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Thanks so much for the reviews! (Authors Note: I saw the Goblet of Fire! What a great movie, definitely the best so far – and Tom Felton! Yum…) Now, back to the story.

As Draco walked down the hallway after classes were over on Friday, he noticed how the entire school had but one thing on their mind – the party set for that night. The Slytherins were aflame over how the entire school, including Mudbloods, was invited and not only them, but the rest of the school was just simply excited. Draco found the entire thing rather juvenile, and repeatedly had to remind people that it was going to stay civilized and not just turn into some drunk-fest. He knew the teachers were turning a blind eye for the purpose of "house unity", but he also knew that a bunch of kids passing out drunk all over the place wasn't going to do anything to inspire confidence from Dumbledore.

He got back to the common room, and saw Hermione bustling about, tidying up the room and setting up the cocktail bar.

"Did you get the alcohol?" Her voice was frantic and Draco rolled his eyes.

"Of course. I had our new house elf bring it over this morning." He was rather annoyed by Hermione's constant activity and lecturing.

The girl's eyes darkened and she began to delve into the issue of house elves before Draco silenced her with a meaningful glare. Instead, she just whipped around and told him curtly to bring it down. He could almost hear his father's indignation over a Malfoy being ordered around by a Mudblood, but tried to ignore it and walked into his room.

As he was collecting the bags of liquor, he heard a noise from his closet. It almost sounded as if something was trying to get out. He set the bags down and gingerly walked over to open the doors, his wand ready. Finally, he flung the doors open, and went numb with shock.

His father walked half-way out of the closet, a dark look on his face. "Draco. You will join the Dark Lord. He wants you."

"N-no…please…father…"

"Come now, Draco."

Draco's head felt dizzy with unaccustomed fear as he gazed at his father. He heard his door open, and both his father's and his own head turned to look at the girl walking through it.

"What is taking you so bloody long, Mal…" Hermione trailed off as she looked as the man standing partially in Draco's closet. Draco wanted to shout at her to leave, that Lucius would kill her, but he couldn't seem to get any words out of his mouth. The silver-haired man looked back at Draco, and then over at the girl. His lip curled, and he began to sneer. He slowly started to stalk towards her, but she pointed her wand at him, and shouted, "Ridikulous!"

Lucius began to shrivel up until he was the size of a figurine, and Draco just stared at it with horror. As Hermione finished the boggart off, he felt frozen. He didn't know whether to keep shaking, be grateful, or just be plain embarrassed. He softly asked, in the most neutral voice that he could, "How did you know?"

"There's no way your father will be able to get into Hogwarts for a long time, Draco…not after last time. Dumbledore has made sure of that. Plus, when I came in, I saw that he was in your closet…I just made a guess, and it happened to be right."

"You really are quite bright after all." Draco nearly felt physical pain from saying this, but figured that if he was nice to her for a little while, she might not tell the entire school what she had just witnessed – him cowering.

"I thought you said not to get used to compliments, Malfoy?"

"Well, don't. I'm not going to turn into Weasley and start mooning over your very presence." Hermione looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or lash out at this, but finally the laughter took over, and she met Draco's eyes for the first time without anger.

He felt a little shock at this, but tried to push the emotions rising up in him away. He gave her a quiet grin, and she lowered her eyes hastily.

"Where's the liquor?" She changed the subject abruptly, and Draco thought to himself that possibly she had felt the same reaction that he did.

"Over here. I got 20 bottles of different types, along with some orange juice, pina colada mix, margarita mix, and some stuff that makes daiquiris."

"Great. Let's go set up."

The time up until the party went quickly, with only the occasional almost-friendly comment passing between the two busy Heads. The first to arrive of course, were the Gryffindors, who all hurried over to Hermione and started bemoaning Draco's presence. He noticed that she never ridiculed him along with her friends, but she didn't stick up for him – a fact that he actually liked. He would be the same to his friends, and knew that Hermione wouldn't expect him to stand up for her either.

When everybody arrived, the drinking began, and the Houses started to mingle. Even some Slytherins were interacting, although they never associated with Gryffindor. That would a lot more time, and everybody knew it.

Draco surveyed the party from a spot on his couch, a glass of rum on the rocks in his hand. As he sipped, he watched as students played drinking games, talked, laughed, and even started to play games like spin-the-bottle. He scoffed at this, thinking how incredibly absurd it was to be playing games that middle-schoolers would think was fun. He looked away, and glanced over to his group of friends, which was a mistake. Pansy noticed him, and pranced over, flaunting just how low her shirt really was.

"Draco! I haven't seen you in so long! How are you!" Her squeal pierced into Draco like an irritating knife, driving deeper and deeper into his skull.

"I'm fine, Pansy. How have you been?" His cold but polite tone has been ingrained in him since childhood, and she mistook it for friendliness, and sat eagerly next to him.

"I haven't been so good, Draco," her voice took on a more sultry quality that made Draco pay a little more attention, "I've been quite frustrated. See, nobody can please me quite the way you can, Drakey… getting you off makes me so hot…and to think, I haven't even seen your rooms yet. I heard that they have silk sheets on the beds…is that true?"

Draco nodded mutely. He hated Pansy, but her sluttiness was rather arousing. She had large breasts that were at the moment displayed quite nicely, and if he ignored her face, she could make him cum satisfactorily, although it wasn't so amazing that he would ask her, but if she was offering…

He allowed her to come closer to him on the couch, and even let her put her lips on his neck, where she drew small circles with her tongue. He looked past her shoulder, and Hermione's face came into view. She was looking right at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Suddenly, his imagination carried him away, and he was picturing her kissing his neck instead of Pansy. Her lips looked so soft, and her eyes were dark and sultry. This was a Granger he had never witnessed before.

He barely noticed when Pansy led him up to his rooms, for he was staring at Hermione the entire time, and she hadn't looked away. Only when Pansy shut the door was their connection lost. He was stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening. Hermione's face filled his entire mind, and even when Pansy began stroking his upper thigh and unbuckling his pants, he was half-deluded, imagining the other girl doing it instead. Pansy looked at him with surprise when she saw how hard he was, a sight she hadn't been privileged to see before. It had always taken a good amount of prodding and licking to get it to the point where he would be able to cum before, and for him to start this hard…it enthralled the girl. His head was back, and she began to strip the rest of his clothes off…

Only when Pansy was removing her clothes did Draco snap back into reality. It wasn't Granger who he was about to enter, it was Pansy. Her face was flushed with desire that disgusted him, and his arousal was swiftly carried away. He shoved her off the bed, and her face showed her confusion.

"I'm sorry Pansy. Please leave." His voice was kinder than when he usually dealt with her, because his mind was racing about other topics. How on earth could he have pictured the Mudblood like that? It didn't make any sense.

Pansy looked like she was about to scream, but instead just got dressed as fast as possible, and with a hateful glare, stormed out of the room.

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(Authors Note: Ok, I know the smut was cut off too soon, but I just don't want to picture Draco with anybody else besides Hermione (except me of course…but don't worry…smut will come…:D)