A/N: This story is based on a book that I have recently read: "How The Other Half Hamptons" by Jasmin Rosemberg.

SUMMARY: One house. One whole summer. 40 students from different Houses. Get ready for drunken escapades, public nudity, hot tub hookups, explosive arguments, emotional bonding, and juvenile mischief. The best time of their lives.

SPOILERS: A/U.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.

Add Firewhisky & Stir

CHAPTER 3

Draco Malfoy had taken it upon himself to be mature about this whole ridiculous situation. He will uphold the Malfoy name. He sat at the edge of a lounge chair by the pool, refusing to take part of the ruckus going on inside the house. A few Hufflepuffs had already discovered some Firewhisky at the bar and were being utterly annoying in their drunken state. He watched as two of them pushed each other into the pool. Water splashed everywhere. Draco scowled but refrained from doing anything.

He would much rather stay here than stay at his room where that filthy Mudblood might be. However, he had promised himself to be on his best behavior whenever they encountered one another. He had already receieved an earful from his mother the last time the Headmaster had sent her a letter regarding his behavior towards the other students at school. Narcissa Malfoy, unlike her husband could be a bit more compassionate towards the feelings of others. Draco was hoping to follow in her footsteps. He did not want to end up like his father.

Another earsplitting whistle interrupted his thoughts. Everyone filed into the living room, once more. Draco took his time, despising crowds. He stood near the back, leaning against the wall as he watched Oliver Wood and his former teammate, Adrian Pucey take the floor once again.

"So it appears that we have run out of alcoholic beverages," Wood stated apologetically. He was met with a series of "Boos." Adrian waved his hands to silence them. Wood continued. "My partner and I have decided to have our first activity for tonight." A pause. "We are going to the Pink Hipogriff!"

There was flutter of excitement. Pink Hipogriff was a new nightclub that opened a few weeks back. There were rumors that Celestina Warbeck was a regular there as well as a few other celebrities. Draco had heard how impossible it was to get on a list there, so it was quite impressive how the two former Quidditch players managed to get them on the list. And to think there were forty of them in total.

Blaise Zabini appeared beside him. "What do you think?"

"Not bad," Draco replied with a shrug. "Although it would be more than a little bit embarrassing to be showing up at a nightclub with forty other people."

Blaise nodded in agreement. The two friends had come from wealthy and presitigious Pureblood families and were rather accustomed to being treated like kings. Staying in a house with forty other students (majority of which were people that they didn't actually like) was more than stepping outside the box for them.

"We'll be leaving in an hour, so be sure to be ready by then." Wood instructed.

The female population was immediately set into a frenzy, as they clambered for the bathrooms. There were only four in the entire house. Two on the first floor, two on the second floor. Draco watched them scramble like ants. It was actually kind of amusing. The male population, on the other hand began a drinking game with what was left of the Firewhisky. Blaise, who was always a bit more adventurous than he was, joined in.

Draco left for the bedroom. He needed to grab his coat. He was about to open the door when he stopped short, hearing voices coming from within.

"Change into this Hermione. I promise you, you'll look stunning!"

He recognized Cassandra's voice. She had flirted with him more than a few times back in Fifth Year, but he hadn't really cared about her that much. So she moved on to her next victim, which happened to be Blaise. Unfortunately for Draco, he had to hear all the disgusting details from his best friend who actually took pride in his women.

Clearing his throat, he decided it would only be proper to knock. I can't believe I'm knocking at my own room. He thougt, throwing away any annoyance that he had. It wasn't like he had that much of a choice. He was raised to be a gentleman after all.

"Come in!" Cassandra's voice squealed.

Hermione stared at herself at the full-length mirror. She was getting the same feeling that she had gotten when she had first looked at herself in the mirror before their Yule Ball during their Fourth Year at Hogwarts. It was like she couldn't actually bring herself to believe that she was actually quite beautiful. Cassandra had insisted on lending her, her clothes (she had way too many to begin with), doing her make-up, and straightening her hair.

"Well, don't you look gorgeous!" Cassie exclaimed with a satisfied grin. Hermione blushed. Cassie looked just as beautiful. Her long blonde hair was fell around her bare shoulders in soft waves, and her lips were painted an enticing red.

There was a knock on the door, and Cassie implored whoever it was to come in.

"Who would have thought that the nerdy little Granger could look like this." The drawling voice was all too familiar to Hermione's ears and she swallowed back an angry retort. It wasn't like he said anything mean. In fact, she could have sworn he had complimented her. And he didn't call her Mudblooe. She couldn't help but feel a little guarded. For all she knew, he could be up to something.

Hermione remained silent, looking at Draco Malfoy's reflection in the mirror. He was putting on a black coat. A stark contrast to his pale skin and white blonde hair. "Find something you like, Granger?" He asked, catching her stare.

Despite her best efforts, she blushed.

Cassie cleared her throat. "There's nothing to like Malfoy, you can leave now. We still need to finish up for a bit here."

Draco smirked at her. "Very well." He left.

"Was that really Malfoy?" Hermione asked, jaw agape in disbelief.

"Pretty sure it was him," Cassie remarked rolling her eyes. "Blonde, egotistcal, self-centered prat."

Hermione stared at her. "Didn't you date him before?"

"No. He rejected me. So I went after his best friend instead." Cassie said with a wide grin. "Best decision I have ever made. Blaise was so good at -- "

"Spare me the details," Hermione said horrified. "Please!"

"Alright, alright!" Cassie said, before grabbing her purse and Hermione's arm. "Pink Hipogriff, here we come!"

Harry stood out front along with a few other people, Ron Weasley included. The latter was already a bit tipsy from all the Firewhisky and kept making drunken jokes at two innocent-looking Hufflepuffs. Harry scanned the crowd, searching for Hermione. She was nowhere to be seen. In fact, there were less than twenty people standing outside at that very moment, majority of which were the guys.

All of a sudden, a very familiar vehicle turned around the corner. It was bright purple. "Merlin! It's the Knight Bus!" Ron exclaimed.

Oliver began talking to the driver as Adrian began rounding up the group. He sighed in exasperation as he realized that more than half of the house was still missing. "Bloody hell, how long does it take for a girl to get ready?" Adrian complained. "If they don't get here in five minutes, we're leaving."

As if on cue, the girls suddenly began pouring out of the door, all clad in brightly-colored dresses. Before Harry could try to spot Hermione, Ron had pulled him into the bus.

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