Story: Tease Me

Summary: SongficDHr Companion/Sequel to Down. Draco and Hermione are invited to Harry's engagement party. Hermione's third person limited point of view as Draco teases her from the beginning to the end. ("Zabini really could have had his wicked way with you, Hermione.") ("Later, love." He pressed a kiss into her neck and into her jaw line and beside her ear, before completing letting her go.")

Authoressa: All of the reviewers for this told me to continue, so I guess I will. Hope it satisfies you.

Tease Me

I shiver when you touch me,
I tremble in delight.
I still know you want to hurt me,
You do it out of spite.

Of course she had been excited for Harry. He was her best friend. She knew it had to happen eventually. But, to be invited to the suave party she had entered on her own accord was a bit over the top of her normally rational head. It was rather loud, the music throbbing in her eardrums and the people shouting over it to talk to one another. Hermione had worn a nice dress; it was red and strapless, and clung to her like skin itself. The whole left side was scrunched up, to reveal a bit further up her thighs, but it was enough that Hermione would wear it, of course. She loved Harry, she really did, but he didn't have to go all the way out with his parties.

The person she had accompanied to Harry's party arrived back to the table she was seated at and placed a drink in front of her, with a smile on his lips. Sure, they were only friends, but who ever said friends couldn't accompany each other places? Her mind stolen on how Harry was doing right about now, she didn't noticed a hand in front of her face, until it touched her.

"Hello, Hermione." He said, his deep voice penetrating her thoughts. Her deep brown eyes snapped up as she took a sip of the drink in front of her.

"You called?"

"You've spaced out." The dark haired man chuckled, sitting back down in his seat prior to the reaching across the table. She gave him a wary grin. His blue eyes searched the room, before they landed on someone and his eyes lit up. He turned to Hermione and yanked her hand. She looked startled and as if her heart had stopped, as she stood alongside the taller man. He looked down at her with a charming smile and said, "Let's dance." She shook her head with pleading eyes to him, but the former Slytherin smiled.

Being away, not having you near-
The love is so much more.
It's pain, it's torture, without you,
Filled with pain, filled with gore.

"Please, no." He continued dragging her, as she tried furiously to dig her heels into the ground. "Blaise, come on." The man chuckled as he pulled her into the crowd, swaying with her to the pulsating beat of the wild, loud, reckless music. Hermione had to smile despite the intense pounding in her ears. She was having a nice time with a friend and decided not to ruin it. Seemingly, she wasn't paying attention, because Blaise asked her, "You know cha-cha steps?" She looked at him from over her shoulder with a weird look, before realizing the beat was changing-from a new, modern fast tempo, to the upbeat pounding of the salsa like music.

Hermione was thrown into the steps, sidesteps, and sashays of the fast-paced music. Blaise was simply a friend; another Unspeakable at the Ministry beside herself. She would never share the same thoughts of him as someone she would spend her life with. She loved Blaise-he was her friend-and she would never make anything out of the slightly stimulating, fierce dancing they were doing at the moment. She felt him grin, only because he had pressed his warm lips into her bare, slightly moist shoulders. He shifted his head slightly, inclining towards her ear, before speaking so she could hear him.

"Feel better?" He asked concernedly and was grinning madly when she nodded. "Good. I'm twirling you." He said, and before she could protest from being landed in someone else's arms, Blaise's lips were no longer on her shoulder and he took her right hand with his and spun her in circles and she felt another presence behind her.

You know exactly what makes me hurt-
What makes me drop to my knees.
It's really quite alluring,
That you don't satisfy-you appease.

Calloused hands caressed her own-sliding around her waist. She watched the long fingers with bated breath as they stopped at the hem of her dress, paying homage to the soft, peach skin with light fingers. She felt slightly nervous for the cut being high up and cursed her affinity for high cut dresses. She felt the fingers clinch the skin there slightly, making her gasp in surprise from the silken touch of the roughly handled hands. She felt a different feeling than when dancing with Blaise, because she damn well knew that she and Blaise could never dance like that, considering that they were strictly friends; nothing more and nothing less. But. having these unfamiliar hands around her waist, twirling her, spinning her, dipping her, feeling her, caressing her, holding her-it made her feel excited. She felt the discrete tip of a wand in her leg and she looked down as he twirled her and her dress floated out. The person had extended the length of the dress, making the slit bunched up and decorated in glitter even sluttier and revealing than it had been. It was now, however, more of a cha-cha like dress.

She still didn't know who was behind her, but either the cha-cha steps she was doing were exactly matched to his or he was trying his hardest not to be spotted. And suddenly, more people poured into the dance floor, joining the alignment of steps and the fast tempo of the music blaring from the speakers. He pressed tightly against her, more tightly than he had before, and she distinctly felt something long and hard pressed into her leg. With a flush, she realized what exactly it was. The dancing they were doing wasn't that arousing, was it? She felt his deep, husky voice in her ears and his hot breath tickled the tips of her ears and made her shiver.

"Zabini really could have had his wicked way with you, Hermione." She wanted to jump whoever was behind her. His voice was electrifying as hell and she wondered if his countenance would be as such. Screw personality, for now. She'd get to know him, maybe, and then decide. Hermione felt completely washed over with joy as the music changed yet again into a slow tempo. She was determined to turn around and find out who it was, when she felt his fingers squeeze around her own. She looked down, to realize that their fingers were interlocked and he intended on keeping them that way. Or so she thought. Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, as able to because of the volume lowering in the music.

Just keep me in your arms,
Stop the talking, breathing halted.
Hands caressing,
Now, you faulted.

"I'll be around, my love." He said, drawing his fingers around her neck. She trembled slightly, as she felt him twirl her, and then, she was alone. Standing there, quite confused, and overly flustered, Hermione returned to her seat with her drink. Blaise came back shortly after, with a smile on his face. He gave her a contemplative look, before taking a sip of the drink he abandoned. She smiled weakly and he looked at her, before asking, "What happened to your dress?" He fingered the thin, floaty red material with a maniacal grin. Hers faltered, before sliding into place.

"A friend altered it." She lied, scratching her nose, a habit she had taken to. Of course, Blaise recognized the habit and frowned at her. She smiled back, full force, before Blaise asked again.

"What really happened, Hermione?" She shook her head.

"I can't. Not now. Maybe-later." She said, before standing. "I think I'll check out the ladies' room." She said politely. The dark haired man nodded.

"If you aren't back in five minutes, I'll come looking for you." He warned. She nodded and smile, and with a slightly friendly wave, she walked off, in the process readjusting her dress.

Stepping into the bathroom, she splashed water on her slightly sweaty, flushed face and dried it off quickly. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her eyes dark. Hermione had pinned her hair to the back of her head, but somewhere in between dancing with Blaise and being twirled, the silky, brown curls had fallen from the up style and lay around her shoulders. She sifted her fingers through her mangled locks before pulling it into a ponytail.

She had shared about five more dances with Blaise, before they called the last one of the night. It was a slow dance and she could see everyone out on the dance floor. She leaned onto Blaise quite contently, tired and worn out from dancing. She had been in the Unspeakable's arms for a few minutes, before someone tapped his shoulder. It was Harry. She smiled at the engaged man, his green eyes gleaming with joy. He smiled back at Hermione, before asking Blaise, "Could I steal a dance from my bestest friend in the whole Wizarding and Muggle World?" He grinned and nodded, as Harry took Hermione in his arms. She smiled at him.

"How is everything with you and Ginny?" She asked politely, but Harry shook his head. "I'm not here to talk about myself. I want to know what's up with you." He said, ruffling her already mused hair. She huffed at him and spoke.

"I'm all right. Still in the Ministry, working with Blaise as an Unspeakable. It's really challenging sometimes and awful scary on occasion, but we always seem to work everything out." She beamed at him and Harry hugged her and kissed her cheek.

"That's our little Head Girl." She smacked his arm playfully as they continued to dance.

Messed it all up,
There's nothing amiss.
Trapped in my heart,
Sealed with a kiss.

Suddenly, Ginny was waving her hands over on the other side of the floor and Harry smiled at her before turning to Hermione.

"Got to see what Ginny's up to. So, I'll see you around?" He asked, giving her a slightly questioning glance. She nodded.

"Was that even a question?" She hugged him tightly for a few seconds, before he hurried over to Ginny. They were really a sweet couple. Everyone had known that they would end up together and many had been excited at the announcement of their engagement. As Hermione made to sit down, Blaise called her.

"We should get going!" She nodded and turned to leave. Stepping in between people and around people dancing, she tried to make it over to Blaise, before a hand grabbed her wrist and spoke into her ear.

"Leaving so soon?" Again. He had pressed himself tight enough to her that she could feel the hard erection in his pants poking her. She nodded stiffly, her face growing hot. "Didn't like my altercation to your dress?" He asked again, fingering the glittery material at the hem of her dress.

"N-no. I l-li-liked it. I just- I just thought it wasn't nece-neces-necessary after I finished." She blushed as his hands wrapped around her neck, clasped together and rested a bit underneath her collarbone, but a safe distance from anywhere inside the fabric of the dress.

"Later, love." He pressed a kiss into her neck and into her jaw line and beside her ear, before completing letting her go. She whirled around, but not until noticing he had passed her in an attempt to get out of the door. She looked and her eyes met with the back of a blonde head. Malfoy.

At the flat she had shared with Blaise, she thought. How could he do this to her? Make her feel like this? So-flushed and constantly unaware of everything? She shivered at the blast of the cold as she slid her dress down to a puddle of meshy fabric on the hardwood floor. She pulled out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt, before pulling them on. Why would he do something like that anyway? Didn't he hate her with a passion unknown? Sighing, she slid into bed, the back of her leg tingling from the absence of the fantasy she had created.

Leaning against the bricks of the building outside of Harry's party, Draco Malfoy sighed and ran a shaking, pale hand through his silvery-blonde hair, his grey eyes darkening in hate and lust. He laughed coldly and harshly, before rubbing the throbbing pain in his pants, and whispering quietly, "Tease me, Granger. Tease me."

My only love,
Chained and not free.
He tortures my soul,
His laughs filled with glee-
Because, He tortures just me.

Tease Me