Some boys take a beautiful girl

And hide her away from the rest of the world

I want to be the one to walk in the sun

Oh girls they want to have fun

Oh girls just want to have fun

Song Inspiration: Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Ouch.

Hermione hurriedly walked into her common room. After three hours of nonstop dancing, she couldn't wait to take off her shoes. Even though she had charmed them to be more comfortable, being on her feet for so long had taken its toll. Stepping through the portrait hole, she hobbled on one foot to remove one shoe at a time. By the time both shoes were secured in her hand, she looked up to see Malfoy staring at her from his place on the window seat. Giving him a slight smile, she plopped down on the couch and closed her eyes.

She yawned.

"Where have you been?"

"Hmm," she mumbled as she settled herself into the couch.

"I said where have you been?"

She opened her eyes and looked at him wearily.

"Are you okay?"

"Granger, why don't you just answer the question?"

Pushing herself off the couch, she seated herself with her body facing him.

"Lose the attitude, Malfoy. What's your problem?"

"My problem? I'm not the one with the problem. You're the one coming in at two o'clock in the morning from Merlin knows where when you know it's against the rules."

Her eyes narrowed.

"First of all, I don't need you to remind me of the rules. Secondly, whenever you come in past curfew, do I ever give you a hard time? No. So whatever this is right now is done."

Moving off the couch, she went to grab her shoes and headed for the stairs. She called over her shoulder.

"Whatever is up your arse right now, lose it by tomorrow."

Before she could make it to the second step, he grabbed her wrist, forcing her to turn around and face him.

"I'm not done with this conversation, Granger."

"Well I am," she said, trying to force her arm out of his grip. He stood there glaring at her as she fought with him to release her arm. She soon relented when she realized he wasn't letting go.

"Get the fuck off me, Malfoy."

The step that she stood on gave her added height so he stood there, staring at her dead in the eyes.

"No."

Hermione took a shaky breath, trying to control herself from hexing Malfoy into a million tiny pieces.

"Malfoy," she said calmly, "I just want to go to bed. It's been a long night, I'm tired, and I don't want any unnecessary problems between us. Things have been going okay for the past couple of months, yeah? So let's not ruin it."

"Where did you go?"

She decided that the sooner she answered his questions, the sooner she could get to sleep without any problems between them.

"I've told you this before today," she sighed, "but we went to that new club in Hogsmeade, Rehab."

"Who was there?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Well it was for Ginny's birthday so Harry, Ron, Luna, and a couple more people from Gryffindor."

"What did you do?"

"Oh, come on, Malfoy! What do people do when they go to a club? They drink, dance, have fun!"

She watched his eyes darken.

"Who'd you dance with?"

She laughed.

"What? Who'd I dance with?"

"Who did you dance with," he repeated, gritting his teeth.

"I can't exactly remember the people I danced with the whole time I was there, Malfoy, but I think you should be satisfied with what details I've given you. Now you can live this experience vicariously through me."

He stayed silent.

"Now," she continued, once again attempting to remove his hand from her wrist, "if you'd simply let go, I can head to bed now."

"Granger," he growled, "answer the question."

Confusion swept over Hermione as she tried to figure out why he was acting so bizarrely. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his eyes were narrow and his brow furrowed. She simply wanted to get to bed, and all he could be bothered to do was ask her who...

"You're jealous," she said astonished.

"What," he said, finally snapping out of his interrogation, and letting go of her hand as if it burned him.

"Yeah. You're jealous. Why else would you want to know who I was dancing with all night?"

"Curiosity," he said, backing away from her and returning to his seat by the window.

"Bullshit."

"What, Granger? I just wanted to know about your night."

Hermione walked towards him boldly and sat next to him.

"Does it bother you that I danced with a series of guys tonight?"

Hermione smirked when she saw his jaw tighten.

"No, Granger. Matter of fact, I'm quite shocked it didn't bother Weasley."

She watched him with an amused look on her face. He had turned his face back to his book, and Hermione had used her index finger to angle his face back to hers before tracing along his jaw until she stopped at his lips. Looking at his mouth, she spoke.

"Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world. I want to be the one to walk in the sun."

He stared at her.

"What?"

"Girls they want to have fun," she said simply before she brought his mouth down to hers. He wasted no time pulling her into his lap so she straddled him. She willingly opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. As they began to lose breath from the lack of air, Draco focused his attention on her neck.

"Oh girls just want to have fun," she finished, breathlessly.

"What's that," he said against her neck, trailing his way up to her jaw.

"It's a song by a very perceptive woman."

"Well I don't know about her, Granger, but you're not having fun with anyone else ever again."

She smiled.

"Somehow, I think I'll survive."

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the working day is done

Girls - they want to have fun

Oh girls just want to have fun,

They want to have fun,

They want to have fun...