A/N Okay, here it is; the party scene. Not as ... bad for lack of a better word, as i originally intended or as graphic. But anyways here it is. I think you will find a nice little surprise at the end.

"You're a tease and you know it," Draco whispered in her ear.

"I know no such thing," Hermione said, watching the couples on the dance floor, not bothering to turn to Draco.

"Oh, don't try and act coy." Draco moved to stand next to her, handing her a drink. She had taken the veritaserum antidote before she left and didn't hesitate to down the drink; champagne.

"I'm not acting at anything Malfoy. If I rebuke your claim that I'm acting a tease maybe it's because I'm not trying to teaseyou."

"So who are you teasing then? I'm sure just about every man in the room would attest that it was him your efforts were directed at."

Hermione gave a humourless laugh.

"And no doubt you put yourself at the top of that list."

"Come on Granger, just admit it; you know you want me."

Hermione finally turned her gaze to Draco. She very casually let her eyes wonder from his shoes to the top of his head, pausing for a second to look at his lips.

"You're nothing special." Hermione saw his eyes flared. If there was anything Hermione knew about Draco Malfoy it was that he hated to be thought of as ordinary; just part of the crowd.

"Dance with me," he demanded. Hermione placed her drink on a passing platter which was obscuring the house elf carrying it. Draco copied her and put down his own drink.

"Miss Granger," his father appeared from seemingly nowhere. "I do believe you promised me this dance."

Hermione smirked at Draco, "Maybe next time."

And leaving a fuming Draco, Hermione and Lucius made their way onto the dance floor.

"You've played your cards well Miss Granger," Lucius said as they glided around the dance floor, the room lit by hundreds of candles. Hemione hoped she continued to look like the second image she had seen in the mirror and not the first.

"I'm sorry; I don't think I understand, Mr Malfoy." Hermione smiled innocently at him

"Come now, no need to be shy. You've got my son following you around like a wounded puppy. The more you kick him, the harder he tries to please you. I'm sure the same would be true for any man in this room, your Mr Black included."

"I can assure you; I never intended to… kick anyone."

"All the same, every eye is on you."

"No Mr Malfoy, they're on us."

They danced in silence a while before Lucius again started conversation.

"Are you intending to join us for the more spirited of our festivities?" he asked.

"I wasn't aware of there being any extra… revelry." Despite her words she sent Lucius a look that said I'm-up-for-anything.

He cocked one pale eyebrow, "I'm sure you'll find them enjoyable. Narcissa doesn't usually join in and heads home early. I offer you my company if you wish to accept it."

Hermione smiled brightly and subtly moved a step closer, shortening the gap between their bodies. "I can think of nothing else that would delight me more."

"Hermione, please don't do this," Sirius begged over dessert. "Please, please?"

They were seated halfway down the long table, cover with every dessert imaginable. Candle's floated off the table and Hermione was reminded of the Great Hall back at Hogwarts.

"I've made me decision," Hermione said coldly.

"Well, I'm going home. I refuse to sit by and watch you whore yourself out."

"Then go," she snapped. Several people looked over at the obviously bickering pair and she lowered her voice. "The door is that way and nobody is stopping you."

Sirius threw his napkin down on the table and stormed out of the house, not bothering to say goodbye to anybody.

Hermione smiled and continued to eat her dessert, acting as if she hadn't a care in the world. Inside she was freaking out. Without Sirius here she was completely without protection. She was at their mercy and there wasn't much she could do if they decided to turn on her. But despite her fear and trepidation she smiled warmly at Lucius when the party broke up and about half the guests moved to a different section of the house while the other half left. She observed those staying and couldn't see Draco or Pansy among them. Pansy's parents too it seemed had retired for the evening.

"So what happens now?" Hermione asked Lucius, feigning ignorance.

"A show," he said simply and led her into a room where a stage had been set up and a group of chairs placed before it.

Lucius and Hermione took a seat and the other guests filed in around them. The room looked like a miniature theatre except there were weird couches and chairs against the walls. The lights dimmed on their own it seemed and the curtains on the small stage opened and there stood, well there chained, was Pansy. Though a mask covered her face, Hermione recognised her stick thin body and jet black hair. The robe she now wore was thin and lacy and did nothing to cover her body as you could see right through it. She was chained to a wooden frame, much like a door frame but larger and without any wall supporting it. And she seemed to be tilted on an angle as if she were leaning up against an invisible platform. The room watched in silence as two men stepped out onto the stage.

Hermione took in the men's appearance. They were both wearing black sarongs wrapped around their wastes and had masks on, like Pansy. And their chest and feet were both naked.

Hermione watched in morbid fascination as the first, Draco she realised from his telltale hair stepped behind Pansy and practically ripped her robe off. The second man took his wand out of his sarong and with a wave the chains were gone and Pansy was floating, suspended in the air by magic. The second man then kneeled down and Hermione stifled a gasp as he positioned himself between her legs and began to go down on her. She watched as Draco removed his sarong and placed his dick near Pansy's mouth so that she could suck it.

Hermione didn't want to watch but at the same time couldn't tear her gaze away from the orgy happening on stage.

On stage Draco removed a knife from Merlin only knows where and proceeded to carve something into Pansy's stomach. Hermione couldn't see what it was but from what she had read it was a feminine pagan symbol for fertility.

Traditionally the two men performing the ritual as it were, would be two strong warriors. One, chosen by the family of the girl, the other chosen by the community as a whole. If it were a man at the centre of the ritual the two most beautiful women would be chosen by the same means and the male symbols would be carved.

The wounds are healed and no scar is left on the skin but the theory goes that with the joining of the bodies the symbol is imprinted inside the body. Hermione thought it ridiculous when she had first read it and now willed her body to stay seated and watching.

On stage, Pansy moaned and jerked as she experienced an orgasm. The second man then stood and began thrusting his erection into her. Hermione could see blood dripping off the young woman's stomach but Pansy didn't seem to notice and continued to suck Draco off while the other man pounded into her. After sometime Draco came and moved to stand off to the side of the stage. The couple gracefully fell to the floor and continued their fucking on the floor. With one last thrust the other man came too and stood and moved to a similar position as Draco but on the other side of the stage. Pansy lay where they left her and the curtain closed.

After a moment of silence the room full of people erupted into activity.

Lucius placed a hand at Hermione's elbow and lifted her out of her seat. A second later all the seats were gone and the other, strangers ones were moved into the centre of the room.

"What did you think Miss Granger?" Lucius asked. Hermione thought for a second.

"Well, once I recognised the ritual I must admit I was a little surprised to see it still being performed. I of course recognised Pansy and Draco but I wonder who the second man was."

Lucius looked surprised and studied her face closely for a moment.

"The second was chosen by the family. It was Sirius Black."

"No it wasn't," Hermione laughed.

"Yes, I can assure you it was."

"No, it wasn't," Hermione said more forcefully. "I'd have recognised him."

"Well then maybe you should get your eyes tested because it definitely was him."

Hermione looked around the room, searching for any sign of him but he was no where in sight. The other occupants of the room where advancing on each other though. Several couples were already in various stages of undress. Hermione was hardly surprised. After the display on stage even she had some excess tension to burn.

She felt Lucius rub his hand along her back, over her arse and back up again.

"Maybe there is somewhere more private I can take you?" Lucius said seductively. Hermione looked around. If this was going to happen she would rather it not happen in front of a bunch of Death Eaters.

"That sounds wonderful."

Lucius led her out of the room and down a hallway to a private room. She hadn't noticed Draco's dumbstruck face or Sirius' resigned one as they entered the room from a side door just as she was leaving.

The room they entered looked like any other bedroom. It could have been a hotel room.The walls were boring faded brick, the floors carpeted in beige carpet and a plain wooden bed sat against the back wall. Matching drawers and cupboards were scattered around the room. She stood in the middle of the room nervously as Lucius locked the door behind them. He circled around her, like an eagle hunting for prey. He stopped behind her and rand his hands down her arms and over her body, his fingers brushing against her breasts through the thin material of her dress. She tried to keep her breathing slow and even but she knew she must have looked nervous. Lucius came back around to stand infront of her and began to strip his clothing off. When he was down to just his long black slacks he told her to take her dress off. She took a deep breath and slowly began to unbutton her dress. When the final button was undone the dress pooled around her ankles. She stood there in her lacy black underwear and mustered all the confidence she could and looked Lucius straight in the eye.

His eyes swept over her body and he smile in grim satisfaction. Hermione started towards him and placed her hands at his belt but he pushed her back.

"Take it off."

Hermione's hands fumbled as she undid her bra and then stepped out of her underwear. There was nothing she could do to stop the blush that flushed over her body. Once again he silently appraised her body. He looked into her eyes as if he was searching for the answer to some unasked question.

"You'll do," he said eventually. "Get dressed."

"Pardon me?" Hermione was confused. Really confused. With a flick of his wand Lucius was dressed again.

"Put your clothes back on."

"Aren't we going to…" Hermione's voice trailed off.

"I am many things Miss Granger but I do not sleep with my son's intended."

"His what?"

"Try to keep up. Draco wants you and he intends to have you. I had to make sure you were quality goods and could represent the Malfoy name before I agreed to the match. You showed courage and spirit but something more than that; I can see it in your eyes. Something cunning. And I respect that too. Now put your clothes on."

Lucius stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

Hermione stood frozen for a second before quickly dropping to her knees and searching for her underwear. When she was dressed she pulled together all the dignity she could muster and walked out of the room. She somehow managed to find her way back out the front doors and as she burst though them sucked in great lungfulls of air. Pansy was outside having a smoke; dressed and healed.

"So," she said taking a puff. "You're going to marry Draco Malfoy."