SPIN THE BOTTLE

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A/N: Wow, a lot of reviews peeps. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!!!!!! ¿Hablas espanol? Just wondering. This chapter has a twisterooni!!

Chapter Eleven- Torn

The outfit was green and silver. The tux was silver, shirt green, and pants silver. He looked like an obsessive fan of Slytherin. Hermione suddenly stopped, "I forgot one tiny thing," she waved her wand, "the tie." It was striped with green and silver. "You're kidding, right?" he looked scared.

"I'm not unless you make my dress MATCH the emeralds, not pink, and you take away the V-Neck. Or, add sleeves. I'll wear the V-Neck with sleeves."

"Fine. Bring the dress."

"Accio dress."

"Okay, I'll change the color to green or keep it pink, even though you don't want pink, and add mother of pearls instead of emeralds."

"Fine, put mother of pearls. The V-Neck?"

"I'll criss-cross strings across it." Please agree, Hermione.

"Fine, you can wear black and silver," she waved her wand, "There you go."

"Hey, that's not much better."

"You never said I had to make it great."

"I'm going to change the dress back."

"I doubt it."

"Why?"

"Cause green and orange are just horrendous together, don't you think?" she smirked. He glared back. "I'll try the dress on, if you want," she had no reason to, but she figured it would be good to see how it fit.

"Sure," he said. He wanted desperately to see her. She walked into the bathroom and slid it on. God, she thought, this is extremely revealing. She acciod the shoes and the crown. She thought the gloves were just weird. After putting on everything and doing her hair, she watched the door fall out of its hinges. I guess it likes it too. She could almost hear Draco's jaw drop as well as seeing it. And he had a reason to be heard. The dress accentuated all the right places and fell just below her knees. He stared for a few moments and then walked over, "How do you do it?"

"Do what?" she asked, and smiled, bringing him even closer to loosing control.

"Make the dress...work. Pansy couldn't do that."

"You really want to compare me with Pansy again?"

"No, sorry, it slipped out."

"Well, lets slip it back in, shall we?"

He grinned. He was sure she hadn't meant it that way, but she was going to in a second. As their lips touched, a fire burned. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer. As she kissed him back, her hands absentmindedly stroked his hair. After a minute, they pulled away. "Imagine what the dress would've done without the strings." Draco thought out loud.

Hermione glared and slapped him.

While leaving, she heard, "Ow." She grinned.

That Sunday

Once again feeling revealed, Hermione meant Draco in his lovely costume on the seventh floor. He opened a door in the wall. As she walked in, her jaw dropped. "The portraits." She said and smiled. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked Draco, while knowing the reason already.

"To dance."

"Well then...um..." she couldn't really ask him, because that was his job. He helped her out, though.

"Shall we?"

At that moment, a slow song started, "I suppose we shall." He pulled her into the embrace that could set her soul on fire. He didn't need a kiss for that. While dancing, she leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, as the song played for what seemed like forever. When she looked up, she saw his eyes closed too, his hair falling in his face. She smiled. Then suddenly, FLASH! She whirled around to see Colin Creevey standing behind her. She looked from him to Draco and back to him. Rage boiled behind her eyes, "How dare you?!" she spat at Malfoy, "You pretend you like me just to get a little more publicity?? I bet you've shown thousands of girls the Lake and-and THIS!" she motioned to the dance, "I'm just another fling, aren't I?" But before he could answer, she stomped away.

Malfoy turned to Colin, "Creevey, you've ruined my date. I expect you to help me get her back. And one way to do that would be to keep that picture to yourself!" He left as well, but only after returning the portraits to their rightful positions.

Unfortunately, Colin didn't need pictures to spread rumors. The next day he told everyone a different story until the whole school was an uproar. Hermione didn't need any excuse to go at Malfoy again, "And look at this!" she said, about the students, "What did you feed them? Lies? I dumped you in a fit of rage because of candy?! How dare you!"

Draco looked exactly like he felt...torn into a million little pieces.

A/N: Ah, yes, a conflict. Will it be worked out? Now honestly, what do you think? R&R my lovely comrades.