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A/N: Set 10 years later, i.e. Harry is born 1990, Hogwarts starts 2001. And. Fred and Lavender didn't die. Please excuse any spelling mistakes, and let me know what they are.

The date on the Magicked scoreboard read September 4, 2015. The Holyhead Harpies lead 90 to 10 against the Sweetwater All-Stars.

"God, Hermione, look at Ginny fly." Harry whispered so only she could hear. Hermione watched her best female friend zoom overhead, quaffle in hand. Harry glanced as the whole Weasley family cheered next to them. "I think I'm going to ask her to marry me tonight."

"Not tonight, Harry. If she wins, she won't be home til well after midnight." Hermione said in his ear. She pulled a cell phone from her pocket, and flashed the screen so Harry could read 'Her and I are going to the club. Ask her this weekend, she has something planned for you.' Harry's eyes lit up, and he nodded.

"Hermione, is this good?" Ginny asked about the muggle outfit she had choosen. The tall redhead wore a black thigh length skirt, a loose red tank top, and black stilletos. Hermione was actually surprised at how well the outfit matched her own frilly white tank top, black leather pants, and black stilletos.

"For sure, Gin. You'll make the muggles drool." Hermione chuckled. She magicked her wallet into her pocket, as well as Ginny's. Luna and Lavender would meet them at the club, and Hermione was dead set on making sure they all got home safely. Both witches apparated a safe distance from the club. "Alright, if it isn't fun, we'll leave. If it isn't safe, we'll leave."

"I'm sure it will be fun." Ginny laughed, dragging Hermione to meet up with Luna and Lavender. When they spotted the two in question, they realized they were accompanied by two very familiar males. Harry and Ron, who was dating Lavender once again, flanked them.

"We're here for your safety. Before you say anything, Ginny, Hermione, Lavender told Ron, Ron told me. I'm literally just here to ensure you all have a good time, especially you, Hermione. All drinks on me, ladies." Harry embraced her quickly, then turned to Ginny, leading them forward. They each flashed their i.d.s to the bouncers and were let in.

And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be number

And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come

The three Pureblood wizards took a few moments to adjust to the svelte club they found themselves in. Harry shared a conspiratorial grin with Hermione as he ordered the females' drinks and two rows of shots. Ron was hovering closer to Lavender, trying to be the dominate and overprotective male around her. They made their way to claim a booth for the males to sit at should they want to dance. They sat to take their shots and enjoy their drinks.

Hermione stared as Harry placed a tall drink and an extra shot in front of her. Ginny smirked, and held up a shot, toasting silently to each woman, before downing it as Hermione downed hers. She started drinking from the tall glass that she had thought was just cola. Of course, Harry had ordered her a Whiskey and Coke. She looked at him, and he gave her a look that she knew meant the whole thing needed to be drank, and that there were more to come. However, after a second shot, Ginny, Luna, and Lavender pulled her to the dance floor.

All this money on me, Come and take it from a G, All she tryna do is get naked, naked, naked, naked

Hermione found herself pressed up to Ginny, dancing. She was shocked a little when Ginny was grinding on her, but the shock passed and Hermione grinded back.

Patty cake, Patty cake, With no hands, Got me in this club making wedding plans, If I take picutres while you do your dance, I could make you famous on Instagram

Lavender had disappeared and Hermione found herself sandwhiched between Ginny and Luna. She was enjoying herself, dancing with her two best female friends. They grabbed her hands to lead her back to the table. Harry waved his wand under the table and the music was muted by the silencing charm.

"We got an invite to a house party out in Wiltshire, I'm to escort you ladies to the ride once Hermione finishes her drink." Harry explained. Hermione saw the looks from the two girls and downed her whisky and coke, then extended an arm to each of them. Harry lead the way to a deserted alley. A carriage appeared, and he helped them in. Once the door closed, the carriage transported them. "Mind you, it's a Wizard's house party."

"You're a Wizard's house party." Hermione giggled. Harry could only grin, he knew full well Hermione was pretty drunk, but he wanted her to let loose. The carriage halted outside a dark but exquisite manor.

"On your best behaviour, ladies, and we come back next week," Harry explained as he walked them to the door. A house elf opened it, and muggle music blared from inside. Hermione was already bouncing on her feet as the elf lead them to the grand ballroom. Harry kissed Ginny's cheek before the three girls went straight to the dance floor.

"Mr. Potter, Master Malfoy awaits above." The small elf showed him the stares to a balcony over the room. Harry took the steps two at a time.

"Harry." Draco Malfoy nodded as he entered.

"I love what you've done to the place." Harry shook Draco's hand.

"It had to be done. Is that Hermione Granger grinding between Luna and Ginny?" Draco was shocked peering over the rails. Harry chuckled and sat at the small desk. "She's drunk." It wasn't a question.

"Quite. She hasn't stopped drinking, either." Harry explained.

"There's rooms available, should the need arise. Business first." Draco smiled and placed several papers on the desk for Harry to go over. He watched below as he read, his eyes not leaving the brunettes face once. "Of course, the Weasley twins can sell their items there, as well."

"My word, Draco. A shopping center?" Harry laughed. He was on the last page. "Am I reading this right? Malfoy & Potter, Inc.? This was your idea, Draco. You don't need to honour me in any way."

"Harry, this is a partnership. Equal. I won't do it if your name isn't on it." Draco insisted, looking away from Hermione briefly.

"You should tell her, Draco. Tell her how you feel." Harry stated, knowing exactly where Draco's eyes laid. Harry signed the paper and handed them back. "Let's go."

Draco filed the papers away, and started down the stairs. He knew he couldn't profess his admiration to Hermione. He'd spent all of school mocking her. As she came into view once more, she was sipping a Firewhiskey.

"Miss Granger." He whispered next to her as not to startle her. Hermione turned and wrapped her arms around him.

"Draaaaaaaaaaco. I need to thank the host. But dance with me!" The last words were a whine as a slower song came on. She laid her head on his shoulders and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her, eyes clothes, swaying with her.

There's something that I can't quite explain, I'm so in love with you, You'll never take that away, And if I've said it a hundred times before, Expect a thousand more, You'll never take that away

"You know, Draaaaaco, I've had the biggest crush on you since first year. But you were such a prat. You were so prejuidiced against me over something I could't control." She was still swaying to the music in his arms. Yet she couldn't stop the flow of words. "But even then, I'll never be good enough for you. I'm poor, I offer you nothing. No apothecary, no broom store, nothing. Good night..."

She fell asleep in his arms. He caught Harry's attention, who was magically supporting both Luna and Ginny, who were giggling.

"Perhaps a room, Draco..." Harry finally agreed. Draco hoisted Hermione to lay across his arms as he lead the way to the main sleeping quarters, his own rooms. The silence here was deafening.

"The doors auto-lock once the person is asleep. Safety mechanism. Uh, Harry. Hermione said some things she may regret in the morning, tell her I wasn't here." Draco whispered before leaving.