A/N: Just a reminder, even though Hermione and Draco get a little hot in this chapter. It is NOT going to be a romance between them. Just avoiding disappointment. Although you may find Hermione going through several interesting changes in chapters to come. THANKS TO ALL YOU REVIEWERS!

Chapter Nine

Mr. Superstar

Hey Mr. Superstar, I'll do anything for you.

Hey Mr. Superstar, I'm your number one fan.

Hey Mr. Porno Star, I, I, I, I want you.

Hey Mr. Sickly Star I wanna get sick from you.

Hey Mr. Falling star don't you know I worship you?

Hey Mr. Big Rock Star I wanna grow up just like you!

Cause I know that I could turn you on.

I wish I could just turn you off.

I never wanted this…

Hey Mr. Super hate, I just wanna love you…

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In all the Hogwarts parties Draco Malfoy had attended, there had never been any parties thrown that could measure up to the Slytherins. These parties were open to the other three houses, and for a special reason. The Slytherins always looked for an opportunity to show off.

The first thing Draco saw when he entered the Room of Requirement was a Ravenclaw girl named Susan Malridge dancing topless on a thick glass table. He felt a smirk form on his lips. The Slytherin reputation lived on. No matter how many students from the other three houses attended their parties, it still had the serpent written all over it. A serpent planned it, therefore the students attending behaved like serpents, no matter how virginal they seemed. You might say the good girls let go at these particular gatherings.

He was an hour late but Slytherin parties usually went strong for most of the early hours of morning. The scent of blood was still fresh on his breath as he took in the view.

"Draco!" Pansy called pushing her way through the crowd. She flung her arms limply around his shoulders and sunk against him a little bit. It became apparent that she was a bit tipsy. She quickly let go and shoved him playfully. "You're late," she scolded, giving him the worst glare she could muster, which of course wasn't all that scary. He could see the smile sparkling in her blue eyes. "I thought you weren't going to show!"

"Pansy," Draco said smiling down at her, his fangs glinting in the strobe lights that were flashing above the crowd, "When have you ever known me to turn down a party?"

Usually Draco crashed Gryffindor parties just to put a little more light in their pathetic lives. He usually left with a few hickies here and there and his hair slightly messy. The Slytherins were never invited to parties thrown by other houses but they came any way. And truthfully they weren't a nuisance. Let's just say the Serpents were quite fun when alcohol was involved.

Pansy giggled and pulled him down by his trench coat collar. Her lips locked roughly with his and he leaned into the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned slightly and leaned into him more. Draco wrapped his arms around her small form and returned her affection kinkily.

She broke away panting. "Remember the promise I made you?" she breathed in his ear. She pressed her soft lips to his neck and sucked.

"Of course," he said bringing her closer still. She stood on tiptoe to reach his ear, as he scanned the crowd over her shoulder.

"After the party I want you to come to my bedroom with me," she whispered, licking his ear lobe. It sent chills down his neck and he shivered slightly smirking even bigger still. "And we'll do anything you want to do."

"Alright," he whispered, squeezing her tightly. It was then that his gray eyes narrowed. He'd spotted Potter and Weasley. Between them was who he was looking for. He smirked evilly. "I wouldn't miss it for the world…"

Pansy smiled and kissed him tenderly one last time. She then disappeared into the crowd and left Draco to himself. A lot of people mistook Pansy for Draco's girlfriend except for the Slytherins. She might as well have been his girlfriend except for the small fact that they grew tired of each other after spending so much quality time together. She had all the benefits of a girlfriend, except for the small details. You might call them Malfoy benefits if you like:

She didn't overcrowd him.

She didn't get upset when he slept with other girls.

He didn't have to buy her presents.

He could have her when ever her wanted.

He didn't have to show her public affection.

And of course, Pansy was grateful that she didn't have to deal with:

His enormous ego.

His constant need to control and over power people around him.

His moodiness.

His obsessive-compulsive disorder when it came to his appearance and room cleanliness.

His morning ritual of standing in the mirror for several minutes to make sure he still looked gorgeous.

Little did Pansy know, he hadn't been much like himself lately. Well… he wasn't quite as bad as usual.

Draco entered the crowd in search of the mudblood. He would execute his plan and he was going to do it right. Several girls rubbed against him as he made his way into the center of the large group.

He winked and flicked his tongue across his lips at a couple of them. Some he stopped to make out with, but usually he was set on his task.

"Where are you Granger?" he muttered to himself trying to scan the room. His brain wave was interrupted by someone running into him in the crowd. He looked to his left to see who it was and found himself facing Potter, who looked slightly thrown off.

"Malfoy," he said scathingly. Draco smiled.

"In the flesh," he drawled.

"You're going to pay for what you did to Hermione in the library," Harry snapped.

"I'm well aware of where it happened Potter, I'm not senile. And I see you're still stuck on that?" Draco asked, his eyebrows raised. "It was only a little taste, and you know, for a mudblood she tasted quite good. It makes me wonder…"

Harry looked at him expectantly. "Wonder what Malfoy?" he asked suspiciously.

Draco advanced on Potter slightly, until he could feel Potter's breath on his face.

"What would the rest of her taste like?" Draco's eyes glinted maliciously. His lips had brushed Potter's when he spoke. "Nice chat…"

He then turned to leave when Harry spoke.

"Don't you dare threaten her like that, Malfoy," he growled. Draco turned to face Potter, smirking.

"I'm a gentle lover Potter," Malfoy said casually. "Your dear Hermione's a big girl. She can probably take me…" He then disappeared without another word.

As soon as he was out of sight, Harry wiped his mouth on his robe collar. Something about the way Malfoy was so close was disconcerting. He knew that the blonde wasn't gay…no that definitely wasn't it. Lately he'd had more malice to him. He usually kept his distance like the coward he was, but recently he was right up in your face.

Harry suddenly got the distinct feeling he should find Hermione, before someone else got a hold of her. Harry set off on his task, which was slightly hopeless.

Malfoy had already caught her brain wave. She was looking for Potter.

Draco found her more towards the center of the crowd. People danced around her and she was moving slightly outward towards Potter. Draco snuck up behind her and ran his cold fingers down her slender arm, catching a hold of her small wrist. A new song began to play. It was the same artist as last time.

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You cut off all of your fingers, trade them in for dollar bills.

Cake on some more make-up, to cover up all those lines.

Wake up and stop shaking cause you're just wasting time.

Don't you want some of this?

Don't you need some of this?

You take but cannot be given.

You ride but cannot be ridden.

Pinch this tiny heart of mine, wrap it up in soiled twine.

You never read what you've written.

I'll be your lover, I'll be forever, I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high…

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The music pulsed through him and he began to slowly turn savage again, as his victim was finally in his grasp. She spun around in surprise, when she felt his tight grip on her.

It was then that he took a good look at her. She was going to be just the same as him now…No longer a mudblood, something better. He had always resented that she was in league with him when it came to school. But now he could appreciate her intelligence, although her hard headedness got to him, and he suspected it always would.

"Malfoy!" she said startled. He yanked her roughly against him and Hermione looked up startled to find his gray orbs glinting down at her. His hard body enfolded her and he slowly began to sway to the music.

"You've been on my mind all night Granger," he said into her hair, which was still quite bushy. She stiffened in his arms, becoming tense. Something in his voice told her to run, but she couldn't break away from him.

"W-what?" she stammered. He smirked evilly at her.

"You know what I mean," he whispered, his fangs protruding mockingly from his gums as he smiled. They were so smooth and perfect that she found herself staring at them. Then the question that was plaguing him came flooding from his mouth. "What do you want mudblood?" he whispered almost viciously into her ear. It was a sardonic question.

"I want you to let go of me," she whispered.

A sneer played on his lips.

"Is that really what you want?" he asked looking down into her face, his eyes penetrating deep inside of her. He let go of her and she found she was unable to move away. She looked up at him accusingly.

"You're doing this to me!" she said. "You're holding me here!"

He shook his head. "No, I let you go. Leave if you want to…" But he knew she wouldn't be going anywhere.

As Hermione stared up at him, her mind began to fog over. She could feel herself being drawn to him, as everything else became insignificant. It was just she and him and she found what she wanted. But the question always lay in the back of her mind.

"Is this choice of my free will?"

Truthfully, when presented with an opportunity to gain power…Hermione found she wanted more knowledge.

"Why me?" she thought staring up at the pale blonde who stared back smirking at her.

"Is he trying to take something away from me?" She thought, her mouth going dry. This wasn't a gift…this was a punishment…

It was then that he reached out and grabbed her by her wrist again.

"Times up," he sneered. He then began to drag her through the crowd.

He was overpowering her mentally and physically. Her mind drew blank and she was quite confused about what was going on. Slightly unaware of what was about to happen to her.

She pulled away slightly, and he only yanked her further without turning around, and yet again she felt as though she were bonded with him, and she moved with him through the crowd, not noticing the strange looks they were getting. He spun her in front of him and slammed her against the damp stone wall, pressing himself against her.

She could feel his warm breath on her face andhis lips brushed hers, making her feel hot.

"Are you ready?" he asked. He really didn't care. This time it was Hermione who surprised him. She looked at him longingly and then grabbed him by his trench coat collar and pressed her warm lips against his. His eyes widened a moment as her moist lips worked against his, and he was even more shocked when he felt himself heating up. It wasn't long before he began complying, running his hands along her thin waistline.

Draco pushed against her, so that her small waist was pressed against him, his hands on either side of her head. Her small hands found their way to the back of his head, where she fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He bit her bottom lip roughly, causing her to let out a small whimper. Their tongues ran against each other's and then she bit down drawing blood. Draco pulled away smiling slightly, as blood ran over his lower lip. He then shrugged off his trench coat, for he felt overheated in it, and then began kissing her neck, pushing his crotch into hers. She moaned slightly, as she felt the blood from his tongue trickle down her neck. He pulled away smirking, and she saw his cornea become lined with blood. He moved her head roughly to the side.

It was then that he opened his mouth, his fangs digging into her warm flesh, and he bit down, feeling her skin give way. She gasped as the pain ran through her. He felt her stiffen, and he put his pale hands on her waist again, for support.

Hermione's eyes blackened over and she suddenly felt extreme pleasure run through her. She then sunk against the wall and he held her up as he sucked the life out of her. Her hands were on his shoulders and he felt her begin to sweat with the stress of losing so much blood. It was then that he broke away, and kissed her again, pushing his bleeding tongue in her mouth. She clamped down and began to suck hard, drawing as much blood as she could.

The pain Draco felt was almost unbearable as he groped the wall for support. He let out a groan and shut his eyes tight against the tinge, as his body tried to keep his blood in, but she was sucking it out of him with ease. His nerves began to scream and with all his might, he broke away from her, breathing harshly. She sunk against the wall with a grimace on her face.

With his blood to aide her into the change; she began to turn right in front of him. She looked up at him, her eyes blood red and he simply wiped his mouth off and deserted her with one last look of scorn.

The truth was, he felt nothing for Hermione. His arousal was just something that happened to him in the midst of taking his victims. He then sneered and entered the crowd again…

A/N: Review and tell me what you think! I hope you have as much fun reading this chapter as I did writing it:D