A/N: First flashback sequence this chapter. And lots of Ginny. Exciting stuff!

Chapter Fourteen

All throughout lunch, people are fidgeting in their seats. Many of the younger students are aware of the party tonight and send their jealous scowls to every of age person that shows any form of excitement. That's to be expected, though. Of course the younger students would want to be invited, but as Head girl, I have certain morals to keep. Presently, not exposing underage students to the debauched gathering that will take place in a few hours. 'Big kids only.' I smirk.

Most everyone that's been invited has seen death, real battle and even done some killing of their own. It's my prerogative that if one's seen shit like that and not gone mad then a night of drug fueled partying is hardly going to damage one's psyche. And that's how I'll argue my case should McGonagall somehow find out about the party and the Head girl's involvement in it.

Draco keeps refusing my offers to come sit at the Gryffindor table during meals. Says he still has his 'reputation as a Slytherin uphold' and that I'm 'looking for trouble'.

'What does he know? Git. If I want to sit with my boyfriend, that's my business.'

Granted, he did invite me to come sit with him at the Slytherin table but Pansy's death glares have effectively kept me away.

I turn back to the conversation I was having with Ginny. We haven't really had the chance to talk girl on girl about my scandalous relationship yet and I can tell she's been itching to pounce me since the meeting this morning.

"I want details, Hermione. How exactly did this thing with Malfoy start and why didn't you tell me before it got out? I'm not Harry. I can handle all the sordid, dirty bits. So tell it, girl." She demands.

"I didn't want to tell anyone, Gin. Harry and Ron only knew because Harry caught me in the act and pretty much forced me to tell Ron. Draco and I wanted to tell people on our own terms, later on. But it's too late for that now, isn't it?" I bite back.

She shakes her head at me. "That's not good enough. You should have told me. I'm your best gal friend. Now tell me how it started."

I blush at the memory. "You can NEVER mention this to Harry or Ron, okay?!" She nods. "...H- He caught me in m- my room. Doing something... something private..." I choke out, embarrassed.

Her eyes widen with understanding. "No! No way! You don't mean that?! You do?! Oh my gods!" I nod my head, red faced.

"And then what?" She asks, hungry for all the juicy details.

"And then he kind of blackmailed me into doing it again... In front of him." I confess quietly, ashamed.

She lets out a girly shriek and claps a hand over her mouth. "No! You didn't! For him?! Hermione Jean Granger!"

I wince and nod again. "Anyways... Soon after, he confessed he had feelings for me for a while and when I finally accepted my attraction to him, I kind of just gave in and let things fall into place. He was very patient with me, surprisingly." I admit.

She sighs. "Wow... That's... I don't even know..." She stares off into space as she basks in my confessions.

She snaps out of it and grins wildly. "He took your virginity." I shake my head embarrassed.

"Well? How was it...?" She asks still grinning.

"Ginny! ...Well... It was- Oh gods, Ginny! It was soooo good... I had know idea it could be that good! And it just keeps getting better. Why didn't you tell me?!"

She laughs, highly amused. "Oh, I don't know. I guess I never thought you were interested in those sorts of things. So... Is it true what they say about Malfoy and his... skill? Because I heard this story from Parvati's sister..." She trails off suggestively.

I smirk secretively. "Wouldn't you like to know. But Ginny... the rumors are definitely true."

She squeals and does those prim little claps girls tend to do when they're overly excited. "You are too naughty, Hermione! Wow..."

"Indeed." I say with an arched eyebrow as I take a sip of pumpkin juice.

"And another thing... Does the carpet match the drapes?" She grins.

I choke on my pumpkin juice and giggle. "It does, surprisingly." I nod while laughing.

"Oh, one last thing... What was with malfoy insinuating this morning that you're some sort of super horny freak?" She frowns.

I scowl at the question. "That's just Draco's little joke he likes to keep repeating. He likes to tease me because I like sex but really he's exaggerating about just how much I like it. We're just always up for a shag when the other is, that's all. Totally normal." I explain confidently.

Ginny's expression is that of amused bewilderment. She shakes her head. "No, Hermione. Not totally normal. At least not in my experience. Malfoy was actually telling the truth. You're both horny freaks. Not just him... I had no idea..." She looks at me amazed, causing me to feel very self conscious.

"It's not normal? Well... Oh... Don't tell anyone, okay?! I thought it was supposed to be like that when you love somebody!" I defend myself, unsure.

"Oh it definitely should be like that, Hermione. Don't get me wrong. That's just not always how it is. Your so lucky..." She confesses.

I shake my head and laugh. "Don't I know it." I agree. She laughs with me and we go back to finishing our lunch.

—

Back in the common room, Harry, Blaise, Draco and I have a pre-party meet up. Blaise is here to deliver the 'product' Harry ordered this morning. Blaise slings his school bag off his back and begins to unload. Everything is packed in fancy tins of varying sizes and volumes. 'Purebloods do it better. You get what you pay for...' I hear Draco's cocky voice in the back of my mind.

Blaise proceeds to explain which tins hold what items while Harry listens.

"This is the pot." He slides over the biggest tin, flat and rectangular in shape and a pack of rolling papers on top of it.

"Blow." He slides a powder blue, ink pot sized tin and I notice Draco shoot a wary look at this item. Harry grunts as he pockets it.

"Ecstasy. Fifteen tabs of." Blaise hands him a bright metallic purple tin and Harry grins.

He hands over one last tin, a pearly, grey marbled affair, about the size of my palm. Blaise doesn't explain what it is and I watch Draco turn to him and glare.

"You sold him my mix?" Draco angrily asks.

Blaise rolls his eyes. "How are we going to market the shit if no one knows what it does, Draco? He's willing to be our trial run. We know it's good but we need other people to try it out so we can start distribution."

"That's the Malfoy mix, Zabini. My creation! You went over my head selling it to the sodding Gryffindors!" Draco scolds him. Harry opens the luminescent tin and inside is a bed of translucent, greyish shards of crystals.

'His creation? Impressive... He's always been quite good at potions...' I smile to myself.

Harry sniffs it and grimaces. "Smells like Malfoy Manor. Wicked. And disturbing..." Blaise smirks and Draco narrows his eyes.

"Does it have a name yet?" He asks Draco while examining the shards.

Draco doesn't answer and Harry nods his head, understanding the silence as a definite 'no'.

"You could call it 'Manor Rock'." Harry suggests lightly. 'Good name...'

Draco sneers. "Who gave you the right to name my shit, Potter? I think I can name it just fine myself, thanks ever so much."

Harry smirks. "Fine. But you do know that whatever I end up calling it, everyone else will too. I'm the Chosen One, after all. And I quite like the name 'Manor Rock'." He clucks.

Draco turns back to Blaise. "You see what you did? You've just allowed The-Boy-Who-Lived-In-Cupboard to decide the name of something I've been working on for months. Well done, prick."

Blaise chuckles. "Oh sod off, Draco. I don't see the problem. It's a perfect name for it, honestly." Draco just sneers at both of them.

"What does it do?" I ask Draco curiously.

He smiles and squints. "Uh... Well... It's kind of... Ah... How do I put it..."

"Basically it makes you feel like a Malfoy." Blaise interjects with a smirk.

I chuckle. "That good, huh?" Draco smiles guiltily and shrugs. Harry does not look pleased at the supposed effect of the grey crystals.

"Anyways..." Blaise moves on. He pulls three golden bottles out of his school bag and sets them on the table. "Three bottles of Lazy Lovegood Brew, courtesy of Xenophillius Lovegood himself."

Harry grabs one of the enchanted liquor bottles and reads the note attached to it.

"Sorry about that mix up during the war. Don't take anymore than two shots but give Luna four- oh and my love. And don't tell Minnie about this. Last time was a disaster. Enjoy the belated apology, Harry.

Rambling Regards,

Xenophillius Lovegood"

Harry shakes his head at the odd note and begins to pack up all the goodies. I sigh and lean against Draco. He rubs a thumb over my brow and I rest my hand on his thigh.

"Anything you have left over after the party, you can sell back to me for half the profit." Blaise adds.

"Thanks." Harry nods as he continues to pack his things away.

Blaise turns to Draco. "Your connection owled me that the next shipments will be ready Thursday. We'll need to go pick them up around midnight and get it all into the school."

"Right. You'll handle shipment #3 for me?" Draco asks lowly.

Blaise smirks. "Of course. Don't I always?"

"What's shipment #3?" I ask confused.

"That would be the coke." Blaise answers amused. Harry's attention is on us again.

"Why does he handle that for you, Draco?" I ask. Blaise and Draco share a look.

Blaise grins knowingly. "Draco doesn't do coke... Anymore. And he's not allowed to handle it either. Doesn't trust himself around it."

I'm still confused and Harry appears to be also but stays silent. "Why?" I ask.

"Would you like to tell her or should I?" He asks Draco who scowls and looks away from us. "Thought so." Blaise smiles.

—

Blaise's POV

Four months earlier...

"Are you almost ready? You take longer than a girl sometimes, Draco." I holler at him through the door.

"Sod off, Zabini. I can't go out looking like some fucking vagrant, can I? I'm a Malfoy." His irritated, muffled voice comes out.

"You're going to make us late for this thing. And I still have to go see a guy about some blow."

"Blow?" Draco asks as he bursts through the bathroom door. "You didn't tell me about that! Let's go!"

I shake my head. "I didn't tell you about it because I knew you would act like this. You have to promise me if I let you snort any, you won't cock up the whole evening for me like you did last time."

He rolls his eyes. "That was last time, Zabini. I just wasn't used to that kind of high, then. It'll be fine. I promise." He says with his hands in front of him.

I stare at him hard for a minute as I decide. "Fine. Don't make me regret this, Draco." My idiotic blonde friend smiles like a maniac as he puts his shoes on, then runs out of my room without me.

Half an hour later that night...

I hold the little bag of white powder in my hand as Draco and I swagger up to the Parkinson's Manor for Pansy's annual back to school bash. It's the biggest blowout of the year and anyone who's anyone and everybody who's nobody has showed up for the bloody thing. So basically, every pureblood we know, a few we don't, and any half blood that was unlucky enough to be sorted into Slytherin.

Draco keeps eyeballing the bag in my hand and I pointedly ignore him. We walk inside the manor and are bombarded with the heavy electronic bass of some catchy wizard band. The party is in full swing and it hasn't even turned 10 yet.

I spot Pansy grinding against a pillar as a group of horny guys stand around her and watch. She bends over and shakes her arse in the air as her too short skirt rides up to reveal a red thong. The nameless guys howl in approval and she bends even lower.

Draco grimaces beside me. "Classy." He mouths while looking at pansy.

I snort. Draco looks back to my hand with a lustful gaze. "Let's go find a bathroom and snort that shit like there's no tomorrow, shall we?" He asks over the music. I grin and lead him upstairs.

In the bathroom we do lines off an expensive handheld mirror enthusiastically. Draco snorts the rest of his pale powder and rubs his nose with his thumb. His eyes are alive and I can see his energy pulsing as the blow does its job. I finish another line and pocket the rest of the powder. I rub my face with my hands and let the high take me to a different state of mind.

I see Draco fidget from the corner of my eye. "Is it kind of hot in here to you?" He asks while scratching his neck.

I laugh at him. "Of course, you idiot. We just did multiple lines of coke." He grins in response and throws off his black blazer onto the sink. I follow his example and remove my own blazer.

"Lets get out there and cause some trouble." He suggests, grinning madly with sweat now beading near his hairline.

Two hours into the Parkinson's Back to School Bash...

"How many pairs have you got?" I ask Draco, panting. My own pockets are filled full of the lacy and synthetic fabrics that make up the majority of girls knickers.

"Four pairs. You?" He pants back while holding out the flimsy garments.

"Five." I say victoriously and pull the undies out of my pockets to prove it.

"Damn. You win." He frowns.

I chuckle. "Go get the knickers off Astoria Greengrass and we'll call it even. Should be quite easy. You know she fancies you, right?" I tell him.

"Ugh! Gross, Zabini. No way. She's like fourteen or something. This competition wasn't suppose to involve kids."

I snicker at him. "Fine. Have it your way, loser." I chant and wave the knickers in his face.

"Gods, it is waaaaay too hot in here. Are your clothes itchy? My clothes are itchy. And scratchy. And sticky. Eh, who needs em anyways." Draco says with a crazed glint in his eye and starts undressing in the middle of the dancing crowd.

"Whoa there, mate! What are you doing? You can't just go starkers in the middle of a party!" I say in a panicked voice.

"What? Yes you can. I just saw four pairs of bare knockers bounce this way not ten minutes ago." He combats while stripping off his shirt.

"Dammit, Draco! I warned you not to go crazy like last time! And here you are doing it again! That's it! After this, you are banned from cocaine, mister!" I yell at him, trying not to laugh at this ridiculous situation.

He strips off his trousers and yells. "Fuck you, Zabini! I'm gettin' naked up in this bitch!"

People stop dancing and look in our direction to the fastly exposing skin of one Draco Malfoy. Multiple girls squeal and cheer him on while an equal amount of dudes shout disagreeable protests.

"Eye! Put yer willy back, Malfoy!" Marcus Flint hollers at Draco, who is clad only in his silky grey undergarment.

"Yeah! Keep that serpent where it belongs, Draco! Outta sight!" Theodore slurs at him drunkenly.

I shake my head in feigned annoyance as Draco runs to the front of the vast room, still in his boxers, and jumps on top of cherry wood coffee table.

"Attention, underlings!" He hollers to the room. Faces turn and cheer him on, knowing where this is going. I roll my eyes. 'Never again. I swear it. Never. Again.'

"Behold, my minions, the object that will sire the next generation of Malfoys! Bow down before my greatness, oh meek ones!"

With that he drops his boxers and throws his hands in the air. Girls scream with happy excitement at the vision of Draco's well formed nob and even a few dudes cheer with them. Though, many 'boo' angrily with obvious jealousy at his generous endowment. I see Pansy lick her lips as she stares and i gag. Draco proceeds to sing his butchered rendition of what I can only assume is the Malfoy Song.

I decide enough is enough and grab his clothes off the ground and jog up to the front of the room. I drag him down from the coffee table while he's still singing. People seem to realize the fun is over and go back to their prior engagements. Draco quits singing and I grab his boxers off the table and throw them at his face.

"Put your clothes on, Draco. We're leaving." I tell him.

"But I was having a good time!" He protests and puts his boxers back on.

"Nope. We're going home. You've embarrassed yourself quite enough tonight." He scowls and dresses himself.

Zabini Manor, the next day...

"If I have to force an Unbreakable on you, I will! Don't test me!" I sneer at Draco who is charmed and immobile to a chair in my drawing room.

"I said I was sorry! Do you know how many people I've apologized to in my life? Like two people! That's it! You should be honored!" Draco yells back.

"We're not leaving here until you promise you will never touch coke again. That's just the way it has to be! You can't handle that drug and you know it. Every time you've snorted it, you've tried to undress yourself! This time you actually succeeded!"

"That only happened like four times, Zabini! Its not a big deal! I'm not promising anything! Now let me go!" He demands angrily.

I shake my head. "No, Draco. The Unbreakable or your word as a wizard? What's it going to be?"

He makes one final attempt to break free and sighs in defeat. He looks down at his lap and mumbles something I can't hear.

"What was that?" I mockingly ask.

He grunts and looks up. "My word. I said my word, fuckface. No need for the bloody Unbreakable." he grumbles.

"Thought so." I smile smugly.

End of Blaise's POV

—

I'm in tears by the end of Blaise's story and Harry doesn't look much better. Draco does not look happy at our intense amusement.

"You- You! Wha-?! Oh gods, Draco! I'm I'm s-sorry! I c- I can't stop!" I choke out between wheezing laughter, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy! I had no idea you had such a drug problem! Guess Parkinson finally got to see what she's been pining after all these years!" Harry taunts, also laughing his arse off. Draco sneers menacingly at him.

"I'd give anything to have been there to watch!" I say honestly. I Draco goes white as a sheet and Blaise snickers.

"I guess it's a good thing I added that one to my pensive, then. Had to have something to hold over the bastard. You're lucky everyone else was just as fucked up as you that night, Draco. No one seems to recall your little nude exhibition." Blaise remarks.

Me and Harry stare at him like he's just given us the best present ever. "Show me. You have to." I demand without question.

"One day, Granger. One day." Blaise promises. Draco looks simultaneously eternally grateful and very worried that I won't see it yet but he now knows I will eventually...

Harry and Blaise leave once they're done making fun of Draco and I'm left alone with him to get ready for the party.

We stand in the bathroom together, fixing our hair. I've charmed my curls to be less frizzy and more controlled. I twist and gather the curly locks at the back of my head and pin them up with decorative, golden bobbies. Draco's hair requires little maintenance but that doesn't stop him from fiddling with it for thirty minutes.

Draco walks out once he's satisfied with his appearance and leaves me to do my makeup while he dresses. I use a minimal amount of concealer under my eyes and on a couple hormonal spots and dust some powder and peachy blush across my skin. I fill in my lips with a dark coral lip stain and move on to my eyes. I smudge a line of dark brown right above my lashes and use neutral browns and beiges for my eye-shadow. My lashes are naturally thick and dark so I don't bother with mascara.

I step back and examine my work. 'Just a little goes such a long way...' I think, satisfied with my efforts.

I leave the bathroom and dig through my closet for that fancy dress I bought with Ginny over the summer. I find it folded up on a high shelf and pull it down to step into it. The zipper goes up my side and forms to my curves tightly. Its mid thigh length and boat necked, sleeveless, in a peculiar shade of pale leaf-green. The material is smooth yet sturdy and stays in place quite well. It's a little mature for a teenage party but I'm positive I won't have many opportunities to wear this dress, so I go for it. I could have played it safe with one of those short, cinched waist, flowing skirt affairs, but I'm Hermione Granger and I'm a bad bitch. Not some common sort like so many girls I know.

I strap on my shiny, nude pumps and forgo any jewelry as it will just get in the way while I'm dancing later.

I walk downstairs to the common room where Draco is waiting for me. He's dressed impeccably in some clearly expensive, designer, pseudo muggle attire. Black trousers and black blazer on a grey button up, unbuttoned at the collar. No tie. Colors and style so perfectly suited to him. He stands and takes in my appearance, appreciatively gazing down at me.

"You look incredible, darling. Suitably delicious." He compliments me, hungry eyed.

"You too, lover." I quip and walk up to give him a peck on the lips. I move away and his eyes burn with patient desire.

"Let's do this thing, shall we?" He says humorously and leads me out of the common room to sneak our way to the Room of Requirement.