Damaged Goods by slytherin_after_dark

Chapter 5

- NOT MY STORY!! ALL CREDITS TO @slytherin_after_dark ON A03!!
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She put on her favorite skirt with stockings, hiking the skirt up so it was shorter than normal. She left the first few buttons of her blouse open, making sure the lacey black bra underneath it was visible.

For once, she tried to make her hair comply with her, which was a rather labor-intensive undertaking but resulted in long, luscious curls. She had never used much makeup but there was always a first for everything. A few spells resulted in fuller lashes and perfectly winged eyeliner. Last was the self-made red lipstick.

Never had she been to the Slytherin common room. Sort of a rule of principle for Gryffindors.

Not surprisingly, even the door to the common room was adorned with snakes. When she walked in, she was taken aback. For some reason, she hadn't pictured it like this. The room had two levels, dark wood, and expensive leather couches. Part of the floor was glass and underneath was water. The room was dark except for green lights and candles in numerous spots. Green vines traveled along the bookcases. It looked magical. Music was loudly playing.

What better way to say goodbye to the old Hermione than in the Slytherin common room? She walked in further and looked at the crowd on the dancefloor. Some were floating on broomsticks. On the second level, several couples were making out, kissing passionately. To the right, she noticed one of them actually having sex against a wall.

With a firm grip, a hand on her arm, she was suddenly pushed against a wall. Draco towered over her with cold determination. His silver eyes slowly traveled down her entire body and the muscle on his jaw rolled. "Please tell me you're not walking into a Slytherin party by yourself, dressed like that."

He smelled of whiskey and mint. Or something akin to cold fresh air. It might just be the ice that surely flowed in his veins.

She moved her body closer to him and as she predicted, he stilled against her, almost holding his breath.

"I'm not by myself," she said as she placed a hand on his chest, which was heaving with angry breaths. "You're here, aren't you?"

She rose on her tiptoes, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him slowly towards her. Silver turned mercury; his eyes dropped to her lips. Right before they kissed, she pulled away. "Have a good night." With that, she walked away, towards the group of boys she had set her eyes on. Draco's hand on her wrist was like a vice grip.

"What the fuck are you doing, Granger?"

She shrugged. "I'm already called a Slytherin slut, might as well live up to my reputation."

With utter confusion, he stared at the group of guys behind her and back at her. He shook his head at her.

"I'm not yours. You don't get to tell me what to do." She freed herself from his hand and walked away. "And you certainly don't need to come to my rescue tonight."

The group of guys was perfect for what she had planned. Mostly guys she had only seen in passing. They had called her a slut. Degraded her in public almost on a daily. Time to give them what they wanted.

When she approached them, they started to whistle. "Granger, ready for more Slytherin cock?"

She smiled at the guy who had said it, not even knowing his name. "I make you guys a deal. Whoever is the best kisser can take me up to the second floor and fuck me for everyone to see."

For a moment they were quiet, mouths gaping open. Then they started cheering.

"What if we are all great kissers?"