Chapter Two

"Why would I ever consider giving you the password to get into the Slytherin dormitories? I've made a few mistakes in my day, but I'm not that thick," Draco said with a great deal of pessimism in his voice.

"Listen. You can have the password changed right after I'm in there. You are a prefect after all. All you have to do is say that you think someone overheard Crabbe or Goyle say it. It would be so easy. I'm not interested in stealing anything. All I want is to have some fun. Don't you get it?" Hermione finished in desperation.

"This is more suspicious than I could ever say," Draco said while narrowing his eyes. Hermione frowned, but then Draco continued. "If I do this for you, I'm going to want something in return. You know me, and you know that I don't do favors." Draco winked at her.

"What is that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" She looked at him to see if she could figure out what he was planning, but at the same time she hoped she wouldn't figure it out.

"Well if you get loaded up on fire whiskey at this party, that's only going to make it easier for me to get it."

"You are a pig."

"You said you wanted random hook ups didn't you?" Malfoy smirked viciously at her.

"You aren't random. You will be the least random person there," she said trying to convince Draco that it was never going to happen.

"Whatever you say. We'll see tonight."

"So you're really going to help me?" Hermione said getting her hopes very high.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really am going to help you. I like the thought of you owing me."

"I could just hug you," she said, her eyes growing large. "Er…well maybe not."

"Whatever. Meet me in the dungeons at eleven. Come prepared. That spell better be ready when you get there."

Hermione was humming to herself as she got ready in front of her vanity. One of the outstanding perks of becoming Head Girl was that she got her own room all to herself. She shared a common room with the Head Boy, Neville Longbottom. And not only did Hermione get her own room, but it was a completely amazing room at that. Her vanity towered over her head even when she was standing. The mirror was far taller than she.

Hermione licked her lips once and then applied a small amount of gloss to them. She looked at her watch and saw that it was about ten minutes before ten o'clock. She grabbed her curling iron and finished the last few sections she had to curl.

She couldn't believe that in a little over an hour she would be at a Slytherin party. All six years she had been here she had secretly wanted to attend one. Harry, Ron and she used to make fun of the girls that went to those parties. All this time she desperately wished that she was one of them.

Hermione patted her nose with powder after carefully putting on her makeup. It was time to check her closet to see if there was anything decent to wear. She slid some tops to the right and some bottoms to the left. She decided on a black leather skirt that Ginny had bought her as a joke for her sixteenth birthday. It was really short and extremely slutty. Hermione had never thought she would wear it, but for some reason she kept it. For her top she decided on a lovely satin halter with silver beads sewed on in the shapes of small flowers along the line of her cleavage. Finally, Hermione Granger was showing some cleavage.

There was just enough time for Hermione to cast the spell she needed to fit in at the party without any questions. She grabbed the spell book off of her bookshelf and opened to the book marked page. She read the small passage aloud one more time to make sure it was everything she needed:

The Belonging Spell

This spell is ideal for fitting in to situations in which the caster would not typically belong. Those who the spell is casted upon will not find it unusual for the caster to be around them. In order to cast the spell:

Swish the wand from left to right, up then down, then left again.

Say the following words, annunciating the "un" sounds in both words: adiunctus fundus

State the name or names of the people you wish to belong with.

"Alright, I know this," Hermione said. "It's way too easy."

She took in a deep breath of air and did what the passage instructed. "Adiunctus fundus Slytherins." A small stream of green smoke left the tip of her wand and flowed out under her door. "Well, I guess that worked. We shall soon find out." Looking at her watch again, she realized it was time to get going to the dungeons.

Hermione put on a pair of knee-high leather boots and slid her wand down into the left one. "Cliché," she said as she looked in the mirror. "But sexy none-the-less."

Hermione walked quickly down the hall ways. It was nice that she didn't have to sneak out of the Gryffindor common room any more, but rather, she could make an easy get-away without any questions asked. However, she didn't want anyone to stop and ask where she was going. It was best not to lie about the party or talk about it at all for that matter.

Hermione descended the dark stairwells that lead to the dungeons of Hogwarts. Hermione wasn't usually afraid of things like this, but on this night, she was slightly anxious. She wasn't sure if it was the darkness, the sound of dripping water from God-knows-where , or the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that was telling her that tonight was going to be a complete failure. It was too late now. Hermione stepped off of the last step and Draco caught sight of her.

"Oh, hello, Draco," she said without thinking too much about it.

"Helllllllooo, gorgeous," Draco purred at her. "I have been waiting for you for about twenty minutes." He put his hand out to reach around her waist.

Hermione raised her eyebrows very high. "You said to meet you here at eleven. It's about five til. I'm early."

"I know, but I hoped that maybe you'd get here early and I would see your luscious body even sooner," he said while looking her body up and down. "You look so sexy."

Hermione's eyebrows remained raised. Her eyes were so wide, and she was very confused. "Why are you acting like this? A few hours ago you wanted nothing to do with me or any of this."

Draco laughed slightly. "What are you talking about baby? You belong here with me."

Hermione's stomach turned. "Belong?"