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Chapter One: The Party Incident

"Wonderful!" muttered Hermione. "Look what McGonagall's done! All because of the song that stupid hat sang last year! A party. With Gryffindor AND Slytherin? Are they mad?"
"Mmmph," snorted Ron, "That's it. They've all gone nutters. Absolutely bonkers!"
Harry chuckled. "Well, it'll be interesting to see how the Slytherins react, now won't it?"
"Definitely. When is it Hermione? Six thirty tonight?" Ron asked.
"Yes. And EVERYONE has to check in. Its ridiculous!" Hermione answered.
"But I haven't been feeling well yesterday and today. I think I had too many chocolate frogs." Harry and Hermione looked skeptical. "I really feel sick!" Ron insisted.
Suddenly Snape rounded the corner. "There'll be no faking sick to get out of the gathering, Mr. Weasley. And," he eyed them all coldly, "there will be no tricks from you three." With that, he whirled around and went from which he came.
"How DOES he do that?" Ron asked no one in particular.

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The party was, of course, a dud. No one was having fun, and the Gryffindors were on the opposite side of the room, far away from the Slytherins. Dumbledore, the last supervisor to leave, told Hermione to "mix it up a bit". Hermione wondered what could possibly get Slytherins interested, when an idea popped into her head. It's perfect...she thought. Since she was in her 6th year, and a prefect, she had some authority.
"Attention! Will all 5th and 6th years please write their names on a scrap of parchment. Boys, bring yours to Ron, and girls report to me. This includes PREFECTS!" she loudly added when she noticed Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson trying to slip away. Pansy looked disappointed. Draco looked relieved.
Ron fetched a large, gray hat. As he gave his slip, Harry realized Ron looked positively green. He turned to Hermione. "What's going on?" Harry asked.
"Well, as you can see Harry, this party stinks. I'm going to attempt to liven it up with a friendly game of 'Seven Minutes in Heaven'." She winked at him.
Harry burst out laughing. In his mind he could just see it: Slytherins and Gryffindors engaged in a little sexual activity! It was hilarious! "Good luck, Hermione!"
As Ron took the last slip, he shoved the hat into Harry's hands and bolted out the door. Hermione looked after him in concern.
"He is truly ill, isn't he?" she asked.
"Yeah. Poor fellow."
"Hold on a sec, Harry." Louder, she said, "Now everyone, we are playing a game called Seven Minutes in Heaven." A few cheers went up from muggle-borns scattered about, but most gave a quizzical look at Hermione.
"Oh for goodness sakes! We pick a name, a boy and a girl, and they go into a closet and snog for seven minutes." She explained.
"Well POTTER," Draco said from across the room, "It seems there's a first time for everyone!" The rest of the Slytherins started to laugh, but Draco seemed to have more. "And what about Weasley? I thought for sure HE wouldn't miss this." He sneered. "It might be his only chance!" Now he let them laugh.
Ginny giggled at this remark, but Harry sent her a sharp look.
"What? It was funny!" she said. "Gods...I need a drink." Hermione watched with surprise at typically sweet natured Ginny as she went to the punch bowl and tapped it with her wand. "Firewhiskey and Coke for everybody!" she yelled. The Slytherins made a mad rush to the now amber colored bowl.
"Goyle, you get the first drink. Go on." Draco said with a fake, encouraging smile.
"Why?" Goyle asked dumbly.
Crabbe, a little less dense then his counterpart, said, "cause it might be poisoned!" Draco nodded.
"I would never...!!" Ginny exclaimed. "Oh for crying out loud. I'll drink it first." She grabbed a glass and filled it with the liquid. And downed the whole thing.
Harry and Hermione's mouths dropped, while Draco looked on with a grudging respect.
"A Weasley, good for something! Could it be?" He said, taking a glass for himself.
Ginny screamed out of frustration and stalked off...but not before taking two more glasses with her.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Well then. Should we begin?"
Harry picked a name from the hat. Vincent Goyle had to make out with Pansy Parkinson, who screeched like a Horned Owl at the thought of not kissing Draco.
"I'm truly sorry Pansy, once your name is drawn, you get seven minutes in the closet with your partner and then you are done. That's the way it's played," reasoned Hermione.

Ginny watched the exchange from the dark corner. I'm sure she's not that offended, she thought, nursing her drink. After all, she is a slut...Ginny chuckled.
Although, she thought, as her eyes traveled to Malfoy. No! She tore her eyes away. Though, he'd probably be a blast to kiss...Ginny shuddered. If only people knew that all these years she'd been completely in love with Malfoy, not Harry. Sure, she had had a crush on him at first, but Draco... Draco? Eh, well, as long as I don't call him that out loud, she thought with a smile. Ron would flip! Draco...intelligent, hot-oh god is he hot, its evil how sexy he is! Well, plus the fact that he probably IS evil. There was that...
Somewhere, Ginny heard her name. "What?" she said, stumbling to her feet. Whoa, one too many drinks for me!
"Ginny," Harry said, "Now don't get angry, but you're in the closet with Malfoy. Sorry." Harry gave a sympathetic look.
Yes! She thought, trying to keep her face miserable. She sighed. "Well, lets get on with it then," she said. Ginny started to walk.
"Um, Ginny? The closet is that way." Hermione pointed as she took an extremely less nauseous Ron into her arms.
"Oh. Right. Thanks." She saw Hermione give Ron a kiss that just screamed 'I'm so glad you're feeling better!' as she went into the closet and the door shut.
"Do you think she'll be all right? I'm afraid for her." Harry said with concern.
Hermione gazed at Harry. A thought occurred to her. "Actually I think Malfoy's in more trouble," she said, chuckling.

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Ginny was sitting in a corner of the closet. At least I'm sitting on a pillow... she thought.
"Will you kindly get off me, Weasley?" drawled Draco from under her, sounding quite annoyed.
Ginny guessed that when a Malfoy sneered, you knew he was sneering, even when in the dark.
"Oh. Sorry." She stood up, and her head hit the dangling hangers.
"Well, at least there's an Imperturbable Charm on this place. That sounded so wrong!" Ginny giggled.
Malfoy smirked. "I like you better drunk, Weasley."
She smiled back. "I like you better when I'm drunk too. And don't call me Weasley. You might mix me up with my brother, gods forbid..." she added.
"Hmm," was all he said.
"So, are we gonna snog or what?" she asked, sounding a little too eager.
"Well, I understand how extremely irresistible I am," he said in a way only a Malfoy could, "but I don't think your brother would like that, now would he?"
Ginny cocked an eyebrow at Draco.
"Like I give a rat's ass, pardon the pun, what he thinks?" she asked. "Besides, that's partly why I'm doing it."
"Pun? I don't..."
"Ya know! Scabbers the rat? Peter Pettigrew? Wormtail??" she ended on a giggle.
"Ah," he chuckled, "I see. You have a very strange sense of humor, Weas...uh...what should I call you?"
"Virginia will be fine."
"Hmm. I'm beginning to see some potential in you, Virginia." The way he said her name made her shudder. "You almost sound like a Slytherin." He smirked as if that was the highest compliment.
"Actually, the sorting hat wanted to put me there. Said I'd probably do bestest in Slytherin," she frowned at her slur. Draco looked surprised. A Weasley? In Slytherin? Hmm... "But," she said with a sigh, "all Weasleys are in Gryffindor. Of course, they are all prats!"
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Well, they are, aren't they?" she asked.
"Except for you, apparently."
"Why, thanks you." She giggled.
I think I'll raise the temperature a notch. Draco thought, amazed at his own genius. I know! I'll insult her, get her riled up, then kiss her. If she puts half as much passion into kissing as she does fighting, I am in for a treat for sure!
 "Then again," he said, eyeing her, "you are a Weasley. Muggle-lover."
Ginny, who had thought things were going rather well, started to redden.
"Excuse me?" she asked, starting to fume.
"And lets not forget your best friend, Granger..." He goaded some more. Come on, come on...
"Don't...you...d-dare..." she said dangerously, gritting her teeth.
"A mudblood. Poor thing," he finished, pretending to not notice her growing anger.
"You...you...GIT!" she finally sputtered between breaths. YES! he thought. "I'm...going to...KILL...you for...calling her...THAT!" Ginny leapt at Draco, ready to throttle him.
As he caught her, Draco bit back a triumphant smile. His plan had succeeded. He snatched her hands and easily held them away. Then he bent his head and captured her mouth with his...

To say Ginny was surprised was to say the least. The shock that immobilized her at first drifted away, and she started to respond to the kiss.
All the fantasies she had entertained in her mind melted, and the amazing kiss created all new ones. Thoughts that were all the more exciting. More dangerous...

"Firewhiskey," Draco said gallantly after he had pulled away, "Helping Gryffindors get laid for over 50 years!"

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The next day at breakfast, Ginny spent all of the time she was supposed to be using to eat staring at one oblivious Draco Malfoy.
Pansy had noticed, and was shooting her Avada Kedavra glares 'cross the hall. Ginny, however, paid no attention whatsoever to anyone besides Malfoy.
Those eyes...she thought, and the memory of being only mere inches away from them as Draco had leaned in to kiss her came flooding back. Ginny suppressed a pleasurable shudder.
"Hey Gin," Hermione said. Ginny still had her chin in her hands and was looking as if someone had slipped some ecstasy into her drink. "Gin!" Hermione shouted, and the younger girl jumped.
"What?" she said, shaking her head a little.
"How do you feel?" Hermione asked, looking concerned. "I mean, you seemed quite strange after you and Malfoy came out of that closet last night. You aren't hung over, are you?"
Ginny downed her pumpkin juice. I seem to be downing a lot of things lately...she thought as she wiped her mouth.
"Hung over?" she asked incredulously, "Me?" Ginny grinned cheekily, looking very much like a certain blond Slytherin..."You're talking to the Weasley that beat every single one of her brothers in a drinking contest. I highly doubt I could be hung over."
Hermione bristled at Ginny's arrogance, while Ron and Harry just exchanged confused looks. This was highly unlike Ginny...
"Seems like all that time trapped in that closet with Malfoy went to your head," Hermione snapped, slamming the book she was reading down on the table and knocking over her own goblet of pumpkin juice in the process. "You seemed to have picked a few things up from that git...like his personality!"
With that, Hermione grabbed her books, slung her bag over her shoulder, and stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving a very confused Trio behind her.

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