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a/n---hehe, hello, my dears! Now, I'm attempting at a crowd, so don't be amazed if it's horrible. Well...it will probably be horrible anyways. Oh well, let's see what you think!

Part Ten

An engagement party...that was the last thing she needed! And with Slytherin's, no question there. Her year and the year above...what in hell was Pansy thinking when she made up the guest list?!?! The only way it could get worse was if the slytherin adults showed up...or snape...

Hermione cringed as she drifted in the pool. Draco's shove hadn't been completely unexpected, so she had recoved fast enough and hadn't even been thrown into a rage. She didn't even know where her wand was, so there wouldn't have been any point. She was too busy imagining the horror to come to really care about being angry. What exactly was a slytherins idea of a party? Hermione wasn't a social butterfly, therefore hadn't been to any big parties, so she didn't even know a normal person's idea of a party.

She sighed, took a deep breath and dove under the water, now completely used to the slight chill to the water. When she came back up, Draco, Blaise and Pansy weren't the only ones on the pool deck. Nott and the rest of the slytherin quidditch team were there too. Odd, she hadn't noticed their arrival...

...and when'd she start thinking about Draco, Blaise, and Pansy by their first names? Hermione frowned, turning away from the goggling slytherin boys, pondering the mental change. Her conclusion ended up being the effects of the goddamned tattoo. She'd have to force herself to think of them with their normal gryffendor titles.

"Oi, Granger!" called Nott, which Hermione ignored, heading for the opposite end of the pool. "Hey, I'm talking to you, mudblood!"

"Don't care!" Hermione called back, pulling herself up onto the side of the pool by the diving board. There was muttering among the slytherins as she got on the diving board and dived into the cool water. When she came back up, she saw Draco smirking at something Blaise had muttered to him, looking dorectly at her as more slytherins joined the group. The music was turned up by someone and a house elf started to bring out refreshments. Hermione head back to the other end of the pool, wanting nothing to do with the slytherins and their party. It was as simple as keeping the pool between them and her.

Then she remembered the amount of slytherins that were coming and found she wanted to hit something. Sitting beside the diving board once again, she watched at Draco and Blaise forced a toppless Pansy into the pool. Hermione rolled her eyes. These people had no decency!

She turned to look at the tropical plants the Malfoys had planted all around their pool area. There were several paths that lead away to multiple garden themes, telling her they had alot of land and very little to do with it. She wrung some water from her hair, then stood to take a closer look at one of the flowers. It was dark now, and the colored lights in the trees had been turned on. It was really impressive, like some really fancy mansion in the Caribbean.

...maybe they could go there for their honeymoon...

I swear I'm going to kill the person who created these damn marriage-marking tattooes! Even if I have to go back in time, torture children, listen to the rants of some religious idiot...

A warm, wet set of strong arms brought her mind rant to an abrupt halt. She squeeked in fright as a set of lips came down on her neck. A male chuckling instantly brought her anger to the fore of her mind.

"If you value life, you will let me go this instant, Feret!" she hissed, completely forgetting about her lack of a want.

"I go by Blaise, thank you very much." a deep murmur replied and Hermione's eyes widened. Blaise was...

She gave him a good elbow in the stomach, which made him let her go, and she stalked back to the pool. Blaise grinned and followed her. She was about to get onto the diving board when Blaise caught her about the waist. "Not so fast, Maya. Your man wants a word with you."

"He's not my man, don't call me Maya, and for the last time, let me go!!!"

Blaise chuckled and lifted her up. "No-can-do, sweetheart."

Hermione was too stunned to respond. Did he just...was she still...god! something was really wrong with this situation!!! Hermione was just about to try and break free of Blaises arms when she was handed down to Draco, who was standing in the shallow end of the pool. He was grinning as he talked to Nott about quidditch, not even looking at her as he sat on one of the pools stairs and sat her firmly in his lap. Hermione did her best to not growl and smack him upside the head.

Now she could easily see what she didn't want to see. The slytherins were talking, dancing, giving her unpleasent looks, and drinking. Merlin, she hopped the drinks weren't acoholic! Draco turned from Nott's story of some quidditch game he had seen recently to lean her back and kiss her collar bone, earning a gasp of surprise.Draco chuckled, and Nott whistled.

"Damn, Granger! Where've you've been hiding?" Nott asked brutishly, leaning over to leer at her body. Hermione glarred at him as pansy plopped down beside Draco, having now found her top. She made a face at what Draco was doing.

"How could you even want to touch that thing?" Pansy asked, causing Nott to back down, but not look away. "She's as filthy as the rest of her kind, and then some!"

"Pans, are you completely blind?" asked Blaise, appearing behind the snobby girl. He wrapped his arms around Pansy's thin waist and started to nibble on her neck.

"She'd have to be to let you touch her." muttered Nott before making a vailant retreat to the refreshments table. Blaise glarred after the quidditch captain as Draco shifted to look into Hermione's eyes, their noses touching. Regretably, she didn't smell any kind of booze, which meant he was serious about his every action. He was once again about to claim her lips when a loud series of 'pop's echoed though the party and Draco sigh distractedly.

"It appears as though your plans were flawed, Pansy." Draco said irritably, looking up at the other girl, leaving Hermione looking very relieved.

Pansy shook her head prettily. "Nope. I told daddy we where and why we were throwing you a party, so it's no surprise they showed up."

Blaise groaned as an order passed over their heads. "Let go of my daughter, Mr. Zabini, if you wish to have children in the future."

"Hello, Mr. Parkinson." said Draco, looking up at the elegant yet plain man.

Mr. Parkinson nodded to the blonde boy. "Draco. The female in your lap is your betrothed, I presume?"

"Yes, sir."said Draco, pulling a startled Hermione up into a sitting position. "Hermione Granger, the Gryffendor Princess."

Mr. Parkinson nodded and offered a hand to Hermione, who looked nervously at the proffered limb. the older man smirked and withdrew his hand. "I like her. She knows her place."

Hermione had a sharp retort on her tongue, but Draco started to speak before she could snap it out. "Thank you, sir. I'm lucky. She can't find her tongue around any other, but alone..."

Mr. Parkinson chuckled. "She'll keep you entertained. I still think it's a shame my dear Pansy didn't get chosen. Oh well, where might your father be?"

"Inside somewhere, sir."

"Thank you, Draco. Have a good night." Mr. Parkinson winked at Hermione and disappeared into the crowd.

"Well, now things are supervised." sighed Blaise, tightening his grip on Pansy. Pansy nodded, though not unhappily. Hermione didn't know what she should feel, and Draco just 'hm'-ed. He looked down at her with an almost sad smile.

The parents had arrived.

a/n---ha! How was that? It's the first half of the party!! I decided to do it in two parts, just to be a pain in the butt!

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