Disclaimer: Still not mine...
Author's Notes: Yay! it's turkey break which means I'll either get to it and like put out a chappy every day or I'll get lazy and not put out any chappies at all, heehee....big hugs to everyone who reviewed, i luv u all! really! heehee.....i was just watching roman holiday, i luv that movie! audrey's so adorable and the dude (i forget his name) is hot! heehee....anyhoo....watch the movie if you haven't seen it! ooh, wild parties people! think prom night...what's more special? the uptight school prom or the wild parties afterwards? exactly...
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Hermione giggled, light-headed, as Draco had pulled her down onto one of the desks. Things were just getting good when the lunch break bell rang across the corridors of Hogwarts.
"Oh shit," Hermione whispered. Draco leaned down and kissed her again.
"It won't hurt to be a little late."
"But we'll get in trouble."
"And...?" Hermione grinned.
"And that sounds like fun."
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"Hey Harry, have you found anyone to go to the Yule Ball with yet?" asked Ron, catching up with Harry. Harry looked away, trying somewhat to hide his blush and shifted from one foot to another.
"I'm not too sure yet," he said, finally. "But I'm sure you'll find a good date." Ron frowned.
"That's the thing, Harry. This time I want someone fun to go with. I know you've been going with Parvati for the past couple of years and you made me go with Lavender just because they're friends but honestly, that girl is so dim. Not even that good looking."
"Ron!" said Harry. Ron grinned and ran his fingers through his bright hair.
"Then have you anyone in mind?" asked Harry. He was wishing, actually more like praying, that Ron wouldn't say who he was thinking of right now.
"I...don't know yet." Harry blew out a silent breath of relief.
"Maybe you should ask...Pansy. I heard Draco's going solo and she doesn't have a date," said Harry, teasingly. Ron looked at Harry as if he had grown a second head, then started to laugh.
"I don't know what it is but lately your sense of humor has grown, Harry." Harry took a deep breath and gathered some courage.
"Well, find a date quick because Hermione and I need to know what we're planning on doing." Ron stopped completely in his tracks.
"You and Hermione?" he asked, incredulously. Harry winced slightly.
"She didn't want any pressure of going with anyone that she didn't know that well," said Harry, pathetically. "She said she wanted to go with a casual friend, that's all." Ron shrugged slightly.
"Oh."
"So you have no idea who to go to the ball with?" asked Harry, trying to be bright once more. Ron slunk away and waved over his shoulder.
"I'm not sure if I'm going yet, Harry," he said. "I'm not really in the mood for dancing, you know?" Harry watched Ron walk away, shoulders slumped and head down.
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"Do we even have to bother going to class?" asked Hermione. She sat up straighter and pulled down her skirt. Draco shrugged.
"Completely up to you, I guess. I couldn't care." Hermione shrugged too, leaned up at gave Draco a soft kiss.
"So, who are you going with? You probably know I'm going with Harry." Draco grinned.
"I'm going by myself."
"Surprising. The famous bad-boy without a date? Wouldn't that bring down your image?" Draco smirked.
"I thought you'd know by now, nothing can bring down my image." A month ago, Hermione would have slapped Draco for saying that. Now, she tilted her head up to receive another kiss.
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It was the day of the ball. Hermione had gotten up and she knew it was not going to be an easy day. First of all, she could hear Lavender and Parvati squealing the room across her's. She groggily got out of bed and slipped her feet into her slippers, yawning.
"Can you please keep it down?" she snapped, poking her head out through the door. Parvati and Lavender rushed over, looking sympathetic.
"Hermione?" Parvati simpered. "We have to tell you something, and it's coming from us completely as friends." Hermione's eyebrows raised up, unimpressed but nonetheless stayed.
"You know Ron was going to ask you, right?" asked Lavender, leaning close. She smelled just like her name, and her hair was wet from washing. Hermione shrugged.
"You must have heard something," she pressed. Parvati blew a sigh of relief.
"Well, that's good then. You didn't get your hopes up. This morning Ron went and asked Pansy to the Yule Ball! Can you believe it? And she said yes!" Hermione blinked at Lavender and Parvati, wondering if this was some sort of joke. Obviously, it wasn't. Harry's voice called up from the bottom of the stairs,
"HERMIONE! WE HAVE TO TALK!" Hermione frowned and Parvati and Lavender put their sympathetic faces on again.
"Does that mean you're going by yourself, Hermione? Because I'm sure perhaps Neville will take you." Hermione smirked, unknowingly mirroring Draco's irresistable expression.
"I think Harry will do just fine." Parvati's jaw dropped so fast that Hermione was sure she could hear it clonk on the floor. Hermione hurried down the stairs and Lavender and Parvati talked in hushed voices.
"You think she meant my Harry? The one I've been going with since...since fourth year for crissakes! I can't believe her! Hermione Granger is a wench!" Hermione grinned. It takes one to be one, my dear, she thought.
"Harry, you're in trouble with Parvati," said Hermione. Harry shook his head.
"No, we're both in trouble, Hermione. We have to have dinner with Pansy!" Hermione blinked.
"So Parvati and Lavender were right, for once," she said. Harry shook his head.
"I can't believe it. And I was kidding too when I told him to take Pansy. And what on earth was she thinking saying yes?!" Hermione cocked her brow.
"I don't know, Harry, maybe Ron has some secret charm that Slytherin girls can't resist." Harry cracked up.
"So what is this about me being in trouble with Parvati?" Hermione grinned and leaned forward, her face close to Harry's.
"She thinks I stole you from her and has now deemed me a wench." Harry's mouth opened in amazement.
"And that doesn't bother you?" he asked.
"It makes me sound bad, doesn't it?" said Hermione, still grinning. Harry shook his head, his shaggy hair swinging across his forehead.
"You have no idea."
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Hermione was in her room, candles lighted to keep her calm. She pulled on her dress robe. Actually, minus out the robe part. It was dress really. All shimmery, beautiful. Hermione almost didn't want to wear it because she was afraid she'd get something on it. Her hair was purposefully messy, her high heeled sandals glittered in the candlelight. Hermione looked at herself in the gilded full length mirror. She was no longer a bookworm; she had transformed into a dangerous sex goddess. Hermione grinned to herself. This was going to be a fun night.
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"You look nice, Hermione," said Harry. He looked worried. Probably the thought of having dinner with Pansy was taking its toll on him. Hermione pushed him slightly.
"I know I do, you don't have to remind me." Harry rolled his eyes and pushed her back.
"You know I'll leave you if you keep saying stuff like that."
"You know you can't." That sparked a smile from Harry.
"Ron's meeting us at the dining hall. He's reserved a table for us...and Pansy." Harry's normally pale skin absolutely blanched at the thought.
"Calm down," said Hermione. "How bad could she be?" Famous last words.
"Hermione," said Pansy, looking her up and down. Pansy was dressed in a sort of black leather, skin tight, dress. Well, it would be a dress if it wasn't so short. It made her look absolutely...well....gross. But obviously Pansy thought she was really something. Give a girl leather and they all think that they're sex kittens.
"It's okay," she said, condescendingly. "We both know that well....guys don't like your sort of looks but you're smart, right?" Harry glanced quickly at Hermione, who was stirring her straw quite vigorously around and around in her glass of water. Ron looked noticeably uncomfortable but relaxed when he and Harry started talking, leaving Hermione and Pansy to make conversation. Let the claws spring out and the war begin.
"So where did you get that dress? I mean, we all know you don't exactly have a figure but that really does make the most of your body." Hermione clenched her teeth slightly.
"I know I'm hot but could you please stop checking me out? It's making me nervous," she said, leaving Pansy looking disgusted and angry. Pansy finally lapsed into a silence, picking at her food, complaining about how it was going to make her fat.
"You're right, Pansy you really should be worrying," said Hermione. "I mean, we all know you have that sort of figure that kind of just gains and doesn't lose, right?" she added, sarcastically. "Especially in those problem areas like your arms and stomach." Pansy jumped, surprised and tried to discreetly check to see if there were any fat on her stomach or arms.
"I think we can start dancing now," said Hermione. She was sick and tired of Pansy's goading, Ron's quick glances in her direction, and Harry's nervous coughs. She grabbed Harry's hand and practically dragged him onto the ballroom floor. The chandeliers were absolutely glittering, the music was soft and slow, flowers adorned every corner of the chamber.
"Sorry," said Harry.
"You wanna show you're sorry? Get Pansy some real clothes," scoffed Hermione.
"Hey, you were the one who said that she couldn't be that bad," protested Harry.
"That's before I actually talked to her." They were quiet for awhile, Hermione's head on Harry's shoulder, his arms around her waist, circling slowly. Hermione started to close her eyes when movement from the corner of her vision made her open them up quickly. She tried to steer their dancing so that she could look over Harry's shoulder who it was.
The great doors opened and Draco walked in, looking like a sex god....oh wait, sorry, he is a sex god. He was dressed to match Hermione although no one would notice if they kept apart. His hair was tousled and glinting pale gold in the candlelight. His eyes were twinkling and his strut was no longer annoying, rather, it was something to be worshipped. He was something to be worshipped. Hermione locked eyes with Draco and Draco gave her a wink. Hermione felt her knees going slightly weak...
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Th minute Draco walked in, he scanned the room, looking for Hermione. There she was, dancing with Harry. God, she was beautiful. She was like a 50's glamour girl, all sparkling with diamonds, silky smooth satin, curled hair. She was like a goddess, shimmering in soft light. He would do anything to be Harry right now but he couldn't. He looked over the rest of the room and almost burst out loud laughing when he saw Pansy chatting away with a ver bored looking Ron. Draco was about to move to someplace where he and Hermione could have a discreet conversation but immediately, several girls walked up to ask him for a dance. Draco smiled charmingly at each and every one of them but never did he really meet their eyes. His eyes were always wandering to a cetain other person.
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Finally, Hermione broke away.
"Hey Harry, I think I'm going to step outside for awhile, I'm tired and if I dance with you one more time, Parvati's going to kill me." Harry smiled and hugged Hermione and kissed her on the cheek.
"See you later." The minute Hermione left, Parvati came slithering up like a snake. Hermione felt bad for leaving Harry with her but hey, a girl has to have her fun, right? She managed to catch Draco's eyes before leaving and waited outside in the hall. Draco disentangled himself from the crowd and saluted them.
"See you guys at the house parties." He found Hermione waiting, looking impatient.
"So, what's new?" asked Draco, his arms encircling around Hermione's waist.
"Well," said Hermione, looking thoughtful. "I'm now a wench in some girl's books, I had to listen to Pansy chatter all through dinner, and Ron won't stop oogling at me." Draco laughed.
"But I think someone can make it better..." Hermione looked at Draco expectantly and Draco looked teasingly innocent.
"Dumbledore is a good person to talk to when you're angry or confused," said Draco, with a straight face. Hermione rolled her eyes, smirked, and pulled Draco's head down to meet her lips.
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The Gryffindor common room was packed. Somehow it had managed to become the place to be after or during the Yule Ball this year. Last year it had been Ravenclaw, the year before that Slytherin. Now it was Gryffindor's turn. Someone had managed to get past the the teachers some champagne and beer and it was being passed around. Draco brought out two glasses and poured Hermione some Scotch. They toasted and drank. Either everyone was too drunk too notice or they were too busy to notice Hermione and Draco in their own little corner. Chairs were being thrown, Colin Creevy was tossed up in the air and hands caught him as he was carried along. Some guys were wrestling in the center of the common room. In short, it was complete chaos...but totally fun. Some kids in the far side of the room had started a drinking game, other kids were gambling. Maybe it was the alcohal, or maybe the absense of teachers, or maybe the fact that they were each wearing clothes that cost a fortune but the atmosphere was just right and it was bringing out the wildest in each Hogwarts student.
Hermione tugged on Draco's hand, pulling him up the staircase, into her room. They stumbled into her room and Hermione giggled. The Scotch she had pounded had gone straight to her head. Candles were automatically lit, and the red wax dripped over the edge of the candle. The fine Scotch spilled all over the white carpets and rich red rugs as Draco and Hermione tumbled over each other onto the bed. They kissed and once they started, they found it quite hard to stop. And this time when Draco reached for Hermione's zipper to her dress, she didn't stop him.
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"Where's Hermione?" asked Ron, over the rucus. Harry motioned that he didn't know. McGonagall was going to be quite pissed when she sees the state the common room was in. It was a complete mess, things were being broken, spilled, and wrecked. Ron gave Harry a look that quite plainly said, why us? It would be McGonagall that would have to be drunk to take this all in without exploding. But Harry couldn't help feeling the music, feeling the beat, and most definately feeling alive. Someone handed him a glass of something amber. He drank it down.
"That's the way, my man," some random guy said, patting Harry on the back. But don't worry, everyone, Harry's a smart boy. He's had his fun but sometimes he just had to draw the line before he got hurt. The minute Harry felt that things were starting to go out of his control, he and Ron made their bedrooms, trying to get away from the noise for a short while. But when they were there, Harry and Ron both got quite a shocker.......
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Hermione lay half asleep, half awake with Draco asleep next to her. Her head felt heavy and they were laying among tangled sheets and pillows. It was late and finally someone had managed to throw everyone out of the room and it was finally quiet. The moonlight came in through her curtains onto Draco, alluminating his skin and hair. He looked so sweet and innocent sleeping, Hermione couldn't help kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth. Draco's eyelids fluttered opened and looked down at Hermione. He kissed her again and pulled her into his arms. Hermione fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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*So what exactly shocked Ron and Harry in their room? Well...if you had been reading carefully enough, you might find out! Heehee, you won't know until the next chappy! muahahaha! heehee.....I just luv the yule ball and all those rebellious hogwarts students.....
Author's Notes: Yay! it's turkey break which means I'll either get to it and like put out a chappy every day or I'll get lazy and not put out any chappies at all, heehee....big hugs to everyone who reviewed, i luv u all! really! heehee.....i was just watching roman holiday, i luv that movie! audrey's so adorable and the dude (i forget his name) is hot! heehee....anyhoo....watch the movie if you haven't seen it! ooh, wild parties people! think prom night...what's more special? the uptight school prom or the wild parties afterwards? exactly...
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Hermione giggled, light-headed, as Draco had pulled her down onto one of the desks. Things were just getting good when the lunch break bell rang across the corridors of Hogwarts.
"Oh shit," Hermione whispered. Draco leaned down and kissed her again.
"It won't hurt to be a little late."
"But we'll get in trouble."
"And...?" Hermione grinned.
"And that sounds like fun."
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"Hey Harry, have you found anyone to go to the Yule Ball with yet?" asked Ron, catching up with Harry. Harry looked away, trying somewhat to hide his blush and shifted from one foot to another.
"I'm not too sure yet," he said, finally. "But I'm sure you'll find a good date." Ron frowned.
"That's the thing, Harry. This time I want someone fun to go with. I know you've been going with Parvati for the past couple of years and you made me go with Lavender just because they're friends but honestly, that girl is so dim. Not even that good looking."
"Ron!" said Harry. Ron grinned and ran his fingers through his bright hair.
"Then have you anyone in mind?" asked Harry. He was wishing, actually more like praying, that Ron wouldn't say who he was thinking of right now.
"I...don't know yet." Harry blew out a silent breath of relief.
"Maybe you should ask...Pansy. I heard Draco's going solo and she doesn't have a date," said Harry, teasingly. Ron looked at Harry as if he had grown a second head, then started to laugh.
"I don't know what it is but lately your sense of humor has grown, Harry." Harry took a deep breath and gathered some courage.
"Well, find a date quick because Hermione and I need to know what we're planning on doing." Ron stopped completely in his tracks.
"You and Hermione?" he asked, incredulously. Harry winced slightly.
"She didn't want any pressure of going with anyone that she didn't know that well," said Harry, pathetically. "She said she wanted to go with a casual friend, that's all." Ron shrugged slightly.
"Oh."
"So you have no idea who to go to the ball with?" asked Harry, trying to be bright once more. Ron slunk away and waved over his shoulder.
"I'm not sure if I'm going yet, Harry," he said. "I'm not really in the mood for dancing, you know?" Harry watched Ron walk away, shoulders slumped and head down.
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"Do we even have to bother going to class?" asked Hermione. She sat up straighter and pulled down her skirt. Draco shrugged.
"Completely up to you, I guess. I couldn't care." Hermione shrugged too, leaned up at gave Draco a soft kiss.
"So, who are you going with? You probably know I'm going with Harry." Draco grinned.
"I'm going by myself."
"Surprising. The famous bad-boy without a date? Wouldn't that bring down your image?" Draco smirked.
"I thought you'd know by now, nothing can bring down my image." A month ago, Hermione would have slapped Draco for saying that. Now, she tilted her head up to receive another kiss.
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It was the day of the ball. Hermione had gotten up and she knew it was not going to be an easy day. First of all, she could hear Lavender and Parvati squealing the room across her's. She groggily got out of bed and slipped her feet into her slippers, yawning.
"Can you please keep it down?" she snapped, poking her head out through the door. Parvati and Lavender rushed over, looking sympathetic.
"Hermione?" Parvati simpered. "We have to tell you something, and it's coming from us completely as friends." Hermione's eyebrows raised up, unimpressed but nonetheless stayed.
"You know Ron was going to ask you, right?" asked Lavender, leaning close. She smelled just like her name, and her hair was wet from washing. Hermione shrugged.
"You must have heard something," she pressed. Parvati blew a sigh of relief.
"Well, that's good then. You didn't get your hopes up. This morning Ron went and asked Pansy to the Yule Ball! Can you believe it? And she said yes!" Hermione blinked at Lavender and Parvati, wondering if this was some sort of joke. Obviously, it wasn't. Harry's voice called up from the bottom of the stairs,
"HERMIONE! WE HAVE TO TALK!" Hermione frowned and Parvati and Lavender put their sympathetic faces on again.
"Does that mean you're going by yourself, Hermione? Because I'm sure perhaps Neville will take you." Hermione smirked, unknowingly mirroring Draco's irresistable expression.
"I think Harry will do just fine." Parvati's jaw dropped so fast that Hermione was sure she could hear it clonk on the floor. Hermione hurried down the stairs and Lavender and Parvati talked in hushed voices.
"You think she meant my Harry? The one I've been going with since...since fourth year for crissakes! I can't believe her! Hermione Granger is a wench!" Hermione grinned. It takes one to be one, my dear, she thought.
"Harry, you're in trouble with Parvati," said Hermione. Harry shook his head.
"No, we're both in trouble, Hermione. We have to have dinner with Pansy!" Hermione blinked.
"So Parvati and Lavender were right, for once," she said. Harry shook his head.
"I can't believe it. And I was kidding too when I told him to take Pansy. And what on earth was she thinking saying yes?!" Hermione cocked her brow.
"I don't know, Harry, maybe Ron has some secret charm that Slytherin girls can't resist." Harry cracked up.
"So what is this about me being in trouble with Parvati?" Hermione grinned and leaned forward, her face close to Harry's.
"She thinks I stole you from her and has now deemed me a wench." Harry's mouth opened in amazement.
"And that doesn't bother you?" he asked.
"It makes me sound bad, doesn't it?" said Hermione, still grinning. Harry shook his head, his shaggy hair swinging across his forehead.
"You have no idea."
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Hermione was in her room, candles lighted to keep her calm. She pulled on her dress robe. Actually, minus out the robe part. It was dress really. All shimmery, beautiful. Hermione almost didn't want to wear it because she was afraid she'd get something on it. Her hair was purposefully messy, her high heeled sandals glittered in the candlelight. Hermione looked at herself in the gilded full length mirror. She was no longer a bookworm; she had transformed into a dangerous sex goddess. Hermione grinned to herself. This was going to be a fun night.
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"You look nice, Hermione," said Harry. He looked worried. Probably the thought of having dinner with Pansy was taking its toll on him. Hermione pushed him slightly.
"I know I do, you don't have to remind me." Harry rolled his eyes and pushed her back.
"You know I'll leave you if you keep saying stuff like that."
"You know you can't." That sparked a smile from Harry.
"Ron's meeting us at the dining hall. He's reserved a table for us...and Pansy." Harry's normally pale skin absolutely blanched at the thought.
"Calm down," said Hermione. "How bad could she be?" Famous last words.
"Hermione," said Pansy, looking her up and down. Pansy was dressed in a sort of black leather, skin tight, dress. Well, it would be a dress if it wasn't so short. It made her look absolutely...well....gross. But obviously Pansy thought she was really something. Give a girl leather and they all think that they're sex kittens.
"It's okay," she said, condescendingly. "We both know that well....guys don't like your sort of looks but you're smart, right?" Harry glanced quickly at Hermione, who was stirring her straw quite vigorously around and around in her glass of water. Ron looked noticeably uncomfortable but relaxed when he and Harry started talking, leaving Hermione and Pansy to make conversation. Let the claws spring out and the war begin.
"So where did you get that dress? I mean, we all know you don't exactly have a figure but that really does make the most of your body." Hermione clenched her teeth slightly.
"I know I'm hot but could you please stop checking me out? It's making me nervous," she said, leaving Pansy looking disgusted and angry. Pansy finally lapsed into a silence, picking at her food, complaining about how it was going to make her fat.
"You're right, Pansy you really should be worrying," said Hermione. "I mean, we all know you have that sort of figure that kind of just gains and doesn't lose, right?" she added, sarcastically. "Especially in those problem areas like your arms and stomach." Pansy jumped, surprised and tried to discreetly check to see if there were any fat on her stomach or arms.
"I think we can start dancing now," said Hermione. She was sick and tired of Pansy's goading, Ron's quick glances in her direction, and Harry's nervous coughs. She grabbed Harry's hand and practically dragged him onto the ballroom floor. The chandeliers were absolutely glittering, the music was soft and slow, flowers adorned every corner of the chamber.
"Sorry," said Harry.
"You wanna show you're sorry? Get Pansy some real clothes," scoffed Hermione.
"Hey, you were the one who said that she couldn't be that bad," protested Harry.
"That's before I actually talked to her." They were quiet for awhile, Hermione's head on Harry's shoulder, his arms around her waist, circling slowly. Hermione started to close her eyes when movement from the corner of her vision made her open them up quickly. She tried to steer their dancing so that she could look over Harry's shoulder who it was.
The great doors opened and Draco walked in, looking like a sex god....oh wait, sorry, he is a sex god. He was dressed to match Hermione although no one would notice if they kept apart. His hair was tousled and glinting pale gold in the candlelight. His eyes were twinkling and his strut was no longer annoying, rather, it was something to be worshipped. He was something to be worshipped. Hermione locked eyes with Draco and Draco gave her a wink. Hermione felt her knees going slightly weak...
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Th minute Draco walked in, he scanned the room, looking for Hermione. There she was, dancing with Harry. God, she was beautiful. She was like a 50's glamour girl, all sparkling with diamonds, silky smooth satin, curled hair. She was like a goddess, shimmering in soft light. He would do anything to be Harry right now but he couldn't. He looked over the rest of the room and almost burst out loud laughing when he saw Pansy chatting away with a ver bored looking Ron. Draco was about to move to someplace where he and Hermione could have a discreet conversation but immediately, several girls walked up to ask him for a dance. Draco smiled charmingly at each and every one of them but never did he really meet their eyes. His eyes were always wandering to a cetain other person.
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Finally, Hermione broke away.
"Hey Harry, I think I'm going to step outside for awhile, I'm tired and if I dance with you one more time, Parvati's going to kill me." Harry smiled and hugged Hermione and kissed her on the cheek.
"See you later." The minute Hermione left, Parvati came slithering up like a snake. Hermione felt bad for leaving Harry with her but hey, a girl has to have her fun, right? She managed to catch Draco's eyes before leaving and waited outside in the hall. Draco disentangled himself from the crowd and saluted them.
"See you guys at the house parties." He found Hermione waiting, looking impatient.
"So, what's new?" asked Draco, his arms encircling around Hermione's waist.
"Well," said Hermione, looking thoughtful. "I'm now a wench in some girl's books, I had to listen to Pansy chatter all through dinner, and Ron won't stop oogling at me." Draco laughed.
"But I think someone can make it better..." Hermione looked at Draco expectantly and Draco looked teasingly innocent.
"Dumbledore is a good person to talk to when you're angry or confused," said Draco, with a straight face. Hermione rolled her eyes, smirked, and pulled Draco's head down to meet her lips.
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The Gryffindor common room was packed. Somehow it had managed to become the place to be after or during the Yule Ball this year. Last year it had been Ravenclaw, the year before that Slytherin. Now it was Gryffindor's turn. Someone had managed to get past the the teachers some champagne and beer and it was being passed around. Draco brought out two glasses and poured Hermione some Scotch. They toasted and drank. Either everyone was too drunk too notice or they were too busy to notice Hermione and Draco in their own little corner. Chairs were being thrown, Colin Creevy was tossed up in the air and hands caught him as he was carried along. Some guys were wrestling in the center of the common room. In short, it was complete chaos...but totally fun. Some kids in the far side of the room had started a drinking game, other kids were gambling. Maybe it was the alcohal, or maybe the absense of teachers, or maybe the fact that they were each wearing clothes that cost a fortune but the atmosphere was just right and it was bringing out the wildest in each Hogwarts student.
Hermione tugged on Draco's hand, pulling him up the staircase, into her room. They stumbled into her room and Hermione giggled. The Scotch she had pounded had gone straight to her head. Candles were automatically lit, and the red wax dripped over the edge of the candle. The fine Scotch spilled all over the white carpets and rich red rugs as Draco and Hermione tumbled over each other onto the bed. They kissed and once they started, they found it quite hard to stop. And this time when Draco reached for Hermione's zipper to her dress, she didn't stop him.
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"Where's Hermione?" asked Ron, over the rucus. Harry motioned that he didn't know. McGonagall was going to be quite pissed when she sees the state the common room was in. It was a complete mess, things were being broken, spilled, and wrecked. Ron gave Harry a look that quite plainly said, why us? It would be McGonagall that would have to be drunk to take this all in without exploding. But Harry couldn't help feeling the music, feeling the beat, and most definately feeling alive. Someone handed him a glass of something amber. He drank it down.
"That's the way, my man," some random guy said, patting Harry on the back. But don't worry, everyone, Harry's a smart boy. He's had his fun but sometimes he just had to draw the line before he got hurt. The minute Harry felt that things were starting to go out of his control, he and Ron made their bedrooms, trying to get away from the noise for a short while. But when they were there, Harry and Ron both got quite a shocker.......
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Hermione lay half asleep, half awake with Draco asleep next to her. Her head felt heavy and they were laying among tangled sheets and pillows. It was late and finally someone had managed to throw everyone out of the room and it was finally quiet. The moonlight came in through her curtains onto Draco, alluminating his skin and hair. He looked so sweet and innocent sleeping, Hermione couldn't help kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth. Draco's eyelids fluttered opened and looked down at Hermione. He kissed her again and pulled her into his arms. Hermione fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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*So what exactly shocked Ron and Harry in their room? Well...if you had been reading carefully enough, you might find out! Heehee, you won't know until the next chappy! muahahaha! heehee.....I just luv the yule ball and all those rebellious hogwarts students.....