(July 9th)

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Chapter 7

Before she knew Hermione was sitting in the decorated Great Hall with her friends. Everyone was dressed up in costumes varying from vampires to zombies to pirates. Hermione had lengthened the dress a little to make it more appropriate for the feast. Harry was dressed as a muggle policeman while Ron was a pirate with an eye patch. For a couple hours the whole school ate sugar filled pasties and sweets, laughing at the different pumpkins floating through the air above them. It wasn't until nine o'clock that people started to file out of the double doors, their stomachs overstuffed. Hermione, Ron and Harry walked about the corridors, their arms looped around each other's, for a bit working off some of their food before walking Hermione to her common room to play a game of exploding snap.

When they reached the door they were laughing at something stupid Ron did at dinner. Hermione wheezed out the password between laughs only to be drowned out by the blasting music that wafted through the swinging door. The trio just stood there are the scene unfolded in front of them. A huge mass of people where dancing in their common room; most of them were holding plastic cups of what she could only assume was alcohol from the way they were acting. Club music came from the corners of the room and the heavy beat made Hermione's heart race. She was surprised to see not only Slytherins but also Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. White and coloured strobe lights were flashing from the ceiling.

As soon as she regained her shock she was furious. Hermione dropped her arms from the boys and strode towards Malfoy, who was definitely drunk.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" She demanded, getting right in his face. He just smirked and waved his hands around him.

"What does it look like? We're having a party! That's what Halloween's for!" She shook her head disgusted.

"This is my room too! You can't just do this without asking me! You stupid, arrogant asshole!" To her surprise the blonde just snorted.

"Jesus Granger for once in your life would you just loosen up?" Hermione just stared at him blinking for a moment before a different look took over her face.

"Oh. Loosen up? You want me to loosen up do you?" She spun around and took a bottle from a Ravenclaw nearby and took a long swig. Malfoy looked shocked as she took another gulp, wiping her mouth after. She pointed a finger at him. "You just wait." With that she shoved the bottle in Harry's hands. "Drink up and join the fun." She sauntered away only to be grabbed by a small hand. Hermione looked up to see the younger of the Weasleys grinding with none other than Blaise.

"Hey! You finally came!" Yup, definitely drunk. She mused as Ginny pulled Hermione towards her, handing her the glass of fire whiskey. She took it and finished it off, already starting to feel the buzz. The three of them danced for a while until Harry and Ron joined them, pulling Hermione to them. At this point she was tipsy. Her cup was automatically refilling itself so she had no idea how much she had had already. Her lengthening charm had worn off and her dress was miniscule once more. The music meshed from one song into the other but the beat was the same. She swayed her hips and raised her hands in the air letting all her anger and problems go. Harry was behind her, his hands on her hips and Ron was dancing with Lavender. She turned around to be face-to-face with Harry and letting the booze get the more hormonal part of her she ground her hips into his meanwhile linked her hands behind his neck. At this point Ginny and Blaise were lip-locked and for once Ron didn't even notice. Probably the booze. She giggled to herself. She found that as the more alcohol she consumed the more touchy-feely she got. As the hours passed by the room grew more crowded. It wasn't long before her bladder was getting the best of her and she unpeeled herself from Harry excusing herself to use the lavatory.

The entire evening Malfoy was wondered around, taking the party vibe in. After Granger arrived and yelled at him he just watched her in his drunken state. From his seat on the couch that was pressed against the wall, he watched her grow more fluid in her movements. Hermione's wavy hair flowed down the open back of her striped dress. He couldn't stop his eyes from eyeing her slim waist and her swaying her hips in time to the music. Malfoy sipped his fire whiskey as he saw Harry come up behind Hermione and grind his hips against her. Anger swept through his body as he watched her smile at Harry turn to face him, placing her hands behind his neck. Why am I feeling like this? I can't be jealous. Malfoys don't get feelings of jealousy. He glared at Harry, not that he noticed. And why would he? He was in the arms of an angel.

Blaise was glued to the Weaselette and Pansy was probably banging Nott somewhere. Malfoy just ogled the Gryffindor. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when she saw her excuse herself and moved to the bathroom that was located to his right. A couple minutes later Hermione emerged; he noticed that her eyes were unfocused. Well, well, the princess is drunk. He smirked at her and she looked over at him. The brunette sauntered over to him, giving him a surprising smile, showing perfect white teeth.

"Awww why's the little Syltherin sulking in the corner? I would have expected you to be hooking up with some girl by now." She stopped in front of him. Her black bunny ears were tipped to the side making her look cute. I did not just say cute. Especially about the her. Hermione cocked her head to the side waiting for his answer. He cleared his throat.

"I was just enjoying the party from over here. And all the girls here are boring and ugly." He took a swig of his drink letting the buzz take over. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh? So I'm boring and ugly too?" He rolled his grey eyes at her.

"Well, you're not too ugly I guess. But you are predictable. Which makes you boring."

"I'm predictable? Really?"

"Oh yeah, you always do your homework in that chair" he pointed across the room to the leather couch which was currently occupied by Ron and Lavender. "And you're never late for class. And you always hang around the same boring people. Like I said, predictable." He smirked and she gave him a mischievous look that made his skin twitch.

"Well if I was so predictable would I do this?" She placed her knee on one side of his lap and the other followed so she was straddling his lap. "Or this?" She leaned down and grazed her teeth down the tip of his nose. He shuddered underneath her. How is she doing this? "Or how about this?" She trailed her lips across his jawline and her small fingers pulled through his blonde hair, playing with the fine strands of hair. Malfoy struggled to find the words he needed to say.

"You're just doing this because you've been drinking. You aren't thinking straight." She took his hands and placed them on her thighs, encouraging them to move.

"Actually I think it's allowing me to do what's been on my mind for the past few weeks. Now would you just lighten up and let me take advantage of you?" She grinned and he laughed. He couldn't help it; normally it would be the other way around. Why was he resisting this gorgeous creature? Oh yeah, because they were in a room filled of people that would kick his ass as soon as they saw them. Hermione grounded her hips into his, making him moan in anticipated pleasure.

"You're driving me crazy here Granger." She laughed musically in his ear as her teeth bit down lightly on his neck.

"That is the point." His hands were moving on their own now; holding her hips so she wouldn't move. Her hands were stroking his face, running through his hair and massaging his scalp. It was almost too much to handle for him. He was used to getting what he wanted but this was different. He wasn't supposed to want this girl. Any other girl was fine, but this particular girl was a big no-no.

At this point her hands were caressing his chest and her face was mere centimetres away. Those perfect lips hovering near his. "I think this is the first time I've had you for a loss of words." She was whispering now; her voice was husky. She rubbed herself against the bulge at his groin. "Look, I'm very drunk and I'm very horny; now will you please just stop thinking and take care of me?" She forced him to meet her beautiful hazel eyes deep with determination and lust. Typical Granger, he mused to himself, once she wants something she has to get it. I guess where more similar than I thought. He moved his hands up her body, and weaved into her silky hair. She leaned forward every so slightly, not breaking eye contact. "Please?" She used the one word that started their whole relationship two months ago. Unable to resist any longer he pulled her forward closing the space between them, their lips touching. It was a long, deep kiss that rocked Malfoy to his core; he slid his tongue begging for entrance and she obliged, moaning into his mouth as he explored hers. His hands massaged from her thighs to her waist, making her rock on his lap eager to create friction between them. She had her hands twisted around his neck and twined into his hair, pulling on it slightly.

He honestly couldn't believe this was the prude Gryffindor that was kissing him; clearly he had been wrong about her. He was literally going insane; he had never felt more turned on by a woman, especially one with so much clothing on. Malfoy was desperate to feel more. He needed to get her back to his room so they could continue this in private. They both had forgotten that the room was filled to the brim with people that wouldn't approve if they saw them. But at the same time he didn't want to stop; so he kept kissing her like there was no tomorrow. His thoughts and hormones were interrupted when a tiny redheaded nurse yanked Hermione off of him.

"Hermione! What are you doing?" She hissed at her, pulling her to her feet. Hermione just giggled, playing with a strand of Ginny's hair.

"I'm just having some fun. I'm having a really good time too." She looked over at him with smouldering eyes and his skin prickled hot again.

"Sweetie, you can have fun but Malfoy isn't one of your options. Go find Harry, he'll take care of you." Hermione giggled at the words that she had used not long ago with Malfoy.

"But I already have someone to take care of me." She tried to move towards him, but Ginny's hand pulled her back, forcing Hermione to look at her.

"Look, you're drunk and in the morning you'll thank me. I'm your babysitter remember? Now go find Harry." Hermione gave another longing look at Malfoy before she moved away through the crowd to find Potter. Then Ginny turned to him glaring. "I don't know what you're getting at but out of all the people to mess with, you picked the wrong girl. Go find some whore; Hermione is off limits. Especially to you." She gave him a stern look before turning away to join Blaise.

Malfoy just sat there, trying to think of anything to get rid of his 'problem' but the beautiful brunette kept popping up in his head hovering over him. He groaned in defeat, there wouldn't be anyone except for her tonight. He got up gingerly and walked into his room to relieve himself and go to bed, dreaming once again, of none other than Hermione Granger.

...

Sunlight pierced through Hermione's eyelids, making her stir. She felt a pair of arms restricting her movements and froze. Oh god, oh god, oh god…. She turned her head slowly only to see Harry sleeping behind her. She gave a sigh of relief when she realized she was wearing her favourite plaid-sleeping shirt and he was shirtless but still wearing his pants from last night. She put her head back down on the pillow, revealing in the warmth of his body next to hers. Her head hurt so badly and she could only assume it was from the excess amounts of alcohol she took in last night.

As she thought back on the night she was surprised that she remembered most of it, up until she had ended up in bed. She started from the beginning of the night; the banquet, walking into the party, yelling at Malfoy, then the drinking and dancing began. She remembered dancing quite provocatively with Harry as the alcohol settled into her system. That went on for a while until she had to use the washroom. Then Hermione recalled the rest of the evening with Malfoy and her body went cold. I did not do that. Oh god that's so embarrassing! She remembered the things she whispered to him and the way she pressed up against his body, begging for him to touch her.

Now she was flushed as she remembered the way he kissed her; like it was the end of the world and they didn't want anyone but each other. No, Malfoy was probably just being Malfoy. Oh Merlin! Why did I have to choose Malfoy out of all the people to drunkenly come onto? She sighed as the other half of her brain kicked in. Because he's the one you wanted to kiss you. Face it, he's hot, and a damned good kisser. Hermione turned in Harry's arms to study his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful. Why couldn't I have chosen Harry? He's the right choice, not ex-death eater Draco Malfoy. Her other half countered; because sometimes the right choice isn't what you want. Besides, you two are best friends. You don't think of each other that way.

She thought about what happened. He didn't come onto her; it was the other way around. Merlin she had made such a fool of herself! Note to self; avoid Malfoy at all costs. She didn't want him using this as new ammo to insult her. She could only imagine what he had to say about her drunken state. Harry stirred next to her, flexing his arms and subconsciously drawing her in closer.

"Good morning sleepy head." Hermione laughed softly as his eyes fluttered open, focusing on her. He smiled and hugged her to him. She nuzzled her head into his chest, taking in the familiar smell of Harry.

"Good morning to you too." He kissed her forehead and lazily traced circle on her back. "Thank god it's Saturday. I don't think I could even think of going to classes otherwise." They both laughed, just enjoying each other's company. Some might think it's weird but their relationship was different than others. It wasn't awkward or tense when they had moments like these. I guess when you've been through the end of the world and back it's nice to have calming moments like this. She didn't know how long they stayed like that, just being. That was until Harry started to tickle her relentlessly.

"Harry! St-stop it!" Hermione was rolling around trying to get out of reach of his fingers. He was grinning evilly as he moved closer tickling her sides until she hurt. "Harry-y-y-y!" She squealed which only spurred him on. By now he was pinning her to the bed, she was just to loose her breath when she managed to loop her calf around his, flipping him underneath her. She smiled and started to reciprocate the tickling when he was caught off guard. "Now you're in trouble!" She sang at him.

Just then the door swung open surprising them both. Hermione looked up her face flushed to see Malfoy standing in the doorway. He looked like he wanted to say something but his mouth was opening open with shock.

"Ma-a-alfoy!" She stuttered as Harry tried to the sheets to cover her bare legs up. Malfoy recovered his shocked expression, replacing it with the cool composure with his sneer plastered to his mouth.

"I've interrupted something; clearly I should have knocked." With that he turned and left; slamming the door behind him. Hermione scrambled off of Harry, tripping over the covers as she did.

"Hermione, just leave it." Harry sighed as he watched her run out of the room, her over-sized plaid shirt barely covering her panty-covered bottom. "He's just doing it to spite you!" He called after her, but she didn't hear.

"Malfoy! Malfoy!" She yelled across the room to him as he was storming to his room. "HEY FERRET FACE!" He spun around on the spot and bolted towards her. He was so close to her she could feel the heat roll off of him.

"What the hell do you want Mudblood?" He snarled at her, his face was inches away from hers.

"Why are you so angry?" She stated, glaring at him.

"I'm not angry. I'm disgusted." She crossed her arms, trying to hide her hurt feelings.

"Oh yeah, what are you so disgusted about this time?"

"You. That's what."

"ME? I'm the disgusting one?"

"Yeah, you just throw yourself at Scarface, Jesus Granger doesn't take long for you to get around when you're drunk." Hermione blushed furiously.

"What's wrong Malfoy jealous?" She glared at him and he gave her a cold look.

"Why would I be jealous? Now he has to teach a useless bushy-haired virgin what a man wants. Not that he would even know in the first place. Believe me it's not something I would even dream of doing." She widened her eyes followed by an annoyed look.

"Oh really? Because it seems like last night it didn't seem to bother you. In fact, I remember you enjoying yourself more than I did." For a fraction of a second an expression Hermione couldn't place crossed his face before he whipped out his next words with pure menace.

"If you think I enjoyed having a filthy whore of a Mudblood touch me you are very misguided. I would rather shake hands with Pothead than have your dirty hands touching me." Hermione looked like he had just slapped her; a mixture of hurt and anger swept across her face before her hand wound back and hit him in the face. He stumbled back a few steps, clutching his nose that was now bleeding.

"Well don't worry about ever contaminating yourself; you won't be seeing me around." With that she stormed back into her room, slamming her door like he had done not five minutes ago. Malfoy just stared after her; rage and regret was battling inside of him. He called out after her.

"Hermione! Wait!" A slamming door was the only response he got. Damn! Way to go Draco. Nice one. He pitched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Stumbling his way to the leather couch he sat down. You finally get somewhere with her and you royally fuck it up. Again. He heard muffled yelling from Hermione's room and could only imagine what she must be saying about him. Doesn't matter anyways, she's with Pothead.

He remembered that way she had looked when he had barged in on the two of them fooling around. All flushed and out of breath. Piercing him with those deep hazel eyes in that flannel shirt she loves so much. The material pushed up so her tanned waist was exposed. Malfoy groaned, his pants suddenly felt too tight as just the thought of her being on top of him instead of stupid Potter. This won't do. I can't be lusting after the know-it-all Gryffindor. I'll be the laughing stock of Slytherin. Look, she's going to be ignoring you so just do the same; nothing different than the last seven years. He sighed and looked over to Hermione's door. It had gone quiet, so she must've run out of steam. Probably Scarface was making her feel better. No, you will not be jealous. He got up slowly, wiping off the blood off his face. Screw the morning I'm going back to bed. With that he trudged up to his bedroom and threw himself under the covers, waiting for sleep to find him.


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