AN: Tenth chapter.

Thanks to:

sirius-black-4eva

Anna-Nanna

FortuneFaded6

For reveiwing

Chp.10

Demons

Part 1

"Hermione, it won't hurt you!" Paige squealed.

"It's just an eyelash-curler."

"You remind me of Lavender and Paravati. It's scary." Hermione told her.

"Oh, shut up."

They were in Hermione's bedroom, getting ready for the (Controversial.) Yule ball. They had spent an eternity looking for something to wear. Hermione had found a black mini-skirt and a slashed black top with 'Evil' written in glittering, gothic white letters. Paige chose a pair of black, low-ride jeans and a very corset like black top.

She had fixed Hermione's hair so it fell in soft controllable curls, while her own hair was straightened and fell naturally in her face.

"ARE YOU TWO READY YET?" one of the boys yelled from down stairs.

"IN A MINUTE!" they yelled back.

"Jesus, how can they use that much time on make-up?" Harry complained to the two others.

"You know what's interesting 'Mione?" Paige asked making the guys finally take notice that they were in the room.

"No. Do tell."

"They complain about how much time we use, but they don't seem to mind when we're finished." She said noticing the way the boys were looking at them.

She walked up to Draco who was still staring at her.

"What?" she asked before kissing him lightly.

She pulled away and looked at him as he came back to reality.

"So, umm, we should go." He said, not quite taking his eyes of her.

"Ginevra Weasley, what are you wearing?!" yelled Ron, who had gone into overprotective-big brother mode, when he saw his little sister in the hallway wearing a micro-mini black leather skirt and a mid-riff baring black tube-top.

"Ron!" Ginny hissed, whose face had turned bright pink. "Stop acting like an idiot would you?!"

They continued arguing for a while, something about what her mom would say if she had seen her like this.

"Times like these makes me grateful I have sisters." Paige whispered. "So, shall we go inside?" She asked out-loud.

When they walked into the Great Hall, Paige let out a small gasp. It looked incredible, just like P3 did.

"Wow, Hermy, this is awesome. Oh my god, just too unbelievable." She said and gave Hermione a hug.

"Yeah, well I'm glad you like it, it was your idea after all."

"Hey, I helped too." Draco whispered in her ear as he slid one arm around her waist.

"So where'd you find a DJ?" She asked over the music.

'He looks really familiar. Hmm, maybe ha played at P3.'

"Dumbledore fixed it."

'Well, there goes all chances of him playing at P3, he probably just reminds me of someone.'

"Come on." She said grabbing Draco's hand. "We're dancing."

"What?"

"You heard me, come on."

"Dancing isn't my thing."

"Please, just one dance. Please?" she asked with a puppy-dog expression.

"Fine, fine." He said throwing his hands up in defeat.

And they disappeared into the crowd of dancing students.

In the crowd she found Harry and Hermione dancing in a corner, Ginny and 'Oh my god!' Neville, who looked rather good, opposed to what he normally does, and to her great surprise, she saw Ron dancing with a blond girl, who she recognized as Luna Lovegood, that is, if you could call Ron's clumsy movements to the music for dancing, which you really couldn't.

After a good half hour of dancing (So much for one dance.) the two managed to get out of the crowd and over to the bar they had set up in one of the corners.

"Remind me never to wear high-heels when I'm dancing." She said, feeling a bit light-headed.

"It's your own fault, you could have worn something else." He said jokingly, handing her her drink.

"Oh, shut it."

"Make me."

"Mmm, I love a challenge." She whispered before leaning in and kissing him.

"Hi Drakie." Said an all too familiar high-pitched voice.

They pulled apart and stared at the girl.

"Well, if it isn't the freak." She said smirking. "You know Drakie, you could do so much better. You don't have to be a bloodtraitor and muggle lover just like Weasley. Everyone in Slytherin would gladly forgive you if you just stopped being around these people." She gestured towards Paige with a look of disgust. "Sure she's part of the Warren-clan, but she's still a half-blood. You're dad was a muggle, wasn't he?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

'How does she know about my family?'

"You do know there are books in the library on pure-blood family blood-lines?"

'Mental note: Burn that book.'

"And that everyone with connections to the Dark Lord knows your little secret?"

'Mental note: Kick Pansy's ass.'

"Oh well, come see me Drakie when you change your mind, it'll be like old times." And then she disappeared into the crowd.

She turned to Draco, about to make a comment about how Pansy should rot In Hell, but

"You're a Warren?"

"Umm, yeah, so?"

"Just wondering. Usually Pansy just lies,â€â€â€â€..So, you wanna dance again?"

"How could I not. Just one thing." She bent down and took of her heels, and placed them behind the bar.

"Let's go."

AN: Part one of this chapter.

It's 23:50 over here and I don't feel like writing right now.

Hugz,

Natasha.

Part two will be up soon, promise!