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"I beg your pardon?"
Hermione stared at the older witch in shock, she could hardly believe what she was hearing. Headmistress McGonagall raised an eyebrow, Hermione's distress must have been quite obvious. From beside her, Hermione heard Draco heave a rather loud sigh.
"A Halloween ball, Ms. Top-Of-Your-Class," he mockingly repeated.
She turned to glare at him while he simply looked at McGonagall, pretending as if he hadn't just acted rather rudely towards her.
"Thank you, I heard," she bit out.
"Could have fooled me," he whispered, staring straight ahead.
She felt her blood boil and she began to rise out of her chair when McGonagall's voice stopped her.
"Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy…that is enough. As I said earlier, Halloween is in two weeks. It appears to me that this school is as divided as ever. I do not believe that I am wrong in that assumption…"
Hermione sheepishly looked away as she sat up in her chair before swallowing.
"I had thought that the two of you were getting along rather nicely."
Hermione flushed and she swore that she heard Draco chuckle. She looked over to find that she had been right. His fist was pressed against his mouth, but she could see the proud smirk he wore as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He cleared his throat before composing himself and sitting up. He frowned, feigning concern and bewilderment.
"We were, Headmistress. In fact…"
Hermione glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. A slow smirk made its way onto his lips, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"…you would be pleasantly surprised at the progress that Hermione and I have made."
Sweat slicked bodies…breathy moans…tangled limbs…love bites…
Hermione pushed forward in her chair, glaring at Draco as he smirked at her, gazing at her through hooded eyes. She was positive that she knew exactly where his thoughts were headed.
"Y-yes…but um…b-but uh…you see, things happen. Malfoy and I have been at odds for years. I mean, we've only been Heads for about two months now. You can't honestly expect-"
"I can expect and I do expect. I know that I made the right decision when I appointed the both of you as Heads for this school year. Do not prove me wrong. You'd think that after living through such traumatic events that everyone in this school would be more than happy to get along with one another. You'd think it would force the students to gain some perspective. Apparently not…"
Hermione watched as Headmistress McGonagall rose from her chair, walking towards them. She sighed, a sad and disappointed sound.
"I am counting on the both of you to make them see reason. This school has been through too much only to end up where we are now. Do whatever you must to achieve it, but I want to see some real progress and soon. Is that understood?"
Hermione sank in her seat.
"Yes, ma'am," she murmured.
"Good."
Hermione punched Draco in the arm as soon as they stepped into the corridor. How dare he! He clutched his arm and looked down at her with wide eyes, oozing false innocence.
"What was that for?"
She clenched her teeth as she glared up at him, so very tempted to curse him.
"You know exactly what that was for," she hissed as she stepped towards him.
"I honestly have no idea what you are talking about," he chuckled.
"Please! Telling her that she would be 'pleasantly surprised' at the 'progress' we've made? What the hell do you think you are playing at?"
He towered over her as he leaned in.
"Did I lie, Hermione? Don't you think we've made progress?"
Hermione huffed before crossing her arms over her chest, looking away.
"I don't know what to think right now. She wants us throw a darn Halloween ball…and now of all times. As if my life wasn't currently screwed up enough. Ugh!"
She threw her hands up and began to pace. She didn't notice him walking towards her until his hands rested on her hips, heat immediately flaring to life within her as he forced her to come to a stop, pressing his chest to her back.
"Need my help to screw it up some more?"
She threw herself away from him before turning around to sneer at him.
"Do not touch me! I am so irritated with you right now I can hardly think straight."
"I'm flattered."
Her eye twitched as she glowered at him. He sighed.
"Look, I'll take care of the Halloween shindig," he proposed.
She frowned, blinking, before leaning her head back.
"What? Why?"
"It's not like my life is in shambles at the moment. I've got plenty of time on my hands-"
"Oh no. I am not leaving you to do this alone. Merlin knows what kind of sorcery you'll come up with," she said.
He shrugged.
"Fine. Suit yourself then…"
Hermione sighed.
"Just how are we supposed to force unity on this darn school? The majority of us are as stubborn as the day is long," Hermione said with a shake of her head.
"She did say that we could use any means necessary…"
Hermione looked up at him in confusion.
"Okay…?"
He chuckled.
"Don't you see what this means," he questioned.
She shook her head. He smirked.
"We have a party to plan, my little Gryffindor."
"Two days? This is kind of short notice don't you think?"
"Yes, I realize that, but if anybody can get the word out, it's you," Hermione added.
"Look, I get that she wants unity and all of that crap, but how many people do you think are actually going to come to a Gryffindor party?"
Hermione pouted.
"What are you saying," Hermione asked, kind of offended.
"I'm saying that absolutely nobody from Slytherin is going to come. McGonagall can deny it all she wants, but her main goal is to unite our house with theirs," Lavender explained.
"Well, then what do you suggest I do? She's breathing down our necks and if we don't come up with something soon then-"
"Have Slytherin host it," Lavender proposed, shrugging.
Hermione scoffed.
"Okay and what makes you think that's going to be any better?"
Lavender chuckled.
"Ravenclaw will definitely come and more Gryffindors are bound to turn up at a Slytherin party than the other way around. We don't have as much pride and if most of us go…," she trailed off.
"So will some Hufflepuffs," Hermione finished.
"Problem solved," Lavender said with a shrug.
"Hardly. If Slytherin hosts then that means Draco will mostly be in charge. I don't even want to think about the things he'll come up with," Hermione said with a shake of her head.
"Hermione, you need to relax. I'm sure that Malfoy will do a fine job. Besides, you have bigger things to worry about," Lavender hinted.
"Like what," Hermione asked with a frown.
"Zabini was released from the infirmary yesterday," Lavender said.
Hermione blinked, heart skipping a beat before she finally nodded.
"Well, it's not like he could stay in there forever," she mumbled with a shrug.
No matter how much she may have wanted him to.
"Hermione, he's got it out for you," Lavender slowly began.
Hermione looked up at this.
"I don't know what you said when you visited him, but he's not happy. In fact, I'm willing to bet that you are his least favorite person, right now."
"I'm not surprised," Hermione responded as her eyes found the ceiling.
"What did you say to him?"
Hermione took a deep breath before placing her hands on her hips.
"That's not important. He can stay mad, for all I care, but he knows not to lay a hand on me…or anyone else, for that matter," Hermione said.
"Brave words, Granger."
Hermione turned around to face the speaker as she heard Lavender's sharp intake of breath behind her. Blaise walked towards them, an intimidating sight, with a sneer on his pretty face.
"Really…I'm shaking in my boots," he said.
He glanced at the other Gryffindor behind her with a small smirk.
"Brown…how's detention," he mockingly questioned.
Hermione spoke up before Lavender had time to react.
"Don't talk to her, talk to me. What do you want," Hermione demanded.
He glanced at Lavender before jerking his head towards the other corridor.
"I'm not going-"
"It's fine, Lavender," Hermione interrupted, her eyes trained on the Slytherin.
"Hermione…"
Hermione looked over her shoulder with a reassuring smile.
"He doesn't scare me."
Lavender stared at Hermione before glaring at Blaise and back before walking away, glancing over her shoulder before turning the corner. Hermione exhaled before turning back around to face Blaise. She stood her ground as he stepped towards her, eyes narrowed and head tilted.
"You think you're so smart, don't you?"
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest before smiling at him, raising an eyebrow, signaling for him to continue.
"You think you've got it all figured out," he slowly murmured.
"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. I do know that you aren't stupid. In fact, you're quite the opposite, Blaise. You aren't going to do anything that will get you kicked out of this school," Hermione said as she stared him down.
"You're right. I won't, but then again, I think we all find ourselves doing something stupid because we think it's worth it," he laughed.
Hermione swallowed.
"Isn't that right, Hermione? Don't we all make impulsive decisions that come back to bite us in the ass," he quietly mocked.
Hermione scoffed.
"Whatever you think you know, I can assure you that you're wrong," she snapped.
"Blaise! Granger!"
"Perfect," she heard Blaise snicker as she turned around to face a familiar voice.
Hermione could have screamed in exasperation. She stared at Draco with a look that could kill as he approached them. He didn't get the memo, his full attention focused on his housemate.
"What the hell's going on here," Draco demanded, strutting over like a proud Hippogriff.
"Nothing, Draco. We were just having a nice conversation, is all," Blaise said.
Draco glared at him for a painful amount of time before looking at her for confirmation.
"We were just talking," Hermione said through clenched teeth.
Blaise smirked at her.
"I'll see you two later, then. Can't wait for the party," he purred.
Hermione watched him walk away with clenched fists. It wasn't until he was fully out of sight that she turned to face her dorm mate.
"Are you stupid," she hissed.
Draco stared at her with a slight frown before finally answering.
"No."
"Do you just not care anymore? You come over here, demanding to know what we were talking about like you have the right. People are going to notice. Blaise is going to notice," she snapped.
"What-"
"I know that means crap to you, because for whatever reason, the idea of this whole bloody school knowing about us excites you. Me, on the other hand…," she trailed off as she stepped towards him.
Draco's eyebrows raised as the tip of her wand pressed into his chest. A slow smirk made its way onto his lips.
"I just might let this school burn to the ground before I let that happen. Do you understand me?"
Draco made a humming noise, signaling a yes, eyes raking over her small frame.
"I mean it, Draco," she said, snapping, forcing his eyes back to her face.
He pushed her wand away.
"Whatever you say, Hermione. So, was Blaise just being an ass or did you really get on board with my party idea," he questioned as he wiggled his eyebrows.
Hermione sighed and shook her head.
"Yes…I did. After a nice chat with Lavender, it was brought to my attention that it might be in our best interest to…have Slytherin be in charge of it," she reluctantly said.
"Two surprises wrapped in one. How exciting," he practically sang.
"Can I trust you to not let this get out of hand," she asked.
"Of course."
"Draco…"
She gazed up at him as he smirked down at her.
"Can I trust you? McGonagall stressed how important this is to her and therefore, it's important to me. Please, don't ruin this," she begged.
His lips formed into a small smile.
"I promise…you won't be disappointed. You can trust me, Hermione," he replied.
Hermione nodded, taken back by the sincerity in his words.
"Good. I'll leave you to it then. I have to get to dinner now," she said.
She had just walked past him when he reached out to wrap his hand around her upper arm, halting all movement. Before she had time to fully comprehend what had just happened, she was jerked back into him, her body pressed against his as he leaned down towards her. She swallowed, looking up at him with wide eyes as he stared down at her with icy, hard ones. The temperature around them dropped and the air became tense as his jaw clenched, his grip on her arm tightening, almost painfully.
"What were the two of you talking about," he quietly demanded.
Hermione blinked.
"H-he was…"
She was suddenly at a loss for words as she became all too aware of their close proximity. She licked her lips as she looked up at the strands of hair falling into his face, piercing eyes gazing into hers and sinful lips twisted into a frown. The hard expanse of his chest was pressed against her soft one, heartbeats synchronized into one. Her reaction was her own doing, though because Draco wasn't trying to seduce her. No, this was a product of her own mind…
"What did he say to you?"
Draco's hard voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"He…he insinuated that we…I don't know what gave him the idea. He has it in his head that we have something going on when I never gave any sort of indication," she breathed.
"Did he threaten you," he asked.
She shook her head.
"Steer clear of Blaise, Hermione. Although, I'm pretty sure that I don't need to remind you of that," he said.
Hermione snapped out of it at his request. She blinked before frowning up at him.
"Thanks, but I can take care of myself. I don't need you telling me what to do," she said before backing away from, attempting to free her arm from his grip.
Draco let out an unamused chuckle, a husky sound that settled warmly in the pit of her stomach, before roughly yanking her back towards him, knocking the wind out of her.
"Yeah, I've heard that one before," he sneered.
She leaned away as he bent his head down, all traces of humor gone as he glared down at her.
"I'm not asking this time. I'm not even suggesting. I am telling you to stay away from him."
Hermione defiantly glared into his eyes before deciding to choose her battles wisely and settled for a nod. She stepped away from him as soon as he let her go.
"Now, if you'll excuse me…I have a party to plan," he said.
He brushed past her with a grin, leaving her with an aching arm and a conflicted mind.
Hermione walked down the stairs with a small frown as she looked to her left and right. The walk from the Gryffindor common room had been quiet and awkward. She'd assumed that it would get better along the way, but she couldn't have been more wrong. She heaved a sigh before wringing her hands.
"Seriously guys? It's not like we're all strangers," she said.
Harry cleared his throat.
"Sorry. It is a tad awkward. I mean…I dated his best friend," Lavender began.
"…and you broke them up," Harry continued.
"Plus, Harry knew he was screwing around with my best friend…"
"…and it's not like I could say anything because she and I aren't exactly friends."
"Hey, first of all, I did not break them up. It was inevitable," Hermione squeezed in.
She ignored Lavender's sound of protest.
"It was. I just sped the process along," Hermione defended.
"Point is, Hermione, this is a bit weird. I lied to Ron tonight about what I was doing," Harry said as they made their way to the dungeons.
"That's not my fault, Harry. You could have told him the truth," she said.
Lavender scoffed beside her, voicing everyone's thoughts on that statement.
"You know as well as I how sour that would have gone. Ron doesn't accept me being friends with the 'enemy'. It's either you or him…"
"Well, this is goes beyond his pettiness," she said as she turned around.
She put her hands on her hips and frowned at them.
"Now, I'm not exactly thrilled about this either, but this is really important. Headmistress McGonagall seems to be really distressed that we are all not getting along as well as she thought we would. More specifically, our house and theirs. I gave her my word that I would do whatever it took to make some real progress and if I have to suck it up and dance with the snakes then so do you."
"I'm not the one with the problem," Lavender said pointedly at Harry.
They both turned their gazes onto him. He stared at them with a look that screamed he would rather be anywhere else, but he eventually sighed with a reluctant nod.
"For McGonagall," he said before walking past them and leading the rest of the way to the Slytherin entrance.
Hermione stated the password, stepping back in shock as a cloud of mist collided with their faces. They could faintly, very faintly, hear music coming from the dark, narrow hallway. Harry glanced back at her with a worried frown before reluctantly entering.
"Looks promising to me," Lavender said with a shrug before following.
Hermione sighed, praying that she wouldn't regret this before stepping inside. She spun around, curls flying, as it loudly shut behind her. The short hallway that led to the lively common room was dark and barely wide enough for two people to walk in side by side. That didn't hinder the lone couple that was pressed up against the right wall though, mouths connected and legs tangled in each other.
Hermione stepped past them with a grimace, looking ahead, only to realize that Harry and Lavender had already disappeared into the party. There was a green tint coming from the party, entering the hall and as soon as Hermione stepped out did she know why.
The equivalent of a strobe light lit up the large room with a dark green glow. It illuminated the massive number of bodies in the room, moving and bouncing around to the music. Hermione stood at the top of the short set of steps, the sound of partygoers surrounding her. Everywhere she looked, bodies were covered and decorated in glow in the dark paint.
Hermione yelped in surprise when a hand brushed across her arm. She turned to face the partygoer as he laughed. She stared at him for a few seconds before recognizing him as Dean, Seamus behind him, both of them sporting orange paint on their faces. Hermione looked down to see a bright orange handprint on her forearm.
"We saw Harry step in, so we figured you'd be here sooner or later," Seamus yelled over the music.
Hermione smiled.
"Is it that obvious that I would drag him here," she questioned.
They both nodded with a laugh before Dean gently grabbed her arm.
"As if he'd come on his own. Come dance with us," he shouted.
Hermione shook her head with a small smile, declining.
"Oh come on! Relax a little," Seamus agreed as he grabbed her other arm.
Hermione protested, to no avail, as they both dragged her into the sea of bodies. She laughed as Seamus bent over and swung his head around while Dean grabbed her hand and twirled her around a few times. He spun her out and into his arms before spinning her away again. Hermione surprisingly found that she was enjoying herself, minus the nagging thought of wondering where Harry and Lavender were.
"Hey…um…you don't think Ginny will show up, do you," Dean yelled into her ear as he leaned down.
Hermione pulled away with a small frown, shaking her head. Dean sadly nodded before swallowing and asking:
"How is she?"
Hermione opened her mouth to reply before snapping it shut with a shake of her head. Hermione noticed that he had lost some momentum as he continued to dance. She didn't know how she felt about the fact that Dean had noticed Ginny's unusual behavior while Harry and her brother hadn't.
"Are-are you alright," she asked him.
"Yeah," he yelled as he brushed her question off.
Hermione stared sadly at him.
"I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything," she questioned.
Dean shook his head before suddenly brushing past her, disappearing into the crowd. She turned to ask Seamus only to find him dancing with some eager Ravenclaw. Hermione pushed her way to the back of the common room where she assumed the refreshments would be. She was proven right as a large table of food and drinks appeared in her vision. She pushed her way past students crowded around it to look for something suitable to drink. There were so many choices that Hermione didn't know where to begin. Draco had gone all out and she was reluctant to admit that she wasn't disappointed.
"Here!"
She reared back as a drink was shoved in her face from the side. She glanced at Harry as he held out a glass towards her. His lips were smeared with bright blue paint. She raised an eyebrow, guessing where it had come from and wondering if Harry knew it was there.
"Thanks. What is it," she asked, accepting the offer.
"Just Pumpkin Juice," he waved off.
"Have you seen Lavender, by the way," she asked.
"Last I saw, she had her tongue down some guy's throat," Harry said with a shrug.
Hermione gulped down half of her drink before nodding.
"I saw Dean…he asked about Ginny," she suddenly said.
Harry glanced at her before frowning with a shake of his head. He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.
"Hermione, don't."
She frowned in confusion.
"Don't what, Harry," she questioned.
"You know what," he suddenly snapped.
"I'm not doing-"
"Yes, you are. You're trying to make me feel bad for breaking up with her! I know what you're implying. Dean really cares about her and I didn't, right? He could have made her happy while all I did was waste her time," he bit out.
"Harry, that's not what I…"
"That's exactly what you're doing," he said.
Hermione noticed the dilation of his eyes and that his words began to slur. He ran a hand through his unruly hair as she squinted at him.
"Are you drunk," she demanded.
"No, I'm not. I've only had about three drinks, Hermione. I don't have to be drunk to call you out on your condescending crap," he stated.
Hermione frowned at him before exhaling.
"I didn't mean anything by it, Harry. I was just trying to say that I'm worried about-"
"Ginny, I know! Everyone knows how worried you are about Ginny, damn. Guess what, Hermione? Ginny is a big girl. She doesn't need her mum looking after her," he rudely said before shoving past her.
She sighed.
"I'm worried about Dean," she quietly finished to herself before swallowing the rest of her drink.
She grabbed another cup of Pumpkin Juice before going to search for Lavender. She bumped into a rather tall figure, almost spilling her drink if it weren't for the hands that plucked it from her failing grasp. She looked up and frowned as her brown eyes clashed with obsidian ones.
"Hermione."
She narrowed her eyes at him before taking a step back. Bright green paint covered half of his face and the front of his hair.
"Where's your four eyed sidekick and the school cum dump? I saw them come in with you," he remarked.
She snatched her drink away from him, resisting the urge to curse him into oblivion.
"I'm not sure where Lavender is and for the record, I just finished speaking to Harry. I'd watch my tongue if I were you," she hissed.
"And I'd watch my back if I were you. You might find a knife in it one day," he calmly replied with a small smirk before pushing her out of his way.
She glared at his back before swallowing down her drink within four gulps. She really hated him… She glanced around, looking for familiar blonde ringlets. She shook her head, recalling the words Harry had spoken to her. She kept telling herself that he only said those things because he was drunk. Even as she thought this, she knew that he was tipsy at best. His behavior hadn't been that outlandish to conclude that he was totally pissed. Even so, his words to her still rang in her head.
She wasn't condescending…much, anyway. Besides, he had jumped to conclusions, going off about something that was way off the mark of what she was thinking. She spotted Seamus with the same girl from before and hurriedly made her way over to him.
"Have you seen Lavender," she questioned.
He shook his head, swaying to the music as the dark haired girl wrapped her arms around him. She frowned.
"Well, what about Dean?"
She really wanted to speak with him. Again, Seamus shook his head. Hermione sighed before spinning around, stumbling as she did so. She steadied herself before shaking her head in confusion. The music suddenly stopped and a spotlight was shown onto the steps near the entrance. Hermione looked up, her eyes landing on the Head Boy as he smirked down at the crowd of students. Hermione felt her shoulders sag as she gazed at him, shirt unbuttoned and opened to reveal a chest marked with brightly colored hand prints. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, but to her fogged mind, it looked like a layer of fresh rain drops.
She frowned, shaking the weird thoughts from her head and blinked up at him as she suddenly realized that he was saying something. Suddenly all eyes were on her and she found herself being pushed and pulled towards him by several pairs of hands. She stumbled onto the steps beside him, hearing finally returning as she steadied herself.
"Now that we've found the Head Girl…who looks like she's finally loosened up a bit to me," Draco joked.
Everyone laughed and Hermione frowned, rubbing her temple.
"As I was saying, this lovely little shindig was Headmistress McGonagall's idea," Draco haughtily stated.
Everyone clapped and cheered, forcing a sharp pain to shoot through her skull. She pushed her hair away from her face, forcing herself to stand upright. Her eyes ran over the room, eyes finally spotting Lavender near the back wall, next to McLaggen. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Hermione could actually hear her heartbeat in her ears as she glanced down at her hand. It began to blur… Something wasn't right.
Draco was speaking. She had a feeling it was about something important, but she was only catching bits and pieces. She glanced up just in time to catch his confused glance towards her. Hermione didn't know what the hell was going on. Everyone cheered again at something else that he said before the spotlight disappeared and everyone began dancing again. A few seconds later her hearing came back and she realized that the music had returned.
She clutched her stomach as she realized that there was a firm grip on her arms, forcing her stumbling feet forward.
"Hermione…"
She bent over with a groan, the firm hands holding steady.
"Hermione, what did you drink?"
She opened her mouth to say Pumpkin Juice, but nothing came out. In fact, nothing happened at all because at that moment everything began to fade.
"You've got to help me get her out of here. If word gets out that Hermione Granger got herself drugged up at a party that I was in charge of, the both of us can kiss our positions as Heads goodbye."
Somebody was speaking…it sounded like Draco.
"I'll think of something. Just keep her in my room for now…"
Hermione exhaled, blinking once, twice before opening her eyes. She stared up at the ceiling in wonder, mind going a mile a minute as she began to take in her surroundings. Her head was pounding and weighed a ton as she swallowed, throat incredibly dry. She slowly forced herself to sit up, leaning back on her elbows as her eyes darted around just as the door opened. The sound of music drifted into the room before it was cut off as the door snapped shut. That's right, there was a party…
She blinked as her eyes landed on the Head Boy as he stormed over to her, before kneeling with a frown. She protested and swatted at him as he grabbed her head and turned it from side to side, gazing into her eyes. She rested her hand on his arm as she stared into his hardened eyes.
"I think you've been drugged," he growled out as he stood.
"Oh," she slowly responded.
Somewhere in her mind an alarm went off, recognizing that that was a bad thing. However, she couldn't find it in her to care at the moment. She was so thirsty.
"What did you drink," he demanded.
Hermione reached out to run her fingers through his hair instead of answering. She jumped as he snatched her hand, halting her movement. His nostrils flared as he huffed, visibly angry.
"Hermione, focus. What did you have," he repeated.
Hermione tilted her head to the side before answering.
"Pumpkin Juice."
"And…?"
"…and Pumpkin Juice," she said with a slow nod as if she were talking to a child.
She watched as Draco frowned before mumbling to himself. It was quite…cute. Hermione crinkled her nose as she reached out with her other hand to run it down his exposed chest, smearing the bright paint. She jumped again, adrenaline coursing through her veins as his grip tightened on her wrists. She smiled as he glared down at her.
"Stop. This is a very dangerous game you're playing," he whispered.
"Maybe I like danger."
He smirked, amused.
"That I can believe," he said before shoving her onto her back and backing up.
He sighed, folding his arms over her chest. She pushed herself onto her elbows and frowned at him. His muscles were taut with tension and his jaw was clenched, hands folded into fists as he took deep breaths.
"Are you mad," she quietly asked.
"No, I'm not mad. I'm fucking furious. Everything was going great, hell, everything was perfect and then you go and get yourself drugged. You, of all people. Hermione freaking Granger is the only one to end up like this at my party," he snapped.
Hermione shrank at his harsh words.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
He shook his head.
"No, no this isn't your fault. Don't listen to me. I'm intoxicated and irritated, not a good combination," he said as he began to pace.
"I can't get you out of here without being seen. At least, I don't trust myself to. If Headmistress McGonagall finds out we're done for…"
"No," Hermione protested.
She liked being Head Girl…a lot.
"I bet it was Blaise. When I get my hands on him, I'm going to wring his neck," he hissed.
"Well, that's not very nice. Then again, neither was he. He was quite rude to me, actually," she nonchalantly said.
Draco stopped pacing and snapped his head towards her, bright eyes attentive.
"What?"
"What," Hermione asked.
"What did you just say," he demanded as he walked towards her.
"When…?"
Draco huffed before kneeling in front of her.
"Just a second ago, Hermione…"
Hermione blinked.
"I said 'when'," she answered.
Draco gripped her shoulders, forcing her to sit up straight.
"You said something about Blaise. Did you see him tonight," he questioned.
"Yes," Hermione chirped.
"Did he give you anything?"
Hermione slowly shook her head.
"Are you sure," Draco asked.
"Of course I'm sure. I had two cups, two cups, of Pumpkin Juice," she slurred.
Draco heaved a very long sigh as he looked away. Hermione suddenly twisted her head around, taking in the space. She looked down at the bed before lightly bouncing on it.
"Where are we," she asked.
"We're in Teddy's room."
Hermione tilted her head, frowning in confusion.
"Teddy…Teddy. Teddy, Teddy, Teddy."
Draco smirked, gazing at her as the cogs in her brain were put to work.
"Teddy…nickname…Theodore! Theodore…Theo…dore… Hmm. Nott," she loudly asked.
"Good job. Yes, we're in Theodore's room," he answered.
"Oh. How is he," she suddenly asked.
Draco chuckled.
"He's good. I'll tell him that you asked about him," Draco said.
Hermione slowly nodded.
"That's good," she sadly replied.
Draco must have noticed her change in mood.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"I think Dean is sad…"
"Dean…?"
"Yes, Dean Thomas?"
"I'm…familiar with him," Draco said.
"Good. He's a nice boy," Hermione said.
Draco frowned.
"Anyway, why do you think he's sad," Draco questioned.
"Because he loves Ginny…and Harry broke her heart," she answered.
"Scarhead is a bit of a wanker. I've been trying to show people that for ages…"
"He is, isn't he," she exclaimed.
Draco laughed. She laughed too and steadied herself by putting her hands on his shoulders.
"No, really! He…completely flew off the handle tonight. He started spewing all of this rubbish about how I was being condescending and…and putting him down when all I wanted to do was express my concerns for Dean! Ugh, he was jumping to so many conclusions and I…I…I really wanted to punch him," she ranted.
"You wanted to punch him," he gasped out.
"Yes, right in his nose. Like that time I punched you, remember?"
"Oh, yes. I remember…"
"That was fun," Hermione said with a smile.
"Ha! For you maybe-"
Draco was cut off as Hermione grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her as she fell back onto the bed.
"Oh no. Hermione, stop…"
"You don't want me to," she said as she looked up at him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Draco exhaled, placing one hand on the bed beside her head, blond strands falling into his face. He smirked.
"I kind of like drunk you," he stated.
Hermione's mouth fell open in shock.
"Why, because I'm easy," she demanded in mock outrage.
Draco snorted, laughing.
"No! You're honest…you don't hold anything back and yeah, you're not so uptight. For once, that stick that's normally up your ass is nowhere to be seen," he answered.
She hit his chest rather hard at that remark.
"Well my filter is gone. That might have something to do with it," she mumbled as she leaned up towards him.
"Yeah, maybe," he whispered as he caught her lips in a searing kiss.
Hermione moaned into his mouth as she tightened her legs around him, running her fingers over the back of his head. Draco ran his hand down her chest to grip her waist, pulling her closer. She began to push his shirt off of his shoulders and reached for his pants when he caught her hand in a death grip. She groaned in protest as he pulled away.
"Fuck," he hissed, holding her down as he sat up.
She reached for him in vain, squirming beneath him.
"Stop that. I'm conflicted enough as it is…"
"About what," she breathed out.
He heatedly gazed down at her, eyes swimming with sinful intentions as they bore into her own.
"About whether or not I should pound you into Teddy's bed."
Hermione stared at him in shock, facing heating up as his eyes drank her in. She licked her lips.
"I can't believe you actually say things like that to people…"
He heaved a defeated sigh before grabbing her legs, separating them so that he could get free.
"We can't do this, not like this," he said.
"Why not," she quietly asked.
She gasped in shock as he pulled her to the edge of the bed, the bulge in his pants firmly pressed against her, hands gripping her thighs. Her chest heaved in excitement as she leaned towards him. He leaned down, piercing eyes gazing into her own with a look of promise.
"Because the next time I'm inside of you, I want you to remember and I want you aware so you know exactly whose name to scream," he answered, letting her go.
She flushed and reached for him just as the door opened.
"Seriously, Draco? Are you fucking kidding me?"
She frowned as Draco turned away, out of her reach to face who she assumed was Nott. She peaked around his body to settle her gaze on a tall, fair skinned dark haired blue eyed boy. His eyes practically glowed in the darkness as he stepped into the room, face twisted into a scowl.
"Don't give me that look, Teddy. She seduced me! See," Draco defended as he gestured to Hermione's sullen face.
"I'm sure she did. Just get out here. I'm going to need your help if we want to get her past all of these damn students," Theo said.
Draco looked at her with a straight face. He gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
"Stay here. Do not go anywhere and open this door for no one. Got it?"
Hermione nodded, watching them leave, the door slamming shut behind them. She huffed and fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, legs dangling off the edge. The door opened again and she smiled, sitting up.
"I knew that you-you!"
She hurriedly scooted back as he shut the door behind him, his dark gaze pinned to her. She stood on the other side of the bed, glare trained on him.
"Come near me and I'll…," she trailed off, patting herself for her wand.
Where was it? Oh, hell. She swallowed before returning her eyes to his.
"Come near me and I'll punch you," she threatened.
"I'm petrified," Blaise mockingly said.
She hated him. Merlin, did she hate him.
"You did this to me. Draco's going to kick your ass," she stated.
He raised an eyebrow, smirk making its way onto his lips, dark hair falling onto his forehead.
"Draco, is it? Interesting…"
He slowly trailed his dark eyes over her, making her skin crawl as he took a step further into the room.
"I must admit that the temptation to take advantage of this lovely opportunity is strong," he began.
Hermione swallowed, worried as she took a step back. Everything was swaying and she knew that in this state she would be no match for him. He let out a sad, disappointed sigh as he raised his wand, twirling it between his fingers.
"But that's not what I'm here for."
Hermione's eyes widened as he pointed his wand at her.
"Hermione, wake up."
She jerked, eyes flying open as she looked around. She stared in confusion for a minute before it registered where she was at. Brown clashed with silver.
"Draco?"
"Yes, it's me.
"And Theo," a voice said from behind her.
She looked over her shoulder to see Nott standing behind the couch. He wiggled his fingers with a tight lipped smile.
"Hi," she slowly said before turning back around to face her dorm mate.
She blinked.
"What happened to the party," she questioned, confused.
"It's still going on. We had to get you out of there," Draco slowly answered.
"I told you she'd hardly remember anything," Nott said.
She looked around their dorm, trying to recall.
"When we came back to the room you were out like a light. You must have passed out," Draco said.
"What? I got drunk? You let me get drunk," she exclaimed.
She couldn't believe him!
"You were drugged, remember? Blaise drugged you…well, we're pretty sure it was him, anyway."
"What? Why in the world would Zabini drug me," she demanded in disbelief.
Draco and Theo shared a look. She looked between the two of them.
"What? What was that look? Draco, what the hell is going on," she demanded.
"You had a run-in with him. Earlier, you told me that he was rather rude to you-"
"Draco, that makes zero sense. I can't remember the last time I even made eye contact with Zabini, let alone have a full blown conversation with him."
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