Hey! I havent updated in a while, i know, but i didnt think anyone actually read my story, until i got a review (thanks hermionerocks2008!) See, people, if you review, i will update. Its very simple. Anyways, I hope this chapter isnt too long, if it is, lemme know!

Also to answer your question, paprika90, im not really sure who Hermione's with right now, (draco? blaise?) so i guess i'll just see where this goes!


Club Mermaid 4

The Head Dorm

The next morning, Hermione was walking down to the Great Hall with Ron when they bumped into Draco and Blaise. Hermione hoped that they had forgotten about last night, and was mortified when Blaise strolled up to her and slung his arms around her waist.

"Hey there." he said, leaning close to her. Ron froze while Draco looked on with disgust, and Hermione was very glad that no one could see them. Blaise was leaning in for a kiss that Hermione was trying unsuccessfully to avoid when Ron exploded.

"Oi! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Get your paws off of her!" he shouted.

Oh no, Ron doesn't know about the club and...Hermione thought, but it was too late.

"What did you say?" Blaise asked threateningly, letting go of Hermione and pulling out his wand.

Hermione just had time to duck down as the two hexed each other. They both went flying. Ron landed at the bottom of the stairs and lay crumpled in a heap while Blaise smashed against the wall painfully and fell to the floor.

"This is inexcusable behavior!" Professor McGonagall said in her office to Draco and Hermione. "Completely out of line!"

Ron and Blaise had been taken to the Hospital Wing and were still unconscious.

"This is the fourth Gryffindor and Slytherin fight this month that has landed in serious injury! I have spoken to Professor Dumbledore and we have come up with an idea. A Head Dorm. Seeing as you two, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, are head boy and girl, you will now be sharing a dormitory. You will have separate bedrooms and a common room. Unfortunately, this was rushed and you will have to share a bathroom." McGonagall obviously didn't like this arrangement. "Hopefully, you sharing a dorm and getting along will inspire your classmates to do the same. In other words, I don't want a single argument between the two of you. None, understood?"

Hermione and Draco nodded meekly.

Sharing a dorm? Was she crazy? They would kill each other.

"Good." she said, and led them to their new rooms.

The Head Dorm was better than Hermione thought it would be. The common room had a large fire and a low table was set in front of it. It was surrounded by plush sofas. There was a bookcase and a bulletin board along one wall, and the whole room was done up in red and gold and silver and green. Two staircases led up to the bedrooms. Hermione found hers to be big with a queen sized bed, a wardrobe and a desk. Her trunk sat at the foot of her bed. Her room was decorated in the Gryffindor red and gold. A doorway led to the giant bathroom, and another door in the bathroom probably led to Draco's room. Sharing a bathroom with Draco. Sharing a dorm with Draco. Hermione wondered what her friends would think of all this.

She told Ginny and Harry the very next morning.

"Are you serious?" Harry asked in disbelief, "Sharing a dormitory with Malfoy!"

"That's awful." Ginny agreed, "But then again, it'll be pretty nice, won't it? Having a room to yourself?"

"I guess..." Hermione said.

"But still, Malfoy! You're going to live with Malfoy!" Harry added.

"Honestly, I don't think it's that bad." Ginny whispered to Hermione, "Malfoy is Harry's sworn enemy, but he's pretty hot, isn't he?"

"No, he's not!" Hermione said.

"What?" asked Harry, who had missed Ginny's comment. The girls didn't reply.

That night, Hermione entered the Head Dorm very late, and found Draco lying on a sofa in front of the fire with a book.

"Well, well." he drawled, "Look who finally arrived. Where have you been, the library?"

"No. I was with Harry." she replied icily.

"Harry?" he asked, "Really, I thought you only talked to him because you were both in Gryffindor Tower. But now you live here, so you don't have to hang out with Potty and Weasel. After all, I'm here." He flashed her a grin.

"Shut up, Malfoy. Who would want you?"

"Who would want Potty and Weasel?"

"Don't be jealous because I actually have friends." she retorted.

"Oh, that stung, Mudblood." he said sarcastically.

Hermione didn't reply, she simply stomped up to her room and completely ignored him for the next few days.

On Sunday night, Hermione was again getting ready to sneak out with Lavender and Parvati to Club Mermaid. She decided against a mini skirt and instead wore tight black low-rise jeans with a flashy crimson halter top. She left her hair down, straightened, and put a red streak in it. Instead of the heavy makeup Lavender like to put on her, she wore only thick black eyeliner and mascara. She slipped into chunky black sneakers and a spiky black wristband. This was more her style, not those tiny skirts or spiky heels.

She was supposed to meet Lavender and Parvati by her portrait hole at nine, and she bounded down the stairs five minutes early to wait. She waited and waited, but they were late. Hermione tore her eyes away from the portrait hole when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Draco.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, forgetting about ignoring him as she took in his appearance. He was wearing a silky silver dress shirt, unbuttoned over a tight black T-shirt and black jeans. He also had a tiny silver hoop in his ear that she'd never noticed before.

"I live here. Remember? What are you doing here?" he checked her out the way she had him.

"I'm waiting." she replied, suddenly uncomfortable under his stare. "Lavender and Parvati are supposed to pick me up at nine to go to Club Mermaid."

"Its 9:30." Draco said, checking his very expensive black wristwatch.

"They're just late." Hermione said.

"Are these the friends I'm supposedly jealous of?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow. Hermione didn't answer and Draco seemed to take pity on her.

"I'm going there too. You can come with me."

"No, thanks, I'd rather wait all night." she said.

"Fine." he replied, then left.

Hermione sat and thought for a second, then rolled her eyes at herself and ran to catch up with Draco. He didn't say anything as they snuck through the castle to Lorelei's tapestry. Only when they got to the classroom did Draco say "We go to where the mermaid hides, to dance and drink away the night." Lorelei's tapestry came down. She squealed when she saw them.

"Hermione! I love what you've done with your hair. And Draco!" She suddenly gasped. "Are you two a couple?" she asked.

"No!" said Hermione horrified.

"Oh." the mermaid replied, "Well, have fun!" And then Hermione and Draco stepped through the tapestry and into the club.

Draco left without a word, which Hermione didn't mind. Her and Draco, a couple? Not happening. Looking around, she couldn't make out Lavender or Parvati in the dark, dancing crowd. They probably weren't here yet. She didn't see Blaise either, because he was still in the hospital wing with Ron. Realizing suddenly how alone she was, she headed to the bar for a drink. As she sat and sipped, nodding to the music, a seventh year Hufflepuff she didn't know came and asked her to dance. She said yes, and they danced for a while before another guy cut in. She had barely left them for her drink when yet another guy asked her to dance. It was while she was dancing with him that she noticed Draco and Pansy dancing nearby. They were both drunk, but while Pansy draped herself all over him and let her hands roam, Draco only held her loosely and stared over her shoulder at Hermione. It was unnerving and at first she thought he was only staring drunkenly into space. But when the third guy left her with a kiss on the cheek, Draco's eyes narrowed, and followed her as she made her way back to the bar. She tried to sit facing away from the crowd, but she could still feel his eyes on her. It was driving her nuts.

She threw back the rest of her drink then stood and lost herself in the crowd to get away from his eyes.

It was two hours later that Hermione decided that she had enough dancing and drink and now she just wanted sleep. She wasn't drunk, but she was pretty sure one more drink would do it, and she didn't want that. She left the club and entered the little sitting room, only to find Draco and Pansy there, in a heated argument.

"What do you mean he's just a bloody friend? Do you make out with all your stupid friends in the middle of the bloody dance floor?" Draco cried.

"Oh, yes, and I won't even mention the way you looked at all those other girls!" shrieked Pansy through teary eyes, "The Mudblood, you couldn't keep your eyes off the book-lover Mudblood! I hate you Draco, don't ever SPEAK to me again!" Pansy let this out then twirled and stalked through the tapestry. Draco was still fuming when he saw Hermione. His face went white.

"She didn't mean that." was all he could say.

"What, the thing about the Mudblood? Of course she did." Hermione could not figure out why Draco was apologizing to her, or even why he had been staring at her earlier. It had obviously been noticed. Draco took a step toward Hermione and wobbled dangerously. She reached out instinctively to catch him.

Whoa, bad breath! She thought, He is way drunk!

"Uh, I think probably we should head back now." she said.

"Yeah..." he replied, getting to his feet unsteadily. He kept an arm around Hermione as she led him through the tapestry. She tried to shake his arm off in the corridor but he wouldn't let go.

It took forever for them to get to their common room. Draco kept trying to stand, then he would fall, and he kept apologizing; far from quiet. They finally got back unnoticed, and Hermione led Draco through the portrait hole and deposited him on a sofa. He laid back his head and seemed to sober a tiny bit. Wizard drink wore off earlier than Muggle alcohol.

"Thanks, Hermione." he said, voice still wobbly.

"Um, no problem." she said, surprised at his use of first name.

He tried to sit up, and Hermione rushed over to lay his head back down. He needed sleep; she did not need a drunken Draco in the morning. She leaned over him to try and stuff a cushion under his head when his hand reached out and pulled her head down so that he could kiss her. It was unexpected, and for a second Hermione enjoyed the kiss, until she remembered it was Draco.

Hermione's eyes popped open but the kiss suppressed her scream. She tried to break away, but he was surprisingly strong for a drunk guy. She finally managed to punch him and he let her go. He managed an "ouch" before falling into a drunken stupor.

Whoa! Draco had KISSED her! Where had that come from? Thank god he won't remember any of this morning, Hermione thought as she trudged off to bed. She certainly wished she could forget it. But right before she fell asleep, she couldn't help but think of how jealous other girls would be if they knew she had been kissed by the Slytherin Prince.