Pseudo Cinderella and the Slytherin Prince

Chapter 8 No Where to Go

Hermione's POV

A/N: This is a bit longer than usual, but it ties together about three chapters that this originally was. Plus, it's a most crucial chapter. And kinda depressing toward the end. but I LOVE it.

Malfoy rushes over to Zabini and I, his Vampire cape trailing and billowing in fury behind him, reminding me slightly of Professor Snape. Slytherins… Well, at least this causes Zabini to take his hand off my thigh.

"Told you I'd be back," Malfoy shoves Zabini off of the chair Malfoy was originally sitting in. And Zabini doesn't look too happy.

"A'ight, homie. If that's how you wanna play."

"Please, spare me the muggle-talk."

"No. You. Me. Right now." Oh shit. Oops, I swore again. Oh well! I try to get up to prevent the fight I know is about to break out. Oops! Better not try to stand up again. Wow, am I drunk.

"Right now what, Zabini?"

"Let's rumble." Yep. Definitely a fight scene about to happen. Malfoy looks confused at the term 'rumble,' but seems to get the idea once Zabini draws his wand. But Malfoy already had his out…didn't he? Wow, I didn't even see that move. Of course, I can't even see completely straight. Which may be the reason why they seem so blurry...

I hear shouts of random spells; "Serpensortia!" that was malfoy, with his trademark spell. Typical Slytherin. Then, "Take this: REDUCIO!" Uh...that was Zabini? Oh my, who just smashed into a wall? Oh shit, the room's doing that spinny-type thing again.

"Expeliarmus!" That spell is way too over-used. But I guess it works. If you remember to grab the opponent's wand before he can get it back again- "Accio wand!" Ah, there we go. Nice job, Malfoy. 'Nice job Malfoy'? Damn, am I hammered or what? Did I justcuss (in my mind) again?

"I'm 'a open a can a whoop-ass on yo' ass, homie!" Oh, I think that means he's going to start a fist-fight. Does Malfoy even know how to fist-fight? Oh no, I think I'm going to - nope, false alarm. Gods, have I really had that much to drink already? And is it my imagination, or is my glass actually refilling itself? And have I noticed this before?

My worrying is rudely interupted by "Rictusempra!" Rictusempra? The simple laughing charm? THAT's how this fight ends? Why were they fighting anyway? Oh my goodness. It was because of me, wasn't it? I'm the reason these two good friends are dueling at a party? Merlin Hermione, what have you done? I push my way through the crowd, miraculously not losing my balance. I glance quickly over at the adults across the hall. Of course, they're completely oblivious. I don't even think they would have helped out had they known there even was a fight.

"Ar-are you alright?" I hate to admit, but I'm actually concerned about the little ferret. At least he won.

"Yeah, I guess. It just-ow!" Oh, suck it up, you big baby. Well, I guess I should show at least a little sympathy.

"Oh, I'm sorry! That was, um, impressive fighting." Even though the techniques are a little under our school level. "A little childish, but impressive."

"Well, it worked, right?" Hmm, I guess so.

"Hmm, that it did." I give a small smile. My mind's so foggy right now, it almost seems apropriate to give the winner a little 'reward.' I take a step toward him to hint at what I can't believe I'm about to do. Willingly. With a Malfoy. He puts his arm around me and we head for the stairs. For some reason, I like his arm around me. I feel...safe. After all, he did fight Zabini because he was disrespecting me. Right? Isn't that what happened?

"Ouch!" Oh, and he got injured in doing so. poor thing.

"Oh! Is there anything I can do, D-Draco?" Might as well get used to his first name, right?

"Well, for starters, let's go to the third floor."

"Well…alright." I give yet another sly smile. Actually, I kind of…want to do this. I mean, they don't call him the 'Slytherin Sex god' for nothing, you know.

We make it to the third floor, both supporting eachother; Malfoy supporting me because of my drunkenness, and me supporting him because of his injury. He leads us to the biggest door in the hallway, which I'm assuming means the biggest room. He opens the door, and it certainly must be the biggest- and nicest –room in the whole mansion. I stare in awe at it for a second, then snap back to (what's left of) my senses to notice him staring at me, like he wants something. Oh, right. I sit on the bed and pat it, inviting him to join me. I have to say, I'm a little scared, and intimidated by him. I mean, I'm no virgin, but this is Draco Malfoy we're talking about. But since I've got him all to myself now…and nobody else has to know…

He jumps on the bed and we immediately start a snogging session. WOW. He's a great kisser. A littletoo eager, though.I run my tongue along his fake Vampire fangs. Ow! At least I thought they were fake…authentic, anyway. He licks the blood off my tongue, and then moves to my neck. Is there a reason he's dressed as a Vampire? Oh, I like that, actually. Oh shit, did I just moan? To MALFOY? Oh Hell, what does it matter? All that matters is that I'm enjoying myself. Uh oh, his hand's traveling up under my dress. Little red lights start to flash again in the back of my head. But his touch is so much different than Zabini's. I can't explain it…nor do I want to. I just lose myself in his presence and the moment...now his hand's going up to my face- OH SHIT! My mask! I turn away from him as fast as possible. Good. Mask still on face. I shouldn't be doing this...but why? Why do I feel the strong urge to run away?

"No. Stay," he says, panting. He pulls me into his chest, his hands running over my curves. Oh, that's nice. I like this touch. We continue the snogging, and I wrap my fingers in his hair. His gorgeous hair. God, I just can't get over those fangs. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were real. I lose myself in him again. This is all just so - wait. I'm actually ENJOYING this? His fingers try to unclasp my dress. Oh no, should I let him go all the way? What would my parents say? They'd probably be happy about it. What would Ginny say? Hell, she'd be happy too. And jealous. Oh my gosh, what would Harry and Ron think? They don't have to know. Oh, but they'll be able to tell anyway! Merlin, Malfoy, what is taking you so long with God-damned clasp! Oh bloody Hell, he's undone it. Dear God, what am I doing? Reality hits me in the face in a rush of fast-forworded images of the past three days' events. Mum and dad being squibs. Me being a pureblood. Moving. House elves. The party. Blaise, the fight, the alcohol, Draco - I MEAN MAFOY! MALFOY! Oh my goodness - I pull back, but he's too quick, and grabs my mask instead. I turn my face away just as he removes the mask. I can't let him know what- who- he was about to do.

"Don't leave! Look at me!" He demands. No. I've finally come to my senses. I quickly pull my wand out of the magically camouflaged pocket I sewed in my dress. When you're a junior member of the Order of the Phoenix, you tend to think of these things, just in case the worst happens. Which it has.

"Accio, mask!" I yell. I secure it back in place and rush out the door. Thank Merlin he forgot to put a locking charm on the door. Damn these shoes! Note to self: I'm never wearing high heels again! I can hear his heavy footsteps catching up to me. I reluctantly slow down a bit, to takes these stupid stilettos off. I mange to kick off the left one, and hear Malfoy trip over it. This gives me time to kick off the other one as well. When I decided to go to this party as a modern-day Cinderella, I wasn't expecting to play out a modern-day version of the story. I run barefoot down three flights of stairs, past the entrance to the grand ballroom, and eventually out the main entrance to Zabini Manor. I immediately apparate, tears streaming down my already hot face.

Once back in my room, I look around for my bed, which is hard to do due to both my tears and intoxicated state, not to meantion everything's dark. Why aren't the outside lights on the house turned on? Mum always leaves them on, no matter what. So I still can' find my bed. And I'm in desperate need of its comfort right now."Lumos," I choke out. I look around, everything still in a hazy blur. THERE IS NOTHING IN MY ROOM. Not even the baby blue wallpaper. I stumble over to the window. My initials are still there, carved into the sill with a metal nail file. This is my room. My parents must have decided to move earlier than they told me. I guess they thought a party would be the perfect distraction. Only I'm not there. Merlin knows when they'll be picking me up there.Oh no, what am I going to do? Is the refrigerator still there? Is the electricity even on?Is anyone goig to find me here? And how am I going to find my parents? And...and...I caan't breath! The tears and fear and self-pitty and disappointment are blocking my trachea.I sit in the middle of my former bedroom floor and almost literally cry my eyes out. This is the worst night I have ever had to experience. And the worst part of it is, that no one even knows I've experienced it.