The Fallout by EveryThursday (reposted)

Nine

Day: 1147; Hour: 2

"Adams did not create the Pepper-Up Potion."

"Yes, he did. He published it in New Potions and Remedies in 1792, and in Ways to Survive University in the beginning of 1793!"

"Dolagan published it in The Brewery in January of 1792, and his patent was published on it in 1791. They found his journals after his death, it spoke of the Pepper-Up which he began to create in 1787!"

"Your dates are wrong!" Hermione huffs, jabbing a finger in the air toward him. "All the books I've read have cited Adams as the creator of--"

"Then your books are wrong. What, do you borrow from the bloody Bullshit Section of Jokers Comic Shop? There--"

"What?"

"Shop in Wiltshire," Dean tries to get out before they recommence their yelling.

"Read up, Granger. It was Dolagan. I'd bet anything on it."

"You're so thick, Malfoy! You're like...like the people who think Edison invented the light bulb, and refuse to believe anything else even though--"

"I thought Edison did invent the light bulb?" Colin asks, cutting her off.

"Grah!" Hermione yells, shaking her hands at the two men across from her, almost running into Dean on her way from the room before he darts out of the way.

"Witches," Colin mutters behind her.

"That witch," Malfoy growls.

Day: 1151; Hour: 14

Malfoy slams her back into the fridge hard enough that the sugar bowl jolts off of it and crashes onto the counter. His hands are up her shirt, cupping her breast, the other fingering the clasp at her back. His mouth was moist and wanting, his body pressed hard against hers, smothering her lovely.

Her initial reaction to him asking her if she had found out about whom, exactly, created the Pepper-Up Potion was to panic for a second, before quickly changing the subject...By snogging the hell out of him. She had quickly found her hands filled with a very demanding, very aroused blond, and the situation had spiraled out of control from there.

She wasn't even aware he had unsnapped her bra until he pulled it off so easily with her shirt. The whole reason she had allowed him to shuck the shirt was because she knew she would be at least minimally protected from complete upper nudity. She blushes, flustered, realizing just how bright it was in the kitchen with the lights on. Her fear and insecurity weigh like a ball in her throat as he tosses her clothes to the ground. She was already moving her arms, ready to make a break for a bedroom in the most dignified way possible, when he is back. He presses himself against her again, covering her with his chest, and she breathes out harshly at the feel of the cotton against her nipples.

He ravages her mouth before leaving for her neck, going off the noises she makes to relocate the spots he has not yet remembered by heart. He burns a trail to her collarbone, licking and scraping his teeth, and she wakes from her daze again the closer he gets to her breasts. Her embarrassment joins the flush of her arousal against her chest, neck, and face, and she wraps her fingers around his shoulder to stop him.

"Malfoy, I...I really don't th-- Oh. God." She packs her air up to stop herself from moaning, but it escapes anyway, long and deep from her throat.

Malfoy was not the first man to touch her breasts, but he was the first to clamp his mouth around her nipple like his current actions. She breathes out hard, grasping his hair in her fingers as he sucks, tugging gently with his teeth before he flicks the tip of his tongue against it. It is a whole new sensation that she did not think she was possible of in that area, and later she will blush at the memory of pushing into his mouth and moaning his name.