The Party of the Year
Hermione managed to avoid Malfoy for the rest of the week. She knew he was looking for her, knew that he wanted to talk to her, but she didn't care. What kind of a guy would act so sweet and amazing to a girl one day, then completely disregard the fact that a bunch of people are making fun of her the next? Malfoy, that's who. Hermione didn't need him. She had a date with Harry to look forward to. However, looking forward to it was as far away from the truth as possible. The truth is, she's dreading it. She doesn't know what Harry expects; she had only meant it to be a friendly date. Not a 'will-you-be-my-girlfriend?' date.
Anyways, Saturday night approached rather quickly and Hermione was stuck by herself in her room trying to figure out what to wear. She decided to leaf through a clothing store magazine from Hogsmeade and have the dress of her choice flown in by owl, seeing as she didn't own any appropriate dresses. So, she skimmed through the pages of the magazine, each passing page causing her hopes to go further and further down. None of the dresses seemed appropriate. Nothing that she'd want to wear, anyway-
Wait a sec! Hermione thought to herself. She pointed her finger at a dress that stood out more then any of the others had. It was a navy blue dress, very short and tying up around the neck. Very simple, yet very gorgeous. She was sure to be noticed wearing this. So, she cut out the picture, grabbed sixty-two sickles and placed it all in the pouch that was tied around the foot of the owl she received for becoming Head Girl. She watched the owl take off, and not even twenty minutes later it returned with a large package. Hermione eagerly tore the box apart and pulled out the same, navy blue dress that she had been gazing longingly at only minutes before. Beautiful. She thought. She quickly undressed and slipped into the dress. This time, Hermione allowed her hair to be loose and drape around her shoulders. After applying a bit of makeup and some last minute touch-ups, Hermione felt ready to face the world. She left her bedroom and made her way out to the common room.
She looks beautiful. Malfoy thought as Hermione emerged into the common room. He was standing there in dress pants and a nice shirt, holding a dozen red roses and smiling broadly.
"Beautiful." Malfoy voiced aloud. "Just beautiful. Now let's go."
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked.
"Let's go. To the party. You know… dancing, hanging out, that kind of a thing?" Malfoy asked as though Hermione did not know what a party was.
"Duh!" Hermione said, angrily. "What I mean to say is that I'm going with someone else."
"Someone else?" Malfoy asked, skeptically.
"Yeah. Is it that hard to believe?" Hermione challenged.
"Who?" Malfoy demanded.
"Harry." Hermione whispered.
"Sorry, who?" Malfoy repeated.
"Harry." Hermione said louder.
"Potter? Ha! Oh god that's hilarious!" Malfoy clutched his ribs and grabbed the couch to stop himself from falling over from laughing. "Potter!"
"I'm not kidding, Malfoy." Hermione said after his laughing died down.
"But Potter hates you." Malfoy stated. "You tease him then drop him. Now you go out with him? There is seriously something wrong with you, Granger."
"Oh, Draco!" cried one of the mermaids.
"What?" Malfoy demanded.
"There's someone here for Miss Granger. A Mr Harry Potter. A very attractive Harry Potter." The mermaid giggled.
"I suppose I should be going." Hermione said. "I'll…er… see you there. Bye."
Before Malfoy could say anything clever to save the moment, Hermione climbed out of the portrait hole. Harry gazed at her. "You look beautiful." He complimented.
"You don't look to bad yourself." Hermione teased.
Harry smiled and extended an arm. "Shall we?"
"Yup." Hermione said, accepting his arm. They walked together down the several flights of steps in silence until they reached the Room of Requirement. There was no noise coming from it, causing Hermione to assume that the party had a silencing charm placed around it, therefore teachers were not aware that this party was going on.
They entered and were greeted by Lavender and Parvati, giggling and thanking Harry and Hermione for coming. The Room of Requirement could not have looked any different from the DA Room. The party room was vast; its enormity shocked Hermione. It was bigger than the Great Hall! There was a band on stage in the far left corner, and in the far right corner there was a cluster of multi colored couches (for just hanging out). On the right side of the room there was also a bar. Odd. There can't be alcohol here.
"Parvati, you guys aren't serving alcohol, are you?" Hermione screamed over the loud music.
"Of course!" Parvati screamed back. "It's a party!"
"Parvati, I'm Head Girl-" Hermione began to explain.
"Oh, Hermione!" Lavender whined. "Live a little! Have some fun! Don't ruin this for everyone!"
"Come on Hermione, it's only one night. Nothing's going to happen." Harry said right in her ear so she could understand him perfectly.
"Well, okay!" Hermione shouted.
Harry led Hermione into the crowd of people. They began to dance to the music, Harry twirling Hermione around the dance floor. They swayed to the rhythm, but there was absolutely no chemistry in Hermione's opinion. Halfway through the second song, Harry leaned in and pecked Hermione on the lips. Hermione smiled (though it was very forced), but her smile grew broader as she reminisced about her kiss with Draco…
Harry grinned. He had made Hermione smile and look all dreamy. They continued to dance, and after about three songs Ginny butt in.
"Hey, Hermione. Do you mind if I dance with Harry?" she asked, politely.
"No, of course not!" Hermione cried, thankful to have a reason to be excused.
Harry looked disappointed, but took Ginny and began to dance with her. Hermione made her way through the crowd, but did not manage to get out before she bumped into Malfoy.
"Look, Malfoy-" Hermione began.
"Shhh." Malfoy shushed, placing a finger on Hermione's lips. He motioned for her to listen just as a slow song came on. He held out his hand as an invitation and Hermione hesitantly took it. Malfoy's arms slipped around Hermione's waist and her hands wrapped themselves around his neck. They then began to sway to the music. Once again, Hermione felt incredibly safe in the arms of Malfoy. Why does he make me feel this way? She asked herself angrily. But then she told herself to shut up. She just wanted to savor the moment.
Once the song ended, they broke apart.
"Want a drink?" Malfoy offered.
"Um, sure." Hermione said. So, they shoved their way out of the crowd of dancing Hogwarts students to the bar.
"Two beers, please." Malfoy told the bartender.
Hermione shot him a piercing look.
Malfoy sighed. "Okay, never mind. Two sodas." he turned to Hermione. "Happy?"
"Very." Hermione smiled.
The bartender magicked two glasses of soda for Hermione and Malfoy. However, before they could even say a word to each other, Pansy appeared. She did not even take notice of Hermione.
"Drakie, let's dance!" She whined.
"No, not now-" Malfoy said.
"Come on, Drakie! I want to dance!" She tugged at his arm and pulled him out onto the dance floor. Malfoy looked desperately at Hermione, but she just laughed silently at him and gave him a look that showed no pity whatsoever.
Suddenly, Hermione had to go to the bathroom. She got up and found her way, took a quick pee and returned to the bar. She picked up her drink and sipped at it while looking around at all the dressed up Hogwarts students. She spotted Ron dancing with Hannah Abbott, Harry still dancing with Ginny, Draco dancing with Pansy… the pairs dancing were unlimited. Hermione enjoyed sitting there, watching them.
She continued to sip at her drink before a tall, muscular figure appeared in front of her. "Hey Hermione." It was Ace.
"Hello, Ace." Hermione sighed.
"How are you doing?" Ace asked.
"Good. Fine." She chugged the rest of her drink down.
"Can we go sit on the couches?" Ace asked.
"Yeah, sure." Hermione said. So, she got up and headed for the rest area. "Oh wait, I want another drink-"
"Don't worry, I'll get it." Ace offered. Hermione took a seat on a bright, yellow couch and waited for Ace to return with a drink for her. Once he did, she quickly took a sip while Ace made himself comfortable.
"The soda sure tastes funny tonight!" Hermione shouted over the music.
"Yeah, mine does too." Ace said, holding up his drink.
"Hey, Hermione!" Ron yelled as he took a seat across from her on a vibrant blue couch, accompanied by Hannah. He threw Ace a look of disgust.
"Hey!" Hermione shouted. "What's up?"
"Nothing. We're tired though, aren't we?" Ron asked Hannah. Hannah smiled and nodded as she kissed Ron. Suddenly, their kiss turned from gentle and innocent to wild and passionate.
Hermione looked away. She once again chugged down the rest of her drink, then turned to Ace and pointed at Ron and Hannah. "Someone's having fun tonight, aren't they?" She yelled.
Ace smiled and nodded. "Hold on, I'm going to get you another drink."
Hermione nodded vigorously and engrossed herself in a funny conversation with Dean Thomas while waiting for Ace. Once he returned, Hermione guzzled her drink down. She had soda after soda after soda, and eventually she grew weary of sitting down and pulled Ace out onto the dance floor.
They began dancing innocently, but soon Hermione's dancing went from innocent to coarse as she turned and began rubbing her body up and down against him. She turned around and without warning, she grabbed the back of his head with one hand and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. She forced her tongue into Ace's mouth and fought with his, not backing down. She jumped up into Ace's arms so that he was carrying her by her ass while she continued to have a heated make out session with him in the middle of the dance floor.
"You're so hot, Ace!" Hermione shouted into his ear.
"How hot?" Ace asked.
"Really hot!" Hermione giggled.
"Want me to show you just how hot I can get?" Ace asked in a seductive voice.
"Hell yeah!" Hermione cried. So, Ace grabbed her hand and the two made their way across the dance floor to the opposite side of the room where the exit door was. However, just before they managed to escape, Malfoy blocked the exit.
"Where are you going?" Malfoy asked Hermione. He shot a dark, quizzical look at Ace.
"Oh Draco, you're such a worry-wart!" Hermione laughed, poking Malfoy in the chest. "We're just going to have a little fun, don't you worry!"
"No, I don't think so." Malfoy said. "You're coming with me, Granger."
"NO!" Hermione shrieked. "Ace is going to show me how hot he can get. I don't want to miss out! You can come!"
Malfoy looked revolted. "No thank you! As Head Boy, you're coming with me and that's final."
"Fuck you, Malfie!" Hermione said. "He loves me! Look!" Hermione turned to face Ace and kissed him passionately once more.
"That's not love!" Malfoy shouted. "Now come on!"
"Dude, get out of the way." Ace said, finally stepping up. "Hermione wants a real man, not some punk wannabe with ugly hair. Now, we're going to have sex. I can tape it for you if you'd like, seeing as you're never going to have her-"
SMACK!
Half of the room stopped in mid-dance to watch Malfoy's fist collide with the side of Ace's face. Ace was down in that one shot. He was not worried about his rep at the moment; he was only worried that his face was not too badly damaged.
"Come on, Hermione." Malfoy said. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the Room of Requirement.
"Bye, Acey!" Hermione cried in a very loud whisper. "I'll call you!"
Once Hermione and Malfoy were out in the hallway, Hermione collapsed into Malfoy's arms.
"Brilliant." Malfoy muttered to himself. "Just brilliant."
It took all of the strength he had to haul Hermione up what felt like a thousand flights of stairs until they reached the portrait of the mermaids.
"Hello, Draco." The black haired mermaid greeted, smiling and batting her eyes at him.
"Just open up, please. Silver Meadow." Malfoy ordered.
"Okay." The black haired mermaid said sounding rather disappointed at the lack of attention she received from him.
Malfoy heaved Hermione onto the couch, then muttered a spell that conjured a cloth and a bowl of cold water. Malfoy soaked the cloth in the water, then placed it carefully across Hermione's forehead, not knowing what else to do.
About ten minutes later, Hermione came around. She was still drowsy, but felt a bit better than she did before.
"What… what happened?" Hermione asked to no one in particular.
"I think Ace might have spiked your drinks." Malfoy presumed.
Hermione laughed. "Right! That's it, Draco. Ace, the boy who likes me, spiked my drinks. Ha! That's a good one!"
"I'm serious, Granger. Have you ever even been drunk before?" Malfoy asked.
"Oh yeah, all the time. I'm a full-time alcoholic during the summer holidays." Hermione snickered, obviously joking.
"I don't see how you find this funny." Malfoy said. "Ace spiked your drinks so that he could take you away someplace private and do the deed with you."
"So?" Hermione asked, still laughing. "I could have used with a bit of fun. That party wasn't quite what I expected. Rather boring, really."
"You know what, obviously you're still drunk." Malfoy said. "So you should just go to bed and I'll talk to you in the morning."
"I don't want to go to bed!" Hermione shrieked. "I want fun! Parvati and Lavender promised me fun and I didn't get it! Stupid little gits." She then stared at Malfoy and her face lit up as though a light bulb went off in her head. "We could have fun!"
"I'm not really up for Twister, thanks-" Malfoy began.
"Not Twister!" Hermione grinned, deviously. "How was it that you put it? Do the deed? Ha! That is so funny!" She began to cackle with laughter again.
"What?" Malfoy asked, obviously clueless.
"Let's do it!" Hermione cried. She leaped on top of Malfoy and pinned him to the couch. "Let's have sex!"