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.

SPOILERS: A/U.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.

A/N: So sorry for the delay. I was sick for a few days. Horrible, I know. This is a rather short chapter, but I promise I will update soon.

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CHAPTER 9

On the first floor of the Share House there was a tiny nondescript door at the far end of the hallway near the back of the house. It was the of the same color as the walls and was paid no heed by everyone in residence except for the House Managers who would open it from time to time to get a mop or a pail or other cleaning device. See, that door happened to lead to the storage room which was by far the most boring room (if you can still consider it a room since it is rather small) in the whole House.

So, it was technically the best place to go in hiding if ever you were avoiding someone – or a group of people.

"Mm, you taste so good." She had him backed against the wall and was attacking his lips with a ferocity that only excited him. His hands roamed her body , trying to undress her. He knocked over a mop in the process and it made a loud clang as it hit a dust pan. They froze.

Footsteps stopped a few feet away from outside the storage room.

"Did you hear that?" Neville Longbottom's voice wondered aloud.

"Hear what?" His companion echoed.

"Must've been an echo or something," Neville said. They continued on.

"This is crazy Bettina," Harry muttered, straightening himself up. He realized that he just couldn't do this anymore. Sneaking around with girls wasn't his thing. They've been doing this for a week now. Storage room hookups, early morning escapades, and even a night in that poor Slytherin's room. The pale, lanky boy had sworn he wouldn't tell anyone. He had been deathly afraid of Bettina.

"But that just makes everything so much hotter." She replied, biting her lip seductively. She pulled him towards her again, but he resisted. She frowned at his rejection. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just sick of hiding, that's all." He said.

"You know why we have to." She pleaded.

"Maybe you're exaggerating." He said with a shrug. "I for one, know I could handle that idiot of a cousin of yours."

"He'll make us go our separate ways." She pointed out.

"This is a free country," he retorted.

Bettina stared at him for a moment in silent contemplation. "He may be an asshole but I love him to death." She warned. "So if we're going to do this, you must promise me that you won't hurt him."

Harry feigned an innocent look. "I would never."

Cassie had moped around for the entire week, being very unlike herself. Adrian had been avoiding her in totality, and her ego was permanently bruised. Rarely did a guy ditch Cassandra Simms.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she ran straight into someone's chest. Someone's muscular chest.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She sputtered. She looked up and her eyes widened. Fate was definitely trying to be funny. "Oh. It's you."

Adrian looked uneasy. "Cass, hey. You look great."

Now that just confused her. Guys who told her she looked great did not avoid her. Instead, they actually went out with her. Guys who avoided her would just go on their way without stopping to talk to her.

She decided to be straight-up about it. "Why are you avoiding me?"

He immediately averted his eyes. "You're obviously very busy."

Now that just confused her more. "What are you talking about?"

Her confusion must have been transparent because he stared at her incredulously. "With Zabini, of course."

Not him again. She inwardly groaned. "Don't tell me you believed all those rumors?"

"How can they be rumors when Zabini himself told me?"

"That lying piece of shit!" She screamed. So loudly that several passersby shot her nasty looks. She couldn't have cared less. She just wanted to kill Blaise Zabini and throw his body down a ravine.

"You mean it isn't true?" He looked relieved.

"Of course it isn't," she sighed.

"Then you're not hooking up with anyone?" The hope in his voice did not leave her amiss.

She grinned at him. "Just you."

He immediately pulled her into the nearest room available.

Draco Malfoy did not believe in true love. He believed in caring deeply for someone…but love? Never. His parents did not marry for love. They married for convenience. Everyone who claimed that they were in love were confused. Mad even. There was infatuation, there was lust, there was friendship. But not love. It was a figment of the imagination created by writers of long ago. It was a fantasy. A dream. Nothing but a dream.

So he knew that it must have been pure infatuation when Hermione Granger appeared in front of him in a stunning red dress and everything else melted away. All he could see was her and he was frozen on the spot, unable to tear away his gaze. It was like all the air had rushed out of him, leaving him completely breathless. And all he could think of was –

I am wrecked.

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