A/N – I really dislike the first chapter of this story now, especially since I've planned out the rest of plot. Oh it's going to be good. Mwhahaha. All praise to P.A.R.T.s of course. Oh, and J.K. Rowling is the creator of all characters, places, etc for this is a fanfiction. I hope yall enjoy! Draco might appear in this chapter… we'll see
Hermione stepped out of the fireplace into a room swarming with people. Not just any people. Young people. Young hormonal people. This was her night. Her night to brush off the old Hermione and embrace the new. After only taking a few steps into the room full of noisy dancing youth, Hermione stumbled into the last person on her mind.
"Wow, Granger, you did quite the growing up over the summer, huh?" A lazy drawl attacked her.
Hermione's old instincts kicked in as her face held an angry blush. For a moment she was about to answer in a shrill defense, then it hit her. She was a new person.
"Yes, Malfoy, some of us do grow up. Maybe one day you'll catch up," and with that she gave a quality smirk and walked off to nowhere in particular, but she definitely had the young Slytherin's attention.
Blaise Zabini walked over to Draco and saw who he was eyeing, "wow, who's the lucky babe you're taking home tonight?"
Draco smirked slightly and muttered, "babe or no babe, it's still Granger. The complications wouldn't even be worth it"
"I don't know Malfoy…Are you really just going to let that slip away. I mean…its so pure and ripe…yours for the taking," Blaise went on illustrating Hermione's curves with his hands.
Malfoy snickered in agreement. Little did the two Slytherin boys know that their conversation was being listened to by none other than Dean Thomas. Who was also eyeing the new gorgeous Hermione. Dean had been at Summer Love for a couple of hours now. He was just slightly tipsy, having a few firewhiskeys. They might have helped his lust for Hermione just slightly. But one thing was for sure. He definitely wasn't going to let a Slytherin get to her before he did.
Hermione searched through the crowd of people, not really knowing the implications and reactions she stirred with her arrival. Finally she spotted Lavendar Brown dancing with some gorgeous Ravenclaw. Hermione looked a bit inspired at Lavendar's obvious skill and naturalistic charm towards a guy.
The song ended and Lavendar walked towards Hermione, instantly spotting her.
"Wow Hermione! I think you've got the attention of almost every guy in the room!"
"Don't be silly, Lavendar," Hermione started, trying to be modest. But then she realized how many people, guys mainly, that were staring in their direction. She slightly blushed, "even so, I'd probably never get the courage to actually ask them to dance."
Lavendar looked at her oddly for a moment, "Hermione, you don't ask them to dance with you…they're the ones who will try to dance with you."
"I'm not quite sure what you mean…"
"Just trust me on this. This song that just started is a really good one. Come dance with me, and if I guy approaches that you want to dance, just start, and I'll find someone else. If you don't want to dance with them, then just try to ignore them and keep eye contact with me."
"That really works?"
Lavendar shrugged, "usually"
The song was picking up and Lavendar grabbed Hermione's hand and led her to the middle of the dance floor. The beat was fast, but Hermione felt natural. Soon her and Lavendar began to tune into each other's bodies, making the dance way more seductive, but a lot more fun. Before they knew it the song was over, and an even better one started.
As the song was beginning to pick up, Hermione's eyes scanned the room. She didn't know who she was looking before, but she definitely didn't mean to lock eyes with some old guy at the bar who took her look with a grin as began to walk over towards her.
"Oh hell, Lav, we have an issue."
Lavendar noticed, too, "Don't worry, just dance closer to me, keep eye contact with me, and whatever you do, don't acknowledge him."
Which is exactly what they did. The old guy started to try to dance with Hermione, however he didn't seem to get the hint that she wasn't interested in dancing with him. Hermione's eyes looked pleadingly at Lavendar's who looked a bit bewildered.
After a moment, Lavendar muttered "maybe we should tell him we're lesbians?"
Either the guy finally got the hint, or he heard Lavendar's comment, but he at least started dancing away from them.
Both girls started giggling insanely as the music started to fade into another song.
Lavendar's eyes glinted for a moment and Hermione was about to ask what was up when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Hey Ladies," It was Dean Thomas looking rather dashing. He nodded towards Lavendar, "Lavendar, it's been a while." Lavendar just blushed. "And Hermione…" for a moment he was speechless, "I'm glad you're finally getting out of your shell,"
Hermione responded with ease, "yeah it feels pretty great"
Dean just grinned and said, "oh you just wait," and he quickly and smoothly grabbed one of her hands to pull her towards him to start dancing.
Before she was tugged towards him, Lavendar tried to whisper something to her, but Hermione could only make something out like, "hot..mmrmrmr, carermrrmrm, but have fun"
Lavendar's tone might have seemed like a warning, but she did say to have fun which is exactly what Hermione had in mind. It was time to prove to a boy…to Dean…to Lavendar…to everyone that she was Hermione Granger and she was hot woman ready to take on mankind.
Dean had no problem letting Hermione express her newfound hotness. In fact, he seemed to encourage it which made Hermione only feel even better. They danced a couple of songs, before Dean asked Hermione if she would walk with him to the bar.
Now, Hermione wasn't a stranger to alcohol, but she had never tried firewhiskey.
Dean smirked, "Don't worry, it's a great feeling," as Hermione began to down her first mug. Her first of many for the rest of the night.
Dean and Hermione continued to dance and drink off and on for at least an hour. Every now and then a guy would want to approach her at the bar to ask her for the next dance, but every time Dean would just glare at them without Hermione noticing. She was having a great time, and the more she drank, the less aware she became. Pretty soon Dean would put his arms around her, or hold her closer. The night was getting late.
Lavender approached Dean and Hermione as they were dancing, "'Mione, it's getting late and I told my mom I'd be home before 4. Are you going to be ok?"
Before Hermione answered Dean interrupted, "Don't worry Lav, I'll make sure she stays safe."
Lavendar was about to respond and tell Dean that he better not try anything when she saw how happy and unaware Hermione was. Maybe it was time for her to realize the extent of her new found powers. Heck, the most that would happen would being some intense snogging. Most likely…Lavendar tried to not remember her previous experiences with dashing, but hormone driven Dean Thomas. Finally she nodded and added sternly, "It definitely better be safe, Dean." And with that Lavendar left Summer Love.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was entertaining his hormones in a dark corner with a tall blonde Ravenclaw, who he had already forgotten her name. Needless to say, names weren't that important to either of them. He saw Lavendar leave and then saw the smirk on Dean Thomas' face. What was that Gryffindor up to?
Hermione and Dean were at the bar now, with Dean's arm snuggly around Hermione's waist.
He gently whispered in her ear, "You know Hermione, I've been hoping for something like this since our 4th year."
Hermione giggled loudly, "Hoping for something like what?"
Dean whispered again, "something like a beautiful angel like you to come into my life."
Hermione's eyes went wide with delight and she spoke not as loudly, "Oh Dean I think that's the sweetest thing anyone has said to me."
Dean grinned. Obviously the firewhisky had taken its toll. "Come on, why don't we go somewhere in the room that's a bit more private?"
Hermione hopped off the bar stool as her answer and they made their way over to a shadowy part of the room. Somewhere quite nearby the corner where a certain Slytherin was now curious as to what was going to happen between the two. Surely the bookworm, hot or not, hadn't lost all of her braincells in her transformation into a hot babe. Surely, right?
Hermione wasn't a stranger to kissing. It was natural to her. And Dean wondered exactly how many other guys she had snogged to be so great at it. He had her against the wall now and started fulfilling his hormone's needs. Hermione, enjoying the feeling, however had a sudden sense of understanding. And it scared her just a bit.
"It's getting late isn't it?" interrupting the fun.
Dean looked at her for a moment for agreeing, "yeah, I guess your right. We can head over to my place. My parents won't be back for a couple more days."
Hermione bit her bottom lip, unknowingly arousing Dean even more, "Well…I…"
"Don't you want to?"
"Want to what?"
"Come over?"
"Well…"
"What?"
"I mean, Dean, I think you're great."
"Oh you have no idea," he smirked, "just you wait til I take you home. You haven't seen anything yet."
"Really?" Hermione replied curious and a bit excited now. Her emotions were going crazy. She was nervous, excited, a bit wary, but definitely attracted to this dashing young man in front of her.
"Yeah," Dean replied as he grabbed her waist and began pulling it to the exit.
Before they even took a few steps, a hand reached up and grabbed Dean's arm to stop him from going anywhere, "wait just a minute," came a Slytherin drawl.
"What's your problem?" Dean asked icedly with a glare.
"Nothing, except I really don't think Granger here wants to go home with you," Malfoy replied pointedly.
"Stay out of this, Malfoy. Hermione definitely wants to go with me, right?" he said with a look towards Hermione.
She became a bit more alert and stammered a bit, "well, I mean…I'm just…so unsure…mrmrmrrnotready…mrmrmrmmm"
"Don't worry, 'Moine. That'll change once we get to my house," Dean said gently as he ran his hand down her arm. "Trust me, you'll want this."
"Sorry, but I just don't think you can leave here tonight with her," Malfoy stated.
"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Dean asked angrily. Malfoy was ruining everything.
"Nothing, I just think other guys deserve a chance, since obviously you don't seem worthy."
"Why I oughtta…" and Dean was about to punch Malfoy square in the face when his hand was caught in the air by none other than Blaise, who quickly punched Dean in the stomach.
"Thanks mate" grinned Draco as Dean doubled up in pain.
"Anytime," replied Blaise as he brought down both is elbows painfully on Dean's exposed back. Dean crumpled to the floor, "I don't think you'll have to worry about this one for a while." And with that Blaise returned to the dance floor with some pretty red head who looked way too young for him.
Hermione looked at Dean in shocked.
"Oh my goodness, I almost had sex with him."
"Your welcome," Draco drawled.
Hermione blushed, "um, thanks"
"You know what you can do to the thank me?"
"What's that, Malfoy?"
"how about a dance?"
Hermione smirked, "su…." But before she could answer, Hermione collapsed to the ground. The not eating, hours of dancing, and alcohol had finally taken the toll on her body. Draco looked at the fallen body on the floor. It was Granger. Loathed enemy. Loathed hot enemy. He picked her up into his arms.
"To hell with complications," he muttered as he stepped into the fireplace with Hermione still in his arms and he clearly stated, "Malfoy Manor!"
A/N – ok so I was impatient to get to Draco so I put him right at the beginning of the chapter. XD But how could you blame me!? Right so a semi-preview of the next chapter: major fight, bad boy Draco, and a trapped Hermione. Mwhahaha! Please review.