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[Hermione Fanon Ships Fest] FIC: Switch - Chapter 07/17
Hermione Fanon Ships Fest 02
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Title: SWITCH (Chapter 07/17)
Author: rzzmg
Characters: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy (main pairing), Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley
Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2472 (this chapter)
Summary: Post-Hogwarts. Novel compliant, but discards Epilogue (EWE format). It was only supposed to be one night - a set-up with a hot guy at a fetish club in Muggle London for some mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex where Hermione would play the submissive role. However, when her amazingly skilled and sensual partner, Draco Malfoy, kept sending her tickets and roses to return to the club to meet again and again, how could a single, sexually-experimental girl say 'no'? Hermione's about to learn the hard way that the sins of the flesh can prove to be too tempting for the body - and the heart - to resist.
Warnings: Very explicit sexual situations, alcohol consumption, profanity.
Disclaimer: I do not own “Harry Potter,” nor any of its characters, nor do I profit in any way from the use of said characters and situations in this writing.

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Festival of Sins

The Den and Centro, London, England

October 11, 2003 – Saturday Night (Special Event: Carnival of Naughty Fun – A Celebration of ‘Ira - Wrath’)

I found the perfect dress for tonight’s event in a woman’s fetish shop only last weekend. It was made of the softest silk, was in my favorite color blue, and was elegantly sexy, not slaggy. The top of the dress was a halter-style, attached to the very short skirt only in the middle of my belly by a circle of fabric that was delicately sewn together. The hoop-look repeated in the back, leaving a two-inch width of skin between the two pieces all the way around my midrift and between my breasts. I paired the look with a silver necklace and silver three-inch heels with an ankle strap. I’d slipped the red rose (which was in full bloom) into the top waist of the skirt portion of my dress, right above my kitty. It actually looked rather sexy there. I wore no bra and no knickers to maintain the flawless seam of the fabric over skin.

Malfoy loved it. From the moment I walked into the club at Gin’s side, and our eyes met, I knew he wanted to fuck me in the dress. There would be no clothing removal for me tonight. I probably wouldn’t even remove my shoes. The rose would probably be ruined.

We danced for a while, but it was more provocative swaying as we held onto each other, ignoring the speed of the music entirely. We kissed, and it was sweet and hot, and told me that he absolutely desired me, but also wanted to take it a bit slow and relish our time together. We were in our own world, lost to the game of seduction. We agreed to skip out in another hour or so.

At the appointed time, I returned to the table briefly as he excused himself for the loo. Gin and Blaise were absent, and I wondered if they were partaking of a room in the back themselves.

A Muggle sat down in the empty chair across from me. He was holding out a shot glass of clear liquid and predatorily smiling at me in challenge. To say he was handsome was an understatement; he was model gorgeous – tall, coal-black hair and long matching lashes, amber-whiskey eyes, strong jaw and well-defined body (from what I could see by the cut of his clothing).

I shook my head and deferred, letting him know with hand signals that I was with someone.

He mouthed a reply. “So?”

I shook my head again, firmer this time. “Sorry,” I shouted. “Taken.”

His eyes dipped to my cleavage and quickly back to meet my gaze. “I want to fuck you,” he mouthed.

I scowled, readjusted the strap of my bag so it lay close to my hip and stood up, walking towards the restrooms without another word, hoping to make it clear I wasn’t interested. Two steps away, though, and the stranger caught my wrist in a strong grip. He pulled me back and his mouth pressed to my ear before I could react. I smelled strong alcohol on his breath. “Come on, beautiful, don’t be like that!”

Draco suddenly appeared, seeming to step right out of the shadows, his face a dark mask of furious anger. With his midnight-black, industrial Goth costume and matching boots, and his countenance telling all in range that he was hungry to do murder, he reminded me of the Death Eaters he’d once been associated with. Involuntarily, I stepped back from ground zero – as far as I could get before the belligerent wanker who had a hold on me tightened his grip and I could go no further.

My lover took one look at the fool who’d dared to touch me, stepped into the man’s personal space, meeting him eye-to-eye and giving him a cold smile. An instant later, there was a muted red flash, as if someone had quickly turned on and then off again a neon light – not overtly strange in a place like this, with the lights flashing all about us - and the drunken man’s grip on my wrist went slack as he crumpled to the floor.

Without pause, Draco grabbed my wrist and yanked me after him as he hurried through the room back towards the restrooms. I didn’t look back, afraid security was right on our tail. I knew my overly-aggressive suitor would be all right, though. The red light told me he had simply been knocked unconscious. If untreated with magic, he’d come around in half an hour or thereabout, all on his own. For a minute there, I’d sworn I would see green flash before my eyes instead, and was thankful that wasn’t the case. Draco Malfoy had gotten an once-in-a-lifetime pass by the Wizengamot; he wouldn’t be so lucky a second time, especially if he used Avada Kedavra.

Ginny and Blaise appeared, as if summoned, meeting us in the hallway leading to the bathrooms. The music was somewhat muted here, thankfully, so we could talk.

“What happened? Are you all right? I got a buzz, telling me someone used ‘tricks’ in here,” she explained, using the public code for ‘magic.’ She indicated the underside of the chunky silver bracelet about her wrist, where her wand had been shrunken and stored for the night for safe-keeping. “Was it either of you?”

Draco said nothing, his face grim. I spoke for us. “A man was assaulting me - making lewd comments and he grabbed onto me and wouldn’t let go. I think he intended on forcing himself on me. Draco had to red-spell him to get him to release me.” ‘Red-spell’ was code for Stupefy. I knew Gin would understand.

Ginny let out a deep breath. “At least it wasn’t green-spell,” she commented, echoing my earlier thoughts. “They’ll already know, though. We have to go explain.” There was no question as to who the ‘they’ were; the Ministry always had a way of finding out when magic was used in the presence of Muggles, although I still did not know how they accomplished that, even after all these years.

All of us nodded, and we left the club together. Draco held my hand firmly in his the whole time, and when we Disapparated a safe distance away, he took me by Side-Along, refusing to let me go.


The Ministry of Magic

London, England

October 11, 2003 – Saturday morning (an hour later)

We were separated to give out individual statements to the Hit Wizards Office. I was shocked when Ron came into the room I had been led to and took a seat across the table from me, next to the recording officer. The man finished taking my statement as if my ex’s presence was of no matter, I noted, which meant he’d expected an Auror on-site for this one. I answered as truthfully as possible to everything asked, and then the man left Ron and I alone to go file his report.

“Aurors are always assigned by the Department in cases involving Death Eaters,” he explained without me having to ask.

“Former,” I corrected him, knowing a confrontation was inevitable.

Ron casually shrugged. “Whatever. The Malfoys were permanently assigned to Harry by the Minister years ago, though, and since I’m his partner…” He left the rest unspoken with an obvious fill-in-the-blank option. His attention wasn’t focused on the conversation, anyway, as he leisurely appraised my outfit from head to toe. It was clear where his mind had strayed. “You never wore anything like that for me.”

It was my turn to nonchalantly shrug. I unconsciously wrapped my arms about my middle, though, uncomfortable with the heat reflected in his baby blues. It was almost ironic how just last year, I’d have done anything to get him to look at me like that, but now, I wished I was very far away. “I’m exploring different facets of life.”

He was silent for a few heartbeats. “Is that how you can explain whoring about with Draco Malfoy?”

There was such vehemence in his tone that I worried for an instant just how far Ron might go in a bout of jealousy. It was time to put the kibosh on his incorrect belief that he held any rights to me whatsoever. That ship had long-since sailed. “No, but I’d say it’s a perfect explanation for you and Lavender,” I evenly challenged, hating to bring up the past but trying to make a point about throwing stones in glass houses.

The fact remained: Ron had cheated on me, not the other way around. He’d made that bed, so he could lie in it. What I did now that he’d broken us up was none of his bloody business. I told him all of that, and then some in a matter-of-fact voice that left no room for him to say another word to me about my relationship with Draco.

My ex’s face had changed a variety of shades in those few minutes, until finally he ran a hand over his eyes and sighed in resignation. “You’re right, okay? I fucked it all up, ‘Mione, and I’m sorry for it - more sorry that you can know.” He despondently peeked at me through half-raised lids. “Could we try again, maybe? Start all over? I promise it’ll be different.”

With firm resolve, I shook my head. “No, Ron, I’m sorry.”

His chair abruptly scraped back as he stood to his full six-foot, three-inch height, towering over me, and I could see in his expression that he was bitterly angry. “I could have him thrown in Azkaban, you know,” he threatened in an ominous tone. “A former Death Eater Stupefying a Muggle in public… He’d be found guilty before he stepped a foot in the courtroom, and you know it.”

I gaped at him with clear astonishment. I’d never suspected Ron would stoop to such horrid deviousness to get revenge. A dozen years we’ve been friends, and for four of those, we’d even been intimate, and I realized in that second that I didn’t really know him at all.

Standing up rather slowly, I met his eye and spoke in a voice of equal menace. “It wasn’t bad enough that you deeply hurt me by fucking another woman – my former roommate from school, no less - in our bed. Now you threaten to punish me out of spite, because you can’t have back what you threw away in the first place?” He cringed with guilt at being reminded of his folly, instantly contrite. At least he still had something of a conscience. I rounded the table and stepped up to him, squaring my shoulders, poking him in the chest and refusing to be intimidated by the likes of my ex-fiancé. “Carry out your threat and I swear to you, Ronald Bilius Weasley, I’ll curse your name forever.”

There’s power in speaking a person’s full name, and right then, Ron felt it when I called him out. Flinching first, he dropped his gaze to the floor, instantly backing down. His cheeks were pink with humiliation, his freckles bright spots against the backdrop. “I-I-I’m sorry,” he murmured, realizing how far out of bounds he’d just stepped and trying to undo the damage. “It’s just… Draco Malfoy is touching you and you’re letting him, and-” Tears wavered in the cerulean sea of his eyes. “I’d hoped that someday you and me… It won’t happen now, will it?”

I shook my head. He already knew the answer, as I’d made it clear before. “If there’s nothing more, I’d like to go home.”

Apparently, I’m rather slow on reaction time the older I get, for the next thing I knew, Ron had me in his arms, I was pressed into his chest in a powerful hug, and his face was cradled in my shoulder. “I still love you, ‘Mione! Give us another chance!”

And just my dumb luck, like some bad plot device in a movie script, Ginny picked that exact moment to open the door to ask if we were ready to go. Draco, Harry and Blaise stood in the hall just beyond her with a perfect view of the action.

Everything stopped as my eyes met my lover’s stormy stare as he took in the compromising scene before him, and my heart caught in my throat, choking me, keeping me from calling out to him as he turned on a knut and walked away, clearly misunderstanding the situation.

I’m not prone to swear outside of the confines of my mind very often, but… “Shite,” I sighed and pushed Ron away.

Ginny arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. “Yeah, no shite.”


I’d chased Malfoy to the elevators at the end of the floor hallway, struggling not to fall and mangle myself in my heels. “Would you wait up?” I shouted, huffing and puffing as I made it to his side. “It’s not… grabbed me… couldn’t move… Ron and me…”

He didn’t reply, didn’t look at me, but his jaw definitely clenched on that last part.

Tapping my heart over my chest to try to calm it, I tried again. “He hasn’t let go, but I have. I don’t want him that way.”

It was awfully quiet between us as I waited for him to reply, my heart still fluttering in my chest. The ping of the elevator let me know it had arrived a few seconds later. The doors swung open, the gate folded to the side, and Malfoy stepped up, pausing in the entrance. “You’re not my girlfriend, Granger,” he icily stated and moved into the car, pushing the button for the lobby. “No explanation is owed.”

I stood there in a state of hurtful shock as first the gate, and then the brass doors closed behind him, definitively severing us. I heard the buzz of him hitting the lobby button, and then the car backed away and rushed upwards, leaving an abysmal hole in its place…

… and in my chest.

Ginny’s warm hand slipped into mine, squeezing tight, and suddenly all of the events of the night caught up to me and tears wavered before my eyes.

“It’s only eleven and it’s Saturday. Fortescue’s should still be open for another hour,” she kindly offered.

I nodded in agreement and let her lead me away. Thank the heavens for sisters.

To be continued...

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 | Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17

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