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[Hermione Fanon Ships Fest] FIC: Switch - Chapter 15/17
Hermione Fanon Ships Fest 02
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Title: SWITCH (Chapter 15/17)
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: 1061 (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.

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





CHAPTER FIFTEEN



The Ministry of Magic


London, England


December 1, 2003 – Monday Morning




Gin appeared in my doorway again, her face a cross between uncertainty and concern, another newspaper in her hand.



Fuck a royal duck.



I held out my hand, firming up my emotions, expecting the worst.




Malfoy Heir Breaks Off Engagement




No picture of him this time, but there was a rather lovely image of Astoria trying to duck from the flashbulbs of reporters, tears dripping down her alabaster cheeks. Her left hand was bare of ornamentation, and she seemed extremely distraught as she held her hand up to the side of her face and rushed away. I tried to hold back the Schadenfreude, but that was like asking the moon to pause in her motion.



“Now that’s a grin worthy of a serpent,” my BFF pointed out with some amusement.



I put the paper down and glanced at her. “If anyone would know,” I winked, feeling a strange euphoria overtake my mood.



My best girl friend and her boy-toy Zabini had been through a rough patch there after the whole Halloween thing, but once she’d explained she’d been at the club that night merely to cheer me, and not to party down with a man, he’d forgiven her. Her neck had been covered with the evidence of his full claim upon her the next day, and now on her right hand, there was a promise ring. They’d been officially dating since September, when she’d taken my advice and gotten him to go out with her, but that ring had upped the ante in their relationship, taking it to a higher level. Basically, they’d gone exclusive. I was rather happy for her, if not a bit sad for Harry, who’d thrown himself into his work once he’d heard the news and hadn’t been seen as regularly as a result.



Harry… Ron…



It seemed my two boys were moving away from me the older we got. We’d spent all our time together in our teens, to the point of near suffocation, but the growing pains didn’t end with our leaving childhood behind at Hogwarts. Perhaps, it was best for all three of us to move apart for a bit, to give each other some breathing room so we could mature into the people we were meant to be for the rest of our lives. I loved Harry, and even Ron still (despite it all), so I really thought it was possible for us to remain friends, if not as close as before. Time, I suppose, would tell, and I’d be willing to take this one on faith.



“So, does this mean you’re getting back with blondie?” she asked, putting her booted feet up on the corner of my desk and leaning back in the chair across from me, as usual. “Are you going to switch again for him?”



I glanced back down at the headline of The Prophet’s front page, letting the words burn into my retinas. He’d broken it off with her just a day after our run-in at the Alley; maybe he’d even done it that night, instead of going to shag the little wench, as I’d imagined. This was a message for me, just like when he’d gotten engaged. Call it another hunch, but I knew he was letting me know he was once more available in the boldest way a Slytherin could.



I shook my head. I had no intention of exclusively playing the role of the submissive againbut if he wanted to meet on equal terms… I told Ginny my plan. She thought it was brilliant.



X~~~X



The Ministry of Magic


London, England


December 10, 2003 – Wednesday Afternoon




I stared at the ticket in my hand, and once more was swamped with indecision. It was June all over again, only this time, I was the gifter and not the receiver.



Taking a deep breath, I put the voucher in an envelope, sealed it and left my office for the elevator up to the Main Lobby. The Ministry’s 24-Hour Owl Delivery Service wasn’t cheap (a new addition after the war, situated just to the left of the newsstand), but I didn’t own an owl of my own to send out correspondence (Crooks would stage a coup that would end in an empty cage and a few feathers littering the bottom if I attempted to bring one home). Besides, the owls here were nondescript – a variety that any wizarding postal shop carried. Draco wouldn’t know the note was from me until he opened the envelope, as I’d planned (less chance of it being intercepted by someone who didn’t want him to see me, or of him throwing it away, if things weren’t at all as I was assuming).



“Oh, Miss Granger,” the man behind the counter caught me before I turned and flounced off back to work. “This arrived for you this morning,” he handed me an envelope and had me sign for it, apologizing for the lateness of the delivery, using the excuse that he’d been backed up because one of his employees had called in ill today. I immediately took the envelope down to my office for privacy, recognizing the linen paper, and knew who had sent it to me even without the additional of a rose this time. I prayed I hadn’t just made a mistake in sending him a ticket to this weekend’s Carnival. I mean, what if this was a letter telling me he was moving to Iceland to be with his other witch - some blonde goddess named ‘Angelique’ or some ridiculous crike like that? With my luck, it could happen.



Inside was a ticket for this weekend’s Carnival of Naughty Sins: ‘Superbia’ or ‘Pride’ – the final sin.



I laughed out loud, held the thick-stock, rectangular square to my chest and did something completely uncharacteristic: I jumped up and down, squealing with excitement. It was rather an undignified response, but I couldn’t seem to help it.



Having gotten that out of my system, I calmly marched over to Ginny’s office to let her in on the news - and to get her aid in finding an appropriate outfit for this Saturday’s special occasion.

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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