A/n: so begins another chapter… during my physio psych class… cause Im bored with this class

The Make-Shift studio

Hermione stood back in shock, not minding the other dancers bumping into her. The cold gray eyes that used to show little to no emotion were filled with shock and anger. He looked as if he was going to be sick. Hermione could reciprocate these feelings.

Hermione could feel a hand on her shoulder. She turned speechless to Cheryl who looked at her and smiled.

"Is it ok if Blaise comes back with us?"

Hermione couldn't hear her over the rush of blood that was flooding her ears.

"What!" She shouted over the music. "No, are you off your rocker!?"

Malfoy was still looking at her with disbelief when Blaise tapped him on the shoulder. Malfoy didn't turn around so Blaise soon followed his gaze.

"Granger," He said coldly.

Hermione ignored his greeting.

"We're leaving… now" Hermione said angrily. She pulled the warm arm of her cousin, but she didn't budge.

"I'm not going anywhere," She gave Hermione a piercing look and removed her hand.

Hermione stood there with her mouth open, gaping at her cousin.

"When I leave tonight Blaise is going to tag along," She continued. "Remember who has the keys."

Hermione couldn't do anything. She felt foolish and defenseless without her wand.

"C'mon, let's go Blaise." She grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor leaving Malfoy and Hermione in their wake.

Malfoy was seething by the time that he got into the backseat of the German car. He wrinkled his nose at the smell and looked out of the window. He threw a threatening look at Blaise who caught his gaze in the mirror. He knew that Blaise was thoroughly enjoying himself. Hermione soon followed suit and sat next to him.

He looked to her face to see that it was just as angry as his own.

"What about Rich and Ryan?" She asked.

"So it's Rich now?" Her cousin laughed.

"I talked to Ryan, he will be fine, wanted to party some more. As for Rich, I thought you didn't care where we left him." She put the key in the ignition.

The car sped off from the curb and Cheryl rolled down the windows so that a cool breeze wafted inside the small car. Malfoy was relieved because he thought he was going to have to smell pungent muggle fumes the whole trip. He looked over to his counterpart; she looked even more uncomfortable sitting next to him. Her hair was flying around her face. She turned her head to look resolutely out of the window.

"I'm surprised that you didn't curse each other yet," Blaise said smiling.

"I am one minute away from getting expelled," Malfoy heard himself say. "And it's not Granger who I want to curse."

"Well then, you and I are in agreement," Granger interjected.

He didn't need her to agree with him. He looked over to her, but her face was still gazing out of the window. He looked at the spot on her neck where his lips touched. He nearly convulsed violently on the spot. Soon her intoxicating smell reached his nostrils. He sighed taking in her scent, but no one would know this. They would think that this reaction would be from his impending doom of actually being in the vicinity of a muggle-born know it all during his summer holidays.

The smell made his senses tingle. His mind wandered to just moments before where her tantalizing hips had her in control and him at her mercy. His fingers tingled momentarily because the touching of her skin set his nerve endings on fire. He licked his lips and remembered the way that her delicate skin felt on his lips. Soon he remembered his proclamation that he was going to make him hers and his stomach lurched. He felt a wave of sickness come over him but held it down.

"How much longer?" He forced out.

"Nearly there," Cheryl replied.

"What about aunt Audrianna?" Granger asked.

He looked over to her to see the wind still blowing her hair out of place. He looked down at his leg to see that it was mere inches aware from her bare one, so he moved his leg. He then noticed that she was wearing a pretty decent skirt, short enough for it to show off her toned legs but long enough to leave things to the imagination.

"You know as well as I do that Mum isn't coming back til late tomorrow, she's visiting Grandpa Dave." Cheryl replied.

He could hear Granger sighing as the car came to a halt. As soon as he got out of the car his fury turned into curiosity when he saw a large sign for a dance studio. He didn't question it as they made their way inside.

Hermione climbed the stairs stomping out her anger with ever step. She looked around the living room and took a seat, picking up the book she was reading only hours before. She looked up to see that Malfoy had entered the room. He looked oddly out of place and he took a seat across the living room far from Hermione.

She was relieved that he didn't need to be in close proximity of her, the car ride lasted long enough. She could hear Blaise and Cheryl talking in low voices in the bedroom which was adjacent to the spacious living room.

She turned the page so furiously she nearly ripped it.

"So the book worm know it all has a life, I never knew." A voice drawled.

Hermione tensed at the sound of his voice. The whole car ride he was thinking about his lips on her ear. Whispering his possessive need to ravish her, or at least that is what she thought he was implying. She was going to refuse of course; her mind then flew immediately to Ron.

She closed the book.

"No need to make small talk Malfoy," She said with as much coldness she could muster.

There was more silence. The tension in the room was thick. She opened the book once more and kept reading. She could feel his eyes on her, boring into her skin.

"Do you need something?" She asked irritably. He said nothing.

She soon heard a loud moan coming from Cheryl's bedroom. She thought that she was going to get sick. Her cousin didn't wait, did she? She threw and accusatory look at Malfoy and threw her book down on the table in annoyance. She got up and stomped out of the room and went down the carpeted hall to the back set of stairs that led to the kitchen.

She looked hastily in the fridge for something to drink. What she needed was a strong cold ginger ale, but there wasn't any left. She cursed the empty bottle she left in the garbage bin only hours earlier. She couldn't take it. Her enemy knowing where her aunt lived wasn't a good thing, and only because Cheryl just had to get shagged.

She looked in the back of the fridge and procured a bottle of rum. She looked at it and then at the empty body of ginger ale that was in the small garbage bin and decided that maybe she needed something a little bit stronger than her usual ginger ale.

She got a small glass from the wooden cupboard and pored herself a quarter of a glass and filling the rest with fruit punch. She took a sip and instantly felt better. She wandered how long they were going to be here for when she heard footsteps descending the stairs.

"Don't you have any manners Granger, what a bad hostess." He said sneering at her.

Hermione huffed. She moved to the small wooden table and sat down, ignoring his presence.

"You're not going to even offer me a cold beverage?" He asked looking down at her glass.

She said nothing.

"Fine then," He said annoyed. He began rummaging around the cupboards, making unnecessary noise.

"Just sit down ferret, I'll make you something."

"Oh name calling, how quaint," He said sitting.

Hermione got up and found another glass and filled it halfway with fruit punch and the other half with rum.

"What did you just put in my drink Granger?"

"It's no fire whiskey, but it does the trick." She replied sipping her own. She could feel how warm her blood was getting as the alcohol rushed through her.

He took a sip but showed no reaction.

"Is there a reason why you're down here?" She placed her glass on the table.

"I'd rather be down here than being alone, while Zabini shags your cousin." He said after taking another gulp.

"I thought you would like to be alone, seeing how the only love you're getting tonight is with yourself." She said smiling.

"Ha, ha Granger, a hand joke." He drawled making a pumping motion with his hand. "No I came down here to make sure that you got a good look."

Hermione's mouth fell wide open.

"Granger what a hypocrite, you can make a joke but I can't" He said sneering.

"Plus even if I knew I was dancing with a prude like you, I wouldn't allow you to enjoy the pleasure that is Draco Malfoy." He continued

"Talking in the third person Malfoy," She said smiling. "What an ego. Plus if I do recall, you wanted to and I quote "Take me home"."

Hermione looked at him, but he said nothing. She gulped down her drink and continued.

"So is this what you and Zabini do for fun over the holidays, seduce muggle girls? What a disgrace to the purebloods."

She poured herself another drink, and gulping it down faster than the first. She could feel the blissfulness of her head swimming. She then questioned her motives. She shouldn't do this; get drunk in front of the enemy. She knew she shouldn't but that didn't stop her from pouring herself a third drink, more rum than punch.

"Slow down Granger," He said taking the bottle from her and pouring himself another glass, just of rum this time.

"Don't deny it," She said letting the words roll of her tongue. She lost all restraint. "You wanted me. You've always wanted me, why would you keep bothering me if you didn't."

She got up from the table and swayed just a little and made her way up the stairs. She had to get away from his calculating eyes. She walked up the stairs, passed her aunt's room, and passed the screams of pleasure that were coming out of Cheryl's room.

She took another flight of stairs that led her to the attic, her current place of residence. She threw off her skirt in anger and put on her leggings. She pulled the shirt that smelled of cigarettes and alcohol off of her, exposing her bare chest. She went over to her dresser and pulled out a tank top.

"Granger," A voice called.

She turned around facing Malfoy.

"Get out of my room." She said.

He was gaping at her wide mouthed.

"What are you staring at!" She screamed.

She looked down and there were her boobs, exposed and out in the open, and apparently cold. Hermione could feel herself flush furiously. She knew then that she had too much to drink. She pulled the shirt over her head.

"The peep show is over," She said staring at him, "And if you don't mind, I have work to do."

She walked across the large attic to her CD player and pushed the play button. Familiar music came over the speakers. She walked over facing the wall of mirrors and placed her foot on the barre, she stretched all of her muscles. Then she began to waltz around the room.

Malfoy looked on with interest; this had to be the most unexpected night in the history of his life. Meeting and dancing with Granger didn't seem as unexpected as him seeing her breasts, and all in the same night. He could see himself teasing her nipples with his tongue. He shuddered at this thought. For a mudblood she did indeed have a nice body.

He knew then that the alcohol was definitely getting to him. He watched her concentration as the songs changed. She varied doing different dances to different songs. She did all the classic ballroom stuff that he had to learn as a kid, but she also did some other stuff that he himself was unfamiliar with.

After the last song was over she went to the barre and stretched her legs once more. He watched as she contorted her body into many different positions. He could feel himself getting hot at the sight of her. What was it about alcohol that made him not think clearly? She stretched her left leg up slowly so that it was straight and nearly touching her ear. That's when he couldn't take it any longer. Before he knew what he was doing he was striding across the large room.

She smiled at him and lowered her leg slowly back to the ground.

"Like what you see," She said smiling. "Too bad you can't…"

He placed his lips on top of her's and she instantly pushed him away. She stared at him and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. He grabbed her again and pulled her into him, this time she didn't pull away. He kissed her and she kissed him back.

He felt chills run down his spine as his tongue tasted her. He craved more. He pulled out of the kiss and pulled her head back, exposing her tantalizing neck. He sucked gently on it. He moved softly to her ear.

"I bet you don't let the Weasel do this now do you?" He questioned.

She tensed up and pulled out of his grip.

"For your information, I do let him do it to me," She said angrily. "And by the way, he does it better than you."

Hatred and jealousy ran through his blood. Before he knew what he was doing he lunged at her grabbing her thin frame once again. She looked scared and lustful at the same time.

"But he can't make you moan like I can," He said hungrily.

A/n: A shortie but a goody… I really hope you guys like it… sorry to leave it at a cliffie… I reread the prologue and realized that I made a couple of mistakes… I will try to get it to you in the best condition, I really don't want to have a beta for this story only because I like getting the chapters out to my reviewers fast… to all of you who reviewed thanks!!! You guys rock… hopefully ill be able to post next week…

As Always…Cherbi161

P.S. Happy 21st B-day to me!!!!