Another round of drinks later, Hermione had and epiphany.
"Oh my god…I think I'm in- (hic), intoxi- (hic), inebriated!" she cried.
"Way to state the obvious, Herm-ee-own-ninny," Draco drawled.
Hermione was slogging through her fuzzy brain searching for a comeback when Ginny swept past her, heading towards the DJ booth. A minute later, she took her place in front of the audience, her face already crimson. As the intro came over the speakers, she gazed down at Harry and said "This one's for you." Draco looked slightly peeved.
"There's things that you guess, and things that you know. There's boys that you can trust, and girls that you don't. There's little things you hide, and little things that you show. Sometimes you think you're gonna get it, but you don't and that's just the way it goes."
Hermione gasped as the lyrics dawned upon her. She remembered hearing this song on Muggle radio when she was at home and couldn't believe Ginny had chosen it. Harry didn't appear to have recognized it, though. "Wait 'til the chorus," Hermione thought.
"I've waited so long, baby, now that we're friends. Every girl's got her patience, and here's where mine ends. I want your sex. I want your love. I want your sex. I want your…sex!"
Harry's eyes went wide. Draco looked murderous. Ron was purple (whether from embarrassment, or from the fact that his little sister was singing about sex, we may never know). Hermione was the tiniest bit hurt that Ginny was singing to Harry and not her. Dean and Seamus would have reacted, had they not had their tongues shoved down each other's throats.
"…I'd really love to try, oh I'd really love to know. When you tell me you're gonna regret it, then I tell you that I love but you still say no…"
But Harry looked ready to agree to anything Ginny asked at that moment. Draco's eyes were getting a cold, steely glint to them. Ron was still purple. Ginny went through the chorus again, working that short black skirt like a pro. Harry seemed to have recalled hearing the song before and went up to the stage, wanting to sing with Ginny.
"It's natural. It's chemical." She held the mike down for Harry.
"Let's do it?" he came in for his part.
"It's logical. Habitual." Ginny continued.
"Can we do it?" Harry added his part again.
"It's sensual. But most of all…"
"Sex is something that we should do…" Dean sang to Seamus.
"Sex is something for me and you…" Draco added, looking at Harry.
"Sex is natural," Harry offered.
"Sex is good…" Ginny sang
"Not everybody does it!" Hermione yelled out.
"Hypocrite," Draco said in an undertone.
"But everybody should," Ron countered, giving Hermione a look that made her blush.
"Sex is natural, sex is fun, sex is best when it's one on one," Ginny finished.
"I beg to differ!" Draco shouted.
But Ginny kept singing.
"What's your definition of dirty baby? What do you consider pornography? Don't you know I love it till it hurts me baby? Don't you think it's time you had sex with me?"
Harry was about to shout "YES!" when he caught the look of fury on Draco's face.
"Sex with me! Have sex with me! C-c-c-c-come on!" And with that, her song was over. Ron had returned to a normal color, mostly because he was trying to convince Hermione that the song applied to them, as well. Hermione was torn between wanting to accept Ron's theory and being upset that Ginny hadn't sang to her. Harry wasn't sure if he should be more concerned with Ginny's advances or Draco's outrage. His thoughts were interrupted though, when Draco swept past him on his way to the stage.
"Hold it, Red!" he called out to Ginny, marching her back up on stage. He pointed his wand at the DJ booth and another song began playing.
"Excuse me…do I know you? 'Cause you look kinda familiar." Draco began.
"Yeah, you do too. Um, I just wanted to know, do you know somebody named…you know his name." Ginny inquired.
"Oh yeah, definitely, I know his name."
"I just wanted to let you know he's mine," Ginny said.
"Uh, no. He's mine!" Draco returned with an insanely jealous expression.
Harry had sunk lower into his chair, embarrassed beyond words that they were fighting over him. Ron and Hermione were looking upon the scene as if it were a great act of comic relief. Neither of them was concerned about Ginny because, well, seeing her fend off Draco was just too hilarious.
"You need to give it up, had about enough. It's not hard to see the boy is mine!" Ginny sang.
"I'm sorry that you seem to be confused. He belongs to me, the boy is mine!" Draco retorted, his cheeks flushing in anger. "Must you do the things you do. Keep on acting like a fool. You need to know it's me not you well, if you didn't know it girl, it's true."
Ginny was getting pretty pissed off as well
Draco gave her a look as if to say "Oh no, you did NOT just go there!"
"You can say what, you wanna say. What we have you can't take. From the truth you can't escape. I can tell the real from the fake." He said, shoving a finger into her shoulder. Harry was staring to worry that a full-on brawl was about to break out.
"When will you get the picture? Your the past and not future. Get away it's my time to shine. If you didn't know the boy is mine." Ginny retorted, pushing Draco to the side. Ron probably would have been laughing his ass off if he hadn't passed out, dead drunk, a minute ago. However, the fun had worn off for Hermione. Now that Ginny was actually battling someone for Harry, the feeling that she's been slighted returned with a vengeance. Hermione looked over at Ron, who had his head down on the table, surrounded by martini glasses. Now was her chance. She wouldn't have to worry about hurting him, now that he'd slipped off to a dreamy place called Margaritaville.
"Sorry, but I'm about to break up this fight over you," she said to Harry. Far from being upset, he almost looked relieved. Meanwhile, Draco and Ginny were still arguing.
"Not yours!" Draco yelled.
"But mine!" Ginny shouted back.
"Not yours!"
"But mine!"
"Not…HEY!!!" Draco cried. Hermione had just shoved him off the stage. Taking her cue from Draco, she pointed her wand at the DJ and the music immediately changed. Draco sulked off to sit across from Harry as Hermione began singing.
"You say it's been too long since you had some. Just say I turn you on, like a fire that's burning inside. You think that I'm the one you see in your dreams. I know what you mean." Her voice had gotten low and sultry, and she was staring at Ginny with a hungry expression. "It's creepin' around in my head. Me holdin' you down in my bed. You don't have to say a word. I'm convinced, you want this." Harry and Draco were both gazing at her, open-mouthed, and entirely shocked. Dean and Seamus had both disappeared again, and Ron was still passed out (mumbling something about his new best friends Jim Beam and Jack Daniels). On stage, Ginny was beginning to see where this song was going, and so she started dancing around while Hermione sang. "Baby you know I can give it to you. I can't deny I'd do it right. Just let me know and I'll give it to you. Show me where, I'll taste you there…" Ginny pointed to her neck, and Hermione licked her there before continuing. "Whoooo!" Harry shouted. "Yeah! Smack my bishop!" "Jigga wha'?" Draco asked as he turned to face Harry. "We're not playing chess…" "No, no, no! I must be shlurring my words. I said 'smack my bitch up!'" "I thought I was your bitch!" Draco whined. Harry wasn't listening though, because the girls were starting to get their freak on on the stage. Harry plunged his hands into his pockets, searching for Sickles or Galleons to give to the girls. "Uh, Harry…what's the point in you giving them money?" Draco asked. "They're entertaining…I want to give them a little something in thanks." he answered. "No, that's not what I mean. Look at their outfits…" "Trust me, I've been doing that all night," Harry said with a smile. Draco rolled his eyes. "Harry, they have no pockets! Where the hell do you think they're gonna put the money?" Harry blinked. He hadn't thought of that before. He put the money back into his pocket and turned his attention to Hermione. "I'm the place to be and soon you'll see. I don't care who leads, as long as we move horizontally. Anyone can make you sweat, but I can keep you wet…" Hermione had wrapped an arm around Ginny, and now the two were dancing together. Harry was watching them so intently that he hadn't noticed when Draco moved to sit down right next to him. "Harry, I can make you forget about them," he whispered huskily. Harry turned and looked at him with an unreadable expression. "C'mon, Harry!" Draco was now pleading. "Please have sex with me!" Harry just smiled at him. "You know, begging really doesn't become you at all," he teased. Draco merely sighed huffily. Hermione went through the chorus a few more times and thus, the song ended. Harry was talking to Draco when the two girls came and sat down beside them. Harry seemed to be debating whether or not he should sing alone too. Ron came out of his drunken stupor long enough to hear their conversation. "Don't do it, it's kind of embarrassing," he warned. "You don't have to be a hero this time." He finished before passing out again. "That reminds me of something my father used to say," Draco said. "He used to say 'A real hero is not measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his size'…or something like that." He looked at Harry with a naughty grin. "Can I see if you're a real hero?" Ginny and Hermione burst into a fit of giggles. Harry went pink. "Later," he said in an undertone so that no one else could hear. By this time, it was nearly 2:00 a.m. Dean and Seamus finally returned to the group, looking thoroughly worn out. Ron had woken up with a coaster stuck to his forehead. Hermione peeled it off, saying "Poor ickle Ronniekins." The Roommates were about to go home, when Harry stopped them. "Don't you remember that old saying 'Don't drink and Disapparate'?" he asked. Draco glared at him. "Dude, that is so corny," he laughed. "So is you saying 'dude'," Harry shot back. Eventually, everyone made it back to the House safely. They all trooped off to their rooms, knowing they'd be in for one massive headache the next day. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Now, for the disclaimer before I get blacklisted for some stupid reason. This story includes, obviously, the characters of J.K. Rowling (she is truly a goddess), and references to Disney's Hercules, MTV's The Real World, and various other pop culture things. Lyrics came from lyricserver.com and include Right Said Fred, N*Sync, Ludicris, Britney Spears, George Michael, Brandy and Monica, and Jordan Knight. I am not doing this story for any type of commercial gain, blah blah blah. Thanks for reading, and please review. Keep in mind, all flames will be doused with a Super Soaker. Thanks!
By the way, I apologize for any type-set errors, I don't know why it's being retarded…
Also, I've had requests for more of the story…if you think it should continue, lemme know. I don't wanna add if no one's gonna read! Thanks again!