Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa

Author: Innocence

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Lucius Malfoy's cold, dead eyes scanned the Great Hall, searching for the all too familiar platinum blonde hair of his son. The Slytherin table was raucous, the goblets charmed to serve the alcoholic beverage of choice, green and silver sparklers lit from wands shooting through the air, and his son was in the middle of it all.

Disgraceful how he should carry on like that. Malfoys were supposed to conduct their bragging in more dignified ways. Of course, Draco was sitting properly, drinking from his goblet, and watching. He wasn't completely sloshed like some, or throwing out jibes to the Gryffindors. Lucius looked to his left at the Head Table, to see Snape smirking sinisterly.

Finally, his house had won against Potter. Beat Gryffindor into the ground. And it was all because of his son. It was times like these he was almost proud of Draco. Almost.

He was tarnishing the Malfoy name, associating, or more, with a muggle-born, a mudblood, and a Gryffindor one at that. And to add even more, friends with Potter! Of all the people, then Boy-Who-Got-Lucky.

Ever since he was little, Lucius had taught Draco that Malfoys were like diamonds. Pure perfection, beautiful, strong, and especially 'untouchable'. Mudbloods were the dirt, the mud, everything a Malfoy shouldn't be even near.

But he was going to fix that, he was going to get Draco back. Back to being a diamond, it was so easy to wash dirt from a precious gem. And that's what he was going to do. Draco would be perfect again.

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The crowd of Slytherins was making their way out of the Great Hall, all a little 'tipsy'. Most of the time Slytherins could hold their liquor well, but maybe sheer joy lowers your tolerance, or something.

"Ya comings ups ta bed, Big Bad," Blaise slurred, throwing his arm around Draco's shoulder and laughing. Draco smirked at his intoxicated friend. Blaise was one of the few Slytherins that couldn't take more then three of anything to get him drunk.

"Why, you have something planned for me?" Draco raised an eyebrow speculatively, and Blaise grinned.

"Ya know ya want me baby," Blaise purred, and licked Draco's ear. Draco let out a real laugh and pushed Blaise away.

"Hey Pansy, make sure my baby boy here gets to bed okay," The dirty blonde smiled at Draco and took Blaise's arm gently.

"Don't worry, Big Bad, your boy-toy will get up to bed fine," Pansy smiled again. As they walked down the corridor Draco could hear Blaise say, in a horrendous western accent, "Well, hello there little lady,"

Draco gave a little smirk to the empty hallway outside the Great Hall. It had been kind of an ongoing thing with him and Blaise. The whole 'Let's pretend to be gay' thing was very amusing, to most people. Several homophobes had seen fit to inform them it was horribly wrong what they were doing. Who cares?

"Malfoy," A cold voice drawled from behind, and he turned to see a furious red-head and brunette, and an un-amused chestnut-brunette.

"Why Potter, to what to I owe an appearance of yourself to. Please inform me so I can put a stop to it." Draco drawled back, walking a bit closer to the Trio.

"You cheated Malfoy. You should have been disqualified for using that vampire shit in the game," The Weasel half-yelled, and Hermione rolled her eyes, offering an apologetic look to Draco.

"I used talents I have naturally, I didn't use any outside magic to boost my performance, thereby, it was permissible," The blonde stated, and smirked as looks of anger flashed on the two boys faces.

"Why don't you guys just go to the common rooms, I can take care of this," Hermione said, stepping near Draco and facing the boys.

"We can take care of this ourselves, Hermione," Ron snarled, glaring at Draco at the same time.

"If you start a fight there is nothing I can do to get you guys out of trouble, but I can prevent it. Now go," She shooed them away, and they looked warily to her.

"Don't let him touch you," Potter warned.

"I am a big girl, I can take care of myself," Reluctantly they left. Amazing how Hermione's assurances could get them away so easily.

She turned to him, a flushed smile on her face, "Hey, there,"

Draco laughed, "I was waiting for you," He said softly and stepped close enough to her that he could feel her warm breath.

"Really? You passed up an opportunity with Blaise Zabini to wait for me," Hermione smiled, placing her hand on her chest in a flattered sort of way.

"It wasn't easy. He's such a sexy beast, I could barely drag myself away," Hermione giggled, and Draco loved the way the torch light gave her a tiny sparkle in her warm sienna eyes.

Draco leaned down slightly, and placed his lips against hers. He felt her sharp intake of breath, but she didn't pull away. She started to move her lips against his. Slowly he let his tongue trace her lower lip. Hermione gasped, and allowed him entrance. Her mouth was so warm, and her heated tongue came to meet his. This time it was his turn to moan.

Their tongues caressed each others, and Draco moved his hands to her hips, pulling her closer. Hermione moaned as he bit down slightly on her lower lip, and moved to tangle her hands in his white-blonde hair.

Eventually they pulled away, and Hermione smiled breathlessly up at Draco. "Wow," and she leaned her head softly up against his shoulder.

Draco sighed, not a bit out of breath, "How will I ever brake the news to Blaise," Hermione giggled again. She was feeling particularly giddy at the moment. But then remembered something.

"Um…I came to give you this," She handed him a book. Where the hell had that come from?

"What is it?" Draco asked, eyebrows drawn in puzzlement.

"I really think you need to read it," She leaned up and captured his lips in a small, innocent kiss, and smiled, "I'll give you some time to brake the news to Blaise. Good night."

As she left and Draco quickly touched a finger to his lips, a small, gold, ornamental owl took flight, and landed on his master's arm outside.

"What do you have for me tonight?"

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Finally, I am freakin' done with this chapter. I went a little over a week, but you guys don't mind, right? I am aware that this is not the best but I typed it while being seriously deprived of slash, sleep, food, and the beach picture. My four things I live by. I'm sorry about the Draco/Blaise-ness, I just couldn't take all the het anymore. Please review and I'll love you forever (seriously).