A/N: Firstly, I'd just like to say a huge THANK YOU!!! to each and every one of my reviewers!!! I'm amazed and very pleased to find that "Who Wants To Play Spin-The-Bottle?" has achieved almost 30 reviews for two chapters!!! Your reviews encourage me to keep writing, and I'm glad to see that so many of you enjoy reading my fanfics.

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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, and everything that relates to it. Last time I checked, I wasn't calling myself J.K. Rowling and pretending that I own the books, so don't sue me, please! The only thing here that I own is the plot – although I think there was at least one other author on this site who stole my Spin-The-Bottle idea with DM-HG romance.. --

Anyway…

Aaaand now, I present to you….

Who Wants To Play Spin-The-Bottle?

Chapter Three: 'Hogwart's Hottest And Most Shaggable Guys' List.

Dumbledore's voice rose above the murmuring in the Great Hall. "I am pleased to announce that this year's Head Boy is Draco Malfoy, from Slytherin, and the Head Girl is Hermione Granger, from Gryffindor. Well done, Hermione, Draco."

A resounding roar went up from the Gryffindors. Hermione, looking surprised and immensely pleased, was enveloped in a huge group hug by the Gryffindor students closest to her, the others cheering and jumping up and down with glee.

The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were clapping enthusiastically and cheering, the braver ones coming over to leap into the gigantic group hug. Professor McGonagall and Snape cast nasty glares at each other from across the teacher's table, even as the Slytherins hissed and loudly booed the rest of the school in general.

The only Slytherin students who weren't alternating between smug smiles and deadly glares at the Gryffindors were Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy himself. Malfoy grinned as Blaise thumped him on the back cheerfully, before leaning over to whisper in his ear. Blaise looked irritated when Pansy pushed him aside and vainly attempted to give Malfoy an enthusiastic congratulations kiss.

Looking distinctly horrified, Malfoy shoved the pug-faced girl aside, shuddering slightly. Blaise clutched his side as he bent over, laughing loudly. Malfoy sent a glare at his best friend, before turning to his fellow Slytherin seventh years and listening half-heartedly as they congratulated him.

Dumbledore, blue eyes twinkling brightly, rose and clapped his hands. "I think that's enough celebration for now, students. When you get back to your Common Rooms, I'm sure there will be plenty of time to praise your new Head Students. Now," he beamed round at them, "Tuck in!"

Food of all kinds appeared on the golden platters lining the long tables. Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes when Ron, Harry, Dean and Seamus leapt upon the platters of food and dug in immediately, munching away happily.

Ginny sniffed daintily as she carefully spooned a small amount of chicken soup into a bowl. "You guys are so gross."

Hermione laughed at the boys' affronted looks. "Ever heard of eating slowly?"

Ron looked at her as though she had suddenly developed a contagious disease. "Eat slowly?" he demanded incredulously. "What poor, demented bloke would do that to himself?" he added, looking faintly horrified at the thought.

Ginny smothered a laugh behind her hand, exchanging an amused look with Hermione as she snorted to cover her own laughter. Hermione stopped laughing suddenly and groaned as she spotted Lavender and Parvati heading towards them.

Ginny grinned at her friend. "They're not that bad, Hermione."

The brunette witch groaned. "Oh, yes, they are, Ginny." She paused, a shudder running across her as she turned panicked eyes towards the red-headed girl, "They're going to make me talk about girly stuff!" She wailed in despair.

Ginny didn't even bother to hide her laughter. "Oh, Hermione," she managed to gasp, "You really need to get out a bit more. Girly talk isn't horrible, you know."

"It is!" Hermione said firmly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Hermione."

"I'm not! Girly talk is…is…we-ell – "

"Scary?" Ginny supplied, her eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed fervently, casting a furtive glance over her shoulder as the other two girls approached.

"Save me!" she moaned piteously to Ginny just before Lavender and Parvati sat down on either side of her.

"Hermione, you're in Gryffindor. Bravery is our number one quality. Now shut up and be nice." Ginny rolled her eyes at her friend, and then turned to flash the other two witches a bright smile.

Lavender and Parvati looked curiously at Hermione.

"What's the matter with her?" Lavender said curiously.

"Oh, Hermione?" Ginny waved the comment away airily. "Don't worry, she's just having a minor problem with nerves about the thought of girly talk." Her grin grew wider. "We'll just have to help her out, right, girls?"

Lavender and Parvati caught Ginny's sly wink and grinned widely.

"Naturally." Parvati said smoothly, casting a wicked grin at her best friend, Lavender.

Lavender flashed a wicked smirk in Hermione's direction. "So, Hermione," she began, her eyes dancing gleefully, "Which boy do you think tops the list of 'Hogwart's Hottest And Most Shaggable Guys'?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You actually have a list named that?"

"Of course. What else would we call it? 'Hogwart's Most Handsome And Cute Boys'? No way – that's too tacky."

"It's a lot less blunt."

"So? Blunt is good – then they always know exactly what you want." Parvati winked at her.

Hermione blanched. "Are you implying what I think you are?"

"If you're a normal teenage girl and inappropriate images have just come to mind, then yes."

"I really didn't need to hear that."

"Sure?"

"Extremely sure."

Parvati sighed. "Goodness, but she's going to be our hardest case yet."

Ginny looked slightly worried. "You'll help me set her right, though, won't you?"

Lavender laughed. "Of course we will, darling. Unless," she exchanged a sly wink with Parvati, "A boy beats us to it."

Hermione snorted, and Pansy, who was strolling past, glared at her and sniffed daintily. "Disgusting," They vaguely heard the Slytherin girl mutter to herself.

"A boy? With me? Are you nuts?" Hermione looked incredulous. "I think I can safely assure you that no boy here will ever like me in that way."

Cruel laughter was poorly concealed by a cough from behind them. Pansy smirked at them. "Well, the Mudblood was actually right. As if any one would desire something that ugly and with such a filthy heritage." Looking smug, the pug-faced girl sauntered back to her table.

"What a bit– " Ginny began, glaring at the Slytherin girl, but was cut off rather rudely by Hermione.

"Ginny!" Hermione snapped, "Don't swear!" She pointed at the interested first year Gryffindors. "There are little kids here!"

Hermione's poor selection in words earned her a few nasty glares from the first years, and one particularly angry look from Ginny.

"Who cares? They have to learn to someday. Besides, I'm pretty sure they'd be familiar with swear words by now."

"You're a Prefect, Ginny. Prefects don't teach students swear words, they give examples of good behaviour and encourage respect amongst students."

Ginny sighed. "Hermione, you sound like you're quoting something from that awful 'Duties Of A Hogwart's Prefect' book that you found in the library."

"I am."

The other three girls groaned.

"Hopeless." Ginny muttered.

Lavender took it upon herself to change the subject before Hermione got a chance to recite more quotes. "So, Hermy, who do you actually think tops the 'Hogwart's Hottest And Most Shaggable Guys' list?"

Hermione sent her fellow Gryffindor a nasty look. "Hermy?" she said, venom dripping from her disparaging tone.

Lavender smiled innocently at her. "You know, Hermy," she began, her eyes amused, "I think I'm really going to become attached to that simply lovely nickname."

Hermione's glare deepened.

"Of course," Lavender continued, examining her dark pink nail polish, "If you would be so kind as to actually answer my simple question, the whole allure of the nickname might miraculouslyfade." She elegantly flipped her straight, dark brown tresses over her shoulder as she shared a smug smile with Parvati.

Hermione bristled. She positively loathed the very idea of giving in to what the gossiping girls wanted, but did she really want such a stupid nickname to mar her perfect, responsible appearance towards the other students?

With a growl and a distinctly murderous look at the three smiling girls, Hermione gave in.

"Fine!" Hermione snapped resentfully. "And if I ever hear that horrible, horrible, nickname ever again, I will personally steal McGonagall's walking stick and wallop you over the head with it."

Lavender smiled sweetly. "Agreed. So," the girl's mouth turned up into a wicked, knowing smile, "Who, in your esteemed personal opinion, is at the top of the list that I mentioned earlier?"

The curly, brunette haired witch puffed up slightly upon hearing the word 'esteemed', looking deeply gratified, and Lavender and Parvati exchanged knowing looks with one another.

Appeased slightly, Hermione leant back in her seat and casually scanned the Great Hall, deep in thought as she bit her lip. 'Who on earth would even be on such a ridiculous list?' She wondered to herself, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion and annoyance. 'Seamus, perhaps?' Hermione glanced at the boy in question, who was currently helping himself to a sixth serving of the beef casserole, accidentally spilling some in the process. 'Or not…honestly, how much does that boy eat?'

Hermione resumed her perusal of the Hogwart's boys in the hall. 'Dean? No…Hmm…What about him…or…or…yes, maybe…oh – er – damnit, what's his name again? Jon? Josh? Jake? Oh, stuff it! What's-his-name might be it, wait, he's standing up…oh…ohhOo-kay, definitely not him then.'

Hermione stifled a groan. It was much harder than she had first thought it would be. Damnit, how was she supposed to know the answer? This wasn't something found in books – it was an utterly useless, futile exercise that wasn't even important enough to be recorded on parchment! Hermione briefly entertained the thought of slapping herself – she had been reduced to pathetic rambling!

She heaved a sigh, mentally resigning herself to conceding defeat. Her bright eyes caught sight of quite a few girls staring dreamily in Harry's direction, including, to her immense surprise, Pansy Parkinson. Realisation dawned upon her. Was Harry one of Hogwart's most desired boys? It certainly seemed so; why else would a hefty portion of the girls be staring avidly at him? Pansy, naturally, was the exception; she was obviously plotting something nasty against Harry. It was simply laughable to even imagine Pansy harbouring any romantic thoughts about the Boy-Who-Lived.

Hermione swivelled around in her chair to face the three girls waiting expectantly for her answer.

"It wouldn't be Harry, by any chance, would it?" Hermione asked them, rather suspiciously.

They looked obscenely delighted.

Parvati positively beamed at her. "Well, now! Perhaps you're not such a hopeless case after all."

Hermione cast her a slightly resentful look.

Parvati ignored her. "You were quite close, actually," she informed the brunette witch. "Harry's up towards the top of the list, but he's certainly not the number one. Or the number two," She added, smiling.

"Then who is?" Hermione asked, faintly curious, as she took a sip from her goblet of pumpkin juice.

Ginny grinned at her. "Who else? Draco Malfoy, naturally, with Blaise Zabini coming in at a close second."

Hermione promptly choked, and Ginny cheerfully proceeded to thump her on the back.

"Malfoy?" Hermione spluttered out after a minute. "No way!"

"Are you sure about that, Mya?" Ginny asked softly, motioning her head towards the Slytherin table.

Hermione looked up, her eyes skimming along the Slytherin House table before coming to rest upon blonde hair that was now a darker shade. She reluctantly admitted to herself that Malfoy, with his mature features and blonde hair carelessly falling into his eyes, was no longer the snobby, petulant boy with slicked back platinum blonde hair and no taller than herself.

Hermione shifted slightly in her seat, uncomfortable; to be perfectly honest, the view of the young blonde man was quite the opposite of ugly. Not that she'd ever admit that, of course. Never. Certainly not. Not a single chance. Not even if Hagrid's half-brother was after her would she ever admit that Malfoy was a perfectly delectable piece of eye-candy and that she'd like to corner him after dinner up against a wall and – Oh, Merlin, what was the matter with her? Lavender and Parvati had transferred their girly-girl hormones onto her and she was going all gooey-eyed over a boy!

Malfoy seemed to sense her eyes on him, for he turned his head, slate grey eyes meeting her brown ones. She flushed; embarrassed at being caught staring, and feeling even worse for knowing that she hadn't disliked the view. Not at all.

A knowing smile slid effortlessly onto his face, his eyes relentlessly boring into hers. She couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze away, mesmerized by eyes that were slowly swirling with hot, molten silver. His gaze darkened, and his eyes moved to sweep over her form possessively. Hermione's breathing grew erratic, and she suddenly felt warm, far too warm, as a tingling sensation shot down her spine.

Malfoy's eyes moved back up to hers, and he took in her flushed appearance. His smile returned, slightly crooked this time, his eyes dancing with amusement and with something else that Hermione was too confused to recognize. He mouthed something to her, his eyes suddenly blazing molten silver as he smiled smugly, but Hermione was too dazed and disturbed to realise exactly what he had said to her. Jerking slightly, she turned away from him, breathing heavily.

Her three female friends were staring at her, both shocked and excited.

"Wow," Ginny breathed. "You've got it bad, Mya."

"Got what bad?" Hermione snapped, still slightly shaken and uncomfortably warm in her robe.

The red headed girl sighed. "Never mind."

Lavender grinned at Hermione. "So, now do you see why he's the number one?"

"No, I don't." Hermione lied blatantly. She'd rather be beaten to death by a pillow or face one of Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts than admit her real thoughts. "He's nothing special." She continued, firmly, almost succeeding in convincing herself as well. Almost. Until the image of Malfoy in the shower rose up in her mind as he was stepping out and – Hermione promptly experienced yet another urge to slap herself silly, barely suppressing a groan.

"Really?" Parvati arched an eyebrow delicately. "If he's 'nothing special', then you'd better stop staring at him in public, or Parkinson will have your head. She has been known to be rather possessive of him."

"I wasn't staring at him!" Hermione insisted, looking distinctly rattled.

"If you insist." Lavender murmured.

"I most certainly do!" Came Hermione's determined reply.

"You know," Ginny said thoughtfully, pausing to watch Hermione and gauge her reaction, "He's been staring at you the whole night."

Hermione promptly had to firmly squash the absurdly pleased and slightly proud feeling that rose up in her mind.

And it wasn't until she rose up and hurried out of the Great Hall, away from the gossiping girls, that Hermione realised exactly what Malfoy had mouthed to her. 'You're mine, Hermione,' he had said, with a smug look.

The students watching the Head Girl beat a hasty retreat from the Great Hall were suddenly treated to the rare sight of Hermione Granger beating herself over the head with a book and muttering to herself.

……o.::.O.::.o……

Hermione leaned back on the couch in the Head Students' Common Room with a contented sigh. Her smile grew when she saw Malfoy come out of his Head Boy room and stalk outside to do his patrol rounds. Hermione didn't even bother to feel guilty about gloating about the fact that she didn't have patrol duties until later in the week, meaning that she could relax on her first night at Hogwarts.

She rolled off the couch and stood up, stretching slightly. Beaming, she strode briskly over to the huge bookcase adorning one side of the room. She carefully surveyed the rows of books, before seizing a particularly heavy novel and practically bouncing up the stairs to her room, brown hair flying out behind her. A nice, long, hot bath, like Malfoy had suggested in an uncommon act of politeness, seemed like the perfect idea, and now she had an excellent book to read, too.

……o.::.O.::.o……

Malfoy sighed, absently running a hand through his hair as he stalked down the corridor. He was irked at the fact that he was being forced into the first patrol rounds of the week, while the Head Girl got to relax on her first night back in a nice, warm bath with candles floating overhead. He stopped, his breathing quickening as he pictured Hermione enveloped in the water, eyes closed, lashes gently resting against a pretty face, her silky brown curls floating around her shoulders, the lovely way her chest rose and fell with her breathing – Malfoy shook his head, panting heavily. Any further with that daydream and he'd be in no state to continue patrol duties, he realized.

Malfoy was unnerved at how quickly the dreams were coming to him, and at just how vivid they already were. Not that he was complaining about the view – it just seemed slightly unusual. He really needed to have a chat with Blaise tomorrow. His friend had told him the effects would take a while to kick in after the first sign. If it kept getting worse this quickly, he'd be in no position to wait for her to accept her fate – damn the consequences and her stupidly heroic best friends, he'd risk it all and carry her off to his room and keep her there and do all the things he'd been desperate to do to her for over three months. His eyes darkened to molten silver, his mouth curving up into a wicked, smug smile. By the time he was finished with his little lioness, she'd never want to leave his side – or his bed.

He was thoroughly put out when he turned the corner and walked face first into something hard, his thoughts rather rudely interrupted by the incident.

A muffled "Ow!" came from the apparently invisible thing that had managed to knock him over.

With a scowl, Malfoy got to his feet. "Lumos," He muttered, moving his wand.

Turning slightly, he pointed his wand towards the source of the noise. Seeing nothing, his face darkened in irritation and he flicked his wand, sending the person's invisibility cloak soaring upwards.

Harry Potter stood in front of him, looking partly annoyed and extremely embarrassed at being caught by his nemesis well after curfew. With a nasty look at Malfoy, he deftly leapt up and caught his cloak.

Malfoy's glare darkened upon seeing one of the two people who were protecting someone that he desperately wanted. Damnit, but he hated it when Potter had something he didn't. It irked him to no end, and made him wish, not for the first time, that money could buy everything.

"Potter!" he spat. "What are you pottering around for?"

There was a rather lengthy pause.

"…Pottering?" Cue the raised eyebrow above startling green eyes.

Malfoy was struck with the sudden urge to tear his perfect blonde hair out and groan loudly.

"Shut up." Malfoy muttered resentfully.

Harry struggled not to laugh, and then he suddenly didn't have to try anymore as he saw Malfoy smirk at him. The mocking laughter welling up in his throat died with an undignified croak.

"Sneaking around after curfew, Potter?" Malfoy said softly, his eyes gleaming. Finally, a chance to pay him back for his irksome protective stance over Hermione. "Perhaps, fifty points from…" he trailed off, another idea occurring. His smirk widened. "No…detention. A month's worth." Seeing Harry wince, he continued gleefully, dropping the last bombshell. "With Snape."

The black-haired boy cursed softly, green eyes glaring balefully at Malfoy.

As he cheerfully strolled off down the corridor, Malfoy silently admitted to himself that he was enjoying this far too much – giving detentions to Potter was much more fun than taking away Gryffindor House points. Besides, Hermione would never forgive him if he took even just a mere hundred points from her House. Yes, Malfoy concluded silently, detentions were much more suitable.

When Malfoy finally turned up the corridor and headed back to his Head Dorm, he was forced to severely squash the urge to whistle happily.

……o.::.O.::.o……