Chapter 3

-Common Room 10: 45 pm-

"Let's get going!" I said to Draco who was still eyeing the muggle clothes I conjured up for him. He was in a black t- shirt and baggy jeans. Actually, he looked quite good.

Dare I say it, hot.

I myself was wearing a black tank top with a see through pink blouse over it with faded jeans.

The joy of muggle fashion.

"I can't believe that this what muggles wear all the time. It's so… so… common." I laughed at that.

"Well, I guess you can take the pureblood out of the rich, but you can't take the rich out of the pureblood." He made a face at me.

"Let's just go."

-Gryffindor Common Room-

I whispered the password to the portrait and stepped in the common room.

Whoa.

That would be the only word to describe the place. It was only 11:30 and the place was already a total mess. People were making out, including Harry and Ron with these two girls whose faces I couldn't see much to my disgust, drinking firewhiskey, playing strip poker, and I'm sure I saw a couple sneak into a room somewhere.

To my right, I heard a laugh.

"So this is what kind of parties you guys throw," Draco commented. "I must say I like it." With that, half the girls in the room turned around and stared at him and started to ogle.

Pavarti, in particular, smirked. All of a sudden, she cried out, "Hey everyone! In a circle! Time to play a game."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and came over. Except those two people who went off into a room somewhere. Honestly, how vulgar.

"Ok, people. Time for the main event." A couple of people snickered. "Truth or dare." I, as well as some others, let out a whoop.

"Who brought the veritaserum?" She looked around.

"I did," called out a voice. A Hufflepuff named Kyle came up and handed her the vile.

"Ok, now that we're all set… who wants to go first?"

"I will!" Lavender Brown put her finger to her chin trying to decide who she would pick. "Ron, truth or dare?"

He perked up. "Dare."

"Hmm….what should we do with you?" She snapped her fingers. "I dare you to take off your shirt and swing it around singing, Hallelujah, its raining men!" A giggle swept around the room, mostly the females, who longed to see his body.

His face flushed as he slowly took off his white t- shirt, earning numerous catcalls and wolf whistles.

He began singing, and as much as I tried to be a good friend, I couldn't help myself. "Louder!" I yelled as a new wave of laughter took over my body.

"Hallelujah, it's raining men!" He sang very off tune. Finally, he finished and sat back down, forgetting momentarily that he still was topless. I'm sure a plenty amount of girls were grateful for that.

"Ok, it's my turn now. Harry. Truth or dare?"

"Mate, I'm not a wuss. But I'm not stupid either. Truth."

"You coward. Fine, take the veritaserum." He handed Harry the vile and watched him take a sip.

"Ok, shoot."

"Alrighty… this past week, you've been crushing on someone and you haven't told me who. So… who?"

Harry turned as red as Ron's hair. He coughed. "Ron, please don't hurt me…. Ginny."

At that, all the color drained from Ron's face. "Y- you mean…" He looked at Ginny then back at Harry. "That was who you were sn- snogging just now?"

Harry gulped then nodded.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" He lunged for him and started to strangle him as he panted out words.

"Stay- away- from- my- sister- you- bloody-"

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Ginny shouted, making an uncanny impression of her mother. Ron stopped strangling Harry immediately and ran a hand through his hair.

"Heh heh. Sorry, mate. Alright there?" He smiled weakly.

Harry frowned then smiled, rubbing his sore neck. "All's good. But next time Ron, I'll get you back."

"Anyways, it's my turn. Hermione. Truth or dare?"

I felt my palms start to sweat already. But I didn't show it. "Well, I'm no coward. Dare."

He smirked at me playfully. "Confident, aren't you? Well, we'll see about that. I dare you to kiss Malfoy for atleast a full minute!"

My and Draco's and everyone else in the room's jaw dropped simultaneously. "Harry," I hissed at him. "What the bloody hell are you saying?"

"Yeah, Harry. What the bloody hell are you saying?" Ron nudged his side harshly.

"You heard me." He sat back, putting his hands behind his head.

"Oh, you're evil, Potter." I heard Draco say beside me. "I must say, I'm surprised at your Slytherin behavior."

"From you, Malfoy, I'll take that as a compliment. Now get to snogging." I glared at him. I turned my body toward Draco and he did the same, receiving some animalistic howls from our audience.

"Let's just do this and get it over with." I said to him, sighing.

"Ladies first," he said suavely. Over his shoulder, I saw Serena looking at us curiously.

I shrugged and leaned in until our lips were getting closer… closer… closer…when they finally touched.

I didn't expect them to be so soft. And warm. Oh bloody hell. Pretty soon, I felt his hands groping my waist and his hair slipping in my fingers.

I guess we went a little over because next thing I know, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I finally realized what I was doing and quickly pulled away, blushing like mad probably.

"Um… minute's up," Harry said sheepishly. I looked around the room. Some people were suppressing laughter, most of them were open mouthed in shock, and one, Ron, was fuming.

"Uh…I think I'll just… I'll just leave the party now, you know…" I said, backing away toward the door, bumping into a couch. "Well, see you all tomorrow…" I reached the portrait and ran out of there like there was no tomorrow.

I ran until I reached the head common room where I could finally relax and sort out my thoughts.

What was that? One minute, I'm all good, just waiting for the kiss to be over so I can continue with the party, and the next, I'm full on snogging Draco Malfoy in front of all the people to see. Then I run out of the room.

Smooth, Granger. Real smooth.

More importantly, what was with all that passion? How could I not have even noticed my hands going up to his head, pulling at his hair?

I don't like him, do I?

I mean, that is not even possible to think of. Me, a Gryffindor, and him, a Slytherin? Together? Then again, we're friends and no one objected to that. But lovers?

No! I scolded myself. Don't even think like that!

So its settled. I don't like him. I don't like Draco Malfoy. It was… it was just hormones. Yes. Hormones. That's what it was. Raging teenage hormonal imbalances beyond my psychological control.

Whew.

Just then a knock on the portrait snapped me out of my reverie.

"Hermione? Are you in there?" It was Draco's voice. Oh Merlin! I wasn't ready to face him yet!

"Yeah, hold on." I opened the portrait, revealing a very distressed looking Draco.

"Are you okay?" He asked me cautiously.

Okay, play it cool. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, the way you ran out of there like that," He ran his hand through his already mussed up hair. Oh lordie, I wanted to feel that…

What the fuck?! What did I just think?!

"Well, you seemed… flustered about what happened. But you're okay?"

"Of course. I mean, it was awkward, but it meant nothing, right?"

"Right." Hmm. How disappointing.

Disappointing?! Okay, I gotta stop thinking like this.

"Well, good. So nothing changed between us, right? We're still good friends and everything?" I asked him.

He smiled. "You got it."

I faked a yawn. "Well, I'm getting exhausted. I'm off to bed."

Actually, I just all of a sudden got into a foul mood. No clue why, I just did. Plus, I need to think things through more clearly.

Like if I'm infatuated with my roommate or not. Because clearly, I wasn't sure at all.