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2 hours Potions, Prof S. Snape, dungeons level 2, room 14, other houses: Gryffindor.

Hermione made her way down the stairs, again with Alisha following behind her.

"Miya, What lesson have you got?"

"Double Potions with the Gryffindors." They reached the large room.

"Lucky you, I need to see your uncle for a second, I'll see you at breakfast."

Hermione looked around the large room and saw everyone had left for breakfast or for their lesson. Something prickled at Hermione's neck meaning somebody was watching her, she turned around to see Blaise and Malfoy walking up to her.

"Hey Miya. Where's Alisha?"

"She went to see Uncle S."

"Cool, are you heading down to breakfast?"

Hermione's stomach growled in response. "I think you just got your answer."

Blaise laughed and the three made their way out of the portrait hole.

"So Snape, how was your first few nights in Slytherin?"

"Honestly? Weird, I felt powerful, like I was protected or maybe I just miss Beauxbatons."

"Or just Viktor Krum." Malfoy said incomprehensible.

"Jealous Malfoy?" She asked when they were near the great hall doors. Blaise took this as a cue to leave.

"Well I'll just be inside and yeah." He smoothly walked into the Hall.

"Me? Jealous, of a louse like Krum? Please Snape, I thought you'd know me better than that."

"Oh Merlin you are. I can see it written all over your face, I must say: He is a very good kisser."

Hermione started walking up to the Hall doors but was stopped by a wrist pulling her back into a hard body. Strong arms gripped her hips as she was pressed against a muscular chest, she tried to push herself back from Malfoy's body by shoving him away by his arms, but instead started admiring his lean biceps. So this is how Draco Malfoy, sex god extraordinaire seduced his victims. Arousing as it was, it wasn't good enough.

She leaned in just an inch away from Malfoy's mouth and traced his lips with her finger tips. So soft, she thought to herself.

"Are you sure he was that good? I mean you don't seem to have enough experience to know the difference between good and awful." Malfoy's voice seemed cracked and husky as he shifted to pull her as close as possible.

"Oh I'm sure I have enough experience."

"Prove it." It sounded more like a beg but it didn't look like Malfoy cared much.

She grinded herself into him and outlined his jaw with her tongue. She kept a rhythm of grinding into him every few seconds at the same time as he ground his own pelvis into her. She suppressed a moan letting it wither inside of her, who knew Malfoy could affect her so much. She gripped his shoulders, leaned her cheek against his and took his earlobe in her mouth. One of his hands reached her soft hair, tangling it inside. Finally she smirked when he let out a deep groan and pushed him away from her.

"Wow only four minutes of grinding into you made you moan. I fail to see how pleasurable you really are." She said as she walked into the hall swaying her backside just for an evil effect.

"Oh, and Malfoy? If I were you, I'd go clean up."

Hermione stepped into the Hall feeling proud with herself and went straight to see Blaise, Alisha and Willow and told them of her 'lesson' to Malfoy.

"Oh Merlin Miya! That must have been so funny," Alisha said, nearly in tears. "Was he good?"

"Oh man, I wonder how Draco's feeling." Blaise said in the same manner as his friend.

"He's feeling just fine, thanks." A voice said from behind Blaise.

As soon as Blaise turned around to reply, somebody cut them off.

"May I have your attention…? Thank you." Dumbledore started, "Welcome to the first Monday of the first trimester, I'd like to begin with some announcements. Firstly try-out's of the house Quidditch teams are to be held on thrusday. If you would like more information contact the new captains of the Teams, they are, for Hufflepuff: Ernie Macmillan, Ravenclaw: Cho Chang, Gryffindor: Ronald Weasley and for Slytherin: Draco Malfoy. I see most of the women are falling asleep at the mention of Quidditch, so I shall pass the announcements on to Professor McGonagall."

"Well Ladies, and of course Gentlemen there is to be Yule ball on the 21st December. Fifth Years and over only, younger years may attend if they're invited. Most Saturday's up to that time shall indeed be a Hogsmeade one; I would also like to inform you all that it shall be formal wear only. Thank you."

Hermione's foot steps echoed down the corridor as she made her way to the Potions classroom. Yule Balls… each one she had went to, she had had a date, and she wasn't to sure about this one though.

She took a seat and the back of the class and waited while the other students filled in.

"Hey Miya, can I sit here?" Blaise asked her.

"Sure, where's Alisha?" He took the seat next to her.

"She forgot her potions book in her Dorm." As if there was a cue Alisha walked in with Malfoy in tow and took a seat next to Hermione in the row of four, Malfoy sat down next to Blaise and gave Hermione an evil look.

"Everybody sit down and turn to page two hundred and ninety three of your textbooks." Severus walked briskly into the dim lighted room, his robe flapping dramatically behind him.

"This trimester we shall be learning of the effects of Verita-serum. Can anybody explain what-"

Harry and Ron burst through the door looking out of breath and tired.

"Sorry we're late sir, we had to take my sister to Madam Pomfrey."

"Does it really take two people to escort the young Weasley to the infirmary?" Harry and Ron looked at each other sheepishly.

"No sir." They said in unison.

"Exactly, five points each from Gryffindor." Harry and Ron visibly relaxed, only five points? They were getting off easy. "For each second it takes you to get to your seats."

Maybe not.

The boys took the seats in front of Hermione and Alisha which were next to Seamus and Dean and didn't observe Hermione sitting behind them. Once Snape had finished explaining the task, the class started to write the requirements.

"So Harry, who are you taking to the Yule Ball?" Asked Dean.

"I don't know, probably Ginny."

The four behind them were eavesdropping on the Gryffindor conversation.

"That reminds me, Miya, do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?" Blaise asked, without an ounce of nervousness in his voice. Blaise was one of those guys that you couldn't figure out, he was a mystery, a hot one at that.

"Sure, why not it'll be a laugh."

"Great, now we all have dates! We should all go to Hogsmeade together next Saturday" Alisha said giddily. Blaise and Malfoy agreed.

"Yeah that would be exciting. Who are you going with?"

"Francis Acheson, sixth year, Slytherin."

"What about you Malfoy?"

"Pansy."

Blaise nodded causally.

"Where is Pansy, I haven't seen her since the Sorting Feast?"

He shrugged. "She's taking extra classes this year, plus she's going home every weekend to help her mother."

"Why? What's wrong?" Hermione enquired

"Her mum's getting married and poor Pansy just happens to be the heir to the fortune her father left after Voldemort killed him, oh and a bridesmaid."

Just as Hermione was about to give her response the class was dismissed.

Potions, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, DADA, and Care of magical creatures. What a day! Hermione laid on her bed thinking about her time at Hogwarts, a lot had changed, who would have thought Hermione Granger would indeed be related to Severus Snape, be in Slytherin and actually like being in slytherin! The thoughts were forgotten when she heard tapping on her medieval stain glass window. It was Hedwig, she looked much older than the last time she had seen her.

Hermione-

I didn't see much of you today, do you want to come down to the Gryffindor common room to hang out? Fred and George nicked some Butterbeer! See you soon!

-Harry

Butterbeer, big deal, god she had never realized how immature her friends were. Shut up Hermione! She thought to herself, they're her friends. She'd have to change, she was wearing a pair of leather trousers which you could see numerous amounts of her figure and a tank top. Maybe she could just wear her school robes on top. Yeah that would do. She walked into the slytherin common room to find Alisha and willow siting there.

"Where're you off to?" Willow asked.

"Gryffindor common room."

"Oh, but you have to be back in like half an hour. Draco, Blaise and some seventh years organized a party!"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

With that Hermione walked out. She walked along three corridors, six flights of stairs before finally reaching the Gryffindor Tower portrait of a Fat Lady.

"Hello again, child. Mr Weasley told me you'd be coming. But I'll need you to tell me the Slytherin password to be allowed entrance."

Hermione said the password and made her way in the hole to find the gryffindors laughing and socializing.

"Hey!" Ron said walking up to her. "How are you?"

"Great Ron, what's going on?"

"It's Neville's birthday remember!" Hermione froze. She knew she'd forgotten something. Ron led her to a couch where Harry, Ginny and Parvati were sitting. She had known Neville longer than Harry and Ron, They probably let her off for not remembering because of the time she'd spent away in Italy.

"Oh Merlin, Hermione! I still can't believe it's you!" The asian girl started. "Girl you're gorgeous! I bet loads of boys have asked you to the Ball."

Hermione smiled in response and turned to face all three of them. After 10 minutes of catching up Ron decided to butt in.

"So 'Mione, would you like to go to the Ball with me?"

"I'd love to but, I've already got a date."

"Oh my gods! Who?" Parvati's eyes danced at the mention of a date.

"Blaise Zabini."

"Zabini? He's a Slytherin!"

"Well yeah, if you haven't noticed: so am I."

"You're so lucky 'Mione! He's so cute!" Parvati said excitedly.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Ginny went over and opened the window to a black eagle.

"It's for you." Ginny said giving Hermione a piece of parchment.

Miya-

The party's started, we're all waiting for you! You're the life of the party, since everyone found out what you did to Draco, well actually all that anybody knows is that you embarrassed him! Well I'll meet you outside the Gryffindor common room in ten minutes. By the way isn't Draco's eagle wicked?

-Blaise

The gang started talking amongst themselves again when Seamus came over.

"Hermione? There's a guy with blue hair waiting for you outside the portrait hole."

"Thanks Seamus. Could you let him in, Ginny? Could you get that magazine you were telling me about." She nodded and slowly went to the stairs.

At the same moment Ginny reached the stairs a boy with gelled spiky brown hair entered the common room wearing a black skin tight shirt, showing off his muscles and baggy jeans, around his neck he was wearing a thick silver chain. He walked over to Hermione.

"Blaise Zabini, I would like you to meet Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Parvati Patil." He nodded to all of them, still cold towards the gryffindors, it didn't seen to bother him that pretty much the whole common room had stopping talking and dancing and were staring at him.

"So, you're Hermione's date for the Yule Ball?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah, I also pledged my undying love for her the night she spent in my dorm." He pulled Hermione to him and put an arm around her waist casually. Ron's eyes widened and he turned redder than his hair ready to pounce.

"Blaise!" She slapped his upper arm and the two Slytherins shared a smile. "He's joking, right Blaise?" He nodded his head vigorously, surprisingly enough that didn't mess up his hair, and murmured a 'Yeah, sure'. The only thing that annoyed Ron was the fact she didn't remove Blaise's arm.

"Here you go." Said Ginny, handing the magazine to Hermione.

"Thanks, I'll see you lot later." The Gryffindor's watched as Blaise said something and Hermione jumped on his back, she was in fits of laughter then they exited leaving each teenage boy in the room wishing to be Blaise

They entered their Common Room to hear loud music playing and couples rubbing against each other like there's no tomorrow. Everybody was dolled up and drinking various drinks. There was a short boy who looked like the next Colin Creevey, carrying a huge camera around with him.

"I need to change, I'll see you in a few."

"Scared to show what you have under there Snape?" Asked Malfoy approaching the two, drink in hand.

"Not at all Malfoy, I just don't want get raped." She smirked.

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't"

She carefully undid the buttons of her robe and pulled it off to reveal her decked in only a white tank top and black leather trousers.

"Close your mouth, you're letting flies in." Malfoy stiffened.

"Drakie!! Dance with me!" Millicent, in her skin tight outfit pulled Malfoy on to the dance floor. They were dancing too close for Hermione's comfort. Malfoy met Hermione's gaze as dog-girl pulled him closer.

"I'd better go save him." Alisha sighed and pushed her way through the crowds to get to the duo, she stopped right in front of them. "May I cut in? Good." She didn't even wait for an answer, she pushed an angry Millicent out of the way. Hermione saw Malfoy kiss Alisha's cheek in pure friendliness. She felt something inside of her stir and turned away to get a drink. The soothing effect of butterbeer with a drop of fire whiskey was just what she needed. She felt familiar hands wrap themselves around her waist.

"What is it Malfoy?"

"I want to dance."

"Great, find some slut to dance with."

"I just have." Hermione turned around to slap him but he caught her wrist and kissed her knuckles.

"Now, now Snape, all I want is a dance." He kissed the last knuckle letting his lips linger there for a second.

Malfoy took Hermione's hand and led her to the same place as where he and Millicent had danced previously, Hermione turned around swiftly to walk away but was again pulled back by Malfoy. He had his hands on her stomach just under her tank top and rubbed around her navel piercing. He dipped one finger around the piercing and into her navel.

"Naughty Girl, doesn't you're uncle know you have this?"

He moved his free hand to the waistband of her trousers and stuck his thumb in and massaged her lower stomach through the trousers. She threw her head back against his shoulder and pressed her body into his, she could feel his arousal through his clothes. She turned around and looked him in the eye, endless pools of blue/grey crashed into deserts of gold, she put her arms around his waist, lost in the sensation she put her thumb through the ringlets of his jeans, pulling him forward, his excitement more evident. He nuzzled her neck, pressing his moist lips into her soft skin biting and sucking deeply. Hermione could feel the heat rush to her, she closed her eyes, unwilling to moan.

"Say my name for me, Hermione…"

That was the last straw; the way her name rolled off his tongue caused her to moan out loud.

"N-Nuh…goddess…Draco…"

His name sounded perfect when she said it. A sudden force backwards caused the teenage girl to awaken from her dazed state.

"Two minutes and thirty four seconds. I think that's a record."

AN: Evil cliff-hanger… don't you just love them? Review!! :D