Oh I just couldn't keep another chapter from you my darlings! I love you all, the reviews are amazing but damn, stop asking so many questions! Because I will always answer them and I'm going to give away my whole plot! Allow a girl a few secrets :D

I should say that paying attention to the flash 'forwards' is quite important to the story...ones on the previous chapters have certain hints to the future :D

"Alright, girls and boys! Let's get dancing!" The wizard DJ called out over the dinner table as the plates and glasses were cleared away.

Lucius and James both stood at the same time and their hands met on the back of Hermione's chair. "I will take care of my date, Potter." Lucius spat angrily and increased his grip on the chair.

"I did promise Professor Fenwick a dance, Governor." James said back just as angrily and refused to release his hold on her chair.

"Oh boys, come now! There are plenty of beautiful witches here for you both to dance with."

Horace gestured around the room and there were certainly a room full of eager witches panting to be with the school's Governor and the handsome Head Boy of Hogwarts but both wizards only wanted one witch, who in their eagerness to hold onto her chair was now being spun away by a very smug looking pale wizard.

"You are out of your depth, Potter." Lucius snarled at him venomously.

"As are you, my Lord." He replied with a grin before offering his arm to the closest witch and spinning her out onto the dance floor, leaving a fuming Lucius behind.

"I don't believe I caught your name?" Hermione said politely as the tall pale wizard spun her around the dance floor.

"Francois Montrose." He said with a thick French accent as he twirled Hermione around.

"Nice to meet you, Monsieur Montrose, I'm Herm-"

"Hermione Fenwick." He said softly and pulled her up against his chest. "I made it a point to know all the guests at tonight's party."

"Why would you want to know me, sir?"

"Who wouldn't want to know a beautiful and powerful witch?"

"Er thank you?" She was beginning to get uncomfortable in this wizards arms and prayed somebody would cut in. Like an answer from Merlin himself she heard the deep voice of Sirius Black asking to cut in, with an angry huff the wizard released her and bowed respectfully before stalking off to find another unsuspecting witch.

"Professor Fenwick." Sirius bowed over her hand kissed the back of it before pulling her into a slow dance.

"Sirius remind me to award Gryffindor 50 points for rescuing a Professor from the clutches of a disagreeable wizard."

"I just wanted to feel your arse." He replied with a laugh and laughed some more when she slapped his chest. He spun her around quickly causing her to laugh loudly as he twirled quickly around the dance floor.

"Like I would willingly let you touch my arse, Sirius Black!" She exclaimed then squealed as he picked her up and spun her around in the air.

He gave her a wicked grin, plucked a glass of champagne off a floating tray and drank it down on one go before leaning down and placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Must be off, love! Have a great night won't you?" He gave her a wink then was gone as quickly as he had arrived.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor dazed she grabbed a glass herself and drank down the liquid quickly before being pulled into another dance.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Hermione?" Lucius asked while leaning against the wall and sipping what appeared to be brandy.

"I am having a wonderful time, thank you, Lucius. And yourself?"

"I have made several new contacts this evening and met a few lovely witches. And I believe you promised me a dance?"

"Let's go then." Hermione said with a grin. "I have been looking forward to witnessing the great Lucius Malfoy with his twinkle toes."

Lucius chuckled deeply and kissed her hand. "Would the kind lady honour me with a dance?"

"I would love to." She said, impressed with his impeccable manners.

He took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor just as a slow song was about to start. "What perfect timing." He said with a smirk and pulled her close, his hand resting just above her arse as they moved in time with the music.

"Did you plan this, Lucius Malfoy?"

He just smiled and let his hand rest a little bit lower, and grinned when Hermione stiffened and gave him a glare. "I don't plan anything, Hermione. Everything just seems to fall into place for me."

"Is that so, and how do I fit into this little puzzle board of yours?"

"I haven't decided yet," He replied nonchalantly. "But when I do decide you will be the first to know." His hand dipped over her arse before quickly moving back to her waist, he looked over the top of her head and smirked even wider when he caught sight of James Potter glaring at him hatefully and Lily Evans standing next to him trying to get his attention.

"Stop that!" She whispered when his hand squeezed her arse lightly and almost jumped out of her skin when someone cleared their voice loudly behind her.

"Why, Mister Potter, I did not think it would take you until the end of the night to claim your dance, you disappoint me."

Ignoring Lucius's obvious baiting he turned his attention to Hermione who was looking tired and flushed.

"Professor, may I have this dance?"

"You may." She said softly and before Lucius could object she was pulled into James's strong secure embrace and held tightly against his chest.

It was lucky the party had dwindled down to only a dozen or two enthusiastic souls because the way James was holding Hermione like she was the most precious thing in the world would have been fodder for the school gossips.

"I can't tell you enough how beautiful you look tonight, Hermione." He said and let his hands drift down to her arse like Lucius had done, but this time Hermione did not complain instead she let out a soft moan and moved even closer to him.

"James, what are you doing?" She whispered as she felt his breath against her neck, she could smell his cologne and it was a wonderful mixture of sweet and spice.

"Feeling your delicious arse." He replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world,

"Somebody might see!" She hissed as his fingers danced across her back and down to her arse.

"They might if I hadn't cast a forget-me-not spell on myself before coming over to ask you to dance."

"Where is all this confidence coming from?" She asked, thoroughly confused as her chest pressed against his.

"Would you believe I'm tapping into my inner Sirius?"

"No." She said and giggled when his lips traced the outline of her ear.

He smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself impossibly close to him. He could feel himself getting hard and his trousers getting tighter as her soft sweet body moulded against his.

"I just decided to take what I want for once, rather than waiting for it to come to me."

"And what do you want, James Charlus Potter?"

"I would have thought that part was obvious." He whispered huskily into her ear, delighting in the shiver he caused in her and the way she pressed her core against him.

"Graduation is less than three months away," She murmured and moaned lightly when he cupped her arse and brought her against his erection. "Easter holidays are even sooner, James we have to stop." She moaned again when his hand brushed against her nipple and moved along her neck slowly.

"Why?" He asked hoarsely as she ground herself against him again.

"Because, Mister Potter, it is hardly appropriate to copulate with your teacher while the Governor of your school is present."

"Damn it!" Hermione swore and untangled herself from James's arms and straightened out her dress.

"I have come to escort you back to your quarters, Professor."

"Thank you, Lucius," She turned to James and smiled sadly. "Thank you for the dance James, will you be alright to make it to your room alone?"

"Certainly," He said and touched her shoulder gently before adjusting his robes and storming out of the room.

"Lucius-" She started to explain as he took her arm and led them out of the staff lounge.

"You do not need to explain anything to me, Hermione, I completely understand."

"You understand?"

"My wife was a student when I picked her for our contract. I was the Governor then too, it was frowned upon and her school marks were picked through quite deliberately to ensure I had not tampered with her records to look upon me favourably."

He came to a stop and she realised they were outside her door. "I will not do anything to jeopardise his future, of that I can assure you."

"I have a friend, Hermione. He has heard of you and would like for me to set up a meeting between the two of you, he is quite eager to make your acquaintance."

Hermione watched him carefully, noting his grey eyes were unguarded and he looked for the first time that evening a little unsure of himself, her gaze drifted down to his left forearm and when she reached out to touch it he visibly shrunk away from her.

"I won't join him, Lucius."

"What if you do not have a choice?"

"There are always choices," She responded cryptically and looked as though she was fighting a bitter internal battle.

"What would you risk, Hermione, if you knew your family was being held until you completed a task?"

"It depends on the task." She replied and reached out to touch his left arm again, this time he did not shy away but released a weary sigh and stared down at her.

"Memories can be damning, surely you understand what I am referring to?"

She nodded, not needing to be told that he was referring to Voldemort and his Legilimency.

"I have to appear to be completing my task or my family will be the ones to suffer."

"What if I could offer you a solution, albeit a temporary one, but a solution nonetheless."

"Explain."

"Come inside, Lucius, the walls have ears."

He stood for over an hour under his cloak and watched Hermione's door, he had been there since she had dragged Lucius Malfoy into her room and James was silently fuming that she would betray him in this manner. He moved closer to her quarters when he heard the creak of her portrait opening and a dishevelled Lucius stalking out, looking quite pleased with himself and a barely dressed Hermione watching him leave with a small smile on her face.

"What are you playing at?" He whispered harshly and held the cloak over his head so if anyone happened by it would appear Hermione was standing at the door alone.

"James, what are you doing out of bed?"

"What are you doing with Lucius Malfoy coming out of your quarters at 1am and dressing like that in public." He looked down at her tiny shorts, her chest hugging tank top and her bare feet and yelped in surprise when she grabbed his shirt and yanked him into her room.

"How dare you insinuate that I would do anything remotely sexual with Lucius Malfoy!" She yelled. "How dare you insult me like that."

"Well what am I to believe that he came inside for tea?"

"What Lucius Malfoy was doing in my quarters is frankly none of your business and how I dress in my own room is my decision."

"None of my business?" He yelled back and moved towards her. "I believe it is my business, Fenwick." He said in a low and dangerous voice.

"I didn't do anything with Lucius, James." She said in a defeated tone. "He needed someone to talk to and I needed to get out of my party clothes."

"Is that right?" He asked and put his hands on her shoulders and pressed her lightly against the wall. "You're quite short without those sexy boots." He said softly and tilted her chin upwards.

"I think you took Felix Felicis before coming out tonight, James." She whispered and moaned when he pushed his lips onto hers and grabbed her knee to bring around his waist so she could feel the affect she had on him.

"I might have." He murmured back and slid her dress from her shoulders, revealing her soft pale skin to his lips.

"James," She moaned as he latched onto her chest and sucked furiously. "We have to stop."

"Don't want to." He said deeply against her chest and pushed her dress down further to bare her breasts. "Gods, you're beautiful." He whispered and licked her nipple slowly, chuckling when she bucked against him.

"James, stop!"

She pushed at his chest and dislodged him from her nipple, causing him to stumble slightly. Hermione looked up at him and smiled, he looked deliciously dishevelled, his hair was more wild than usual, his lips were swollen and his eyes dilated and burning with need. She could see his erection through his robes and wanted nothing more than to tear his pants off and sink down on him, but she knew deep down they would have to refrain. She had respect for the school and it's rules, even James being in her room was breaking several of them.

"Why did you make me stop?" He asked confused and held out his hand to her which she took and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"When we happen, James I want it to be perfect, not just some quick shag against the wall." His hand ran against her curls slowly and she felt him sigh against her cheek.

"I understand, Hermione. What is it about you that turns me into another person? I think I'm addicted to you."

She smiled and looked up into his hazel eyes, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek she ran it along his jaw and leaned up on her toes to kiss him softly.

"It's not one sided, James, you do know that, don't you?" She searched his face as he stared fixedly into her brown eyes, he mirrored her actions and ran his thumb along her face, smiling tenderly when her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into his hand.

"Of course. I see you fighting against our attraction, I see the way you always seem to find me in a crowd and when I touch your skin I feel alive, like I'm burning but in a good way."

"That's how I feel too. It is dangerous for us to touch, James, we both possess a magical gift called awareness, and when you have skin to skin contact it increases the bond we will share."

"Will share?"

Hermione bit her lip and looked down as a flush crept up her cheek. "Despite my bravado and confidence I've only ever had three sexual partners. I wasn't joined with them in awareness so all of this is new to me as well. But I have a book on the topic if you'd like to read up on it?"

He nodded, leaned down and dropped a kiss on her nose. "I would like that. Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I have a game tomorrow, would you like to come and watch me?"

"Do you have Gryffindor scarf I can wear?" She asked with a grin.

"I certainly do, Madam," He replied his face lighting up at the prospect of her watching his game. "I will have Remus give it to you tomorrow?"

"Tell him to come by an hour before the game, we have to go over our plans for Monday."

"I'll see you there, Hermione." James leaned down and kissed her once more before shaking his head with a grin. "Like a drug."

Chapter End Notes:

So James's behaviour finally explained:D Naughty boy taking a potion to boost his confidence :D but merlin he's a sexy boy:D Now I know some of you are reading for Lucius and I promise not to disappoint :D

now who wants a sneak peek? say pleaseeee:)

The crowd parted around Hermione to let Sirius and Remus slip through and they all took their front row seats, Remus pulled out a blanket and threw it over their knees as Hermione shivered. Sirius always the gentlemen slung his arm over her shoulders and grinned at anyone who saw him getting close to their gorgeous Professor.

"Been to a Quidditch match before, Professor?"

"What do you think I've lived under a rock, Mister Black?" She said with a smile and snuggled into his warmth

"Don't get too close, Hermione," Sirius whispered in her ear. "Our dear chaser might get the wrong idea."