"I don't know about this, Ginny..."

"Shut it, Hermione. It's a party and you're wearing this whether you like it or not."

It was the annual back to school party that the 6th and 7th year students secretly held every year in a secret part of the castle. Ginny was wearing a short, green, halter neck dress with matching shoes and was trying to convince Hermione to wear the outfit she'd picked out for her: a short black dress with spaghetti straps that clinged to every curve; and black, lace up, heeled sandals. Ginny had already done Hermione's hair and make-up, much to Hermione's chagrin. "Put it on." The young red head commanded, and Hermione obeyed. The 6th year could be very scary when she put her mind to it. "See? I told you it'd look good on you!" Ginny grinned and clapped her hands. "I don't know," Hermione said, tugging on it. "Isn't it a little... low cut?"

"Well, duh! If you've got it, flaunt it, and you've got it."

"It's also kind of short."

"You're missing the point!" Ginny threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. "You have to show of all the best bits, or guys won't look at you twice. And with you looking like you do now, I doubt you'll be sleeping alone tonight." Ginny waggled her eyebrows and laughed as Hermione blushed bright red.

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Malfoy was in his dormitory, working on a transfiguration essay and bored out of his mind. Suddenly, the door burst open and Blaise Zabini came in grumbling to himself. "What bit you?" Malfoy asked. "There's a party going on at the other end of the castle, and we weren't invited." Blaise growled. Malfoy just laughed.

"As if any of us Slytherins would be invited to a stupid Gryffindor party."

"It's not just Gryffindor, all the 6th and 7th years from all of the houses are there. Even the Slytherins, it's just a few of us who weren't asked. Us two included."

"What? You're shitting me!" Malfoy threw his quill down. "I'm not settling for stupid homework when there's a party going on!" He smiled wickedly at his best friend. "Fancy a bit of gate crashing, Blaise?"

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"I'm really don't know about this, Ginny..." Hermione said as Ginny dragged her through the secret tunnel to where the party was being held. "You look great; no boy will be able to keep his eyes off you." Ginny's eyes narrowed "Harry better had though, or he'll find himself without any balls 'cos I'll have lopped them off with an axe."

"You can be really scary sometimes, Ginny."

"Thanks." They'd reached the door to the party room and loud music could be heard inside. "Now, wait out here a few minutes after I go in, and then come in. You have to make an entrance."

"But, I-" But, Ginny had already slipped through the door to the party. Hermione sighed, and waited a few minutes like Ginny had instructed, then took a deep breath and entered the room.

The music blazed and people were laughing and drinking. Hermione felt self conscious as people turned to stare. She saw boys' jaws drop as they took in her appearance and she blushed. Ron came over to her. "Wow, Hermione, you look..." he said. Hermione decided to go for the carefree approach Ginny had taught her. She laughed, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Ginny styled me. Wanna go dance?"

"Uh... I can't really dance very well." Hermione laughed and made her way over to the dance floor in the middle of the room. She started dancing to the music by herself, and she threw back her head and laughed, she was actually enjoying herself. After a little while, a guy who she only knew to be in Hufflepuff came over to her with a plastic cup of clear liquid. Hermione threw it back, glad that she had something to drink after her tiresome dancing. It had a strong taste that she identified as firewhiskey. She didn't usually drink, but it was a party after all. Another cup was offered to her and she gladly accepted it. 'Time I loosened up a little.' She thought.

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Malfoy and Blaise entered the room where the party was taking place. "This is what we were so fussed about?" Malfoy scoffed, but a table in the corner caught his eye. "At least there's booze." They made their way over to the drinks table and started swigging back firewhiskey as if it was water.

A good few firewhiskey's later, Malfoy was by himself. A drunken Blaise had copped off with some blonde ravenclaw. Suddenly, a girl in the middle of the dance floor caught his eye. Wait, was there two of them? No, he was just seeing double. There was one girl, dancing by herself, whilst a bunch of guys were drooling over her as if she was the latest broom. 'Cowards.' Malfoy thought. 'Too chicken to approach her. Well that's not gonna stop me.' He made his way over to her, placed his hands on her hips and started dancing with her. If she minded that he was dancing with her, she didn't show it. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and continued dancing. When the song finished, he kept one arm around the mystery girl's waist and led her from the room. She didn't protest. Luckily, the room of requirement wasn't far away from the party venue. The door appeared in the wall and Malfoy and the mystery girl staggered inside. Malfoy smashed the girl up against the wall and started kissing her passionately. She kissed him back with just as much as passion; and they both started tearing at each other's clothes. There was a very conveniently placed bed and they toppled onto it. Not that they noticed. They probably wouldn't have even noticed if the room was on fire.

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Hermione groaned as she awoke the next morning. 'Oh god, my head.' She thought. 'I'm never drinking again. It feels like goblins are doing river dance in hobnailed boots in my head.' She slowly opened her eyes. 'Odd. I don't remember there being a fireplace in my dormitory, and since when have my bed sheets been white?' she suddenly sat up. There was a lump in the bed beside her. 'Oh god, I didn't.' She thought. The lump next to her groaned and rolled over, exposing his platinum blonde hair. 'No.' she thought in horror. 'No. No way. I did not sleep with Draco Malfoy. It's not possible!' She tried to remember the previous night. 'I remember the party.' She thought. 'And drinking too much firewhiskey, my huge hangover proves that, and... And dancing with a tall blonde guy. And kissing the blonde guy, and...' Hermione jumped out of the bed. "Oh no! I did, I really did!" she shrieked. The Malfoy lump groaned and opened his eyes. "Granger?" he asked. "Ow, my head. That was you I shagged last night?" Hermione squealed and grabbed the bed sheet, wrapping it around herself. "Calm down, Granger. It's nothing I didn't see last night." He smirked. "And what a night that was..." Hermione would've hit him if she didn't have to focus on holding her sheet up. She settled for glaring at him instead. "Don't deny it, Granger, you know you loved every second of that last night." Malfoy grinned evilly ( is that a word? Tough, even if it's not, it is now). "Shut up." Hermione glared at him. "We were both really drunk, especially me, and it was a one night thing. So, let's never speak about it again. It was a one off, and it's never, ever going to happen again."

"What? Why?" Malfoy sat up and glared at Hermione.

"You don't seriously want this to happen again do you?"

"Well, yeah!"

"But, WHY?"

"Because it was fucking fantastic! You think so too, and don't try and deny it." Malfoy glared at her.

"There's no way I'd EVER enjoy sleeping with you, Malfoy." Malfoy stood up, went over to Hermione and grabbed the tops of her arms. Hermione concentrated on his livid face, and tried not to focus on the fact that he was... well, naked. "You loved every second of it, Granger, and you know it."

"Even if I did," Hermione stepped back, and Malfoy loosened his grip on her arms and his hands dropped to his sides. "That doesn't make it all right to do it again."

"Does to me."

"Nevertheless, it's not going to happen again." Hermione had spotted a screen in the corner of the room, and she gathered up her clothes and went behind it to get dressed. She'd just fastened the clasp on her bra when she realised that her knickers weren't there. She sighed and pulled her dress on, then laced up her sandals. She went around the screen and started hunting along the floor for her knickers. "Looking for something?" Malfoy said, grinning. Hermione stood up and brushed some dust off the front of her dress. "No." She said. She'd have to come back and find them later. "Are you sure?" Malfoy pulled something from under the pillows. "You aren't looking for this?" He twirled her black thong around his finger. Hermione punched him.

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Hermione had stormed out of the room of requirement (after snatching her thong back). Draco rubbed his jaw, but was still grinning. "Just you wait, Granger." He got off the bed and tugged his jeans on. "You might try and resist me, but I'll get you to give in." He ran a hand through his hair, seemingly not bothered about talking to himself. "Looks like the chase is on."

A/N: oooooh! will hermione give in? will anyone find out? only the next chapter will tell.