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"Is it wrong?" she asked him.

"Hell no. If we liked each other, then I'd have to throw myself off the Astronomy Tower. No, go and like freakin' Weasley for all I care. He's not the one who gets to sleep with you, so why should I care." He opened one eye and glared at her. "You two aren't hitting it off, are you?" he snapped. She actually laughed, taking off the rove and crawling back in bed with him.

"No," she murmured. "Weren't you listening at all? Ain't no other man but you, baby." His lip curled in disgut and she giggled, snuggling closer to him and eventually falling asleep. He watched her as her breathing slowed. Her hair was still frizzy and untamed, but it didn't bother him much anymore. The tiniest of smiles slid onto his face.

"Goodnight, mudblood."

The seventh years first sex-ed class was that week and it couldn't have been any worse. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were paired together (imagine that?). It wasn't really bothering Hermione except for the fact that Draco was getting a lot more...friskier...as the class loomed closer. She starting to walk with other students just to avoid being jumped in the corridor and shagged down in some empty room or broomcloset and miss yet another lesson. Some of the teachers were starting to notice her tardiness to classes and her friends were getting suspicious.

The day of the class, Hermione found herself in a hidden hallway, Draco doing a Dracula number on her neck.

"Draco, please!! We have class now!!"

"Sex-ed? Why should we go? I can teach you a lot about sex right here!!" She shoved him away.

"One: We are in a hallway, and there is no way we are doing it in a hallway," she hissed and he smirked. "Two: it is the first class and I would like to make a good impression."

"It's sex-ed!!" She began walking away and cursing under his breath, he followed her. They drifted apart when students came into sight. Draco found Blaise and they walked up to the class. Hermione walked with Harry and Ron, both who looked thoroughly put off by the next class. Finding seats in the class, Harry wrinkled his nose in distate.

"Horrible decor," he muttered and Hermoine giggled. As soon as everyone was seated, Tonks showed up.

"Hello, I'm Professor Tonks, but you can just call me Tonks," she greeted. "First off, I want you all to fill out this sheet and turn it in, ok?" The surveys that Hermione and Draco had seen earlier appeared in front of everyone. Pulling out a quill, Hermoine sighed.

Have you ever had sexual intercourse? She glanced around. People were staring at the paper like it was a joke. Others were scribbling down things. Unable to hide her curiosity, she sneaked a peak at Harry and Ron's paper. Both had checked off the box next to the question saying yes. She silently wondered who Ron had slept with. She stared down at her paper and silently contemplated whether putting down yes or no. She could feel someone staring at her and realized it was Ron.

"What?" she snapped and he flushed and turned back to his paper. Feeling a little unnerved, she checked off no.

If you have, how many times? A snort from behind her made the trio turn around. Draco and Blaise were laughing silently. It seemed they were also on the same question. Draco looked up and leaned forward.

"On the same question, Granger?" he whispered so that only him, Blaise and the trio could hear. "How many times have you done it with someone?" She flushed. Harry glared at him.

"Leave her alone, Malfoy." He was ignored, however.

"Have you ever screamed at the top of your lungs while some guy is cupping your breast and screwing your brains out?" Hermione couldn't help but scowl. Wasn't that just last night? Ron stood.

"We said, leave her alone," he snarled. Draco merely leaned back in his chair and muttering something to Blaise, who in turn, eyed Hermione with humor in his eyes. Hermione turned back around.

"What you say to him, Hermione?" Ron asked and she glanced at him.

"Oh, nothing, Ron," she muttered. "Nothing."

The ball came up fast and soon Hermione was standing in front of the mirror, a green thigh-length sleeveless dress on. It hugged her curves nicely. An eye mask was on her face and her hair was streaked with green and silver. Twirling on medium high heels, she left her room and stopped at the top of the stairs. Draco, who had been waiting for her, turned around and smirked. He was wearing white dress robes with an eyemask. His hair was dyed black. She slid down the banister and into his arms. She twirled around in front of him.

"How do I look?" she asked and he shrugged.

"Trampy," he said and she hit him in the arm. He took her arm, pulling her closer. "Why don't we stay here?" he whispered huskily, nuzzling her cheek. "I've got some tricks that I'm yet to pull out on you." She smiled, reaching down and squeezing his crotch. He gasped and stared at her, eyes wide. She smiled coyly.

"See, Draco," she whispered back, leaning up so that her lips were close to his yet still tauntingly far. "I can be alluring, too." She let go of him, flipping her hair. She pushed up her chest, pretending to be fixing her bra and heard him groan. She flashed him a smile. "You can't seduce me that easily," she told him and walked out the door.

Entering the Great Hall, she looked around. It was decorated in jack-o-lanterns and such, with candle lighting up the hall. Several guys watched her as she headed over to the punch table. She smiled, watching them as they nodded to her.

"Miss?" She turned around and smiled as a tall young man in red and black dress robes bowed. She bowed.

"Sir," she giggled. He held out his hand, motioning out onto the dance floor. She smiled and followed him out. His hands went around her waist as she rested hers around his neck.

"So, what can I ask you, besides your name and house?" he asked. She shrugged.

"You could ask me what I like to do or eat or what my favorite color is," she told him and he laughed.

"Ok then, what's your favorite color?"

"Lavender. I'm a sucker for purple." He smiled widely.

"Favorite food?"

"Chili cheese fries." He stared at her through his mask and she giggled. "They're delicious." As they continued talking, Hermione was oddly aware that his hands were sinking lower on her body. She was about to tell him off about it when they were interrupted by none other than a young man in white dress robes.

"Oi!" the man snapped. Red looked White up and down.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Times up, I get her back," White hissed. Red was about to say something else when Hermione shook her head.

"It's ok," she said, internally sighing with relief as he released her. "I'll find you later, ok?" Red nodded and stalked off. Draco took his place, pulling Hermione a lot closer and his hands a lot lower.

"Right," he muttered. "I'll find him later." Hermione laughed.

"He did have soft hands, though," she told him and was pleasantly amused at his shocked look.

"Soft hands?!" His hands squeezed and she gasped. "He didn't do that, did he? Soft hands, my ass."

"More like mine," she muttered and he smirked. She flicked some hair out of his face.

"Black suits you," she said. He laughed.

"Sure it does." She nodded.

"But I like the platinum blond look. Wonder if it'll pass on to our children?" He squeezed her butt again and she hit him in the arm.

"By the way, Hermione," he muttered. "That stunt you pulled in the common room. Not. Cool."

"Aww, did I ruin the family jewels?"

"You just might have. What made you do it?" She shrugged.

"I'm getting tired of you always taking control," she muttered. "Why do you have to lead all the time? How come you have to bed me instead of me bedding you?" He eyed her, unable to hide his smile.

"You want to know something? What you said, a real turn on. Want to ditch this place and go-"

"Ugh, see what I'm talking about!!! Why do you always have to be the one shoving me into corners?"

"I'd let you push me into a corner any day."

"How come I can't resist and win? Why do I have to submit all the time?" He stared at her for a while and shrugged.

"Maybe you aren't trying hard enough." She sighed, turning away.

"Maybe I should start trying."

"That would be...interesting. A chase...hard-to-get with your wife. I think I'll like this game, muggle."

"Well prepare to be blackballed, Draco." He was silent for a moment.

"Um, Hermione? This doesn't mean we're not shagging every night. This whole game thing doesn't apply to night time activities, does it?" She stared at him in disbelief.

"Are you just totally obsessed with sex? Really, are you?"

"No. It just happens to come with the whole package called marriage. It's not like I'm getting anything else out of this."

"How about me?"

"You're a bonus." She smiled and hit him in the arm.

"You amaze me sometimes, you know that. And I thought you said nothing would change."

"So far, nothing has."

The song ended and they headed over to the punch table. He avoided getting too close and she handed him a cup, rolling her eyes. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she squealed when she recognized who it was.

"Ginny!" she whispered. The girl nodded. She was wearing a black dress with lions, snakes, badgers and ravens etched intricately into it. Her mask covered her eyes and nose and her hair was streaked with purple. "Nice outfit," she told her. Ginny giggled.

"It's a bit much, but whatever," she said then eyed the boy next to Hermione, who was eyeing her. "Who's that?" Hermione blushed and shrugged.

"We were dancing," she told her friend. White took Ginny's hand and kissed it.

"Madam," he murmured and Ginny's face flamed and she giggled. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Isn't he something," Hermione said to Ginny and the girl nodded. White glanced at Hermione.

"I'll see you later, I hope," he murmured into her ear but there was something different in the way he said it. She turned to face him and his lips brushed hers. Before she could react, he had disappeared into the crowd. Ginny whistled.

"Woah, he moves fast, doesn't he?" she commented. Hermione nodded absent-mindedly, a finger running over her lips. What had that been? She was pretty sure that the kiss hadn't been out of his crazy sex obsession. Something else...She shook her head. You're paranoid, that's what it is. "Come on, Hermione! We've gotta go see Ron and Harry!"

"I thought we weren't supposed to know who everyone was?" Hermione said pointedly and Ginny laughed.

"Yeah, but I stumbled in on them trying on their clothes, so it was inevitable." The approached a table and two young men stood. One was wearing dark blue robes with a full mask and the other had red-orange robes with a half mask.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, peering at the full mask. The man shook his head.

"Ron," he said back and Hermione giggled.

"Nice," she told him, tapping the mask. "It's cute." Although she couldn't see it, Ron's face did a complete color change from pink to magenta. Harry laughed.

"Great outfit, Hermione," he said and Hermione blushed deeply.

"I think it's a bit, um, revealing..."

"No! It's really pretty, 'Mione!" Hermione's face grew a deeper shade of red than Ron's hair.

"Thanks Ron." Suddenly, White showed up. Someone was with him, a tall young man in dark green robes and a half mask.

"Miss Green," he greeted, bowing slightly while brushing his lips over Hermione's hand. She and Ginny giggled as Ron and Harry ruffled a bit.

"Who's this?" Ron asked gruffly and White, careful not to smirk, grinned.

"Call me White," he said. "And you are?"

"Blue," Ron growled back. White nodded. He then motioned to his friend.

"Meet Dark, in robe and in skin color," White introduced cheekily, earning him a hefty shove from his friend. Hermione hid a smile. Blaise.

"What are you two doing over here?" Harry asked. Dark couldn't help but smirk.

"The ladies, of course," he said, eyeing Ginny, who blushed deeply. "You, of course, wouldn't mind if we stole them away to the dance floor, would you?" Hermoine rolled her eyes. What were these two on? They were so out of character...probably think he's gonna get some for being like this. Well, he had better think twice... She could see Ron and Harry were upset but she smiled at them.

"Don't worry, you two," she said, patting Ron's hand. "We'll be back for the two of you next." White took her hand and led her out onto the floor. Out of the corner, she could see Ginny and Blaise/Dark moving slowly to the music. She turned back to Draco.

"You know, if you think you're getting lucky because you're acting this way, you had better think again," she told him and he cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Who said this was about...no wait, it is. Sorry about that." She glared at him and he smirked. "What are you going to do about it? Run off with Weasley?"

"Maybe I should," she muttered, turning away from him to look across at Blaise and Ginny. "What's up with him?" Draco looked over also and shrugged.

"Been like that since we got here. Really starting to bug me." Hermione's head snapped back onto him.

"What do you mean, been like that?" Draco rolled his eyes in a self-suffering fashion.

"He's been watching her and sending her stuff for a while, Muggle. Must I spell it out to you?" Her eyes widened.

"He's her admirer?"

"More of a stalker. Didn't you read the note?"

"Don't you think that's unhealthy?"

"It's only unhealthy if you start sending pictures and blood samples, Muggle. Other than that, it's perfectly ok."

"You're endorsing this?!"

"I'm not telling him he can't. Have you seen the body on that girl?"

"She'll be horrified!"

"So were you, but look where we are, Muggle." She stared at him and he stared back. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped. It wasn't worth getting into an argument over. Besides, he was right. She sighed. She hated it when he was wrong.

The song ended and Hermione began walking away to find Ron when Draco pulled her back into him.

"Wait," he whispered and they were gazing into each others eyes again. This was a nasty habit that they were picking up and it was starting to irk Draco. She gasped as his lips brushed hers and she was released. Stumbling backwards, she immediately lost sight of him.

"There really is something wrong with him," she murmured to herself. "There really is."

"Mione?" She turned around and smiled.

"Come on Ron. Lets dance."