Authors Note: This was made for my very fantastic friend who likes bondage. =D He liked it quite a lot. I hope all the DracoxHermione shippers like it.

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters... :(

Draco x Hermione

Three shots in the dark

In a shaded corner, Hermione Granger sat, looking on the party that was unfolding around her. Pink and white streamers were hanging in mid air, sweeping down and over the dance floor and tables. Animated Cherubs sat on them and flew, sometimes letting an arrow full of confetti over people. Glass balls filled with a pink or white light drifted over the tables, giving it a more intimate feel. Sometimes they would drift to low and bump peoples heads, and they would bat them off like volleyballs.

The middle of the dance floors was filled with costumed witches and wizards, rocking to the latest Weird Sisters hit, "Fangs". They were an assortment of creatures, all themed for the holiday. Dancing nearest Hermione was a man dressed like a Cherub, a pink dragon girl, and a nurse with a large love needle. She lifted a cup of butterbeer to mouth and drank it's contents. The drink should have warmed her up, but it did nothing for her.

Her eyes went around the circular room to where the entrance was. Still no Ron.

She had only gone to the party because he had invited her. She could even still remember his look of excitement when she agreed that it sounded fun. But since then, things had happened, and Weasley's Wizard Weezes was swamped by business. He had to stay a little longer tonight.

"Only an hour. Go ahead of me. A lot of people are going to be there. I'll go there right after." The look he had on his face was so apologetic and fearful that she had grudgingly agreed. Now it was 50 minutes of waiting, and she was hoping that he would come soon. Even the butterbeer didn't taste the same when he wasn't around.

And, she wanted him to see her costume.

Hermione had always liked cats. Her little Crookshanks was the apple of her eye, since she was a kid and she hoped to bring all that feline wonderfulness in her costume. Her ears were made from a soft velvety black material, that stuck up, and looked a little to lifelike to be made completely by hand. She had gone through the hardships of putting her hair up for once, and it curled around the base of her neck. A ribbon of black silk was tied around her neck, drawing attention to it. She wore a simple tight-fitting long sleeved shirt with a pink heart in the middle and a red school girl style skirts. A long furry tail poked out from the ends of the skirt, looking very realistic, and it twitched slightly She also wore black leather boots that tied up at the front, giving herself an extra few centimeters.

Altogether, she looked amazing. No man could deny that she didn't look sexy as hell and pretty enough to eat.

Her long fingernails drummed at the table impatiently. The music beat on, and the door still was empty. She had just decided to get up and go on the dance floor when a shadow passed over her. A chill went up the nape of her neck without warning. The brunette turned her head to see it was and was immediately hit by a cold sneer. One she hadn't seen since graduation. One she was hoping she didn't have to see for a long time.

Draco Malfoy towered over Hermione, who had to literally lean back to see his face. The boy had gotten a bit taller since he was last seen, and much more sinester.

"Well, well, well." He said with a drawl, a smirk on his face. "If it isn't Miss Granger. No Weasley to accompany you tonight I see." He looked around the room and down at her. His eyes looked hungrily between hers and she looked away, standing up.

"Oh, I didn't know they let vermin like you into these places." The costumed Hermione stood up, grabbing her bang and brushed past him but a hand suddenly grabbed at her arm with a steel grip.

"Shouldn't I be saying that?" he whispered.

There was an elegant sinisterness in his voice, that wasn't there before. She had heard it in his fathers, but not him. Draco was no longer the fearful teen of his youth. He had grown up fast and hard.

"Let go of me!" she said, raising her voice and reaching down to her bag to get her wand. But it wasn't there. Her eyes immediately steered up to Draco's cold gray ones. The answer lay there.

"Give me back my wand." she growled, trying to wrench herself from his grip. He held on tighter, digging his fingers into her arms. She let out a whimper.

"We're going to have lot's of fun tonight Granger." Suddenly he pulled her closer to him. Hermione's cheek collided with his chest, and his other arm went around her waste, squeezing her to him. She had no time to think before Draco disappeared out of the room, a smirk on his pale face.