Author's Note: Well, here's another edited chapter. It's so much longer now! Before it was barely 450 words! Now it's like over 2,000 words! Anyways, back to the story.

Chapter 2

The Invitation

Ronald Weasley was sitting in the Great Hall eating his breakfast. But he couldn't eat to much, for his eye kept staring at a beautiful girl known as Hermione Granger who was sitting across the table from him. He wasn't staring at her like he normal had; he was staring at her in a very lustful way. Not that she noticed or even cared, Ron wasn't her type and she would never date him, unless it was a pity date or something of that matter.

It didn't help the fact that Ron was still sitting there watching her, dreaming about being with her. He was staring at her brown curly hair and the way that it seemed to flow whenever she moved her head. The way her brown eyes were concentrated on the piece of homework in front of her; she was studying it as though waiting for it to move or something. Nonetheless, the fire in her eyes was still there, the type of fire that could burn through a person's soul.

He watched the way she would bring her quill up to her mouth and slowly chew on the tip of it. He loved the way her lips curled around the end of the pen, the way that they seemed to flush a deeper colour of red as they slowly sucked on the quill. This movement of Hermione's sent cold chills down through Ron's spine. He started to imagine Hermione sucking and nibbling like that on a specific body part of his own.

When he looked down from her lips he noticed how the first three buttons of Hermione's button down shirt weren't buttoned. Ron could see a small part of Hermione's cleavage. He never noticed before how large Hermione's breast had grown. He also noticed that Hermione was trying to hide them, but you can't hide something that large.

Once again, Ron looked lower tying to get his gazed off of something that would arouse him. It was then when Ron noticed Hermione's hands. Ron watched Hermione's slim fingers move across her paper. Slowly touching here and there as if she was teasing the paper. All she was really doing was teasing Ronald's mind. He watching the way her fingers moved in an unrhythmic manor across the paper. One hand came up and began to twirl a piece of her curly hair in-between its' fingers. The clever fingers slowly moved their way down and began to rub on Hermione's bottom lip as she took the quill from her mouth.

It was if she was teasing him in every manor. He knew that he should really look away and not stare at her like this, but for some reason, he just couldn't help but to look. It was if she had some type of spell on him that prevented him to look away. It was if she secretly wanted him to look at her. It was as if she secretly wanted this attention from him. She wanted him to stare at her, even though she didn't even know that she really did want Ron to stare at her.

Harry, who was sitting right beside Ron, looked up at Hermione asked for help with his own homework. Since Hermione didn't really feel like walking around the table to help Harry she just leaned over the table. Ron began to pray to Merlin about what he was now seeing. He had never been so happy that Harry needed help with his homework.

Since Hermione's buttons were undone, Ron got a perfect view of Hermione's breast. Ron could feel his mouth go dry as he stared at the perfect curves of her breast. Ron had never got to even see this much of a girl before and he was going to take full advantage of seeing this. Ron prayed that Harry kept asking questions about his homework.

A growing problem started to happen in Ron's pants. He didn't care; he wanted to get off watching an unsuspecting Hermione. Ron slyly slipped his hand underneath the table and began to rub himself over the cloth that covered his growing erection. Ron's eyes slowly began to flutter shut as he rubbed himself more forcefully. He kept replaying the sight of the way see was bending over and Hermione's sweet lips over and over again in his mind.

He could feel himself growing closer to coming. He figured that it would be best to get up and go to the restroom to continue this. At the same time, he knew that if he got up now his arousal would be quite difficult to miss. He tried to calm his breathing down. He tried to keep himself somewhat normal. In the end, he failed miserably. So, he kept concentrating on the beautiful bookworm girl in front of him.

Ron's thoughts about Hermione were suddenly interrupted when a piece of paper fell down in front of his face. He quickly removed his hand from under the table and reached out his hand to grab to the paper, but Harry had already wrapped his tan fingers around it. Hermione sat back down in her seat and Ron wanted to murder who ever it was who just made Hermione sit back down. Quickly turning around to see who had dropped the paper, when Ron looked up he saw his worst enemy, Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy, what's this?" Harry said hastily as he quickly began to read it

"Look for yourself." Draco said while rolling his eyes.

"An invitation? You've got to be kidding me," Harry said with some surprise.

"Nope no joke you come, all of you can come," he said with a little grin. Mainly looking down Ginny.

"What's it for?" Harry accused.

"Just a little get together. A little Slytherin get to together. I hope you all can come," Draco snickered.

"What would we do there? This isn't some kind of trick is it Malfoy? Cuz if it-" Ron began.

Malfoy cut off Ron, "No it's not a trick mainly there is a lot of drinking, people screwing each other like mad, and we would just play games you know betting games."

"Malfoy you know we don't have any money for that type of thing!"

"I know you mudbloods and riffraff don't have any money but that's not what we're betting."

Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Harry looked at each other with confusion. If they weren't betting money then what would they be betting? About a zillion different questions began to run through all of their heads. Finally Ginny spoke up, "Then what will we betting, if it's not for money?"

"Well I can't tell you other wise there would be no surprise in tonight. I have to go back to my respective table. Hopefully if your not all chicken shits you'll show up," Draco snickered as he was walking away.

"I wonder what's going to be going on at his party?" Hermione asked.

"Your not seriously thinking about going are you," Ron replied with wonder.

"Well yeah, I mean I don't like the guy but you never know it could still be fun. And besides I want to know what kind of bets he was talking about. Aren't you guys going to go?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, Harry shrugged, honestly he could have cared less about the dumb party. Ron sighed, he knew that he would go just to please Hermione. He would do anything for her. Ron looked over at his little sister and replied to Hermione, "I guess. Why not? Hey, Ginny, are you going?"

Ron's question had awoken her from her daydreaming. She was lost in a wonderland of Draco. Ginny just couldn't help herself. It was as if he had cast a spell on her. She didn't know what happened. She just fell for him all of a sudden. When he came near her, she felt her breath catch in her throat. She felt her hands grow sweaty. She felt herself become lost in his silver pools that were known as eyes when he looked at her. She couldn't help but to help excited when he came near her. There was a scent in the air when he walked by, she knew that it was some kind of cologne that he was wearing. When he walked away, Ginny had to try not to reach out and grab him.

One thing that caught Ginny's attention was the feeling that Malfoy was staring her down; she could feel his eyes on her. She could just tell that he was looking at her breast. In away it scared her very much, but deep down inside of her it kind of turned her on. It turned her on so much that she purposely leaned over the table even more, just so he could get a better view.

She didn't know why, but the idea of Draco being with her, the idea of Draco wanting her, the idea of Draco staring at parts of her she wouldn't allow anyone else to see, turned her on in a whole new level. Even though she knew what she was doing was wrong and that she shouldn't let him look at her like that, she wanted him to look at her like that. For some reason, Ginny felt as if she would give herself to Draco openheartedly.

Ginny had never felt that way. She'd never been turned on by something so erotic and dangerous. When Draco looked at her it made her feel like a different person. Like she was hot and dangerous and unreachable. The way that Draco turned her on was too…too… indescribable. Then again she had never really been turned on at all,…well… accept that one time with Harry.

Harry Potter, the raven haired beauty had turned her on so badly, even to this day she still wants him. The way Harry had touched her made her skin feel on fire. The way he looked into her eyes still made her moan out in pleasure. She had never been touched the way Harry had touched her. The way Harry licked her lips as he began to kiss her was so sensual she thought she had died from the pleasure. The way that Harry pounded into her still gave her cold chills even after all of this time. The way Harry moaned out her name still haunts her dreams even now.

Ginny knew that Harry was the one lover she would never be able to forget. If she never made love with him again that she would be perfectly happy, because Harry's touch was enough to last her for a lifetime.

A mental picture of Harry laying above her with small sweat beads beginning to form on his forehead, flashed back into her mind. The picture of Harry's finely formed body ran through her mind. Ginny could feel herself starting to become wet, when she thought about Harry. Then she remember Ron's question.

"Um… yeah sure I have nothing else to do." Ginny replied. And besides maybe Harry and I could have another chance to kiss again or maybe even something else once again.

As Draco decided not to return to the Slytherin table. He left the Great Hall and headed into the dungeons. Although it was morning the corridor that Draco was walking through was dark. Draco continued to walk for sometime until he didn't see another person in the hall. The blonde leaned against the wall and let himself slowly sit down on the ground.

What a sweet girl. She seems so innocent and sweet, yet there is just something about her that just seems so dangerous. She may not be the best looking girl in the world, but god does she have a nice ass. Oh the way she was leaning over the table like that you could see right down her shirt. You could see her perfectly shaped breasts. I think she might have seen me staring at her. Then again, if she did then why did she lean even further over.

As Draco's mind began to ponder thoughts of the way Ginny was bending over the table, his hand unconsciously began to rub his ever growing erection. Draco let his head fall back against the cold stone. His platinum blonde hair sprayed against the stone. A small whimper came from Draco's slightly parted lips.

If all goes right at this party, then I'll have her by the end of the night! Just as long as my little game goes right and if her stupid brother would just stay out of the way, then this will be the best day of my life. Draco began to picture what all he wanted to do with Ginny that night. He pictured hovering above her, letting his hand wonder over her body, letting her own hands run over his fine skin, twisting and grabbing her red hair, pounding into her, make her moan out his name, make her scream out with pleasure, mainly, he just wanted to make her his.

Another moan escaped from Draco's lips. When he realized what he was doing, he ripped his hand off of himself. He had to stop thinking of Ginny. It was beginning to make his pants grow quite tight.

Author's Note: I'm sooo sorry! One of my guy friends is going to kill me if he reads this. Only because the whole Ron and Hermione scene was actually based off one of my guy friends' problems. Anyway, I love you Ron (guy this is based off of) !