A/N: YAY!! I have the next chapter! Finally eh?? I can't say how much I don't like this chapter. I dunno… I just don't like it. It just doesn't cut it, I think. Because I wrote Draco to be so damn OOC. But I don't know how else to write him to fit the chapter. I tried to make Draco like… well, Draco. But he just seems way too OOC.

Well, at least I have a chapter out. I did my best in making this chapter. And I also revised the other chapters. Just a bit though, here and there, the stuff I didn't like and added stuff that made it a little better.

Strip Down

Begging? How Unlike You…

By Kristina Chang

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Last time:

… He groaned softly in pleasure, his eyes closed, and almost lost it when Hermione turned around and started to rub him lightly through his pants with her hand. Draco let out a small cry softly.

"…Don't stop…Hermione…"

Hermione immediately stopped and Draco's eyes flew open.

"WhAt?!"

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"What are you doing calling HER for?"

"I-I-I… er… I don't know." Draco stuttered and blinked.

"I can NOT believe you! Here I am, right in front of you and you're thinking of that… m-mudblood. Isn't that what she is to you?" Hermione sighed with a frown while shaking his head but then realized what he was doing and nodded his head ferociously. Then she got off his lap. But the entire time she was feigning disappointment, when in actuality, was laughing at his predicament. After all, she IS Hermione.

"No. Wait. Come back." Draco's voice was hoarse and he was pleading, more like begging, for her to come back.

Hermione just laughed at him.

"What is this? The all-mighty Slytherin King, Draco Malfoy, BEGGING? This is all too much for me. Begging doesn't phase me, unless you're on your hands and knees." She gave a smile and moved to walk away but Draco wrapped his legs around hers and stopped her movement.

"No, don't go. She doesn't m-mean… any-anything to me. You do. Do you see, FEEL what you do to me?!" Draco cried to her. Hermione did naught but laugh; however, she ended up going back to him anyway, seating herself casually upon him.

"Oh really? I can't be too sure of that." Hermione leaned in closer to his ear, inadvertantly causing her to blow whispers into his ear. Draco closed his eyes, feeling a shiver run through him.

"Well… what do you think when I say… Hermione?" Hermione felt him get warmer and grow harder and smirked at him.

Draco felt a surge of heat flow to his loins and he would have smacked himself if he could control his arms. He groaned in defeat and slumped in his seat, his head falling onto Hermione's shoulder.

Hermione laughed at him. If she wasn't Hermione, she'd be one pissed off woman. And that's a force to be reckoned with. Luckily for Draco, she is Hermione and Hermione has always been rational. Of course.

"You don't even know WHAT you want. I would be doing her a favor in getting rid of you. You wouldn't be moping around her anymore. You'd be thinking more about me." She smiled somewhat evilly.

"And I don't like to share. Oh no, not. At. All." Hermione whispered the end almost threateningly. She suddenly stood up, cold air coming onto Draco's once warm lap.

"Whatever shall I do with you? Not listening to the rules, thinking of another. Tsk tsk tsk. We can't have that, now can we? Simply unreasonable." She pouted and looked at the big grandfather clock.

"Oh. Well, it's time to finish this. We've got… to go. HERMIONE needs her room back, I'm sure. Oh poo. And we didn't even get to the more interesting parts either. *sigh* Oh well. Perhaps there shall be a next time. Perhaps." She smiled at him and leaned in to meet his lips for the last time of the evening. They kissed for a longer time than before, but then Hermione pulled away.

Draco kept chasing her lips after she stopped kissing him.

"Wait. I don't even know your name. Tell me your name at least."

Hermione thought a moment, but didn't answer him.

All of a sudden, there was a shout of surprise from somewhere in the room.

Several minutes previous…

"Are you ever going to tell me anything about you? Or even WHO you are?"

The girl in purple smiled at him mysteriously, but didn't say anything. She continued dancing for him.

Seamus longed to touch her, but couldn't due to their rules and his bound hands.

"Do you REALLY want to know?" The mysterious girl asked him in a whisper.

"Yes, desperately." Seamus answered breathlessly.

"You might be disappointed if you knew."

"That would be impossible. It just couldn't happen." In his mind, he added to himself, 'if you are the person I think you are, then it would be beyond impossible.'

Parvati heard Hermione announce that it was time to go and heard the clock chime one.

"Well, the moment of truth. You finally get your wish Seamus." Parvati reached up to pull off her mask, closing her eyes to shut out Seamus' reaction.

As soon as she took the mask off, Seamus gasped.

"It's you." He said with awe.

When Parvati opened her eyes, Seamus was grinning widely at her. She went to untie his hands and didn't know what to make of Seamus' grin. After untying his hands, she stood with her back facing him. She gave a little yelp when she felt Seamus place his hands on her waist, then wrap his arms around her waist and hold her to him. He whispered into her ear.

"I couldn't have asked for a better person." Then he turned her around and kissed her on the lips, his arms holding her tight as if he was afraid she would disappear. She vowed to herself that she would never disappear from him.

Ron groaned for the millionth time. He felt that he was betraying Lavender by enjoying this show for this mystery girl.

"You know, there IS a chance that I would tell your little girlfriend about what transpired today." She smiled at Ron evilly. Ron gaped at her.

"Y-you wouldn't." he gasped out.

"You don't know WHAT I could or would do. You don't even know if I've already told her."

"B-but… if she knew, she wouldn't have let me come. So I KNOW you didn't tell her." Ron sounded confident.

"Ha. What if she didn't tell you she knew and let you come here anyway as a test? A test in which you surely failed." She said eyeing his pants.

"Hey! I can't help that, I'm a guy. And besides, I told you I didn't want you doing anything."

Lavender heard the clock chime and knew that was the cue to reveal herself.

"Well, I'm absolutely certain she knows of this little party." Ron looked scared, petrified even, because he was afraid of what Lavender would do to him.

"Do you still want to know who I am? You might die of shock." She grinned at him.

"No way. When I know who you are, I'll know who to haunt if Lavender kills me. And the suspense is just killing me."

Ron saw her lift her hand agonizingly slowly to her face and finger the mask gently. Then she pulled off the mask, forgetting about keeping him in suspense, instead wanting to see his reaction. She smiled gently at him.

Ron stuttered, unable to speak for a few moments.

"L-L-Lav?!!" Ron finally managed to sputter out. Lavender smiled angelically at him.

"B-but what was with all that other stuff?! You bloody scared me to hell! I would have peed my knickers if it wasn't you."

Lavender laughed at him.

"Oh, you're so cute, Ron. That's why I love you so much."

"Yeah… I love you too. I had thought it was you, but it just didn't fit. …… would you mind untying me now?" Ron grumbled to her.

Lavender kissed him and went to undo his binds.

Ginny was, at the moment, having a lot of fun kissing Harry and teasing him with her hands while sitting on him. Ginny giggled as she pulled away and Harry followed her.

Unbeknowst to Ginny, Harry was working free of his bindings and was almost finished getting his hands free. Just a little bit more and…

Ginny ran her hands through Harry's hair again. She just couldn't stop doing that, along with looking into Harry's eyes. So engrossed in Harry, that Ginny didn't notice his hands become untied and creep to her waist, almost touching her, but not yet there.

"Tell me who you are." Harry pleaded to her in a hoarse but demanding whisper.

"I can't. Isn't it better not knowing? You could just imagine me to be another. It could always work that way." Ginny replied.

"If you won't tell me who you are, I'll just have to find out myself." Harry put his hands on her waist and she jumped a little. Ginny moved her hands down Harry's arms to his hands and moved to remove them from her body. But Harry shook his head at her and held her hands in place.

"Uh uh. I'm the one in control now."

Ginny looked a bit shocked and was a little frantic. She struggled to get free, but Harry's Quidditch training proved useful and he was much stronger than she, so her struggle was in vain.

"Harry, let go." Ginny said to him firmly.

"No. Not until I know who you are." Harry held her two hands in one of his and the other went to her mask. In the dimness of reality, Harry heard a clock chine and Ron cry out a name in surprise, but Harry returned his focus to the woman who managed to capture his attention the moment she pulled off her cloak on the bed.

"This really is a beautiful mask, except for the fact that it hides your identity." Harry said before pulling off her mask.

Ginny's eyes were closed but they opened when she heard Harry whisper her name, astonished. Ginny opened one eye, then the next one to a happy Harry.

"So I guess you're not disappointed?" Ginny asked him cautiously.

"Never. Especially since it's you." Harry leaned forward to capture her lips in a sweet kiss once again.

"Well didn't we have fun? Good." Hermione asked the other boys. She'd gone to get her wand from the side of her bed and just walked back to the center of the room.

"Since all the girls are here… wouldn't that make you… HERMIONE?!" Harry wondered out loud.

Draco's eyes widened slightly, but neither he, nor anyone else, except Hermione noticed.

"No. I'm NOT Hermione. Absolutely NOT. My name is Alexial. And Hermione is currently at the library studying her arse… er… brain out. I love her, but she studies too damn much. Well then, I'm off. G'night."

"Wait! I don't know enough about you yet. You have to stay." Draco then looked around the room before remembering something very important.

"Hey! At least untie me before you leave!"

Alexial laughed at him. Looking back one last time, she summoned her robes with her wand.

"Toddles. 'Til next time, sweetie. I'll just… leave you for Hermione to handle."

"Hey! Untie me!" Draco called after her retreating figure but Alexial had already left, chuckling to herself.

Everyone laughed at him but made no move to untie him. Just then, Hermione walked into the room carrying a stack of books.* Her cheeks rosy red, and her breath came in nearly short gasps. Probably from running, thought the boys.

How wrong they were.

"Well well well. What have we here?" Hermione dropped her books onto her bed with a small plop. They tumbled all over her bed but she neither noticed or cared. She walked over to Draco, still tied to the chair.

"This is most interesting. I NEVER expected for her plan to work out so… well. She DEFINITELY got what she wanted. In my opinion- the biggest twit in all the world."

"What?! Who're you calling twit, mudblood?"

"I'm not the one tied to a CHAIR, am I?" Hermione deadpanned and smirked at him. He quickly shut up but shot her a glare, which she returned. Hermione looked at the other girls and winked at them slyly.

"Hello girls, have fun?"

The girls all chorused a "hell yes!" and Hermione muttered to herself, muttering, "good, good." The she turned to Harry, smiling.

"See Harry? Didn't I tell you that it'd be fun?" Harry nodded furiously in response.

Draco was watching her the entire time. He felt a familiar aura coming from her, but he couldn't place it. Then he REALLY looked at Hermione. He realized, that she was beautiful. She radiated innocence and purity that was so natural and befitting to her and it drew him to her. Then, he realized that he was still tied to the chair.

"Hey mu… Her… Granger. Would you mind terribly if you could untie me?!" Draco started off softly and politely but ended up sounding a little frantic as he finished the sentence.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. With a wave of her wand and a few choice words, the ropes were unbound and Draco was free.

"Thank you." Draco brought his arms to his front and stretched out his arms. Then he stretched his arms above his head, causing his shirt to open and expose his chest.

Hermione seemed transfixed to his chest, even though she'd already seen it. If one looked close enough, she seemed to be drooling a bit. Just kidding. She actually seemed very calm and seemed somewhat annoyed at Draco. She rolled her eyes at him.

"If you people are finished taking up my room… you may clear out." Hermione said. Everyone groaned. Hermione was… well, Hermione and she needed her room.

The boys gathered up their and the girls' clothes. Ginny and Harry left first, holding hands, then Ron and Lavender, then Seamus and Parvati left. Parvati gave Hermione a wink and a huge smile. Parvati closed the door after her when she walked out.

'Don't they sleep HERE?' Hermione thought, confused. She noticed then, that Draco was still there, sitting comfortably in his chair. He hadn't moved a bit. He just sat watching Hermione move and talk, still sensing the familiarity that he couldn't place. Hermione looked at him, about to ask him why he was still there, but Draco spoke first.

"Why do you seem so… familiar all of a sudden?" Draco suddenly spoke.

Hermione seemed to facefault and from behind, you could almost see her sweat-drop like in anime.**

"Erm… I've only been going to school with you for six and a half years, Draco. Er… Malfoy." She tried to cover up the slip, but Draco noticed it.

"Hey. You called me Draco…"

"Yeah? So? What of it?" Hermione asked a little nervously.

"Does this mean… I can call you Hermione now?" Draco asked with a faraway look on his face.

Hermione seemed startled at his response. She was expecting a retort or an argument to ensue about dirty mudbloods and tainting pureblood names or some such. But it hadn't come.

'Strange.' She thought.

"Yeah. I suppose so." Hermione answered back with an air of indifference.

"Hermione, you're good friends with Alexial, right?"

"Yeah." Hermione answered hesitantly.

"Tell me everything about her. Everything you know."

"First of all, you should stop. J-just shut up. Just don't speak. Second of all." Hermione slapped him hard across the face.

"This definitely ISN'T the Draco Malfoy I know. And I just wanted to do that… Well, third of all. Alexial is… Alexial. If you want to know so much, go ask her yourself. I will tell you that she is not a person you would think and she lives in another. You won't find anything about Alexial in the school records. She does not exist there. You won't ever find her, she'll find you." Hermione finished.

"Can you tell me anything? Anything about Alexial." Draco pleaded.

"Begging does not suit you, Draco Malfoy. And no, I will not tell you anything else of her. You can send her an owl."

Draco felt that familiarity come back once again full force, but still could not place it.

"Tell me, what house, what year is she in?"

"Gryffindor, seventh year. Do not attempt to look for her. You will not succeed. And even if in a millionth of a chance that you did find her, you'd be disappointed."

"That is impossible. She could look like an old hag or even Filch and it would not matter to me."

"Oh? And what if she looked like… me? What then?" Draco was surprised at that question and thought hard.

'That wouldn't be all too bad, would it? No… yes! It would! No… Hermione's beautiful, I saw that. But… wouldn't I be disappointed if Alexial, the girl I'm falling in love with, turns out to be… Granger?' he thought for a while but didn't say anything. Finally, he muttered a lofty, "I don't know."

Hermione sighed.

"All right." She said, going to her bed.

Draco stood up, moving to the door.

"If you won't tell me anything about her…" he sighed, then opened the door, casting one last glance at Hermione. Her back was to him and she was lying on her bed, her books all over the floor. He left, shutting the door softly behind him.

The only thing heard in the room was Hermione's deep sigh and then her breathing evened out and she fell asleep in her clothes, dreaming of Draco.

*Lets say that Hermione put the books outside her room before the party. And the boys didn't see them because they were on the floor and they didn't care about them anyway.

**I know this isn't anime. But it's just funny thinking that. And I couldn't help it. It's not like she ACTUALLY facefaulted.

A/N: YAY!!! I have finished another chapter!!!! It's a joyous occasion!! ^_^ and wow! I have the next chapter almost finished. Yay!! I'll be finished with that in a few days. So never fear! I shall be finished soon!! ^_^

And I'd like to say to everyone: THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY!!! I never thought I'd ever get that many people to read. I'm so… ::sob:: I just love you all!!! And I don't even think that this is all that great. But you proved me otherwise. Thank you thank you thank you!!! Read on! And review too.

Kristina Chang