Summary: For Harry Potter and the gang, it's their final year at Hogwarts. Hermione is head girl, and Draco is head boy. Although they still hate each other with a passion, after a few encounters between the two, it's getting harder to resist what they really want.

A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story, so PLEASE be gentle with the feedback, but give it, nonetheless.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even the storyline, because I'm sure it's been done many times.

Note: Means someone is thinking.

Hermione ran like a bat out of Hell to her dorm. Just as she got there, she was greeted, or rather scared, when Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny were standing at the main door.

"Hi!" Ginny greeted happily.

"Uh...hi guys." Hermione looked behind her to make sure Malfoy wasn't around.

She blurted out the password and shoved all the girls inside when the door opened, then she herded them all to her bedroom door, said the password, and shoved them inside, them slamming the door shut.

"What's the rush? Lavender asked.

"Uhh...I don't want to deal with Malfoy right now." Hermione said, only half lying.

"Oh yea, you had detention with him didn't you? How was it?" Parvati asked.

"It was detention." Was all Hermione could get out.

You got to be along with Draco Malfoy for two hours, and that's all you can say?" Ginny asked skeptically.

"What do you want me to say?" Hermione was getting annoyed.

"He's the hottest guy in this school, not to mention he's practically your roommate, and all you did was clean a musty old classroom?"

"It's detention Ginny, it's suppose to be like that. Besides, it was Snape's room. He'd have murdered me if the room hadn't been spotless."

"True."

"Enough about that," Lavender said, "We came here to ask if you wanted to go out with us tonight."

"Out where?"

"To a club."

"A club?"

"Yea."

"Where is this club?"

No one answered, "Well..."

"Umm...New York?" Lavender hesitated.

"New York, as in the state...as in the muggle world?" Hermione was confused.

"Yea; haven't you ever been there?" Parvati asked.

"Just because I lived in the U.S. doesn't mean I've been to New York."

"Well, that's where the club is."

"Why do you want to go to a club in New York. Can't you find one closer to home?"

"Well, this club is kinda famous around Hogwarts, most of the older students know about it, and a lot of them go like every week." Parvati explained.

"What's so great about it?" Hermione asked.

"Well, we don't know for sure, that's why we wanna go, and we want you to go with us."

"What the age limit for this club?" Hermione asked.

"Well, it's 21 and over." Ginny said.

"Uh, in case you guys have forgotten, we're only 18, and Ginny's 17."

Parvati grinned mischievously and pulled something out of her robe, "That's what these are for."

Hermione's eyes went wide, "Fake ID's? They look so real...you used magic to get them."

"Well, we want them to look real, don't we?"

"Guys, I appreciate you inviting me, but I'm not going to go to an over 21 club in New York, on a school night."

"You'd rather stay here all night and listen to Malfoy's latest slut screaming his name?" Lavender asked.

At the mention of Malfoy's name, memories of the past few hours came flooding back to her, and her face went pale. She'd forgotten all about him with talk of this club.

"Stay here all night...around Malfoy?" Hermione questioned, "Count me in, when do we go?" She couldn't stay here all night with him.

The girls all squealed with delight, and Ginny ran to Hermione's closet to find an outfit.

"Ha, I knew you'd bring this!" Ginny pulled a black bag from Hermione's closet and gave it to her.

"That? No way." Hermione shook her head.

"What's that?" Lavender and Parvati both asked.

"Hermione's cousin bought it for her this summer; she still hasn't worn it."

"Let's see it." Lavender said.

Before Hermione could protest, Ginny took out the outfit and the girls smiled, "You so have to wear that!" Parvati exclaimed.

"Guys, it's not me."

"That's the whole point. Tonight, we're going out as totally different people, and that includes YOU!" Ginny said. She shoved the outfit in Hermione's face and made her put it on.

When Hermione turned around, the three girls were in awe.

"Oh my god, you look incredible Hermione!" Ginny grinned.

"You're going to kill in that outfit!" Lavender said.

"You look amazing!" Parvati added.

Hermione blushed, "Thanks...but I don't know if I can do this."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You're gonna be fine; we'll all be together, it'll be ok."

Lavender went to Hermione and pulled the stick out of her hair, and it fell down her shoulders, "What are we gonna do with your hair?"

"Umm...my cousin also bought me this." Hermione went to her closet and pulled out something that looked like a curling iron, "It's a hair crimper; it makes your hair kinda wavy. That's all I can think of."

Ginny grabbed the crimper, "Works for me." Ginny made her sit at her desk and went to work, while Lavender and Parvati took care of the makeup.

When all was done, Hermione looked like a totally new person; she was wearing seriously low black leather pants, a black spaghetti strap tank top that stopped about an inch above her belly button, showing about four inches of skin, and black boots; her usually straight brown hair, was now wavy; she had on just enough dark blue eye shadow to accentuate her brown eyes, but not enough to make her slutty, and she had on a light pink lipstick.

Hermione stared at herself in the mirror, "I can't do this guys; I'm showing too much skin here."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "I told you, you'll be fine, just relax. We gotta go back to our rooms to get ready. We'll meet at the entrance to the dining hall at exactly 9:30."

Hermione crossed her arms, sort of in a way of hiding herself, "Won't we draw some attention if we're walking down the halls dressed like this?"

"That's were this comes in." Lavender handed a piece of paper to each of the girls.

"It's a spell." Parvati noticed.

"Not just any spell; if you say this spell, then the name of the place that you want to go, it'll take you there instantly."

"Did you make this up?" Ginny asked.

"No; actually, I had a little help from another student."

"From who?" Hermione asked.

"Umm...a Slytherin."

"You let a Slytherin help you with a spell like this? How do you know it works?"

"I already tried it, it works fine."

"Well, I know they didn't do it for free; what's in it for them?"

"I promised to do her homework for a month."

"You're hopeless Lavender." Ginny smiled.

Lavender blushed, "Ok, so at exactly 9:30, say this spell, then dining hall, and you'll appear right away. It's totally safe, I promise."

The girls said their goodbyes and opened the door just as Malfoy entered the common room.

He saw the three students and smiled, "Ladies."

They blushed and quickly exited the common room. He knew right away that Hermione hadn't said anything to them, but he was still curious as to why they were there. He stared at Hermione's door, expecting her to emerge, but instead, the door just slammed shut.

When the girls walked through the door, they were surrounded by extremely loud music, and tons of people all around them. The people who were standing close to the door all looked at the girls as they entered and most of the guys seemed to be staring at Hermione, which made her slightly uncomfortable. She shrugged off the gawking as best as she could, and followed the other girls up to the bar.

When they sat down, the bartender eyed them suspiciously, "You girls have IDs?"

Without any hesitation, as planned, the girls pulled out their IDs and handed them to the bartender. He looked at them, then at the girls, then back at the IDs. After a minute, he handed them back and smiled, "What can I get you girls?"

"Coke." Hermione said instantly as she slumped onto a bar stool.

"Make that a Rum and Coke." Ginny said.

"I'm not drinking." Hermione stated.

"Come on 'Mione, you obviously have a lot on your mind, and it doesn't seem that good. Just one little drink, it's not like we're driving home." Ginny added with a smile.

Hermione thought for a minute about everything that had happened that day; Malfoy getting her put into detention, Malfoy making her question her relationship with Ron, and the little experience she had with Malfoy in Snape's room. Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy, it all ended up at Malfoy. God, did she hate him. Everything that happened today was all his fault, and she wanted to get him as far away from her thoughts as possible.

"Fine, make it a...bourbon." Hermione said thoughtfully.

The other girls looked at her, "It's my dad's favorite drink. I wanna know what he's so nuts about." She explained.

Tonight was probably the only night that she would be able to get Malfoy totally out of her mind. If she had to be here, she was going to enjoy it.

The bartender looked at the other girls.

"Umm...Martini." Lavender said.

"I want a Bloody Mary." Parvati said.

Ginny smiled at Hermione, "I'll have bourbon too."

"You got it." The bartender said.

After a few hacking and gagging sounds from the girls after their first taste of alcohol, they finally started to relax a little and get into it a bit. They took their drinks and moved to a table.

Draco opened the door to The Oasis and scouted the place before walking in. He went straight to the bar and sat down.

"Hey, Draco." The bartender greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Hey, Steve." Draco returned.

"What'll it be?"

"Scotch."

"Coming up." The bartender poured the drink and sat it in front of Draco.

Draco drank it in one gulp and handed the glass back to Steve.

"Wow, trying to forget something?" Steve asked.

"More like someone."

"Ah, say no more." Steve replied as he poured another drink and handed it to Draco.

"So, anyone interesting come in tonight?" Draco inquired.

"Now that you mention it, these four girls came in about ten minutes ago. They're about your age, pretty cute, but one of them definitely stands out in my mind." Steve said, as he pointed to the table occupied by Hermione and her friends.

Draco looked over and instantly recognized Ginny, then Lavender and Parvati. Hermione, however had her back to him, but he almost immediately realized it was her.

"Not a chance." Draco said, not believing that Hermione would be at an over 21 club; on a school night, much less.

"The chick in the black; she's hot." Steve commented, referring to Hermione.

Draco glanced at Steve, then back at Hermione, "It seems this night might turn out better than I expected." He said quietly.

He was tempted to go over to her, but with her friends there, he decided against it; he decided to wait for the perfect time. For the next twenty minutes, Draco watched Hermione interacting with her friends. She looked calm and relaxed; she actually looked happy. He knew the alcohol had something to do with that. Draco finally had his chance when Hermione took everyone's glasses, and came towards the bar. Draco noticed that she looked even better than she did in detention, if that was possible.

Hermione set the glasses on the bar and smiled at Steve, "Refresh my memory." He said, smiling at her.

"Martini, Bloody Mary, and two Bourbons." Hermione said.

"You got it, darlin." Steve took the glasses and went to work.

Hermione didn't even notice Draco...until her spoke, that is.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day where 'Little Miss Perfect' Granger would be at a bar, drinking...illegally." He whispered the last word so Steve wouldn't hear.

When Hermione heard his voice, her blood started to boil. She looked to her right and saw Draco sitting on a stool next to her, at the bar with that superior smirk plastered on his face.

"Malfoy." She hissed.

"Fancy meeting YOU here." Draco drawled.

"What are you doing here?" She spat.

"Same thing you are, I imagine. How did you know this place even existed? Surely it wasn't YOUR idea to come here."

"What do you care?"

"I don't; I could care less why you're here."

"Fine, then sod off."

Steve put the drinks on a little tray and handed it to Hermione.

"Thanks." She gave Steve her most innocent smile, he winked at her, then went to take another order.

Before Hermione could get away, Draco spoke again, "Bourbon; that's a pretty hard drink for a first timer. My guess is you've got something on your mind that you wanna forget."

She knew he was referring to their little encounter in detention. He gave her a once-over, staring intently at her, like he was trying to see through her. In turn, she gave him a once- over. He was wearing hiking boots, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red button down shirt. He was wearing a solid gold chain around his neck, and his had a spiky look to it; he looked gorgeous.

Dammit! She thought to herself.

"You don't know shit about me Malfoy, so stop pretending you do."

"Oh, I know more about you than you think, Hermione." He said, before taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh, really; what do you know about me?"

He looked her straight in the eyes, "I know that what happened in Snape's room scared the shit out of you because you liked it and you know you shouldn't have. Right now, you're pissed off at me for creating these new feelings that you have, and at yourself for not feeling that way about Weasley. You know that he'll never do anything like that with you, and you're wishing so hard that I was anyone but me, so you could do it all over again. Face it Granger, I'm the only one who can give you exactly what you crave, and you know it."

Hermione could feel her temperature rising at every word he said, and the way he looked at her. He was right, but she'd die before she'd admit any of that to him.

"In your dreams, Malfoy."

With that said, she picked up the tray, and went back to her table. As she was walking away, Draco noticed that she was carrying the tray like a waitress would in the muggle world. Something else caught Draco's attention; a tattoo on her lower back. He strained his eyes to get a better look; the tattoo was a heart with a knife right through the middle.

She is NOT the same Granger from the last six years. Something happened to her, and I'm going to find out what. Draco thought.

Hermione put the tray on the table and sat down while the girls grabbed their drinks. She took hers, and stared at it, instead of drinking it.

Ginny noticed, "What's wrong Hermione?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired." She lied.

Just as Lavender took a sip of her drink, she looked at the bar and almost spit it out, "Holy shit, look who it is!"

Everyone...except Hermione, looked over at the bar.

"It's Malfoy!" Parvati exclaimed.

"God, he's gorgeous." Lavender sighed.

"Next to Oliver Wood, of course." Parvati smiled.

"Of course." Lavender agreed.

Parvati saw the look on Ginny's face, and corrected herself, "Next to Oliver and Harry, that is."

"Thank you." Ginny giggled.

"He's staring at us." Lavender whispered.

Ginny looked at him for a minute, then at Hermione, "No he's not; he's staring at Hermione."

This time, Hermione turned around and met his eyes. Instead of his usual smirk, Draco had a serious look on his face, like he was trying to figure her out. Hermione took her drink, and drank it all in one gulp, then looked at the girls.

"Hey, look at that, I need another drink."

Hermione stood up and walked over to the bar before anyone could protest. She slid her glass to Steve with a smile; he nodded, then filled it up, sliding it back to her.

Hermione glared at Draco, "What do you want from me?" She asked angrily.

Draco just looked at her at first.

"Well?" She was getting impatient.

"A dance." He finally said.

"Huh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Dance with me." He stated simply.

She scoffed at him, "Not a chance."

"One dance, then I'll leave you alone...forever."

"You will?"

"I promise."

Hermione didn't believe him for a second, "You don't know how to make promises."

"Suit yourself." Draco shrugged.

"One dance, then you'll disappear from my sight, forever?"

"Yep."

Hermione looked at him for a second, "Ok."

Draco finished his drink, stood up, and motioned to the dance floor, "Ladies first."

Hermione downed her drink in one gulp without even cringing, like expected, then she put the glass on the bar, "God, I'm gonna regret this."

As she was walking to the dance floor, she decided to make this work for her. He was certain that she wanted him, so she was going to turn the tables, and make him want her. When they got to the dance floor, a new song came on and Hermione smiled.

Perfect. She thought.

She stopped suddenly and turned to face Draco. The alcohol was starting to take affect, and she was relaxing a little, which was good if she was going to get her plan to work; but she had to stay in control.

"Do you even know how to dance?" She asked.

"We'll soon find out, won't we?"

"Yea, I guess we will."

She listened to the beat, then started moving her hips to the music.

It's the S the L the I the M Let me tell you what I wanna do Let me show you that I'm feelin' you Wanna freak, wanna ride with you Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you Can't get enough of you So sweet, I can't forget So good, girl you make me sweat Girl I'm talkin' 'bout

Peaches and cream I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean

She turned around with her back to him, and took his hands and put them on her hips. Slowly, he pulled her closer to him until their bodies were only and inch away from each other. She put her hands on his and pulled him until there was full body contact. Soon, their bodies were moving together to the music.

I never thought that I would be So addicted to you On top, underneath, on the side of you Better yet baby, right next to you Love the way you're just flowin down And I can feel it all around In the front, in the back of you Ooh I love the smell of you Girl you know what I'm talking about

Peaches and cream I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean

Draco moved his head down to her ear, "It's not going to work." He whispered, darting his tongue out for a split second to lick her earlobe. He knew exactly what she was doing.

Her temperature rose for the second time that night, but this time, it was off the charts. She kept her cool, and spun around to face him, "I don't know what you're talking about." She smiled innocently at him.

She came closer to him and put her arms around his neck, always keeping her hips in rhythm with the music, and him. Hermione put her left leg in between Draco's legs and moved her hands from his neck, down his arms, then to his hands, interlocking her fingers with his long enough to put his hands on her hips, then moved them to her back, like she was guiding him. She let go of his hands and slowly bent backwards until she could almost touch the ground. Draco moved his hands from her lower back to her middle back and slowly brought her back up until they were almost touching noses.

Won't stop girl you know I can't get enough Wanna taste it in the morning when I'm waking up Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up Got your arms around my neck so I can't get up See the boys 112 we from the A' (A' - shorty we don't play) And when it comes to eating peaches, shorty we don't play So all the ladies in the house if you boost the shit put ur ass in the air and represent ur clique

Peaches and cream I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean Peaches and cream

She raised her arms above her head, and kept her body perfectly in sync with his, while moving to the music. Again, she turned around, but this time, she pressed her back to his chest as much as she could, as he moved his hands from her hips to her stomach. Draco's hands touching her skin, made her entire body tingle. She put her hands on his and snake her body down his, still keeping the contact, until her head was about where his elbows were, then she slowly moved back up. She put her hands on his hips, while his stayed on her stomach.

Oh girl I need it I gotta have it It's always on my mind Know what I mean Peaches and cream I like it in my car Or even in my bed Or baby on the stairs Know what I mean Peaches and cream

Peaches and cream I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean Peaches and cream

When the song was over, she turned around to face him and saw that superior smirk on his face yet again. She knew what he was he was thinking, and his words came back to her. 'It's not going to work.' She got a devilish look on her face and ground her pelvis into his, then smirked at the physical reaction she knew would be there. She could have sworn she heard a small moan come from the back of his throat.

"Not going to work, huh?"

She smiled at her triumph and left him, standing there alone, on the dance floor.

When she got back to her table, Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati were all gaping at her, with their mouths open, like in shock.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"What was that?" Ginny asked in disbelief.

"He said that if I danced with him, he'd leave me alone, for good."

"That wasn't a dance; that was a mating ritual." Ginny said.

Hermione just smiled at the girls and took a sip of her drink that Steve must have sent to their table. Twenty minutes passed and Hermione never once looked at Draco. She knew that she'd gotten her point across, and she was proud of herself.

Parvati looked at her watch, "Ooh, it's midnight. We'd better get back if we're gonna get up in the morning and get to class."

Hermione finished her drink, "Yea, I need to sleep this off. It's gonna bet a bitch gettin' up in the morning." Hermione was now fully drunk and she knew it was time to leave.

"Good idea." Ginny agreed.

They all got up, grabbed their stuff and left the bar, except Hermione. She went to the bar, left a twenty dollar tip for the bartender, and winked at him, before exiting the bar...never once looking at Draco.

When Draco finally got back to Hogwarts, he turned the corner leading to his dorm and he saw Hermione practically passed out, leaning on the wall next to their door.

Draco walked up to her, "What are you doing out HERE?"

Hermione opened her eyes slowly, turned her head, and glared at the portrait, "I forgot the damn password and this bitch won't let me in."

The woman in the portrait raised her nose to the totally wasted girl, "She knows the rules."

Draco chuckled, "Chocolate frogs."

The woman smiled at Draco, "Thank you."

The door swung open and Draco looked at Hermione, waiting for her to go inside. Hermione slowly stepped away from the wall, and almost instantly passed out, falling right into Draco, who caught her. With very little effort, Draco picked her up and carried her into the room. Her carried her to her door and paused.

"Oh shit, what's her password?"

The little girl looked at the girl in Draco's arms, then at him, "Password?"

"Umm...I have no idea."

"I need the password."

"There's no way she's going to wake up just to give me the password. Can't you help me...just this once?"

The girl thought for a moment, "Here's a hint...white flowers."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Typical girly password...daisies."

The girl smiled, "Thank you."

The door swung open, and Draco carried Hermione inside and laid her down on her bed, gently, much to his surprise. He stared at her for a moment; she really was beautiful, even if she was a mudblood.

"Stop thinking these stupid thoughts, Malfoy!" He swore out loud.

He turned around, left her room, and went straight to his. He took off all his clothes, except his boxers, and climbed into his bed. The second his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.

TBC...

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