A/N: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY~!

Jeez Louise, where have I been? I SWEAR ON SALAZAR'S GRAVE IT WASN'T COMPLETELY MY FAULT~!

So, I've actually had this chapter for quite a while, but my desktop computer crashed, and since I was trying to upload it when my computer crashed, I've done absolutely nothing with it. In fact, the second it was fixed, I hastened to upload it. Seriously.

Also, I started Sophomore year two weeks ago, and it's been a bloody nightmare. Seriously. I'm glad I can get away to write. I now know why adults are always like 'High School was the best and worse years of my life'. I'm just kinda waiting for the 'best' part. -_-

ANYWAY~! ENJOY~!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns most of the characters, I own the setting, and Johnny and Kayla.

Song belongs to: P!nk


Put me on the table

Make me say your name

If I can't remember

Then give me all your pain

I can sit and listen

Or I can make you scream

Kiss it and make it better

Just put your trust in me

Hermione was standing on the middle of the stage the competition was to be held on. She was standing so they could only see her side silhouette. She was wearing a tight-fitting grey pants with a light purple belly shirt underneath a matching grey vest and a hat. The vest that matched the outfit pushed her cleavage up considerably. Draco had to admit his girl looked sexy up there. He was standing on the ground at the edge of the stage. It came to his waist, and he could lean forward and watch easily.

He watched as she sang the increasingly suggestive song. Even though they should be practicing, Draco had wanted to play their favorite game. Lyrics. He'd dared her to sing a dirty song, and this is where she'd ended up. Here. On stage. Looking so shaggable he wanted to take her right there in the open.

The stage was outside, near the bonfire spot, and thankfully on the other side of the resort from the Waterfall. He didn't want to be questioned by more Aurors. The initial 'where were you when this happened?' interrogation was bad enough once the Aurors got there. He didn't want to keep getting involved. He saved him. Everyone should just get over it.

Oh my god

Go a little slower

Oh my god

What was that again?

La da da

Let me feel you baby

Let me in

Cuz I understand

Let me feel you baby

Cuz I understand

Hermione was now sliding down the mic stand and gyrating a bit with the beat. Draco's mouth went dry. She sure did know how to keep a guy from thinking.

As soon as he thought that she started to walk toward the edge of the stage. Draco gulped. Walking wasn't really the word. His eyes were following the way her hips were swaying, but he caught her smirk.

What was she doing?

This can be really easy

This doesn't have to be hard

Here baby let me show you

I'll have ya

Climbing up the walls.

"Is that a promise?" Draco asked with a signature smirk. She smirked right back and slid into a frontwards split. Draco took a deep breath. Was she always that flexible? He watched, transfixed as she brought the leg in the back around and wrapped her legs around his hips.

You got all the problems

I think that I can solve

Why don't you come in here baby?

Why don't we sit and talk?

"Not if that's all we'll be doing." Draco muttered into her neck. She was so close to him. He could feel her delighted heartbeat, fast as a bird's. He felt her shiver.

"Draco…" she whined, the music pumping in the background. She could feel his breath against her neck. It was so delicious she was seriously thinking about leading him back to their room, and him nipping her neck only increased that intense desire to get him alone.

"Yes, Mione?" He growled, low in his throat. Before she answered, he gave her neck an open mouthed kiss that made her gasp. The sound sent his brain into the clouds. Just like that he was gone. He couldn't think. His nerves were going haywire. He wanted her. Now. Watchers be damned.

"Get a room, would you?" said an unmistakable voice. Hermione froze, as did Draco.

He looked around Hermione's blushing face to find…

"Weaselette."


Ginny Weasley had been in Transfiguration when a messenger said that Professor Dumbledore wanted to talk to her. She had been nervous, and going through everything she'd done for the entire school year and making a legitimate excuse for everything from throwing away Snape's homework assignment to the re-discovery of Dumbledore's Army. Yes, she had started it back up. It was a sort of helping hand to everyone, seeing as Snape's assignments as a DADA Professor were getting harder and harder as the days past. Ginny wasn't even sure if most of what they were doing was on their level. Apparently he had every year working on the same stuff. First years and Seventh years were all studying the same material. It was probably the stupidest teaching technique since Lockhart.

Dumbledore had told her that he was Floo-ing her in a special connection to Spiritual Oasis because her brother had almost died. Again. Ginny had been worried. None of the sixth years had been able to write, because that would give the position of the resort away. There was no telling how bad Ron was hurt, and so Dumbledore said he'd send her and join them at a later date.

Ginny had realized that that meant she would miss the Ball. It made her a little disappointed, but she packed her summer clothes and went. She had first met Harry outside of the Hospital Wing, and explained the situation. She was to stay with Hermione on the Gryffindor floor. Harry had gotten a little antsy when she said that and had suggested that she'd go find Hermione. She had.

She went and looked around the resort, giving the Aurors a wide birth. She had an uneasy feeling about them. There was something wrong with their odd smiles and serious faces. Ginny went around to the pool, the hot tub, the other pool. The resort was huge and glamorous. She was glad she was here, for other reasons than her dumb brother. Yeah, she was worried, but if Harry's tale of what happened was anything to go by, he had had it coming.

She walked to a spot where she could hear a sultry beat pumping, and turned to see an unmistakable head of platinum blond hair lounging near a stage, a girl who was obviously Hermione in a split before him. She wrapped her legs around him and he kissed her on the neck. Ginny was shocked that they'd do that in public, but not that surprised. Hermione was a sexy girl, and Ginny had known she could rope any guy. Draco Malfoy was just inside Hermione's high standards. The fact that her brother had made it into Hermione's love list was a shocker to all.

"Get a room." Ginny announced. Hermione, as was expected, scrambled away from Malfoy, and he was furious.

"Weaselette." He growled. Ginny felt goosebumps pop up on her arms, but raised an eyebrow.

"Ferret."


"Ginny!" Hermione squealed. She hopped off the stage and engulfed Ginny in a hug. "What are you doing here?"

Draco. Was. Furious.

Close. He had been SO close. He had heard it in Hermione's little noises. Close to grabbing her and running back to his room, or somewhere more secluded, and closer. If he could have apparated there, he would have. Instantly. But Weaselette's appearance had Hermione far from aroused, bringing her back to Earth. He didn't need her to be on Earth. He needed her in his bed. Now.

"So you and the Ferret, huh?" Weaselette was saying, in all her fiery red haired glory. She looked like someone who's above everyone, and knows it. Draco didn't like that look on anyone but himself.

"It would seem so, huh?" Hermione said with a sexy looking smirk. Draco frowned. What was she playing at, exactly? She seemed to be…

Hermione winked at him and whispered to Weaselette. Then they both giggled.

"What in Merlin's name…?"

"Sorry, Draco, but Ginny and I have some catching up to do." Hermione said giving him a peck on the cheek.

"But-"

"See you, Ferret!" And with that, Weaselette looped her arm through Hermione's and they walked away.

Draco growled and banged his head down on the stage. Then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

In fact he did it so much that when someone actually noticed, he was getting dizzy, and probably had a slight concussion.


"What on Earth are you doing?" a voice Draco had been waiting for said.

"Weasel…ette… took … Mione… away…" He said, slamming his head down between each of the words.

"And your counter is to bang yourself bloody on the stage…"

"I don't need your sarcasm." All was silent as Draco continued to hit his head.

There was a tired sigh. "Stupefy."

Draco froze. "Pans…" He growled through his teeth.

"Shut up. We're going back to your room." Pansy hopped off the stage and pointed her wand at him again. "Levicorpus."

Draco was not amused, but it wasn't like he had a choice.


Pansy was not impressed by the size of the bump on Draco's head. Not at all. She frowned at it from the edge of his bed. "Pans…?" He asked the blood rushing to his head did not lessen the pain in any way. She raised a dainty hand and reached out as if to touch it. Draco's eyes softened at her apparent tenderness, before she pointed at it, and poked. Draco hissed.

"Put me down!" Draco yelled. Pansy shrugged, and he crashed to the floor of his bedroom, the bump on his head hitting the ground first, making him wince in pain.

"I've been meaning to talk to you…"

"Before or after you give me a concussion?" Draco demanded, his hand going to his forehead as it throbbed. He seemed to be becoming less and less amused as the seconds passed.

"I wasn't the one banging your head against a stage." Pansy said, pointing her wand at his forehead. One quick healing spell later, and his head was painless, and normal sized.

"Thanks, Pans." He said, feeling his forehead and pulling himself to his feet. "What did you want to talk about?"

Pansy leveled him with her gaze and said it flat out, no emotion in her voice.

"Are you using Hermione Granger?"

Draco stared at her blankly before his world went red. "I'm not bloody using her!" He said harshly, his voice full of venom. "Why would I…?"

"She's a part of the Golden Trio, Draco." Pansy said calmly, pulling her legs underneath her so that she was sitting cross legged. "You know how this looks to everyone else."

"Does that include you?"

"Of course not." Pansy looked at him, and he felt suddenly transparent, like she could see straight through him. "But this is only a vacation, Draco. Remember that. We all have to go back to Hogwarts eventually. What then?" Draco opened his mouth, then closed it. Pansy slid off the bed and padded to the door, pulling it open. "Just think about it, ok?"

Draco's mind was already whirring when the door slid shut.


Neville stood slightly back from the door in which Ron was being tended. He kept trying to see through the small window that was higher up than he was. In one hand was a single rose.

He smiled when Savior stepped out of the room, looking all prim and proper. Savior raised an eyebrow when they saw what he was holding. "Is that for me?"

Neville blushed. "It's for Kayla!" He looked at Savior, all embarrassment gone. "So, what's the verdict?"

"He'll be awake in two days." Savior said softly. "That's all there is to it. We have to get them ready. You know what happens when Ron wakes up…"

Neville nodded. "All hell breaks loose."


A/N: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Cliffy. I'm so mean, doing this to all you after this long, but I have to go do homework now, and I don't know when the next time I can update is. Hopefully this weekend, when the homework is non-existant. Esh. I don't really like this chapter. And I have no idea what should happen next. Soooo, my faithful reviewers, what do YOU think should happen next? REVIEW AND TELL ME~!