RON'S BIRTHDAY BASH

Hermione went down to the prefect common room and greeted Ron who was sitting on the couch with his arms resting on the back of it.

"Happy Birthday, Ron!" Hermione said cheerfully as she took a seat next to him. "Any plans for the day?"

"Take a wild guess." Ron nudged her playfully in the arm. "Ernie is throwing me a party tonight. We're going to sneak some Gryffindors in." Ron started counting his mates on one hand. "Harry, Neville, Dean, Seamus. They're all coming! I assume you are too?"

Hermione forced a smile at Ron. She wasn't really in a party mood. Lately, all she wanted to do was spend some alone time with Draco in his dorm.

"Come on Mione. It's not every day I turn sixteenth." Ron put an arm around Hermione. "It would mean a lot to me if you came."

"Fine, I'll go. But only for a little bit." Hermione crossed her arms. Ron stood up from the couch.

"I'll see you tonight." He said as he turned to leave the room.

Hermione watched him leave. She wished it was only going to be a small get-together but if they were sneaking people in she knew it would be the exact opposite. She told herself she would stay for cake and maybe a drink or two and then leave. She thought about her plan for a few minutes before she felt a presence behind her.

"Party tonight?" Draco whispered in her ear. "I'll see you at mine when it's over."

Hermione looked up at him hovering over her. She smiled as he bent down to kiss her neck. She couldn't help but giggle. He straightened up and gave her a wink before heading out. She wondered if they could just skip the party altogether and have one of their own in his room tonight. However, it was her best friend's birthday and it would be rude to blow him off.

***

After dinner, Hermione went back to her common room. She was amazed by the decorations. She didn't expect to see the room dressed up so extravagantly.

Gryffindor banners were hanging from the walls and ceilings along with a larger birthday banner draped over the doorway that led to the dorms. It read 'Happy 16th Ron!' In bright gold letters. On the refreshment table, there was a variety of different liquors and a two-tier cake with chocolate frosting and sixteen candles on top.

Hermione went to her room to get ready. She threw on a pair of jeans and a maroon sweater. She thought she might as well represent her Gryffindor colors for Ron tonight. On her way out, she noticed that Draco's door was cracked open. She looked down the hall to make sure nobody was watching before she snuck inside.

She pushed the door open and found Draco sitting at his desk with a bottle of what appeared to be Firewhisky. He was holding it by the neck, taking a drink when Hermione shut the door. He jumped in his seat and almost spat out his mouthful.

"Goddamnit, Granger." He said through coughs. "Don't you knock?"

"Sorry! The door was open." Hermione tried to contain her laughter as he wiped the drool off his chin. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I was getting myself ready for this party before you nearly made me choke." Draco offered her the bottle. "Care to join me?"

"I don't know. I wasn't planning on drinking that much tonight."

"Come on," Draco said, waving the bottle in her face. "Don't tell me you're too proud to have a shot with me."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and snatched the bottle from his grip. She took three long pulls and cringed as she swallowed the fiery liquid. She wiped her mouth and set the bottle down.

"Now that's what I like to see," Draco said as he took a drink for himself. "Let's go then."

Draco left Hermione behind in his room. She waited a few moments until the coast was clear. She snooped around a bit before leaving. He had an alarming amount of black suites in his closet and on his desk was a journal she didn't dare to read. She didn't want to know. But after thinking about it for a bit, maybe she should've.

The common room was packed. Prefect parties were supposed to be Prefects only. Hermione had no idea how they got away with inviting so many people. She saw Ron and Harry and most of the students that were in Dumbledore's army. Even Luna was there having a drink.

Hermione's stomach was already feeling warm from the shot she took a couple of minutes before. 'Fuck it' she thought and got herself a mixed drink and sipped. She was glad Harry was there so she would have someone to talk to when Ron got his liquid confidence back.

Hermione chatted and sipped through the night. Once in a while, she would make eye contact with Draco. She thought it was rather noticeable but it never caught anyone's attention. Hours passed and Hermione wasn't aware that she probably had a bit too much to drink. After cake, she demanded the music to stop and she stood up on the coffee table.

"I would like to make a toast!" Hermione said as she almost fell right off the table. She laughed at herself as she caught her balance and held up her cup. "To one of my very dearest friends in the whole world." The words were harder to say the more she talked out loud. "I love you Rony! I hope sixteen treats you the best!" She finished her drink and actually fell off the table this time.

"That was wonderful Hermione," Ron said, helping her off the ground. Hermione was gasping for air as she was laughing wildly. "May I have a birthday dance?" Ron took her by the waist and the music began to play again.

Hermione and Ron spun around the common room while people went back to the party. Every time they turned around she spotted Draco glaring in their direction. Ron and her only had a platonic relationship so Hermione didn't think it was that big of a deal to share a dance with a friend. When the song came to an end, Ron dipped her then brought her back up for a hug.

"I'm really glad you came."

As Ron said that, Hermione saw Draco in the corner of her eye. He crossed his arms and excused himself from the party with a foul look on his face. Hermione felt guilty. She broke off of Ron and followed Draco to his room. She mindlessly barged in on him.

"What's your problem?" Hermione asked.

"I can't believe you danced with that oaf." Scoffed Draco.

"Is Draco Malfoy jealous?" Hermione crossed her arms. "I thought you had more self-confidence than that." She said with a smile across her face.

"Shut up!" Draco's face turned bright red. "I am confident!"

"Then why are you jealous?"

"I'm not- ugh!" Draco rolled his eyes. "You Are drunk. Please leave." He said, pointing to the door.

"No. Not until you tell me why you're so upset about a silly dance." Hermione took a step closer.

"It's obvious he has a thing for you."

"And that bothers you, why?"

"I don't want to see you with anyone else!" Draco admittedly blurted out.

"I thought you said you weren't jealous." Hermione raised an eyebrow. Draco got right in her face.

"Shut up." Draco pushed Hermione on his bed. Hermione gave him a devilish grin as he pinned her down on the mattress. Hermione's sweater pulled back on her throat when he climbed on top of her, choking her a bit. She didn't know whether to feel threatened or aroused. Draco looked down on her with pride as if he had just won a wrestling match. He stared at her for a while, biting his bottom lip before forcing his mouth on hers.

Hermione squirmed, begging him to get in between her legs once again. He pressed up against her pelvis without loosening the grip he had on her wrists. He made his way down to her neck. Hermione let out a loud moan which made Draco let go of one of her arms and clasped it around her mouth.

"I said shut up." he proceeded to push his body on hers making Hermione whimpered as she tried to catch a breath. Hermione wondered if this was a position she wanted to be in. She hated to admit it, but she kind of liked it. Hermione looked into the eyes of the person who was dominating her. His brows knitted as he pushed himself onto her. The friction was rough between their jeans. Hermione couldn't wait to get out of them but she realized she was no longer in control.

He finally let up to remove his shirt. Hermione didn't move. She just let him unbutton her pants and shake them off her legs. Draco admired her for a moment before flipping her over on her hands and knees. Hermione had no idea how he had gotten so strong. He started to undress her. She arched her back. She could hardly breathe with his hands grabbing at her underwear like that. He pulled anthem round her ass and down her thighs, exposing her bare skin. Hermione braced herself for the impact. She bit down on her wrist taking a mouthful of sweater in to muffle her inevitable whimpers when he would move inside her. Without warning, Draco forced himself deep into Hermione. He started slow then picked up the pace as he pushed her head into his pillow. She gasped for air with every probe.

Hermione let out a sob-like moan when Draco dug his fingernails into her backside. Except it was far from the pain she should've been feeling. Pleasure took over Hermione as she got lost in the rocking of her body and the subtle squeaking of the headboard. She felt a tingly sensation in her lower abdomen when Draco switched up his angle. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a suppressed wine as she felt the pressure release. She collapsed on the bed and dropped to her stomach. Draco pressed his chest to her back and went as deep as he possibly could.

"You liked that, huh?" Draco buried his face in Hermione's neck. Hermione tried to breathe. She spasmed under his body and Draco slowed his rhythm. "I'm not done with you yet." Draco pulled out and flipped Hermione onto her back. He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her hard. Hermione continued to twitch. She didn't know if she could handle much more.

Draco pulled her sweater over her breasts. They were pushed up perfectly in a black bra. He kissed them as he made his way down to her waist. He scooted down wrapping his arms around both of her thighs and pulled her up to meet his mouth. Hermione flinched.

"No, Draco." Hermione panted through her words. "Please. I can't-"

"Not another word," Draco said before pressing his tongue in between her wet lips. Hermione groaned trying to be as quiet as possible. Her legs shook viciously and Draco licked her up and down. As she got louder, Draco gripped tighter, intimidating her. His tongue slipping in and out made Hermione's toes curl. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it to her face as she let out a compulsive shriek. She sobbed out of pleasure as her inner thighs were pressed firmly against Draco's face. Draco let go and came up for air looking incredibly pleased with himself.

"I'm going to fuck you now and you're not going to make a single sound." Draco hovered over Hermione's trembling body. "Understood?" Hermione nodded her head silently as Draco eased himself into her again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and clawed at his back. Anything to put down her urge to scream. The headboard banged against the wall and Draco plunged over and over again. Hermione shut her eyes and held her breath for his final strokes.

"Fuck." he said under his breath as he removed himself. He shuttered and released himself. Hermione choked as she tried to breathe again. Sweat was streaming down Draco's face making his hair flatten on his forehead. He sat up and picked up a towel to clean Hermione off himself this time. She was flattered with the gentleman-like gesture. He threw the towel aside and flopped down on a pillow next to Hermione. The room was silent beside their simultaneous heavy breathing. Hermione was shot. She fell asleep instantly not worrying about the consequences of waking up next to him the next morning.