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This chapter is for minoko-chan, because I was terrified by the threat! (laughs) You have an Inner "Draise" in you…

And for all of those who pleaded for Harry, well, don't worry. He's going to have someone, it's just not going to be Hermione.

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So, she wanted to play dirty.

Draco smirked as he looked at the wand in his wand. Blaise was studying in the corner of the room, and Hermione was sleeping up in her room, not at all realizing that the two Slytherins in the Head Boy and Girl Common Room were planning her downfall.

How in the world had Hermione gotten into Gryffindor? Maybe it was the fact that she was muggle born. Otherwise he was sure that the hat would have placed her in Slytherin. And if it had, well, things would have been so much different than it had been. But, if Hermione had been in the same house with them, Blaise and he would have probably killed each other before 3rd year over her.

So it'd been better this way.

"I think I found it." Blaise announced, looking up from his book.

"You sure it'll work?" Draco wanted to know.

"Well, let's put it this way." Blaise smirked, putting down his book. "The only way it'll go wrong is if Longbottom or Weasley does it."

Draco returned his smirk. "Can you believe she actually did that to make us jealous?"

"Can you believe we actually fell for it?" His friend rejoined.

He smirked wider before he went serious. "So, how long until you can get it ready?"

"With your help?" Blaise asked pointedly, as if reminding the blonde that he wasn't doing all the work himself while Draco 'supervised'. "Two days."

"So long?"

"Do you want something to go wrong with the potion and have Hermione turning into the ice queen again?"

Draco shivered. "Okay. Two days."

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Since Harry hadn't wanted to get hexed so quickly after just escaping with his life, he'd decided to forget to mention the episode in the library to Hermione, so she was blissfully unaware that the Slytherins knew of her attraction to them or her plans. Of course, she was slightly nervous at the knowing glance they'd given her at breakfast, but she shook it off as paranoia.

The day went on the same, and Hermione suddenly noticed Ginny at the bottom of the stairs. She looked sad.

"Are you okay, Gin?" Hermione asked, coming up behind her, worried.

She looked up startled, and quickly wiped away the silent tear that'd made its way down her cheek. "Hey Mione."

"Ginny, why are you crying?" She whispered. She'd only seen Ginny cry on a few occasions, and deaths and break ups were the reason. "What happened?"

Wordlessly, Ginny threw herself at Hermione and buried her face in her chest, crying heart-brokenly. "Oh Mione!"

Holding Ginny close to her heart, Hermione glared at the few students that dared glance at them questioningly. Deep inside she was telling herself off. She'd been so engrossed in her own little project that she'd basically ignored all of her friends, and now she'd missed something horrible that had happened to Ginny.

What sort of friend was she?

"Ginny? What's wrong?"

She pulled away slightly, face as red as her hair from having cried so hard. "I can't tell you."

Hermione blinked. "What? Why not?"

"You won't understand." Ginny sniffed.

Making sure no one was listening, Hermione cleared her throat. "Well, if I'm able to want Malfoy and Zabini at the same time, and be willing to let them share me, well then, I should be able to understand anything you dish out."

Ginny looked at her as if she were insane, and then a slow smile made its way on her face. "That actually sounds sexy."

Hermione laughed. "Ginny!"

She laughed too before sobering. "Well, Mione…" She looked around as if to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. "I—I'm having girl problems."

"Girl problems?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. That sounded a lot like what Ron had said to her when he and Lavender were fighting. Hermione gasped. "Ginny? Are you?"

She looked away, blushing.

"Wow." She suddenly smirked cheekily. "Well, that explains the time you groped my arse."

"I never groped your arse!" Ginny protested, yet gave way to giggles. 'I did once, didn't I?"

"Just a teensy weensy bit." Hermione nodded, yet the look on her face was comical. "So, who's the girl?"

Ginny hesitated. "Lavender."

Hermione blanched, feeling faint. "You're in love with your brother's girlfriend?!?!?!?"

"Well, to be fair, we had a thing before Ron and her began going out." The redhead pointed out.

Hermione needed to sit, so she did so on the step of the stairs. "Am I completely blind?" She looked up at the younger, yet taller girl. "So, have you two been seeing each other behind Ron's back?"

Ginny frowned and nodded. "But I broke up with her. I couldn't do that to Ron. He's so oblivious it was painful."

"Well, I'm proud of you Gin." The brunette smiled, patting the space next to her for her to sit down as well. "You did the right thing, and, well, there are other lesbian girls in Hogwarts."

"Really?" Ginny asked, surprised. "I've never noticed any."

"Yes. There's Hannah Bones…or, well, she's bi sexual to be fair." The Head Girl admitted. "And the Hufflepuff girls all seem to like skirts as well as pants…and Maggie Turner from Ravenclaw. She's definitely into girls."

Ginny blushed. "Maggie T-Turner?"

Seeing the blush grow, Hermione laughed. "Crushing are we?"

"No." Yet it was so obviously a lie that she sighed. "She's way out of my league."

"Don't you say that. You're gorgeous. Take the chance. Talk to her. She's pretty. Maybe you'll get her to invite you to the party I hear Ravenclaw is having tonight. It'd be the best way to get to know her in a neutral place, you know?"

"Since when did you become Doctor Phil and when can I have my next session?"

Hermione laughed as she hugged Ginny. "You're like my little sister Gin. You get all the sessions you want."

"Thanks Hermione." Ginny whispered, returning the hug fiercely. "My brother was an idiot never to notice you were a girl."

"He was, wasn't he?" They laughed at that. "Now go on and find that Ravenclaw."

Getting up, Ginny nodded and rushed away.

Promising never to ignore her friends or their problems ever again, Hermione went to her next class.

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"Sometimes you Gryffindors are so bloody noble it makes me sick."

Harry looked up in surprise to see Pansy Parkinson speaking to him. He was dressed in his Quidditch robes and had been on his way to the field to practice when she spoke. "What have I done to offend your Slytherin sensibilities now, Parkinson?"

"I know what happened between Draco, Blaise and you last night." She announced, leaning against the wall, looking at her fingernails. "I followed them to make sure they didn't do anything stupid. And when it comes to Granger, they're complete idiots."

Harry observed her a moment. She definitely wasn't ugly. Her hair was still cut in a bob, making her look young despite the knowledge in her eyes. He'd been surprised when she'd joined the light. "Where are you going with this conversation?"

"To the fact that you love Granger, yet you literally gave her to them on a silver platter."

Harry looked away. "Hermione likes them too. What could I do?"

"If this had happened to a Slytherin, he or she wouldn't have cared if their partner were in loved or bloody obsessed with anyone else." Pansy announced, still looking at her nails in a bored way. "They'd pursue that person until he or she wore down, and would make sure he or she was with them forever, even if they had to fight said person to make sure that happened. We Slytherins know what we want, how to keep it, and most importantly, how to make sure it stay ours."

"Well, it's a shame that I'm a Gryffindor then, isn't it?" He snapped, looking at her again.

This time she was looking at him, and with a pretty smirk on her face. "Ah yes Potter, you are a Gryffindor, and very much in love with Granger. But don't worry. I'm a Slytherin. I'll find a way around that." With one last look at him she pushed away from the wall and walked away.

Harry looked at her in surprise. Was she—had she just…?

He shook his head.

What had just happened?

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While the thought of giving Hermione her own medicine had crossed their minds, Blaise pointed out that making Hermione jealous could very easily backfire on them, so Draco quickly agreed that they wouldn't be using any girls tonight. So that'd left them slightly annoyed. They wanted to get back at her, but how to do so in a way that'd annoy her as much as she'd annoyed them one they'd known the truth—yet be completely harmless to their cause?

They were in the Slytherin Common Room, trying to come up with some malevolent plan, yet were interrupted when the portrait opened and Pansy entered the room.

She froze, seeing them there, then shook it off, going to sit in the love seat. "Nice to see you two down here for a change. Blaise seems to live in the Head Dorms as much as you and Hermione."

"Not now Pansy." Blaise retorted. "We're trying to come up with some amazingly evil and cunning plan on how to get back at Hermione for trying to make us jealous."

"Yes." Draco nodded. "And if we're to come up with one by dinner then you will have to shut up. Hermione will never know what hit her tonight."

Pansy smirked. "Well, you know--."

"Pansy." Blaise interrupted before turning to Draco. "How about we hex her?" He quickly continued before Draco could hit him. "Nothing harmful. Just something like making a sign follow her around that insults any guy that looks at her? But she can't see it?"

Pansy raised an eyebrow.

"No. That's too '3rd year'." Draco snorted. "How about we hex her so that she looks horribly ugly and no one else but us can see the real her? She'll scare everyone off! No more competition, instantly!"

Pansy rolled her eyes.

"She'd hurt us if she found out." Blaise muttered.

"Right." Draco agreed, obviously deciding against the idea.

Pansy groaned.

"Well," Blaise announced. "We could always---."

Pansy had had enough. "Well, you two idiots can continue planning your immature and awfully pathetic revenge and all of that, but I'm going to go and get ready for the party that Hermione is going to be attending tonight and thus not going to be anywhere near where you two will be for you idiots to hex her!"

Pushing up from the chair, she had nearly made it to the girls' dorms when the two flanked her from both sides. "Hey!" She screamed in protest when each grabbed an arm and lifted her up in the air, taking the petite girl to the sofa before throwing her down. "That hurt!" She spat.

"What party?" Draco asked, sitting back down, acting as if Blaise and he hadn't just kidnapped her.

"Why weren't we invited?" Blaise sounded insulted.

"Well, maybe if you two weren't such brutes you would have been!" She spat, rubbing her sore arms.

"What party?" It would seem that Draco had a one-track mind.

"And how was it that you were invited and we weren't?" And it would seem that so did Blaise.

"Okay, listen." Pansy sighed. "I was just passing when I saw the Weaslette squealing and jumping up and down around Hermione, so, naturally I got curious. Looks like thanks to your girl, Weaslette got a date with some Ravenclaw, and had been invited to the party the Ravenclaws are throwing tonight, and they wanted Hermione to come. She said she'd love to. She noticed me, invited me along since she didn't want to go alone, and I was so surprised that she'd invite me that said I'd go."

Draco and Blaise looked at her. "You're going out on a date with Hermione?"

She smacked them both. "Idiots!" Getting up she stalked to the girl dorms and disappeared up the stairs.

Draco and Blaise watched her leave, rubbing the stinging handprint on their cheeks.

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The music blared as they entered. Hermione smirked as she noticed the little looks Harry sent in Pansy's direction, and the smug expression on Pansy's face that proved that she'd noticed as well. Then again, Pansy looked great. She was wearing a black mini skirt with fishnet stockings and high heeled knee-high boots. She had an off the shoulder shirt that barely clothed anything, and Harry was gulping repeatedly, clearing his throat even more, trying desperately to keep his eyes off of her chest and arse.

Move your Body, by Eiffle 65, began playing loudly, and when Harry turned to Hermione, as if to ask her for a dance, Pansy just grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor. He looked terrified.

Hermione laughed. This was an interesting development.

Pushing Ginny in the direction of Maggie, Hermione mingled in the crowd herself. Compared to Pansy's outfit she looked like a nun, but sexy nonetheless. A knee-length dark green skirt hung to her curves like skin, and she wore a silver halter top that showed some stomach, and was only held together in the back by some dainty little strings. She'd put her curls up in a high ponytail and had borrowed Ginny's silver hoops.

It never occurred to her that she was wearing Slytherin colors.

She swayed with the music as songs began and ended. She didn't care that she danced alone, she enjoyed it actually. The music seduced her slowly before bringing her to the height of trance.

"Hermione!"

Stopping, thrown off beat, she turned and frowned when she saw Bartholomew in front of her. Hadn't she made herself clear enough? "Hey." She'd forgotten that he was in Ravenclaw and thus would be at the party.

"I'm surprised you came to the party alone." He announced, smile growing.

Hermione opened her mouth to answer.

"She didn't." A voice said menacingly from behind her.

An arm went around her waist while another went around her shoulder.

Hermione blinked and turned her head in surprise to find that Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy were the ones trapping her in the possessive hold. I didn't? She thought to herself stupidly, still surprised at their sudden appearance. She'd thought that Pansy was supposed to be the only Slytherin allowed to come.

"She came with us." Blaise announced, giving her shoulders an extra squeeze as if trying to prove their point.

I did?!?!? Hermione's eyes were wide. What were they playing at?

Bartholomew's eyes became two slits, but they were more normal when he turned to Hermione. "I'd like to have a dance with you before the party is over."

She opened her mouth to accept—she owed him that much.

"Sorry, no can do." Yet Blaise didn't sound sorry.

"No one touches her tonight, except us." Draco smirked in a superior way before they led her away from Bartholomew towards the middle of the dance floor.

Be Jealous, by Tech Nine began playing as Draco and Blaise finally found a place on the dance floor that they found to their liking. Placing Hermione between they began dance, and Hermione smirked at them before doing the same. What an ironic song, given the fact that everyone in the room seemed jealous of them as Blaise and Draco sandwiched her, dancing sensually against her, touching her, the three of them moving to the beat as one.

The room was a night club tonight, and Hermione decided to forget that the others in there were her fellow students. She let herself loose, closing her eyes, mouth open in inaudible moans as she felt their hardness pressed against her as they danced, felt their hands as they tugged at her clothes, as they squeezed her.

Blaise, from his position behind her, ran his fingers down her bare back, causing her to tremble with pleasure.

She wanted them.

They obviously wanted her.

She moaned.

This was the place of no return.

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Pansy and Ginny stood together getting drinks and talking uncomfortably with each other. One didn't tease and taunt each other for years and then suddenly become best friends, but they were trying to be civil with each other.

"So, what do you want with Harry?" Ginny asked.

"What do you want with Turner?"

Ginny frowned. "Fair enough."

Pansy smirked. "I want to shag him."

Ginny snorted into her drink and couldn't help but laugh. "My answer was somewhere along those lines as well."

"No need to ask about those three over there." Pansy announced before taking a sip of her drink.

Ginny followed her gaze to Draco, Hermione and Blaise, grinding away on the dance floor. She cleared her throat and looked away nervously. She'd been right, it was hot!

"Or him."

The redhead noticed it too, noticed the way Bartholomew Hollows watched the three. "I don't like the expression on his face."

"I'm not particularly fond of it myself." Pansy rejoined calmly. "I think we should keep an eye on him."

"Hermione can take very good care of herself, she's the brightest witch the wizard world has known since Rowena Ravenclaw herself." Ginny defended with evident pride, chin high. "But if Draco and Blaise need protection I'll keep an eye on Hollows."

Pansy smirked into her drink, deciding to remain silent as she noticed something and nudged Ginny.

"Oi!" Sounding very much like Ron, Ginny frowned. "What was that for?"

Pansy moved her chin in the direction she wanted Ginny to look at.

The redhead did, and she blushed Weasley Red when she noticed Draco, Hermione and Blaise edging discreetly towards the exit of the room. Even with all the people in the room, and the damnable little amount of light she could see both of their hands up her skirt before they disappeared out of the Ravenclaw Common Room.

Ginny gulped. "Oh boy."

Harry arrived, looking around. "Has anyone seen Hermione?"

"Well, if they haven't, they sure will now." Pansy smirked.

Ginny coughed.

Harry looked at them and wondered what the world they were talking about.

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