A/N: [fans self] This is the last one for now. Ultimate test. Ready, kiddies?

Disclaimer: You know. JK.

"I've looked everywhere, I can't find what that means." Hermione pointed to the bracelet that covered Rianne's mark.

"Hermione, don't worry about it." Rianne grinned. Ron was throwing paper airplanes every which way and they came back. He was bored out of his mind. Harry was at Quidditch practice.

"It's going to bother me," She slammed another book shut. She grinned evilly. "I do know what that mark means." Rianne looked around.

"You can't see it can you?" She over-accessed on the makeup to conceal the hickey.

"Not really," Ron said in a mild drone. He built another plane.

"Harry just can't control himself around you," Hermione giggled. Ron paused making his airplane.

"i Harry /i did that?" His eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Maybe," Rianne muttered. Hermione squealed.

"Did he ask you to the ball yet?" She leaned over the book of i Symbols and Markings /i/

"No," Hermione's smile faded. Rianne propped her feet up on the wooden table. "But Draco Malfoy did."

Ron spoke up from his daze. "Gave you a hickey?"

"Yes," Rianne said automatically. She mentally kicked herself in the head when Ron and Hermione's eyes widened in shock. Her tongue tied and she couldn't go back.

"He i what?!/i" Hermione's voice could be heard all over the library. Ron told her to shut up. "Rianne! You didn't stop him?!"

Rianne sighed in frustration. She explained what she told Harry, only more intricately for their understandings.

Hermione looked disgusted. "You know, we could probably use that as an advantage," Ron said.

"Ron!" Hermione had another outburst. The librarian told her to hush.

"I'm serious! Think about it, Hermione. This could actually put Malfoy off of our backs."

"Ron, common sense. Rianne doesn't want to even go near him. I wouldn't either."

"Thank you, Hermione." Rianne sat back and folded her arms. "He told me he'd leave me alone if I kissed him. That was the second day of school." She bit her nails. "Can imagine where that led."

"That's what Headless Nick was talking about," Ron said.

"He's a snake." Hermione scowled. "You know that already three girls asked him to the ball?" Hermione stated unbelievingly. Ron got up to throw his paper masterpieces away. "He turned all three down... Now I know why." Rianne looked down at the table. "Sorry,"

"It's alright. I'm not going with him."

Hermione giggled. "Imagine what people would say if you did go with him,"

"He always gets what he wants?"

"Who i are /iyou going with?"

"I thought that maybe we could double date or something. You and Ron; me and Harry."

"I'm i not/i going with Ron." She furrowed her brows.

"You want him." Rianne laughed.

"Of course she does! Who could resist the Weasley-charm?" Ron said smugly.

"You guys sicken me,"

Rianne watched as two girls slavered over Draco. They put on pouty faces as he rejected their proposal to take him to the dance. Rianne shook her head.

"Who would want to go with that ugly son-of-a-bitch?" Harry took a bite of his chicken. Rianne looked at him over her goblet.

"It's not that he's ugly. In fact, it's the exact opposite." Harry, as well as Hermione and Ron, glared at her with disbelief. "I don't think he's gorgeous or anything, but that's the reason they're asking him."

"Harry, are you going to ask Cho?" Hermione inquired.

"I thought we were going together? As a foursome sort of deal?" Rianne was ignored.

"Remember our last time we went out? Chaos."

"Who's Cho?"

"Harry's ex-girlfriend."

"She wasn't my girlfriend."

Hermione looked at him. "She was Harry's ex-girlfriend." And laughed.

"I had someone in mind I was going to ask," Rianne's ears perked up. "Ashley Guinmire" Rianne's heart dropped.

"Ashley? Why her? She's a giraffe! Her neck is at least two feet long." Hermione eye Rianne. Rianne shook her head at her. "But you must like giraffes."

Rianne took a bite of the meat on her plate and grimaced.

"Harry, didn't you ask her already?" Ron questioned. Harry sighed.

"She accepted." Harry grinned. Ron gave him a high five. Hermione looked at Rianne, who stared at her plate. Her stomach took two lazy turns. It already disagreed with what she ate. She drank from her goblet to keep her food in her stomach.

"I can't believe you're going with Ash- OW!" Hermione elbowed Ron. "What was that for?" Harry shot Rianne a quick glance. She was pale.

"You alright?" He asked her. She got up and ran to the bathroom.

"Oh," Hermione got up and followed her. When she reached the bathroom, she saw Moaning Myrtle trying to peer over the stall and grin at Rianne, who was puking out her insides. "Rianne, are you alright?"

Rianne pushed open the stall and ran a hand through her hair. Myrtle giggled. "Didn't like what I ate." Her hand fled to her abdomen. She was at once was reminded of Draco's hands moving all over her body.

"Sorry about Har-"

"Don't worry about it." She groaned.

"Come on. Do you think you should go back and get to bed or something?"

"No, I'm better." Rianne lied.

"I'm never eating again," Rianne told her plate.

Harry avoided by all means any eye contact. Ron went for second helpings.

"Weasley, you better fill up on those potatoes. When you go home your family can't afford that much food!" Malfoy shouted. Rianne groaned and rested her head on her palms.

i Please don't say anything to me, you motherfucker. /i

Draco didn't need to. She felt an arm around her shoulders. She didn't bother look up, she could smell him.

"Wrong table, Malfoy." She heard Hermione say. He ignored her.

"Hey, Potter, I'm taking Rianne here to the dance." He smiled smugly.

"No he's not," Rianne said through her hands. Malfoy pulled her closer. Ron's words ran through her head: i We could use this to our advantage /i. No. She wasn't about to go and make Harry jealous. She discarded the idea.

"You're at the wrong table, Malfoy. Go harass some other girl." Ron said through his teeth.

"Harass? Weasley there's a fine difference between harassing and loving." Malfoy smirked. "Of course you would need an extra penny to be taught that." Rianne's hands dropped to the clothed table.

"Draco, go away. That's getting old." Her head swam as she looked into his icy blue eyes. She felt his eyes slide up and down her body.

"Draco, go to your own table." Hermione threatened.

"What are you going to do, Granger? Wipe your mudblood germs on me?" He slurred.

"Draco, stop." Rianne glared at him. Surprised again, he shoved his lips on hers. She heard Hermione gasp. It wasn't the grape juice she tasted. Definitely wine... or beer. He nuzzled her neck. At once she was overwhelmed with laziness, not able to fight back.

Why weren't they doing anything? They weren't helping at all.

Draco too her hand and put it on his arousal. "You see what you're doing to me?" His breath reeked of alcohol. The fellow Gryffindors paused eating to watch.

"Malfoy-"

Draco's head shot up. "Don't you dare tell me to back away from her, Potter." He growled.

Hermione looked at Rianne. She looked lifeless. She looked like a damned zombie. Harry had a recurring thought. i "He like... sucks the energy out of me." /i His fingernails bit into the wooden table.

Draco pressed his lips to Rianne's before whispering "You're mine," He got up and went back to his own table and downed his goblet. He motion for Crabbe and Goyle to follow him to the Slytherin tower.

Rianne sat motionless. She thought if she moved everyone would hate her for what happened. She felt Harry grab her arm and follow Ron and Hermione up the stairs to the Gryffindor tower.

Rianne rested her head on her arms. "You guys hate me now, don't you." Her voice was muffled by her sweatshirt.

"You weren't kidding," Rianne looked up at Harry with her gray eyes. "He does suck the energy out of you. We could see it."

"He was drunk,"

Hermione sighed. "What are you going to do about the ball?"

"Hermione, I think the ball is the least of her worries now." Ron conveyed, which was quite smart.

"I'll stay here." Harry stared at her.

"You wont, you'll go, or else he knows you're here alone while the younger grades are still in class. He'll find a way to get to you." Harry said

"He will not. That fat lady will keep him out."

"There are spells to get in, Rianne. And he'll do that or threaten someone to give him the password." Hermione looked at her friend knowingly.

"I'm not going. I'll hide in the closet or something. I'm not going to any ball."

"Because Harry won't take you?" Ron said, dumbfounded. Easy come, easy go. Smart streak was gone. Hermione flashed him a famous evil glare. Harry bent down to Rianne's eye level.

"Is that why, or is it Malfoy? Tell me the truth." His green eyes glinted in the firelight.

Rianne raised her head and rested her chin on her arm. She had a sudden wonder what Harry would look like in a Speedo. She reached out and touched his hair, her bracelets making small 'clinks' as her arm moved. "You're going with Ashley the Giraffe," Hermione laughed. She dragged Ron away to leave them alone.

Harry brought her hand down to his lips and kissed it. "Why didn't you ask?"

"Why didn't you?" She challenged her arm to start to scream with pain as Harry moved forward and whispered in her ear.

"I'll tell her something came up," His lips brushed against her cheek and settle on hers.

Her arm didn't cry in pain. It threatened to put so much weight on it would fall off on its own. Rianne broke the kiss.

"We can't keep doing this," She said under her breath. She attained the fact that Ron and Hermione weren't present.

"Oh, why not, Rianne? Because Draco is going to beat me up for kissing his girl?" Rianne sprung back at his sudden raise of voice. She got up off the couch.

"You knew that wasn't what I meant," She said softly.

"Alright, Rianne, then what i did /iyou mean? Because I'm finding it a damn hard pill to swallow that you don't want Malfoy all over you." He struck a nerve.

"You know damn well I don't want him on me, Harry. I thought you fucking understood that. Are you only coming on to me because you're jealous? What if he went for Hermione? Would you start seducing her, too?"

"Jealous? Of that creep?"

"Yes, because that I'm in your little circle of Gryffindor fans and no one outside can have me." She watched as Harry's eyes widened.

"Bullshit,"

"Exactly. And to think you even cared about a train wreck like me." Rianne rounded the corner to head upstairs. Harry grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall. How many times has that happened since she came here? He kissed her furiously.

"You know I care, Devant. I wouldn't be breaking a date with Ashley if it meant your welfare."

"Then go with her, I told you I'd be fine." He kissed her again, not as roughly as he had just done.

"I've changed my mind," He sowed damp kisses into the soft flesh of her neck. Her arm went limp with agony. He shouted, backed away and grabbed his abdomen. "Christ, if you didn't want that you could've said something. No need for physical interference." He adjusted his glasses.

"I didn't touch you,"

"Damn right, you punched me."

"I did not!" He looked up at her from the ground. She walked over and straddled his hips. He raised his eyebrows. Rianne removed his glasses and kissed him.

"Why the fuck would you punch me?" He asked under her lips.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Shut your hole," Harry chuckled and wrapped his arm in her hair. The pain in Rianne's arm was forming tears in her eyes. It hurt. She still ignored it and allowed Harry to back her up into the side of the couch, not breaking the kiss. His hand stroked her inner thigh, as he listened, satisfied to hear Rianne groan. His eyes fluttered shut as she nibbled on his earlobe.

The sound of the stomach-filled Gryffindors were heard outside the entrance to the tower. Harry pulled away reluctantly. She laughed as they filed and kissed Harry goodnight.

"Looks like you're going with Harry then?" Hermione asked as Rianne removed her makeup. She nodded at Hermione's reflection. "I still don't have anyone to go with."

"Oh, Hermione, just ask Ron. Get over it."

"I don't like him."

"Liar, ask him to go, or I'll ask him for you." She was surprised at Hermione's answer.

"He'll say no. Maybe if I was even half as pretty as you are, I could ask someone else."

"Hermione, I'm not pretty. It's the makeup."

"i Draco Malfoy /i asked you. Even if he is a snake, he doesn't ask just anyone." Rianne sat on the bed and looked across at Hermione.

"ASK HIM." She blew out the candle and fell asleep to the sound of Hermione's protests.

Rianne took a deep breath. Maybe she had a bladder-control bathroom. When it was boredom, she had to use the bathroom. Hermione was still fidgeting over asking Ron, and discarded anything Rianne had to say.

Draco wouldn't see her. He's not even in the library.

She shook her head up and told Hermione she was going to the restroom. She walked fast.

It was the worry that stopped her urge to use the bathroom. It over ruled her use to the bathroom. Rianne didn't feel like hearing Moaning Myrtle complained while she tried to piss. It didn't sound inviting.

She turned around to go back to the library, when she heard someone whispering a name.

"Laurant,"

She heard it before. Long ago, she couldn't remember when. She turned around and screamed. She almost bit her tongue off in anger.

Face to face with the one and only Draco Malfoy. He only took her hand. She went along with it so she saved the rejection for last.

"I've ordered a tux for our night. It's blue, I think you'll like it." She smiled at him. "That's what I like to see." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Hm, I wonder what color Harry's tux will be; seeing as he's taking me and all." Draco's hand felt cold in hers. "I've already got something to wear."

"He's taking that Ashley girl, I'm taking you."

Rianne laughed, she didn't feel weak anymore. "You've got it wrong, babe. Harry's taking me, end of story." To add to it, she kissed Draco on the cheek and started to walk away. He pressed her against the wall. Rianne immediately prayed for someone to walk down and see him do this.

"Rianne, you said you'd go with me." His eyes were a veil of silver.

"No I didn't, you were making me go with you." He was shaking. "What's wrong with you?" He kissed her intimately.

"Rianne, you have to go with me." He pleaded. He slipped his hand and weaved it into hers. He put something cold on her palm, and closed her fingers over it. "You i have /ito." He whined, and kissed her again.

"Draco, what's wrong? Seriously," She was expecting him to shout at her to go with him. This... this was unexpected.

"Go with me, Rianne." He wreathed his lips into hers, playing with them gently. And spoke so softly she could barely hear him:

"My lord insists it. Your father i insists /i it."

A/N: Off for a break. [fans self] Don't worry, Felton-fans, Draco hasn't gone looney. No-siree. Review on, loveys.