Since everyone love Mistletoe Santa, I've decided to add a sequel to it.

DISCLAIMER: RATED M FOR A REASON! It's my first attempt at smut, so go easy on me, won't cha?

Oi, READ AND REVIEW, people! I didn't pass my exams for this! (Just kidding. I passed, but barely, since I spent the time studying to type this.)

Oh, Gods!

'A Valentine's costume party? Sounds fun!' Ginny looked up excitedly.

Valentine's day was next week. Hermione and her friends had just received an invitation to a party.

'It said that we should all dress as Greek gods and goddesses,' Harry frowned, adjusting his glasses. 'The planets were named after those blokes, right?' Ron asked, 'Venus, Jupiter and Pluto, yeah?'

'Ronald, first of all, Pluto is NOT a planet,' Hermione fixed him a stern glare,' Second, those are the Roman names. The Greek names are Aphrodite, Zeus and Hades.' Ron groaned, 'Who cares? They're all the same guys who made our lives miserable! Mercury, Neptune, Uranus... How the heck am I supposed to memorize those?'

'Who do you think I should be, Hermione?' Ginny turned to Hermione, ignoring his brother's whines. 'Depends on if you want to be couples or not,' Hermione smiled, 'I also suggest you guys read some Greek mythology books. Their descriptions might help you decide your costumes.'

'I wonder who will be at the party...' Ginny's voice trailed off, 'I hope Zabini won't be there. Things are a bit awkward between us.' Hermione smiled sympathetically. She had the same problem with Draco. 'If he's there, I'll show him whose girl Ginny is,' Harry grinned and flexed his arms. Ginny slapped him hard on the chest, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

'Yeah, right,' Ginny rolled her eyes, 'Zabini could punch your lights out with a single blow.' Harry blushed while Hermione laughed and shook her head. If only she and Draco could be this close...

DracoxHermione

Sitting in the library, Hermione was browsing for some books when she heard two voices.

'This is too easy, Blaise. You should be Hades, that guy from the Underworld.'

'What about you, Drake? Apollo, since he got the same blond hair as yours?'

'I had told you, my hair is platinum blond! And no, 'cause that guy wears red. I don't want to dress up in fucking Gryffindor colours.'

Hermione stifled a gasp with her hand. It's Draco! She scrambled around, trying to pack all her things into her bag. She wasn't ready to meet him yet. However, she tripped over a book and fell onto the floor with a thud.

Cursing herself, Hermione straightened up to find a figure standing over her. 'Granger?' asked a confused but surprised Blaise, 'Why are you here?' Hermione was about to explain when a voice called, 'Stop acting so fucking naive, Blaise. The library is Granger's second home, don't you know?'

Hermione blushed and retorted, 'So? At least I don't spend time in empty classrooms, hiding from crazy fangirls!' A deep chuckle sounded through the library, which caused a mess in her knickers. Hermione pressed her thighs together, trying to relieve the tingling between her legs.

'Shut up, Malfoy,' she snapped angrily before grabbing her bag and leaving the library.

DracoxHermione

Hermione flipped through the books she borrowed from the library. A Hogsmeade trip was coming up, and she knew exactly what she wanted to buy.

All the clothes shops in Hogsmeade were full of people buying costumes. Hermione and Ginny could barely breathe.

'Have you finished, 'Mione?'

'No! Where are you, by the way?'

'By the shoe aisle! Can you see me?'

'Yep! I'm coming!'

'Have you found your costume yet, Gin?' Hermione asked as she squeezed her way to her friend. When Ginny didn't answer, Hermione raised her voice, 'Gin?' 'Oh, Godric Gryffindor!' came Ginny's reply. She had a huntress outfit in her right hand and a pair of silver sandals in her left hand, 'These are gorgeous!' Hermione nodded approvingly, 'That's the costume of Artemis, the goddess of the moon and hunting. You've got good taste, Gin!'

'What about you?' Ginny questioned. Hermione grinned mysteriously. She already had a goddess in mind, but she wanted to surprise her friends. 'You'll just have to wait and find out!' Hermione winked at Ginny, who stuck her tongue out playfully.

DracoxHermione

One hour 'till party time. Hermione was nervous and jittery, like all girls in the dormitory. Lavender kept blabbering; Parvati combed her hair for the umpteenth time; Ginny kept glancing at the clock every ten seconds. Finally, Ginny spoke, 'Aren't you going to get into your outfit, 'Mione?'

Hermione had her makeup done hours ago, but she was still wearing her school robes. She shook her head and smiled slightly, 'I can't show you yet.' Lavender replied haughtily, 'Obviously, she's not going to the party since she doesn't have a date, unlike me.' Hermione rolled her eyes. Although Lavender had become sweeter after dating Theodore, she was still a stuck-up bitch sometimes.

'I'm going to the party, Lavender,' Hermione snapped, 'I want to surprise you all. Do you not understand the word "surprise"?' Lavender snarled but was stopped by Parvati, who shot Hermione a scathing look and left. Hermione huffed. So much for helping Lavender get a boyfriend!

Ginny looked at Hermione worryingly. 'Are you alright, 'Mione? If you don't have a date, you can always join Harry and me-' 'I'm fine, Gin!' Hermione interrupted furiously. What's wrong with these people? She made a mental note to herself: NEVER surprise her friends again. Ginny nodded uncertainly and left for the party.

DracoxHermione

Ginny's POV (First-person)

I was greeted by a very handsome Zeus when I arrived in the Room of Requirement. 'My lord,' I giggled as I bowed. Harry's mouth fell open. 'Um, er,' he stuttered. 'Close your mouth, my lord,' I laughed, 'Or you'll attract flies.' He cleared his throat and stood up tall. 'Impressive?' he asked.

I had to admit that Harry looked really powerful in his navy blue robes: his hair was messy, and he had Transfigurated his wand into a four-feet-tall lightning bolt; one side of his robes was off-shoulder, showing off his muscles. 'Quidditch really helped him build his muscles,' I thought as I admired the view. He wore sandals instead of sneakers, and he had a crown made of oak leaves on his head.

'Checking me out?' Harry smirked. 'You wish!' I smacked him with my bow. Harry grabbed my waist and kissed me passionately. 'You're supposed to be my father,' I mumbled between kisses, 'This isn't right.' 'Who cares?' Harry whispered back, 'Greeks were seriously messed up. Did you know that Zeus's wife, Hera, was his sister?' I shuddered. That's a piece of information I didn't want to know.

Just then, I heard an annoyed grumble, 'Just because you're a couple doesn't mean that you have to snog in the middle of the room.'

DracoxHermione

Hermione's POV (First-person)

I put on the bronze war helmet and looked into the mirror. I saw a nervous but beautiful Athena staring back at me. Thanks to Ginny's clever hands, my hair was sleeky and braided. I had changed the colour of my eyes into stormy grey, the exact shade when Draco was angry. Wait, why was I thinking about him?

To be honest, I was thinking about which god he would be. At first, I thought it was Apollo, but he said, and I quote, "I don't want to dress up in fucking Gryffindor colours." Since he had been so adamant about that, I crossed that option off my list. I'm sure that he wouldn't want to be Ares since he had red hair, and he certainly wouldn't want to limp around as Hestaphus.

Shrugging, I grabbed my Transfigurated wand (which was now a shield) and left for the party. It was a little uncomfortable at first to walk in the high-heeled sandals I bought, but I adjusted to it before entering the Room of Requirement.

The first couple I saw was Zeus and Artemis who were smooching. Ginny really pulled off the huntress look in her white chiton. Her chiton was a few inches above her knees and was ripped to look as if she had just gone back from an exhausting hunt. Her hair was tied up into a messy ponytail, with a few stray hairs. Her hunting bow slung carelessly on her shoulder.

However, snogging with Harry ruined the image of a fearless Hunter. My spirits were immediately doused since I didn't have a date. I cleared my throat and barked, 'Just because you're a couple doesn't mean that you have to snog in the middle of the room.'

They instantly sprung apart, blushing and panting heavily. ''Mione! I didn't hear you!' Harry laughed. 'Well, father,' I smirked, 'May I remind you that I am Athena, goddess of wisdom, not 'Mione.' Ginny gasped, something very un-Artemis like. 'Merlin! I mean, holy me! You look fabulous!'

Truth to be told, I spent ages trying to find the perfect Athena outfit. At last, I stumbled upon this elaborate war helmet and golden cape. There was also a matching sword. The chiton with golden fringes looks amazing, too. 'Thanks, sister,' I looked around and frowned, 'Where's Ron and Parkinson?'

'HUSBAND!' a shrill voice shrieked. The next thing we knew, Harry was suffocated by a gigantic mass of peacock feathers. 'Get off me, you crazy-Parkinson?!' Parkinson let go of Harry and stood back, announcing dramatically, 'Ta-da, darlings! The queen of the universe is here!'

Parkinson had a crown made of peacock feathers, and she also wore a pair of peacock earrings. Her necklace was silver with three peacock feathers on it. She wore a sleeveless dress resembling a peacock that covered her feet, and she had a golden staff in her hand. A cuckoo perched on top of it.

'Wow, Parkinson. People might mistake you for trying to camouflage yourself in the jungle,' Ginny commented dryly. Parkinson crossed her arms and sneered, 'Very funny, Weasley. You should see your dear brother first before giving others unwanted advice.' She smirked and jerked her head to her right. I turned and gasped.

Ron, in short, was a walking disaster. His hair was partly shaved off, he wore a black ripped shirt and jacket, his shorts were torn. He looked as if he had just come back from a fight with some lunatic.

'Ron! What happened?' Harry asked, appalled. 'Obviously,' Ginny snorted, her hands on her hips, 'He had listened to a certain Slytherin telling him what a "real" god looks like.' Ron's face was flushed. Apparently, Ginny had guessed it right.

'Who are you supposed to be?' I asked, curious. Before Ron could reply, a dreamy voice came from behind Parkinson. Luna glided towards us with Neville in tow, looking very uncomfortable in his purple chiton. 'Hello Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Pansy and Ron,' she smiled before glancing at Ron, 'I've always wanted to have a nephew.' Harry cleared his throat. 'Er, Luna,' he said slowly, 'This is Ron. He's not your nephew.'

'I know,' Luna replied, 'But I am Hestia. He is Ares, so he's my nephew.' She stared at us with wide eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ginny made a sound between choking and laughing, 'You're supposed to be Ares?' Ron refused eye contact with us, the tips of his eyes turning pink. I stifled a laugh. Ron looked nothing like Ares. Even Luna's costume looked more like Hestia.

Luna had a plain brown dress with weird-looking knots on it. She had a brown shawl around her neck. She had ditched her radish earings, and with a serene smile on her face, she looked a lot like kind Hestia. Neville, on the other hand, had a crown made out of grapevines. His indigo robes had wrinkles, and his goblet was filled with wine. He looked uneasy, as he kept glancing around at other students.

Ginny had drifted off to talk with Parvati, who was Persephone. Her powder-white dress was off-shoulder, with a few lilies decorating it. She had a daffodil in her hair, which was beautifully braided and had a ponytail. Next to her was Lavender, who had a strapless hot pink dress. It was glittery and knee-length. She kept sending daggers at me because I got most of the male population's attention. (Which proved that she failed. I mean, she's supposed to be Aphrodite, the goddess of lust and beauty!)

However, her attention quickly turned to the three guys who walked into the room. Her date, Theodore, had a sky-blue chiton with a pair of winged sandals. He got a golden snake staff in his right hand, and he had a mischievous grin on his face, much like Hermes. Lavender blushed hard when he kissed and complimented her.

But my focus was on the other two men. Blaise, or should I say Hades, wore a jade black chiton with two skrulls on the straps. He wore makeup so that his face was pale, and he got dark circles under his eyes. He was holding (I guess) the Helm of Darkness, which was sparkling under the party lights.

Draco was the opposite of Blaise. He had a Slytherin green cape and a piece of shamrock green cloth with emeralds adorning it was hung around his hips loosely, which meant that his chest was exposed to the hungry eyes of his fan club. (Not that I'm jealous. Okay, maybe I'm a bit jealous.) He had charmed his hair so that it was blond and elbow-length. A crown made of seaweed was on his head, which would've made me laugh if I hadn't been so busy gawking at him. His eyes were also turned into a sea-green shade. He had a trident in his hand, and he was smirking at me.

'Brother,' he raised a challenging eyebrow at Harry, whose jaw was also dropped. Realising that Draco was speaking to him, he cleared his throat and stuck out his hand formally, 'Poseidon.' Draco shook it, and for a moment there was an awkward silence until Parvati squealed and scampered towards Draco, batting her eyelashes. 'Hello Draco,' she said breathlessly, 'I must say you look rather ravishing.' Draco's lips curled into a smirk, 'Thank you, Persephone. I assume that you were here to meet your husband...?' He gestured at Blaise. Parvati's face fell. She quickly looked away and mumbled, 'Oh, yes, sure,' before joining Lavender.

'Oi Drake,' Blaise slung an arm around Draco, 'What did you say to her to make her feel as if I, the second-most eligible bachelor is a load of shit?' Draco coolly informed him, 'You've answered your question yourself, Hades. You're the second-most eligible bachelor.' I snickered at the look on Blaise's face but unfortunately was heard by Draco. He turned his head slowly and drawled, 'Looks like our little Athena has something to say.'

I blushed. 'What? I couldn't laugh or stare at you? You're not my father!' I replied hotly. 'No, but I'm your uncle,' he smirked. I drew my sword and pointed it at him, 'Don't force me to use this, Malfoy.' Chuckling, he grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear, 'I never knew you liked it rough, Granger.' I glanced frantically around, making sure that no one was watching us before whispering back angrily, 'I have no time for your games, Malfoy. Let. Me. Go.' His grip on me tightened, causing me to let out the faintest of whimpers. 'Funnily enough,' he answered coldly, 'I thought that you enjoyed playing my games when you responded my letter.'

I cursed under my breath. After Christmas, I did reply to Draco and told him that I wanted to try dating him, but he never answered back. Now, I understood that the snake was waiting for the right time to strike.

Seeing that I was silent, Draco lowered his head and murmured, 'Why don't we take this matter in a more private place?' I found myself relaxing to his soothing voice, and in a daze, he took me out of the Room of Requirement and into an empty classroom.

I jumped slightly when Draco slammed and locked the door. He got this hungry look in his eyes, which were now a dark shade of green. 'Are you done playing games?' he growled at me. 'What's wrong with you?' I snapped, 'First, you go flirting with Parvati, then you start bickering with me. Now, you kidnapped me into a classroom and growled at me. Have you finally gone-'

Silencing me with a possessive snarl, Draco slammed me against the wall and punished me with his lips.

Now I finally understood why Draco was called the 'Slytherin Sex God'. Kissing Draco was a dream-like experience. His lips attacked me, bruising my lips. He showed no mercy, forcing his tongue into my mouth. As we battled for dominance, Draco's hand crept into my chiton and tore my knickers off. 'Malfoy! You ba-ah!' I moaned out the last part as he pinched my clit.

'Cat got your tongue, Granger?' he smirked as he slowly pumped a finger in and out. I mewled loudly, hips bucking. He added a second finger before groaning, 'Fuck, Granger. You're so fucking tight.' Moaning, I clawed at Draco's cape, trying to get it off. He laughed darkly, slowing down the pace of his fingers. 'What do you want, Granger?' he asked me, his voice filled with promises.

No way am I going to beg him, I scoffed, ready to tell him off. Such noble intentions quickly flew out of my mind when his thumb stroked my clit lightly. 'Pl...pl...' I stammered pathetically. 'Please what, love?' he asked, picking up the pace. 'Faster!' I cried out, 'Please!' He smirked before quickening the pace. In and out. In and out. He curled his fingers and beckoned in a 'come hither' motion, getting quicker and quicker.

I started blabbing nonsense, begging Draco to let me come. He bend over, long hair tickling my face, and whispered, 'Come,' The knot in my stomach came undone, and I came hard screaming his name.

I leaned against a desk, panting. Draco was seriously talented with his fingers. As I recovered from my orgasm, Draco slammed with hands down on either side of me, caging me. 'Did I convince you?' he asked. 'That you're the Slytherin Sex God? Yes,' I answered, breathless. 'No, that I'm worthy to be your boyfriend,' He replied. I stared at him, confused, 'What do you mean by "worthy"?' He turned away, refusing to look at me, 'Well, I'm a Slytherin, a Death Eater scum, the person who let Death Eater's come inside Hogwarts, and the son of Lucius Malfoy-'

'Draco,' I cut him off, 'This. Is. Not. Your. Fault! You were forced, and we all know that. Besides, look at Ron and Pansy. Houses don't matter that much now.' He snorted, 'If this is about fucking Interhouse Unity-' 'I care about you, Draco,' I said, cupping his face in my hands. His eyes softened before sparkling with mischief. He straightened up and grinned wickedly, 'If that's the case then, Athena, I think we should go back to the party as a couple, shouldn't we?'

Blushing lightly, I walked towards the Room of Requirement hand-in-hand with Draco.

In Manhattan, on the clouds...

'Holy me, they're SO cute,' Aphrodite sighed, 'It's been waaaaaay too long since we've had such an adorable couple.' 'Oi! I thought that Amphitrite and I were voted as the cutest couple last week!' Poseidon protested. 'Yes, but you're too old,' snapped Aphrodite, 'Look at that young man! Lean with mouth-watering muscles. Too bad he's unavaliable now.'

'He is quite fit, isn't he?' Artemis agreed, 'He'd make a great Hunter.' 'Oh, come on, Sis!' Apollo yawned, 'Not everything is about your squad of girls. You should take a break.' 'And let Father sneak into the Hunters disguised as me? Don't think so!' Artemis glared at Zeus, who was suddenly very interested in his lightning bolts.

'You did WHAT?!' shrieked Hera, eyes glowing. Zeus tried to explain, 'Look, babe-' 'Don't "babe" me!' Hera screamed, 'That's the 1,815,134,769th time you cheated on me with the Hunters! I can't believe you, you bastard!' Hestia immediately gave a fuming Hera a cup of tea to calm down, while Athena looked disinterestedly at the couple. 'That's why I don't date,' she muttered. 'But honey,' Poseidon smirked, 'Look down on Earth.'

Athena looked down and said a girl dressed as herself smooching with a boy in a Poseidon costume. The goddess blushed furiously before leaving, vowing to never touch a man again in her entire life.

'What's going on here?' Hermes asked as he ducked a flying vase sent by Hera. 'Oh, you know the usual,' Dionysus responded, bored, 'Zeus and Hera fighting again.' Hermes turned around just in time to see Zeus dodging cuckoos and yelling, 'Meeting's over!'

Yes, it's just another typical fight, started by your typical gods.

Fin