And now… is the chapter for the Slytherins and Gryffindors' party! (Part One anyway…) The writer of Zabini-Granger News is going to be revealed in one/two more chapter(s), so guess while you can! I love all you reviewers, thanks for the support!

This one's posted earlier than last time! wo0t!

I've actually researched on the Harry Potter books while I'm writing this, and figured out Quidditch matches outcomes and stuff like that (people on the Quidditch team, family lines, people that no one has any idea where they go, class times, class locations, lots more!) since people seem to like my story so much. Thanks guys, for reading and stuff like that!

(Blaise's POV, starting to PARTY!)

There were bright lights everywhere. Gryffindors dancing with the Slytherins everywhere, and those who weren't doing so were enjoying themselves with the food and drinks.

And this was happening in the Dungeons. Sweet, huh?

I gaped for a moment, running out of things to say. The Dungeons is turned into some kind of what Muggles would call "disco" or something of the sort.

'Zabini, it seems that we just have to be the party crashers, doesn't it?' Granger continued.

'No you're not, you two! You're the honorary guests!' Lee Jordan popped up, handing me a bottle of Butterbeer, and a glass full of fruit punch for Granger. He didn't seem so sober…

'Here's Butterbeer for the wizard, and fruit punch for the lady! Excluding me of course, I preferred fruit punch, so I drank like, seven glasses of it!' then he hiccuped, and frighteningly giggled. Gryffindor guys are so weird… Even Granger seemed to have jolted a bit from where she was standing before.

'Uh… thanks…' Granger said, even though Jordan was already out of sight, and then she took a big gulp from the glass.

'Hermione and Blaise are here!' I heard a shout, probably coming from Parvati Patil, who seems to be enjoying herself with Theo.

'Blaise, over here, mate!' I heard Xerxes call. 'Bring Hermione here, too!'

As I approached him, with Granger following closely behind, he grinned. Then he held out his hand to Granger.

'I'm Xerxes Meliflua. Just call me Xerxes if you like, though. How are things going for you, Hermione?'

Granger shook his hand. 'It's been perfect, isn't it?' she glared at me, then elbowed me in the chest while Xerxes was turning the other way.

'Ouch! Oh… absolutely perfect, no major faults at all, everything's fine!' I lied, but Xerxes seemed happy enough with the reply, so I left him at that.

'I'm related to Malfoy AND Weasley, quite a long way in the family tree, though. Have you heard of the ancient house of Blacks? I'm kind of related to them, but I'm a Meliflua boy… The Blacks… you know… the family motto, "toujours pur"! It means "always pure" in French…'

'Yeah… I know a bit of French.' Granger replied. Xerxes pondered for a moment.

'Probably you've heard of my crazy old Great-Aunt Araminta, who tried to legalise Muggle-hunting! Isn't that funny?' he said, then heartily laughed.

'B-Blaise told me some things about you already…' Granger said, stuttering at my name, as usual.

'Yeah, I told darling Hermione that you're related to both of the gits.' I finished for her. She was about to object about me calling her best friend a git, until…

Suddenly, a not-so sober-looking Ginny Weasley butted in. 'Hey, guys! I love you all!' she slurred, with Granger backing away slowly.

'You know what I'm gonna get you for Christmas? Do ya? Hey… It's YOU! (Weasley then pointed at a confused Xerxes) You're than drunken weirdass that I…' then before the poor girl finished, she fell down on the floor.

Ironic, isn't it? An intoxicated girl accusing my perfectly sober friend of being a drunken weirdass…

'Ginny, what are you doing? It's not safe to lie down on the floor… Galloping gargoyles, she's drunk! And she didn't drink anything even close to the Butterbeer!' a shocked and worried Spinnet yelled, as she helped Weasley get back up. Then the Weaslette started muttering some incomprehensive words as Spinnet dragged her through the crowd.

'Wonder how that could happen?' Granger said groggily, scratching the back of her neck.

'Hey… I heard that Harold Dingle spiked the fruit punch with a massive dose of Firewhisky…' I heard some Gryffindor girls (surprisingly, not Brown and Patil) gossiped, who I recognised to be third-year students. Apparently, Granger heard this too, and decided to be more careful in her choice of beverages. She put her fruit punch on a table nearby.

'I don't think I want to drink anymore…' she muttered. I wondered for a while whether the Butterbeer's spiked or not. But then I decided I don't give a damn and just sipped it anyway.

Then I spotted Malfoy, sitting on a large armchair, fighting against Pansy Parkinson who's trying to get him to dance with her.

'You will dance, Draco Malfoy!' she yelled.

'Three words, Pansy. NO. I. WON'T!' he shouted back.

'YOU WILL!'

'I DON'T WANT TO!'

'YOU HAVE TO PARTICIPATE IN SOCIAL EVENTS, YOU KNOW! MALFOYS ARE SUPPOSED TO DANCE!' she yelled back, her face just as red as the blonde boy (mind you, that's VERY red).

'I MOST CERTAINLY WON'T! Malfoys don't dance like this!' he said, pointing at the bunch of students dancing crazily. Umbridge would throw a fit if she found out the Gryffindors are joining the party. I suppose she doesn't give a damn about Slytherins throwing a massive party for themselves…

I swear Pansy looked like she would very much like to slap Malfoy across his now quite-pale again face, but didn't, and just yelled 'FINE, YOU ARROGANT ASSHOLE!' and marched angrily away.

'Bitch.' I heard Malfoy mutter quietly. Not that I'm being unfair or anything (not at all), but I'll have to side with Parkinson for this one.

'Granger, let's go talk to Malfoy.' I persuaded. Even though my real objections were to piss off Malfoy by repeating the event over and over again just for him.

'What for?' she asked, and stopped listening to Xerxes' ramblings.

'Never you mind… just go!' I said, then pulled her arm.

'Nice to meet you!' Xerxes yelled over some people as we disappeared through the crowd.

(Nobody's POV)

'Malfoy…' Blaise trailed, looking down at the boy sitting down.

'Zabini…' he replied coldly in return. 'What are you going to do now? Showing off your Mudblood girlfriend now, are you?'

'For your information Ferret, Zabini and I…'

'Stop there, Hermione. He doesn't know yet…' Blaise continued, and Hermione stayed silent.

'You mean you haven't told him that we're… you know…'

Draco gave a cold, cruel laugh. 'What? Zabini proposed to you now? I suppose you two are engaged right now!'

'You don't have to be so…' she started.

Suddenly, a voice familiar to Hermione was heard. 'Hermione?' it said. It was Ron.

'Oh, and you…' he said, looking down at Blaise (which is possible to achieve since Ron is quite tall and gangly). 'Zabini proposed to you now? I suppose you two are engaged right now!' he said mockingly.

'Whoa… freaky.' Blaise commented, replied with a nod from Hermione.

'What?' Ron said, clueless.

'Must you mind? It was nothing concerning me, of course.' Draco lied.

'Ron, you can't keep thinking all Slytherins are jerks like Malfoy you know…'

'Ahem! I am right here!' Draco said, offended. Hermione ignored him.

'But… with ZABINI for crying out loud! He's one son of a…' until Ron got cut off when Ginny started to scream out "Chudley Cannons stinks!" and Ron ran towards her.

'Well… Weaslette is highly sober tonight, isn't she?' Blaise said sarcastically.

'Since you're here already, Zabini. I might as well let you in about a little deal. Granger knows about this already, though. Just thought you might want to know who's been writing all these newspapers about you!'

'You do? Wait… if it's you, you'd probably want something in return…'

'Greatly observed, Zabini. And apparently, you are correct. But first, I want to know something. What's in it for me?'

'I don't know… If you tell me, I'll stop calling you ferret!' Hermione suggested. Draco gave a cold laugh again.

'Honestly, Mudblood. You actually thought that it would be worth only that much?'

'Uh… money?'

'Granger, my family is one the richest and most respected family in the Wizarding world.'

'Would you like to go out with Lavender Brown?'

Draco made a face, and stuck out his tongue for a few seconds, before starting to talk.

'Giggles too much, and the fact that Trelawney's her idol isn't such a turn-on either.'

'I don't know… the Quidditch Cup?'

'How exactly are you going to get the Cup for Slytherin?'

'Uh… make Harry lose?'

'I can defeat him whenever I want, you know!' Hermione was about to snort, but faked a cough instead. Draco looked insulted.

'Excuse me for a while… what about the House Cup?'

'Getting closer…'

Then Blaise got it. 'I know a little secret about you, and you would be in such big trouble if anyone finds out!' he said like an excited three-year-old in a candy shop.

Draco snorted. 'Like what, Zabini? That I sleep with a teddy bear at night? Which I don't…' he added at the end as Hermione made a face.

Blaise leaned closer, and whispered into his ear. 'I know you're associating with You-Know-Who, and I was wondering who would be the best person to tell it to. Potter, perhaps? Nah, perhaps Dumbledore would like to hear about it…'

Draco shuddered, then pushed Blaise away. 'Alright, you slimy git. But I'm not telling Mudblood!'

'Uh… Granger knows about this too…' Blaise lied, Hermione had no clue what he's talking about, but played along.

'Oh, I forgot about that! What do you think, should I go and tell everyone in this Common Room?' she said, even though she doesn't have any idea what this "secret" is.

'You told Granger?' Draco said with disbelief, but gave up. 'Fine, but you are NOT to tell anyone, not a single soul. You hear that Zabini?'

'Oh, I heard you, alright. Crystal clear!' he said. 'So… are you going to tell us now?'

'With all these people? I don't think so! I want this secret to be kept to as little people as possible.' Draco replied.

'Then when are you going to tell us?' Hermione asked.

'I'm not going to tell you, I'm going to show both of you who the person is, maybe after the newest edition of Zabini-Granger News is out, don't you think so, Zabini?'

'Hey, don't you ask me! I just want to know! Wait; can you give us a hint? Is it a girl or a guy?'

'Alright, I'll tell you some hints. The person's not in Gryffindor, and isn't younger than us. That should be enough!' Draco told, then he walked off tohis dormitory, muttering not-so-nice words as he pushed people aside to make way for him.

'What a prat…' Hermione said as Draco was out of sight. Blaise just snorted.

'You're telling me! I have to share a dormitory with him!' he commented.

'So…' Hermione started.

'What?' Blaise asked, then he took a big sip from his bottle of Butterbeer.

'Why did you say I know the "secret"? What is it anyway?'

'Honestly Hermione, I don't know why I did it. And we're not supposed to tell anyone, so I won't tell you…' he replied frigidly.

'But Malfoy thinks I know, so I can know too!' Hermione objected.

'But Hermione, I don't like to break my promises! So… later!' Blaise said, then walked off.

'Wait! You can't just walk on me like that! STOP RIGHT THERE, BLAISE ZABINI!' she yelled.

Blaise turned around. 'What is it now, Hermione?'

'Quit saying my name in every sentence! Wait, I just realised that Pansy was also interviewed in the first ever article…'

'Oh, well spotted! Calling her by her first name now, are you?' Blaise said sarcastically.

'Will you listen to me first? I reckon if we ask her, she'll tell us who it is.'

'Good idea, why don't we try it out? She's sitting grumpily just there!' Blaise then pointed to a furious-looking Pansy.

'Alright, but you have to help me as well!'

'But-' Blaise started, but it was too late.

'Hey, Pansy!' Hermione greeted. Blaise scoffed. 'Girls…'

'Hey Hermione, hi, Blaise! Draco really pissed me off back there..' Pansy replied.

'I feel sorry for you! Say… do you know who writes the Zabini-Granger News?' Hermione asked.

'I know how the person looks like… but I'll be better off if I don't tell… I kind of promised to try not to tell.'

'Who told you to?' Blaise asked bluntly. Pansy looked up.

'Draco, of course. So sorry, I can't help you.'

'Will you just tell us?' Blaise was about to say, until Hermione smacked him on the head.

'Twice in a day, Hermione! Sheesh!' he exclaimed.

'Don't worry about it, Pansy! Say… why don't you have a fruit punch?'

'Aren't they… Ouch! My foot!' Blaise said as Hermione stamped his right foot.

'No thanks, I don't feel like a drink…' Pansy rejected.

'Just drink it!' Hermione forced. Pansy took the glass from the girl's hand, and cowered as she sipped it slowly.

'Faster!' Hermione exclaimed, and Pansy did as she was told. Then she finished the whole glass.

'Have another one!' Hermione offered in a sugary voice. Pansy shook her head.

'I said, have another one!' she continued. Pansy couldn't reject, since she's scared out of her wits.

'Whoa… I didn't know Granger could be so… scary!' Blaise thought, as Pansy gulped a glass after another. 'Parkinson probably have got… almost ten glasses of fruit punch by now!'

(After a while…)

An empty glass with a mini umbrella in it fell to the floor, rolling around for a while. Pansy started to have a stupid grin on her face, and slurred just like Ginny did. 'Hey, 'Mione! Hey Blaisie! Ain't this a great party? Whoopee!' then she giggled.

'That's nice, Pansy. So… you said you were about to tell us the writer of Zabini-Granger News…'

She giggled. 'I did? Oh well, I'll tell you. The hair's all nice and silky, it's black too! Do you know, the name is…' then she fell backwards on her chair, the silly smile still transfixed on her face. Blaise crouched down, and moved towards the smashed girl, then looked towards Hermione.

'I think's she's got an overdose of Firewhisky-spiked fruit punch…' Blaise commented, then poked on the face with his wand.

Hermione just shrugged. 'She'll wake up tomorrow. Now help me get her up to her dormitory.'

'I can't do that! Guys aren't allowed to go into girl's dormitory, remember? The stairs turn into a slide-looking thing…'

'You've actually tried to go to the girls' dormitory?'

'No, I saw that Baddock kid try that. Smart little guy, isn't he? Only in his second year, and is already a pervert!'

'Whatever… then get some girl to help me!'

'Want me to get Malfoy to lend you a hand?' Blaise joked. Hermione glared at him.

'Very funny! Oi, Angelina! Parvati, and Patricia! Help me get Pansy to her dormitory, she's completely smashed!'

Angelina Johnson, Parvati Patil and Patricia Stimpson ran towards Pansy as fast as possible.

'Gulping Gorgons, this is just like what happened to Ginny! Come on, let's carry her! Hermione, you stay here, Blaise could be worried!' said a worried Angelina, not noticing that Blaise was right behind them.

'Hey, Parvati, where's Lavender?' Hermione asked as Parvati lifted Pansy's head.

'Oh, she said something real good has happened, and she wanted to preserve the moment! So then right now she's spending her time eating Chocolate Cauldrons she bought in her Hogsmeade trip. Said she went with a boy she's in love with or something…' then Parvati and the other two Gryffindor girls walked away, lifting Pansy up.

'Well… we've got that problem solved!' Blaise commented, tapping Hermione on the shoulder.

She jumped up. 'Don't do that!'

'Why not, Hermione?'

'You arrogant little…'

'Aaargh!' someone screamed. Blaise and Hermione turned around.

'Malfoy?' Blaise muttered with confusion.

Wo0t! Another long chapter for you guys! Wonder what Malfoy did...Wait for Part 2 of the party!