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Hermione was anxious for tonight. Maybe a little more nervous than her dates with the Slytherin men. If this was going to be a sexy girl’s night then she would be by herself with a group of women for the first time. While she knew a little better how to treat a woman in bed, she was still relatively new at exploring a woman’s body that wasn’t her own.
And if this was a regular girl’s night, then she would be spending it with women who were expected to be her best friends. She liked them all very much of course, especially when they were touching her. And of course she had no problem with forming deeper, emotional bonds with them, in fact, she wanted it. It was the pressure that was really getting to her. She knew how to handle men in a relationship, but she was clueless to women. Funny, considering she was one.
She jumped as the clock struck six o’clock. She had half an hour until she was supposed to floo over to Pansy’s. She jumped again when a pair of arms wrapped around her. She deflated, melting into Draco’s touch.
“You’re awfully jumpy. Are you nervous about your girl’s night?” She could feel the smirk against her neck as he dragged soft kisses toward her ear.
“A little.” She confessed. His hands lightly rubbed the length of her arms soothingly.
“You worry too much, love. You’ll have a great time, I’m sure.” She could hear the implication in his deep, sexy voice. He ran his hands down her curves as he ground his semi-hard erection into her arse. She couldn’t help the little moan that escaped. Draco stepped away, ending his teasing, as she whirled around, ready to jump him.
He chuckled lightly, his hands holding her at bay, “save it for tonight sweetheart. I have explicit instructions to not ‘fuck you senseless’.” She pouted as he laughed at the adorable face she was making. He pulled her in an embrace and nipped her bottom lip before tugging on her curls.
“I’m going out to the Leaky with Theo. Have fun, Darling.” He pecked her cheek and swatted her arse for encouragement.
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Hermione arrived at Pansy’s at half 6 sharp, dressed in a simple, but sexy black cocktail dress. As she came through the floo, Pansy pounced. Hermione nearly fell to the ground as the tall, thin witch enveloped her in an intimate embrace.
“Hermione, darling,” she cooed into her ear, “I cannot wait to get my hands on you tonight.” She nipped Hermione’s ear and stepped away, letting her right herself.
“I-” Hermione was cut off by the lilting voice of Astoria.
“Don’t you dare scare her off Pansy! I’ve looked forward to this for weeks!” Hermione blushed as Astoria stormed the receiving room in mock outrage. Pansy giggled.
“My deepest apologies, Tori. I’ll back off…” The dark haired witch shot Hermione a sinful look, “… For now.” Hermione swallowed. Astoria took her hand and lead her to Pansy’s drawing room where Daphne waited for them.
Hermione eased into their company as they sipped wine, shared embarrassing stories about their husbands and each other. Hermione was sporting a nice buzz when Astoria announced they were going to play a game. She sat up, nervous again. ‘What kind of game?’
“The game is called, “Task Manager”. It’s a muggle game a friend taught me.” Hermione’s eyebrows shot up in interest.
“Each round one of us is the Task Manager. The Task Manager gives everyone a task to complete. If you fail to do the task, you take a drop of Veritaserum with a shot of Fire whiskey. The Task Manager also has to complete the task they’ve given to everyone else, but doesn’t get the punishment if they fail.” Hermione gulped. She wasn’t sure what these women might make her do.
“If you refuse to do a challenge you have to take a shot of Veritaserum and chug a glass of Fire Whiskey.” Well, at least Hermione had options.
“The current Task Manager chooses the next at the end of their round. The game goes until at least everyone has been Task Manager once. The tasks can come at any time during the night.”
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They settled themselves in a wide circle on the floor. Shoes abandoned, everyone seemed comfortable and like they had no problem sitting on the floor in a dress. Everyone except Hermione, who was thankful for the sticking charms she’d cast before flooing over.
The women decided Astoria should be the first Task Manager since she suggested the game. Astoria beamed, having already planned on going first and what her task would be.
“Everyone has 10 minutes from the time you leave through the floo to bring back one of your best girl friends.” Pansy and Daphne hopped up to race toward the floo.
Hermione, still gathering herself off the floor, panicked.
“Wait! What about the wards?” She knew she was added to the list of people allowed through the floo network, but what about other people?
“Don’t worry, Granger,” Pansy called in her teasing tone. I’ve dropped most of the wards for tonight. It should be fine.” Pansy stepped into the floo and called, “Montague Estate”.
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Hermione raced through the Potters’ floo.
“Ginny! Ginny! Are you busy?” Ginny rounded the corner into the living room.
“What’s wrong?” she frowned in concern at the out of breath witch.
“Nothing’s wrong, but we’re having this girl’s night and we’re playing this game. I have,” she looked at her watch, “eight minutes to come back with one of my best girl friends.”
Ginny beamed at Hermione.
“I’m your best girl friend, really?” Hermione smiled at the sentimental witch.
“Who else, you daft bint?” Ginny snickered at that.
“Harry!” she hollered, “I’m going out with Hermione. No idea when I’ll be in. Don’t wait up. Love you!” Hermione heard the faintest, “m’kay. Love you!” as she and Ginny stepped into the fireplace.