Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to us! Warnings: Alcohol use, consensual and unconsensual sex. Angst.
Authoressess Note: Hello here is our story "Take Me Away" which is also a song by Avril Lavigne we listened to continuously while writing this lol! Hope you enjoy and we should be having regular updates depending on how many reviews we get. So read and review.
Take Me Away
By Lyn and Kate
Chapter One
Can't Handle This
"I need a place for a Halloween party." Someone walked by the Room of the Requirement three times. Moments later... it all turned into this...
A beautiful girl wearing a short white dress with an ivory mask that shielded her identity walked into the Room of Requirement arm in arm with her date- a red-headed pirate eagerly clinging to her, anxious to show her off. A smile grew on his lips, but she was detached, only a nervous feeling fluttered inside of her.
She gazed at the party, all of the students were dressed up in various costumes and already dancing to the techno music that blared from the stereo at the end of the room. Some people in the back were grinding, jumping up and down, and acting like they were auditioning for a music video. The thud thud thud of the music made Hermione's head spin instantly. The lights were dimmed, but strobe lights sprang out from each direction. By ten o'clock this had become party central. Polished mahogany tables were pushed back against the wall and were turned into bars crammed with, bottles of wine, vodka, tonic water, foreign cheeses and crackers, and other unidentifiable hors d'oeuvres.
Within an hour of the party's start a full keg and bottles upon bottles of imported wine had been consumed by the Hogwart's students that by now, had lost all inhibitions. Inter-house relations were not a problem at this point as all four houses mingled and mixed throughout the room.
"Why don't you do something to liven up the party Pansy?" Blaise came up behind Pansy and wrapped his arms around her. His whiskey breath stung her nose.
"That sounds like a dare." Pansy flicked Blaise's arms off her and strode across the room. If anyone loved a dare, she did.
She twirled the volume dial on the stereo and the new Weird Sister's song flooded the room. She narrowed her eyes as she watched everyone watching her-this was what she was waiting for. In one smooth motion, she hopped onto the tall, mahogany desk against the wall of The Room of Requirement. A large, gilded mirror hung behind it, and everyone stared as both Pansy and her image started to swing her hips in sync to the heavy, pulsing beat. She fingered the plunging neckline of her slutty princess costume, her hands slowing as she neared the top button. Her thumb pushed it through the button hole.
Pansy grinned. Suddenly it was a party again.
"Take it off!" Ron cried out drunkenly, leaping up from the armchair he was sharing with Hermione while trying to slide his hands up her pink princess skirt. Hermione glared at him, he didn't notice.
Pansy smiled devilishly and tossed her long mane of wavy black hair. With excruciating slowness she played with the second button, torturing her captive audience as long as she could before sliding it through its button hole. Her violet eyes stared down Blaise across the room and he lifted his head from Ginny's lap, where she'd been massaging his scalp. He clapped and hooted as Pansy suddenly pulled her dress down to reveal one bare shoulder.
Hermione poured herself another glass of wine at the bar, irritated by Pansy and Ron's antics. Did Pansy have to be the center of everything? She took a big gulp and looked around the room. Now the party had become even worse.
She barely noticed as a tall blonde sat down on the stool next to her, wearing baggy jeans and a black sweatshirt. She saw out of the corner of her eye that whoever it was had not bothered to dress up-and neither had she, she only had on a simple white frock, except for the white masquerade mask covering her face.
Her elbow rested on the surface of the bar and her head was slumped against her hand. She twirled the straw in her drink and her back was practically facing the boy who hovered next to her.
After enduring a few silent moments she was surprised that he spoke.
"Guess Weasel-Bee doesn't know how to treat his women." Hermione froze, the voice was unmistakably that of Draco Malfoy's. "How he got someone as hot as you I would not even begin to understand."
"Uh-huh" She mumbled confused since he had just called her hot, her eyelids drooping from the alcohol her body wasn't accustomed to. It was probably better to agree with him than to have a quarrel with him about something as bothersome as Ron. Ha, Ron.
For some reason her rival didn't retort with a nasty comment. Rather he grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear. "Fan-cy... a... dance." He said slowly enunciating every word into her ear sending chills down her spine.
The music was now slower and Pansy was sitting on the table watching Blaise chug another shot of vodka. Their laughter combined with the slow song that echoed throughout the room. Everyone "ooohhhddd" as it came on and went off looking to pair up.
Hermione could not stop herself from giving in to the gentle tug on her arm, so she nodded to show her approval. He could not possibly know who she was or else he would never have done this. But still...it felt good to be held and to watch Ron and Pansy stare with bewilderment at them. Ron, with all the vodka shots catching up to him, seemed to forget about it in a second. But Pansy, who was much more used to the effects seemed to be memorizing every detail in the pair's encounter.
"I was wondering when I'd get to meet you properly." He murmured, so quietly that Hermione could barely hear.
"Huh?" Hermione didn't know how to respond-not only to what Draco had just said but to the situation, period.
Hermione was totally horrified, but this girl she was now was practically quivering. Blended together, both were immobile and tongue-tied. Then she leaned into him, like it was instinct.
Okay. This was all wrong. Where was she anyway? This was very wrong. She knew she should swat him away. But she just...couldn't.
Draco moved his hand slightly, his thumb rubbing the base of her spine. Bad, bad, bad!
"So who are you?" He asked.
"You know me." Hermione whispered, biting a tendril of her hair to keep her teeth from rattling with nervousness.
"Huh?" He grunted.
"You know..." She shifted, her cheeks growing hot.
"Nope. I don't. Are you famous?"
"I..." She cleared her throat. "No I guess not."
"Well that's too bad." He smirked. "And here I was thinking I was in the presence of a celebrity."
Hermione felt his hand on the small of her back again and it felt warm through the fabric. He cocked his eyebrows, staring at her. He was moving closer, ever so slowly.
She took in the smells of the party. The sound of Draco's breathing. The way her legs were shaking. The way Draco touched her on the chin and tilted it upward. And the way he brought his lips towards hers and kissed her, at which moment she stopped thinking about anything at all besides the feeling of kissing the boy she never thought she would ever kiss.
"Jesus Christ!"
Hermione and Draco turned around quickly. Ron.
His shaggy red hair stood up in Brillo clumps on his head, and his tiny silver pirate earring glinted in the harsh light of the room. Draco pulled his arms off of Hermione.
He drunkenly thrashed around to grab Hermione, nearly pulling her arm off in the process. She scowled at the intoxicated boy dragging her towards the door.
"Off of me!" She shouted, trying not to rip her dress as he released the ivory satin from his grasp.
She made a start towards the bathroom door in the back of the room. "I'll wait for you." Ron shouted dumbly after.
The strong smell of smoke drifted out along with a crying Ravenclaw girl with some other offended looking people. She ignored them and their warning, continuing into the restrooms.
She shut the door and walked over to the row of sinks and took a deep breath. At the time, even she knew what she was doing was wrong, but didn't have the strength to stop herself. Now, she was completely repulsed by her actions.
She glanced at herself in the mirror and threw off her mask. She took a second look and noticed that behind her, a black haired girl was leaning against one of the stalls. Pansy threw down her cigarette and stomped on it.
"Have fun with Draco, Granger?"
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