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A.N: I've been trying to update faster but it's not working really. But, I have a lot of time lately, so maybe that'll help? I'm not too sure, we'll have to see. Thanks for my reviews!
What if the ground opens up and swallows us? What is Mars attacks? You can't worry about all the WHAT IFS in life. So relax && enjoy the ride...Cause you have to pay attention to the important moments. They may only come around once.
On with the Story
Normal PoV
All seemed quiet in the castle, and yet it wasn't.
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Heads Common Room
"Damnit! You beat me again!" exclaimed Draco.
Hermione giggled. "Well, it is a muggle game." She looked at the clock. It read 12:00 in flashing numbers. Her face paled.
"What's wrong?" asked Draco.
"It's midnight," she answered.
He looked confused. "Midnight? Okay, why are you so worr- shit!" It dawned on him.
Hermione nodded.
They had to kiss.
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Quidditch Pitch
Ginny flew in circles around Harry. She laughed. "I won! I won! I won!" she repeated over and over again.
Harry laughed. He threw his hands up in annoyance. "Fine, you won! You're the best Miss Queen of Gryffindor!" he exclaimed, fake bowing.
She made to hit him but he dove on his broomstick and flew to the ground. "AAAAHHH!" he yelled, as she jumped off her broomstick and jumped on him, throwing them both to the ground.
She was in hysterics, laughing at him. "Sorry," Ginny said, not sorry at all. She got off of him and helped him up. "But, you gotta admit, it was funny!"
He laughed. "Whatever." He looked up at the sky, then back at Ginny. "Hey, what do you think the time is?"
"Around midnight."
They blushed.
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Room of Requirements
"How did you figure out about this game?" asked Blaise, gesturing to the ball.
"It's a secret," I whispered. "But, apparently you're beating me."
Blaise laughed. I like his laugh. "Apparently. Time?"
I looked at the clock. "It's twelve," I mumbled, blushing.
"Well, if we have to, then we have to," whispered Blaise, coming closer.
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Gryffindor Common Room
Won-Won and Lav-Lav were already snogging.
Six Hours Earlier
"Do you see Hermione?" asked Ginny, standing next to me.
"There she is!" I exclaimed, pointing towards a crowd of girls. But, right there in the middle was a massive bush of hair.
"Hermione!" we called, weaving through the students. Only fifth through seventh girls were allowed to bid. And teachers, if they wanted chores done. That's how Crabbe and Goyle were bought.
"Hey!" said Hermione.
"Got us good seats, you did," I said.
"I guess." Hermione sighed."This feels so weird, bidding on guys."
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," I mumbled.
"Anyways, who's left?" asked Ginny.
"Five people," Hermione said. "Terry Boot, Harry, Ron, Zabini and Malfor, er, I mean Draco."
I had glared at her.
"And it looks like Terry's been bought by...Romilda Vane!" exclaimed Ginny.
The the three of us shared confused looks. "And now the four most popular guys are left. Who are you bidding on Hermione?"
"I did bid on Ernie Macmillian but I got beaten out by some Ravenclaw. And for these boys left, I don't have enough money."
Ginny and I shared a mischievious look.
"Ooh, look, I think Dumbledore is announcing the next guy!" I said.
"Next up is our Gryffindor Keeper, Mr. Ronald Weasley!" called Professor Dumbledore.
And out walked Weasley in his Quidditch uniform. Taking center stage, he waited.
"We'll start the bidding at 20 galleons!" Professor Dumbledore called out.
"25!" shouted Lavender.
"35!" shouted Hannah Abbot.
"55!" yelled Denise Lemmings, a fifth year Ravenclaw.
"80!" Lavender shouted.
"Whoa! Everyone loves your brother," I said, nudging Ginny.
"Ew, this is so weird," she replied.
"110!" yelled Denise.
"157!" shouted Lavender.
"Going once, going twice," Professor Dumbledore paused. "SOLD to Lavender Brown for 157 galleons.
As Weasley left the stage, Dumbledore announced the next auctionnee.
"And now we have Slytherin's chaser, Mr. Blaise Zabini!"
Catcalls went off around the room. Back off bitches, he's mine!
Blaise "danced" his way to center stage and waited for the bids.
"We'll start the bidding at 20 galleons!"
"50!" shouted Parvati.
"75!" yelled Millicent Bulstrode.
"115!" shouted Mandy Brockelhurst.
"I think you need to bid a little higher," whispered Hermione.
"190!" yelled Parvati.
"Going once, going twice," Professor Dumbledore paused.
"300!" I shouted. Ha, beat that Patil!
"Going once, going twice,...SOLD to Chloe Malfoy!"
I jumped up and down in glee.
"And our next Boytoy is Gryffindor's seeker, Mr. Harry Potter. We'll start the bidding at 20 galleons!"
"90!" shouted Parvati.
I glared at her.
"125!" yelled Tracey Davis, sixth year Slytherin.
"148!" yelled Hannah Abbot.
"200!" shouted Parvati.
"Bid now," I mumbled to Ginny.
"Do you have enough money, Gin?" asked Hermione.
She nodded. "350!" she yelled. "Wait, 375! Oh what the hell, 500!"
Everyone, okay not everyone, but most people gasped. Ginny Weasley bid 500 galleons on Harry Potter!
"SOLD to Ginerva Weasley!"
We hugged. "Ready for it?" I whispered to Ginny.
She nodded. Oh, this was going to be fun.
"And our last Boytoy is Slytherin's seeker, Mr. Draco Malfoy!"
Cheers erupted.
"Bidding will begin at 20 galleons!"
"50!" shouted Hannah Abbot.
"150!" yelled Tracey.
"370!" called out Parvati.
At his point, my brother decided to take his shirt off. I really did not need to see that.
"475!" shouted Tracey.
I looked over at Ginny, she nodded at me. "Granger bids 1000 galleons on Draco!" I yelled.
"WHAT!" she screamed, turning on me.
"SOLD to Hermione Granger!"
Hermione and Draco looked ready to faint.
"All sales are final. Remember that all money goes to St. Mungo's Children Ward. And, these young men are yours for the next five hours and when midnight appears, a goodnight kiss is shared," spoke Professor Dumbledore.
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"I am so going to kill you," whispered Hermione.
I laughed. "Your boytoy is here. I'm off to find Blaise!" I waved and left.
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Normal PoV
Hermione groaned. This could not be happening. She had to spend five hours with Draco-Ferret-Malfoy. She would die.
"I didn't know you liked me that much to bid a thousand galleons on me," drawled a voice from behind her.
She sighed and turned around. "Don't insult me Malfoy. You have to do what I say. You're my Boytoy, remember?" If she had to do this, she might as well make the most of it.
He groaned
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"500 galleons! A bit much, don't you think Gin?" asked Harry.
She laughed. "Just get your broomstick and meet me here in ten minutes," she replied, standing at the bottom of the Gryffindor staircases.
He looked confused.
"Just go!"
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"Only 300 galleons! I thought I was worth more than that!" moped Blaise, mock crying.
I pushed him. "Shut up."
We laughed. "Where are we going, anyways?" he asked.
"You'll see."
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Ron and Lavender walked side by side around the edge of the Black Lake.
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"Aren't we going to something fun, Granger?" asked Draco.
"Just shut up and help me!" came the reply.
"Do what?"
"Move the coffee table and, oh, maybe place a Silencio on yourself!"
"You're annoying!"
She didn't answer him but fiddled around with the box shaped object. "There! I got it!" she exclaimed.
"What is it?"
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"You're taking me to the Quidditch Pitch?" asked Harry.
"I'm challenging you to see who can find the snitch first," answered Ginny.
Harry laughed. "You do remember that I'm Gryffindor's seeker?"
"And do you remember that I replaced you in your fifth year and won!"
He jumped on his broom. "Let the games begin!"
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"The Room of Requirement?" asked Blaise.
"Yep. Now let me think!"
After a few moments, a door appeared. Blaise looked at me. "What did you wish for?"
I laughed.
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Ron and Lavender had sat down to watch the stars come out. Ron inched his hand into Lavender's. She smiled.
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"It's a television," answered Hermione. "It's a muggle deivce that allows you to watch movies. They're like moving pictures."
Draco sighed. Who cared about muggles? He cretainly didn't. "And why do we need this?"
"We're going to play a video game. They're fun."
"A what?"
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Ginny let the snitch go and raced after it, with Harry beside her. She laughed. "Y'know, we could bet on this game."
"Fine. What's the deal?"
"If I win, you have to wear a dress to breakfast tomorrow."
"What!" shouted Harry. "Fine! But then you have to wear pajamas to Potions tomorrow."
Ginny laughed. "Deal."
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Blaise walked in first and then I walked in after him. He looked shocked. "What's this?" he asked.
"Ever been bowling?" I asked.
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"You're supposed to wish on the first star you see," explained Lavender.
Ron squeezed his eyes hut.
"Did you make a wish?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Well, what is it?"
He grinned. "I'll tell you when it comes true."
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"Button A makes you run and button B makes you jump and-" Hermione was cut off.
"For the millionth time. I get it!" said Draco.
"And yet you die within the first twenty seconds," she muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing," Hermione said. "I'm hungry. Do you want me to fetch us something from the kitchens?"
He nodded. "But I'll come with you."
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Ginny flew down to the ground.
"Gin! What are you doing?" called Harry from above.
"I packed some food before we came here and right not, I'm starving," she replied. She held up some sandwiches. "Want one?"
Harry smiled and flew down after her.
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"Another strike for you," I muttered. He was beating me!
Blaise was dancing around in circles over his lead. And right now he was shaking his bum. He has a nice bum.
"Are you done your happy dance? Maybe I could go?" I asked, snapping Blaise out of his daydream.
He blushed and muttered okay.
I laughed and picked up another ball.
"Try not to get another gutter ball!" he laughed.
I glared at him and rolled my ball.
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Lavender suddenly got an idea. She nudged Ron beside her, who turned to look at her, eyebrows raised. "Let's go swimming in the lake!" she exclaimed, starting to stand up.
Ron's eyes went wide. "What! Are you crazy! It's cold outside and you want to go swimming?"
She stared at him and shrugged. Then she began unbuttoning her jeans and slipped them off her legs, leaving her in her sweater and boy shorts.
"What are you doing?" squeaked Ron, who's vocal cord didn't seem to be working properly.
Lavender looked at him, her hands on the bottom of her sweater. "Well, I can't go swimming in my jeans and sweater," she paused to lift her sweater over her head. "So, I'll go in my bra and knickers." She wandered to the edge of the laked and waded in. She shivered, the water was a tad bit chilly. "Are you coming in or not?"
Ron made a sound that sounded like a mouse. He nodded and began to shed his clothes rather quickly.
Lavender watched, laughing to herself.
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"Here's your chocolate cake, Master Draco, sir," squeaked Dobby, placing the cake on the counter. "And here's your pancakes and eggs, Misses Hermione."
"Thank you," replied Hermione. She looked at Draco who appeared that he had no interest whatsoever to thank Dobby. "And Malfoy is thankful too."
Dobby muttered his thank you's and left.
Draco glared at her. "You're not still on about spew, are you Granger?" he asked.
She sighed. "It's not spew, it's S.P.E.W. And no, I've finished, but it was a good cause," she answered, taking a bite of her pancakes.
"Why are you having pancakes and eggs, anyways?"
"I'm having breakfast."
"It's 9 o'clock at night!"
"So? Does it make a difference? No, it doesn't," she stated simply.
He laughed. "You're immensly weird."
"Moving on to a different topic, explain to me about Quidditch. Why does everyone love it so much?"
Draco laughed and started explaining.
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"Mhmm, that was delicious," mumbled Harry.
"Ready to find the snitch?" asked Ginny.
"Let me digest my food."
Ginny giggled and hopped on her broom. "I don't think so. I guess I'll have to find it myself." And she flew off.
"GIN!" yelled Harry. "That's not fair!"
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"I suck," I muttered. "I'm supposed to beat you at this game."
"Well, you know what they say; losers never win and winners never lose," said Blaise.
"And what makes you a winner?"
"My good looks, charm and my quidditch skills."
He may have been right on that, but I wasn't about to let him know that. "Goos looks? Nope. Charm? Only easy girls fall for that. Quidditch? Maybe, but yet Gryffindor wins every year."
"That's not fair.
I shrugged. "Who cares? Not me, so can I go?"
Blaise bowed. Idiot. "Of course, m'lady."
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Ron and Lavender had begun having a water fight.
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"Flying gives you a thirll. Like a high if you will," explained Draco.
Hermione had finished her pancakes and eggs and was eyeing Malfoy's chocolate caked. She nodded, half listening to what he was saying.
"And you feel absolutely wonderful. I could take you out with me one time." Why did I just say that?
Hermione's head shot up in surprised. "Yeah right. I'llv never be caught dead on a broom, with you no less." She reached over with her fork and took a bite of his cake.
"Did you just eat my cake!" exclaimed Draco.
She nodded. "Yummy."
"It was my cake. You can't just eat my cake."
"Get over yourself, Malfoy."
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Harry had finally caught up with Ginny. "You're mad, you know that?"
She smiled. "Of course, I'm a Weasley."
He laughed. "Snitch, then?"
"You're on."
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"I'm a little hungry. You hungry?" I asked. Understatement; I was starving.
He nodded. "Now, what to wish for?"
My eyes lit up. "Chocolate!" In a few moments, chocolate...everything appeared.
"Alright," commented Blaise.
I smiled mischieviously and grabbed a handful of chocolate cake. "Hey Blaise!"
He turned around and walked over to me. "What?"
"Hungry?" I asked and smashed the chocolate cake into his face. Sucker!
He looked at me, shocked, then grabbed a pile of cake. Uh-oh. "You better run!" he exclaimed. And he chucked the cake at my hair. He laughed when it landed on the top of my head. He did not just do that.
I began a full-on chocolate fight.
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"I'm chilly. I think I'm going to get dressed," whispered Lavender.
"I'll do the same," agreed Ron.
They both got out of the lake and got dressed, sneaking peeks at each other while doing so.
"I'm still cold," she whined.
Ron smiled. A warming spell and some cuddling should warm her right up.
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"Shall we head back then?" asked Draco, already walking toward the entrance of the kitchen.
Hermione nodded and followed him out. Silence followed the two of them for quite awhile. Until Hermione spoke up. "Can I ask you a question?"
Draco glanced at her. She was biting her lip, nervously it looked like and fiddling with her hands. "I guess," he answered.
"I know this is none of my business, but it's been bothering me for a long time," she paused, looking at Draco, who nodded for her to go on. "Okay, uh, well. Fine, I'll just say it. Why is your father not in Azkaban?"
Draco stiffened. He definitely had not been expecting that question to come out of her mouth. "Why do you ask?"
She sighed. "Well, I am a bit curious and well he was a known Death Eater, who was also in Azkaban before. And after His fall, I wondered why your father wasn't taken back to Azkaban."
He ran his hands through his hair. No one had ever asked him about that question, save Blaise, who knew practically everything.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she whispered, quickly.
He nodded and said nothing, which meant that the conversation was over and the two of them continued on their way back to the Head's Tower.
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"Have you seen it yet!" Harry yelled to Ginny.
She shook her head. She really was getting tired. One of them had better find the snitch soon!
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"You still have some chocolate on you," I said to Blaise, wiping off a chunk of chocolate from his face and eating it. We had ended our chocolate fight and began cleaning ourselves off.
He blushed. I like it when he blushes. "Anyway, should we get back to the game?" he asked.
"Sure."
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"This is nice," whispered Lavender, who was leaning against Ron. They were cuddling.
"It is," he replied. "How about we head back to Gryffindor Tower?"
She nodded and got up. They began walking back, holding hands once again.
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"Do you wanna play another game?" asked Hermione. They had gotten back from the kitchens and it was becoming awkward.
"I guess so," answered Draco. And he set up to play another game.
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Ginny was hovering over where Harry was flying when she caught sight of something gold. The snitch! She positioned her broom to get it when she thought of something. If I head over there right now, Harry will beat me to it. I need to distract him. She thought long and hard, when she got an idea. She unclasped her necklace, which was gold and had a big G on it. It may not be the best idea but it'll distract him while I get a headstart. She threw her necklace over towards the other end of the pitch and made sure Harry saw that glint of gold. He did!
Ginny sped towards the actual snitch when she caught sight of Harry coming behind her. She began doing dives to throw him off, but he kept his gaze on the snitch. She groaned in frustration. Just race him, Ginny! yelled a voice in her head. And listening to that voice she sped towards the snitch. Moments later she realized she was neck and neck with Harry. Just a little bit more! She stretched out her arm and closed her hand in a fist.
Opening her hand she saw the tiny glint of gold, making her realize she caught the snitch!
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I couldn't believe it! I was losing to Blaise. This was my game! Not fair.
"Your turn," commented Blaise.
I sighed. Please let me get a strike.
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Ron and Lavender were sitting on the couch watching the fire. Everyone else had gone to bed or were elsewhere on their dates. The couch shifted a bit. Ron realized Lavender wanted to cuddle again. He laughed.
"What's so funny?" asked Lavender, looking up at him.
"You just look so cute right now, that I could kiss you," he whispered.
"Well, what are you waiting for!"
Ron leaned in and captured her lips with his.
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Draco groaned. "Damnit! You beat me again!" he exclaimed.
Hermione giggled. "Well, it is a muggle game." She looked at the clock. It read 12:00 in flashing numbers. Her face paled.
"What's wrong?" asked Draco.
"It's midnight," she answered.
He looked confused. "Midnight? Okay, why are you so worr- shit!" It dawned on him.
Hermione nodded.
They had to kiss.
Draco moved in closer to Hermione and tilted her head up towards him. Draco noticed that she looked nervous. He was pretty nervous too. He leaned in closer and planted his lips on hers. Seconds later, he pulled away.
"Uhm, I better go," murmered Hermione, standing up. She walked quickly to her room and shut the door. Oh my gosh! I kissed Draco Malfoy! She smiled and laughed. She kissed Draco Malfoy!
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Harry looked at her in disbelief. "You won," he whispered.
Her face lit up and she began flying in circles around Harry. She laughed. "I won! I won! I won!" she repeated over and over again.
Harry laughed. He threw his hands up in annoyance. "Fine, you won! You're the best Miss Queen of Gryffindor!" he exclaimed, fake bowing.
She made to hit him but he dove on his broomstick and flew to the ground. "AAAAHHH!" he yelled, as she jumped off her broomstick and jumped on him, throwing them both to the ground.
She was in hysterics, laughing at him. "Sorry," Ginny said, not sorry at all. She got off of him and helped him up. "But, you gotta admit, it was funny!"
He laughed. "Whatever." He looked up at the sky, then back at Ginny. "Hey, what do you think the time is?"
"Around midnight."
They blushed and moved towards each other. Ginny stood on her tiptoes and put her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling. Oh, just kiss him! And so she did. She pulled back after a few seconds, startling Harry, who had just stood there shocked.
Ginny backed away from him. "It's late. I better go," she said, leaving the Quidditch Pitch as fast as she could. She smiled. Her dream had come true. She kissed Harry Potter!
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"How did you figure out about this game?" asked Blaise, gesturing to the ball.
"It's a secret," I whispered. "But, apparently you're beating me."
Blaise laughed. I like his laugh. "Apparently. Time?"
I looked at the clock. "It's twelve," I mumbled, blushing.
"Well, if we have to, then we have to," whispered Blaise, coming closer.
He's pretty tall. He's like what? 6"2 and I'm 5"5. Big difference. What am I talking about! Blaise is about to kiss me!
He took my hands in his hands and captured my mouth with his. It lasted a good few minutes until he pulled back.
He blushed. "I-I need to go," he stuttered, walking quickly out the door.
I was stunned. Who knew Blaise was an amazing kisser?
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Won-Won and Lav-Lav were already snogging. And I think they were quite happy.
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A/N: All done! This was the funnest chapter to write. And it is over 2000 words! Oooh, I love it. Now tell me if you love it. Review!
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