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Hermione
It all started with a kiss.
Hermione was at another of Theo’s famous Saturday night parties. She was never much for drinking or letting loose in school. She didn’t have the time with NEWTs and saving the world. Even during 8th year when she’d befriended the wild Slytherins she’d spent most of her time with them in study groups or eating meals. But now that she had graduated and was working with Theo in the Department of Mysteries. She had more free time and found that she excelled at partying just as she did all of her endeavors.
She was still learning all of the drinking games and what alcohols mixed well, but no one could deny she was the life of the party. She danced all night, was quick to laugh, and always had a witty comeback to whatever snarky remark the Slytherin crew threw at her.
Tonight they were introducing her to truth or dare. She thought the name seemed fairly self-explanatory but allowed Pansy to lay out the rules anyway.
They were all arranged in a circle, lounging on chairs, sitting on ottomans, propped up on pillows, while Pasny stood in the middle. She was wearing a scandalously short silver skirt and a black crop top. Hermione looked to her left and caught Harry staring at Pansy’s legs. She bumped her friend with her shoulder and he blushed adorably.
“Just like normal truth or dare,” Pasny began, “ one person asks you to choose truth or dare, then assigns you a question or dare. But what makes this Slytherin truth or dare is the potion of inhibitions everyone must drink from before we begin. It’s weaker than Veritaserum, you are not compelled to tell the truth, rather it just loosens you up. It lets you act without …overthinking.” Pansy shot a glance at Hermione as she spoke that last bit.
Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled at her beautiful friend.
A vial of a pearlescent blue potion was passed around and everyone took a sip. Hermione couldn’t help but stare as Draco threw his head back and took a large swig; his long neck exposed and his Adam's apple bobbing. When had it become so warm in here?
Pasny went first because, of course, she did. She sat down next to Neville on a green velvet settee but trained her eyes directly on Theo.
“Truth or Dare, Theodore?”
He was lounging, in a leather armchair, one leg draped over the armrest and a glass of firewhiskey in his hand.
“I have nothing to hide, Pans. Ask me your truth.”
Pansy nodded as though she’d expected this decision, her eyes glinted wickedly.
“What were you thinking about the last time you touched yourself?”
Theo stalled, sipping from his glass. Eventually, he shrugged, giving in to his fate.
“I thought about fucking a woman in the middle of the Ministry atrium, where everyone could see me claiming her as mine.” His eyes never left Pansy’s as he answered the question. Hermione thought she might have seen Pansy’s breath hitch at his answer.
“My turn,” Theo said with a smirk. He looked around the circle, taking in every member, Ginny, Blaise, Hermione, Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Neville. He lingered on Draco, giving him a suspicious glare before declaring “Neville!”
The once shy and fumbling man had grown quite a bit in recent years. He wore a plaid shirt that stretched wide across his broad shoulders. He had a dark brown beard that he kept neatly trimmed. It gave him a rugged look and It fit with his outdoorsman lifestyle. Hermione had to admit, she found him rather attractive.
“Dare,” Neville replied casually.
Theo smiled. “Kiss Granger...”
Neville stood and began to stride across the circle.
“Wait wait, I’m not done,” Theo called out, holding up his free hand. “Kiss Granger good and proper. Snog the fucking daylights out of her. No demure peck.”
Though Neville seemed quite confident a moment before, Theo’s words gave him pause.
He walked over to Hermione where she sat on the floor with a pile of pillows. Harry moved over making space for the large man.
Hermione was avoiding making eye contact. He was one of her oldest friends, and although she’d just been thinking about how fit he was, she’d never really thought she’d kiss him.
As her eyes flitted around the room, she spotted Draco staring intensely at her. His eyes were filled with fire, and his face was pulled tight. Hermione wasn’t sure what to make of that look. Had she done something to offend him?
Neville leaned in close to Hermione but instead of kissing her, he whispered, “Are you alright with this Hermione?”
His warm breath caressed the shell of her ear, she felt her whole body spark to life. She realized that she was very very much alright with this.
She turned her head meeting his green eyes, “I’m in,” she answered him, “but I need to know you want this too.” Hermione blushed, her words sounding more sexual than she had intended.
“I just mean…”
He smiled down at her. “No need to worry, I definitely want this.” His voice was deep and rumbly. It did fantastic things to Hermione.
Draco
Draco didn’t know who he hated more. Theo for giving Neville the dare, or Neville for getting to kiss his witch right in front of him.
If he was honest with himself, she wasn't exactly his. But it was only a matter of time. Draco had been planning to make a move for a while now. It had been on his mind since 8th year. She was always so serious walking around with her head girl pin and her knee socks making him hard in the middle of their shared common room. Sure, maybe it had been a couple of years and ok perhaps he was taking his time actually asking her out but Theo was still an ass for doing this.
Anyone with eyes could see Neville had feelings for Hermione, but, luckily for Draco, Hermione herself had never seemed to catch on. Now, after this kiss, she was sure to figure it out. Draco’s hand tightened around his tumbler. He forced himself to keep his eyes on the two of them. They were whispering now, speaking too low for him to make anything out. He leaned forward aching to know what they were saying. He knew Theo had to be loving this, watching him squirm.
They seemed to come to some sort of agreement, Neville settled himself now in his spot on the pillow beside Hermione and ran his hand through her curls. He gripped the base of her neck and pulled her towards him, capturing her lips in a kiss. It was slow and savoring. From where he was seated, Draco could see her pretty pink tongue peeking out between her lips, tasting Neville. He should have been seething. Should have hated seeing Neville touch what should belong to him. But hearing her little moans as Neville deepened the kiss was getting him hard. He resisted the urge to palm himself, to get some release from the insane tension building in his body. She was pressing into him now, her gorgeous tits against Neville’s firm chest. He bit her lip and the sound she made had Draco’s dick jumping to attention. He crossed his legs, resting one ankle on his knee, hoping it would be enough to cover just how turned on he was.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and it was like she was staring into Draco’s soul. Her eyes connected with his even as Neville continued to devour her.
She began to circle her hips, and he knew just how desperate she was for friction. He wanted to walk right over and reach his hand up her skirt, fingering her as she kissed Neville. Show them both who was actually in charge.
Finally after too long and not nearly long enough Theo coughed loudly, jarring them apart. “I think that met the brief,” he said with a sly grin. Well done, both of you.”
Hermione was panting her low-cut white dress showing off her heaving chest.
Draco was feeling frantic, full of energy with nowhere to go. Everyone seemed to need a refill on drinks and when they returned after a quick break, the game fizzled out after just a few more rounds.
Hermione left not long after, blessedly, by herself.