High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

Variations on Locker Room Talk

"Well that was fucking unpleasant." Dean stated after several moments of silence.

"Soooo...Ron. You and Hermione?" Harry tentatively looked up at his best friend for confirmation.

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone. It's supposed to be a secret." Ron whispered loudly. He was still too high to realize that others were present.

"Does Lav Lav know?" Ginny asked.

"Nobody knows. It happened a few times at the beginning of the year, but Hermione put an end to it. You know...she was way better than Lav."

Draco couldn't believe he was allowed to witness this.

"Yeah? Like...how?" Harry asked, trying to appear casual.

"Like...I don't know. She does this thing with her mouth." Ron never would have engaged in this sort of locker room talk if he had not still been stoned out of his mind. "I can't describe it. But it was fucking mental."

It was Dean's turn to ask questions. "So did you guys like, do it do it, or just fool around?"

"Just fooled around. But she's not a virgin. She had sex with Krum last year when he was on tour in England."

"You guys do realize that I'm still here, yeah?" Ginny wasn't too keen on hearing about her brother's sexual exploits with her best friend.

Draco forgot all about smoking weed. He wasn't really too keen on it to begin with. He had just learned some very valuable information about Granger. Information his Slytherin chums would be very interested to hear.

When Granger had come back from the summer this past year (apparently no longer a virgin) it was evident she wasn't the frizzy-haired, buck toothed little know-it-all she had always been. Her breasts swelled impressively under her uniform jumper. She had grown taller, her legs longer, and her skirt shorter as a result of it. Her lips were pinker, her hair smoother, and her eyes held a secret sort of "woman-ness" that made her male classmates desperate to crack the code.

Blaise and Theo sure as fuck noticed her. They talked about her enough—wondering what she looked like under her robes, speculating as whether maybe she preferred girls. Draco kept silent during these discussions, but only because he had spent five years tormenting the girl. To suddenly admit that he too had noticed the new developments in the Muggleborn would be accepting defeat.

But Merlin almighty, did Draco notice. Yet another reason this year was such a crap shoot was the self-loathing he felt that Granger had become the star of his daily wanking fantasies. To learn that she was so good with that smart little mouth...it was priceless. Draco could almost forgive her for punching him in the face. Although...

He would rather Avada himself than admit it to anyone, but the fact that Weasley had gotten his freckled hands on the girl was beyond offensive to him. She was so painfully out of his league in every possible way that Draco felt there could not possibly be any justice in the world if Weasley could get a girl as fine as Granger to suck him off, and Draco hadn't so much as kissed a girl since the start of the year.

Draco would have thought that Granger had higher standards. He meant what he said that she was slumming it with a Weasley. She could have anyone! She could have him for fuck's sake! Every bloke in Slytherin wielded a boner for the uptight little chit. He'd bet his blood that those in Gryffindor did too. The Ravenclaw nerds probably jerked off to the idea of Granger curled up in bed with a book. As for those poofters in Hufflepuff...they wouldn't know what to do with a pussy if it was presented to them on a silver platter.