers. I slipped it on and he did as well. His was fairly simple, it was also burgundy and silver, to match mine I suppose, but it had only small feathers that didn't poke over the edges of the mask. It didn't cover much of his face, just the upper half and part of his nose.
“Ready?” He smiled before taking my arm and leading me up the stairs.
We we're barely in there five minutes before girls were fluttering around him, none paying attention to me unless they were giving me dirty looks.
“Want to go sit at our table?”I whispered in my ear, causing me to get even more dirty looks from said girls.
“Sure!” I giggled and smiled at him and grabbed his hand. Eat your hearts out, girls.
Our table was, of course, at the front of the room along with his mother's place card and some other important people. He left me there for a few seconds as he went after a waiter to get drinks.
“I think I'm a little out of my element.” I said honestly.
“Oh, you're fine, you fit right in.” He winked at me.
Just then a stunning woman dressed in a dark silver floor length dress approached us."Draco, darling!" She kissed Draco's cheek under the edge of his feathered mask.
He flashed her a genuine smile, you could see his eyes crinkle through the holes in his mask."Hello mother. You look lovely as usual."
"Oh, stop it." She gushed. Then her eyes shifted to me. "And you brought a date! You know dear, I didn't actually think you would. That dress looks wonderful on you." That last statement was obviously directed to me.
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Malfoy." I smile.
"May I ask who you are, or is a mystery?" She smiled at me, looking me up and down. She was joking but I stiffened.
Thankfully Draco came to the rescue. "Just a woman I work with. Isn't the whole point of the masks to keep our identities hidden? Don't want to ruin the fun." He smirked at his mother.
She gave him a warm smile back. "Well yes it is dear, but I'm not going to push it anyway. I'm just happy you found someone to bring.”
We chatted for a while before she needed to go, apparently needing to make sure the donations were being handled properly.
"Want to dance?" Draco smiled down at me, holding out his hand to me as the slow soft music played. I hadn't really been paying much attention to the music. It was a classical piece, beautifully played.
I looked out onto the dance floor and saw couple after couple dancing on the magnificent ballroom floor. I wasn't a good dancer, I fumbled over my feet and fell a lot. The graceful couples were rather intimidating.
"Come on Hermione, you know you want to." He said in a sing song voice.
"I can't dance." I admitted,not looking him in the eye.
He was quiet for a beat and then started laughing. "What? I've seen you dance before. At the Yule ball.”
I actually laughed remembering that. "Nah, Viktor was just a really strong leader. I didn't really dance then, I was more just like a puppet and he was the puppet master." I shook my head.
"Are you doubting my abilities to be your puppet master, my dear puppet?" He smiled darkly and then winked at me.
I gave him a "what are you on about?" look.
"Just dance with me." He smiled and took my hand, pulling me on to the dance floor.
He gracefully started us dancing, he was a good leader. He knew how to keep me on my feet, but wasn't as rough as Viktor had been. I actually had fun.
The night went by like a blur. Draco bought some of the artwork that was there. The money for it going to their cause.
I wasn't use to drinks that were of this grander quality. So I drank and drank. Oh and then I drank some more. Draco tried cutting me off multiple times but I wouldn't have that. I wanted to get drunk, do something so unhermione.
"You're drunk Hermione" He chuckled.
"You are too!" I slurred, my brain all fuzzy.
"Do you want to go home" He spoke softly grabbing my hand.
No. I certainly didn't. Why was that? Oh... "I'll get in trouble....I'm not allowed to drink."
"What? You can do whatever you want, stop letting yourself be bossed around!" Draco chuckled.
"Yeah! You're right!" I did get bossed around, a lot. “Can I come over?”
“To my apartment?” Draco looked shocked.
“Yeah? I need a place to crash, my head is spinning.” I was slurring and spluttering.
“Okay. Let me say goodbye to my mother, just stay here, I'll be right back.” He smiled at me before getting up and walking away.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I was going back to his apartment? Shit, what have I gotten myself into.
He was back quickly. “Ready to go?” He took my hand again.
“Yes.” An excited and nervous mob of butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “Let's go.” I smiled at him.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.” Draco smiled at me as he stood in front of me where I had just been asleep on his couch.
“Ugh. What time is it?” I whined. My head was killing me and everything was in slow motion.
“3 am. Here drink this.” I sat up and he handed me a potion. It made me feel better almost instantly.
“Wow....thanks.” I smiled at him as he sat down where my head just was.
“No problem, I've dealt with my fair share of hangovers. “ He smiled at me as I put my head in his lap, still sleepy.
I giggled softly. “I'm sure you have. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“It's not a problem. I like doing it.” He played with my hair, pushing it out of my face.
We just looked at each other for what seemed like forever. I don't even know what I was thinking. “Kiss me.”
“What?” He looked shocked.
“You heard me, kiss me.” I whispered.
And so he did.
At first it was gentle and sweet, but I think the alcohol screwed with my brain because I quickly deepened it. I was never like this. Never was I the one who deepened anything, never was I the one who hinted towards wanting more.
He groaned into my mouth and that just made me want more. I crawled into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck and down his back. It was even thought out any more, simply animal instincts. I started to grind myself against him, easily being able to feel how much this was turning him on. He grabbed my hips and moved against me. I whimpered against his lips before kissing down his neck.
“Fuck Hermione, stop.” He groaned as I bit his jaw softly. I didn't stop, but instead went to work on taking off his shirt. I just kept moving against him. He actually didn't protest when I finally was able to get the shirt completely off of him. Merlin this man was attractive.
“Stop. You're just going to regret this and I don't think I could handle that.” He groaned again but I shut him up quickly by kissing him roughly. Handle what? And no. I wanted this.
“Shut up. I'm giving you the green light.” I kissed him again.
“What?” He was shocked again.
“Take me to bed with you.” I smirked at him.
“Don't steal my smirk.” He grinned wickedly and picked me up quickly. I wrapped my legs around is waist. He carried me to his bed and threw me down. “You're sure about this?”
“Yes” I moaned and he smiled at me, peeling off my clothing and what was left of his and joined me on the bed.
Ugh, why was there light shining in my eyes? And why was I so comfortable? My bed has never been this nice.
"Good morning." A voice whispered into my ear.
I turned toward the voice. Draco. I looked around quickly. Yes, I was in Draco Malfoy's bed with Draco Malfoy. I looked at myself, at least I wasn't naked. I was wearing one of his shirts. Well shit.
He smiled up at me, a soft sad smile. He looked guilty. I knew what we had done.
But I had to ask. "Draco....did we...? Did we..you know"
"Did we what? You'll have to be more specific, unless I was dreaming we did a lot of things last night." That same guilty smile was plastered on his face.
"Did we...." Fearing the answer I decided to just blurt out the question in one quick paniced breath. "Did we have sex last night?"
He took a deep breath. "Yes. We did." I looked into his face, he was dead serious.