AN: See, I'm updating sooner. I promise that because I have free time I will try to update more. Actually I promise that I WILL update more. Now, on with Chapter 7.

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"Hey, Babee, wuz crackin'? I know you be staring at me, what can a playa like me say? It okay, girl, come show Daddy Ronny some love. That's it girl, don't be scurrred, I ain't gonna bite, well unless ya want me two," Ron Weasley was sitting in a white leather beanbag chair, sipping on gin and juice, laid back with his mind on his money and his money on his mind. He was also trying to get a little suga. "Damn girl, you's a fine dime piece fo' shizzle. You is off tha chain!" Finally the girl looked up and smiled, before walking over and sitting in our P.I.M.P.'s lap. "So, girl. What's yo name?"

"Ivy."

"Damn. You's gotta a bangin' body, Ivy."

"You're not so bad yourself, Daddy Ronny."

"You know Ivy, I'll take yo to tha candy shop. I'll let you like the lollipop. Go head girl, start and don't you stop."

"Well, okay," Ivy said, her blue eyes twinkling. She turned around and kissed Ron, letting her fingers curl around he tuffs of red hair that stuck out from his enchanted hat. Ron ran his hands up and down her sides, before letting himself cup her rather perky breasts.

"That's it girl," Ron mumbled as she began kissing his neck and traveling down to his collarbone.

"Oh, Ronny, you're my pimp daddy."

"Fo' sho' girl."

"Ronny?"

"Yes babe?"

"Umm, can we, umm, go somewhere more private?"

"Whatever it is that ya want, I'll do it fo' ya."

"Good. Let's go, now!"

"Damn girl. I don't need tellin' twice."

Ivy grabbed Ron's hand and pulled on it, waiting for him to get up. Ron slowly stood, leaning a bit on his pimp cane. Ivy threw her arms around his neck and kissed him over and over.

"See, young playas, that's how I do. Take a lesson from Daddy Ronny, cuz I'm a P.I.M.P. fo' sho'," Ron said looking at the guys sitting in their own beanbags. He winked and held out his arm. "Come Ivy, we have business to attend to."

"Yes, Daddy Ronny, whatever you say."

Ron smirked as he heard a chorus of 'hey babee, wuz crakin'?'s' as he left to find one of those room's that Hermione was talking about earlier.

"Ivy, Daddy Ronny, is gonna show you the magic stick and make your dreams come true."

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Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance. 'Potter can be such a bloody git. He's being such a baby.' He continued to stare at Harry's back as Harry picked at the sofa's material.

"Okay, fine Potter. I give. I'll admit I like you, if you admit you like me first."

"I'll admit I like you first, if you admit that you liked it when I was kissing you."

"I'll admit that I liked it when you kissed me, if you admit that I'm a sex god."

"Eww. No."

"Potter…."

"Malfoy, you're disgusting."

"Harry, don't be jealous of my obvious talent."

"Talent? What talent? Making people swoon with the flutter of your girly lashes."

"Girly?"

"Yes. You're pompous and girly and you are so- ARGH! I hate you."

"No you don't"

"Yes I bloody well do."

"Fine."

"Okay then."

"So how about those Canons?"

"What?"

"Or, quite swell weather we're having."

"What?"

"Really, Potter. I'm trying to have a conversation and I need you to say something other than one word."

"I think I need more liquor before I talk civilly with you."

"You seem fine to me."

"No. I think kissing your slimy face has sobered me up. I need some more drinks to wash away the fact that I touched you."

"Well, I for one think you enjoyed it. Besides, you seem to have sobered me up to, I was quite busy before you interrupted me."

"Malfoy, you were talking to a pillow."

"Yeah, so?"

"God, you're such a git."

"A sexy git."

"More alcohol first."

"Right."

Soon both Harry and Draco were smashed beyond belief, more so than before.

"And then I says, 'Why Mr. Snuggles, you're quite right. I am very handsome.'"

"Wow. I find it so cool that someone understands you so well. Its almost like Dr. Bubbles."

"Dr. Bubbles?"

"My rubber ducky."

"Oh."

"Yeah. He's quite nice, except when he says 'Harry you have a sexy arse!' That is a little weird. I mean I'm into men, not rubber ducks!"

"Wow. You like guys! Me too!"

"Dude, that's so cool!"

"I know."

Silence.

"Potty-wotty?"

"Hmm."

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to rid myself of those damn green shamrock-y men," Harry said squirming about.

"Oh."

"I know. They're after my lucky charms!"

"Your lucky charms?"

"Yes. You know, my dangly bits? My nuts? Balls? Umm…Hanging things?"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Silence.

"Well, I hope that all goes well for you."

"Huh?"

"I hope you get your lucky charms back."

"Oh thanks."

"No problem."

"Hey, Drakey?"

"Yes."

"Can you brush that one green shamrock-y man off?"

"Where?"

"Right there," Harry said pointing to a spot on his thigh.

"Sure." Draco reached over and swiped his hand lazily across Harry's thigh.

"And there." Harry pointed to another sot. "And there."

Draco complied.

"And there." Harry's last spot was just a hair from his crouch.

Draco leaned in to brush the man away, but slipped and missed. He ended up lying on Harry. And instead he rubbed against Harry's package.

"Oh. Definitely there."

"Okay." Draco did it again, and again, and again, and well, again.

Harry moaned slightly and took another sip of whatever drink had found its way into his hand.

"Potty-wotty?"

"Yes."

"There's something in your pants."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. It's really weird, it keeps getting harder."

"Hmm. What about your pants?"

Draco checked.

"Yep me too."

"Okay."

"I wonder what it is."

"Let's check."

"Okay."

"Who goes first?"

"Umm. I know! Let's play rock, paper, scissors!"

"Okay. What's that?"

"A game."

"I love games!"

"Wow. Me too!"

"I also like bunnies."

"Me too!"

"And sunshine."

"And flowers."

"And rainbows."

"And shiny things!"

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"That hard thing in your pants is rubbing up against me."

"So is yours."

"I kind of like it."

"Me too."

Silence.

"Drakey, can you move that way again?"

"Sure." Draco moved against Harry, brushing their 'hard things' against each other.

"Mmm."

"Wow," Draco breathed; he repeated the action again, and again, and again.

"Drakey?"

"Yes."

"That feels so good."

"Yeah.

Soon Harry and Draco were rubbing against each other, faster and faster.

"Something smells good," Draco said leaning forward, trying to find the delicious scent. He detected it as Harry and brought his face close to breath in the spicy cinnamon smell.

Harry, who was deliriously happy and completely drunk, saw something shiny and feathering close to his face. "Wow. What is that?" He brought his hand up to touch it, and it turned out to be Draco's hair. Draco's face was buried in Harry's neck and Harry's fingers were sifting through Draco's hair, and both were moving feverishly against each other and were as happy as could be.

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"Blaise?"

"Yes, babe?"

"You have really talented hands."

"Thanks."

"Really, it feels good."

"You feel good under me."

Hermione blushed at the innuendo, though she liked the sound of it. She relaxed under Blaise's hands, letting his fingers do magic. Blaise leaned forward and kissed the base of her neck while his hands hit a sweet spot in the small of her back.

"Ahh," Hermione moaned, "this is heaven."

"No, this is," Blaise said as he flipped her over. He took one look at her naked chest before kissing her softly on the mouth. His 'magic' fingers cupped her breasts, massaging them gently.

"Blaise?"

"Yes?"

Hermione didn't answer, she just moved one of the wizard's hands downward until it rested on the waistband of her skirt.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay. But is this for the thing, the contest? Or is it?"

"Does it matter?"

"No."

"Good," the witch said as she helped Blaise with skirt.

"You're so beautiful," he said as he hooked his fingers in her underwear. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you. How much I've wanted to make you moan my name."

"Blaise?"

"Yes?"

"Just take off my underwear already."

"Yes ma'am," Blaise replied, pulling Hermione's panties, while his mouth busied itself on her neck.

'Ohhhh' was the only thing that Hermione was able to say as Blaise slipped a finger inside her wet folds.

"Like I said, Hermione, you're so tight. So sexy. So perfect. You need someone like me, someone who can dirty you up a little bit. You want me Hermione. I can tell when I look into your dilated eyes. I want you too. I want to mark you, touch you, and kiss you. I want to fuck you."

"Blaise?" Hermione murmured.

"Yes?"

"Can you slow down a bit? I'm almost there for fuck's sake!"

Blaise, however, did not stop. He added a finger and kept up with an unrelenting pace. Hermione was practically melting in his hands. He didn't even slow down while he took off his pants with one hand. He kicked them off, along with his boxers. His mouth bruised Hermione's neck and chest. Purple marks were slowly appearing on her breasts and collarbone.

"I swear, if you don't stop I'm going to come right now."

"Then come. I'll just make you do it again."

"Right then," Hermione mumbled before she bit her lip, trying to hold her orgasm inside.

Blaise slid his fingers out and licked them slowly, enjoying the look on Hermione's lust filled face. "You want me don't you? You want me inside of you. You want to scream my name."

"Gods yes. Please Blaise, I need you. Now."

"Whatever you say, sweetie," he said as he slid himself into her. He gave her about a second to adjust before he pulled out and did it again, though more forcefully. He began at a slow pace, pulling out and thrusting back in, harder each time.

"Stop, this hurts."

"I bet you like the pain. You like feeling dirty and hurt. You need to be dirtied Hermione, you need to be hurt. Don't you see? You can't be perfect all the time."

"Blaise…."

"No. Hermione, listen to me! You are too perfect. I know you don't understand, but you're smart so you'll figure it out."

"Blaise, please stop."

"No," he growled in her ear. "You're going to enjoy this."

Hermione's hand connected with Blaise's cheek. "Stop right now! This isn't right."

"Don't you dare hit me again, you bitch."

"Let me go."

"Shut up," Blaise roared grabbing her wrists and twisting them in his grasp.

"Ow!"

"What did I just fucking say? Shut up!" He bent her arms behind her head and licked at the tears running down her cheeks. "Are you enjoying this sweetie? Do you like this?"

Hermione closed her eyes and turned her head.

"Answer me you filthy bitch!"

"NO! LET ME GO!" Hermione struggled and got one arm free. She used it to claw at
Blaise, scratching anywhere she could.

"You are going to get it now," Blaise said his voice dangerously low. Her caught her free and twisted it so there was no way she could pull free. "Don't struggle, you'll only make it hurt more," he laughed as he speeded up his painful pace. Soon, his moves became frantic as he came close to his end. He pulled out at the last second and came all over her. He bent down and kissed her forcefully on the mouth. "Did you like being dirty, you Mudblood whore?" He stood and cleaned himself off before getting dressed. As he came to the door, he pulled at his wand and turned to look Hermione in the eye, "Desino Persigno." He waited for her shocked expression, before exiting leaving her dirty with his seed and her blood.

TBC

AN: I know I know. You guys probably hate me for that, but it will be worth it. I know
Blaise is so mean, taping their little get together like that. And Harry and Draco seem to be getting, I mean hitting it off with each other. Drunken teenagers are so much fun. I promise more Harry/ Draco in the next chappie and an explanation for big bad Blaise. However I will be away for the next few days so you will have to wait until next week for Chapter 8. Sorry. I love all of you and your lovely reviews. Keep it up. Ciao!

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