Hermione glared at Malfoy and summoned her own cup of hot chocolate. She retreated to the center of the trampoline and crossed her legs. "So," she said. "You're going to help me plan the Christmas party."

"Duh, Granger," he said. "I believe I just said that."

Hermione tightened her grip on the cup. "Why are you such a git?" she asked.

"I was born with it," he said. He sounded proud, like it was a good thing to be a jerk who used people. Then again, in his social circle, it probably was.

Hermione took a sip of her drink and looked around. "Alright," she said. "If we're going to decorate this place, we'll have to start now. Christmas is two weeks away, so we have a lot to get ready for. What do you think about we start hanging decorations and-"

"Whoa," Malfoy said. "Use your head, Granger. We only have to ask the Room to decorate itself. It's why we have magic. So we don't have to actually do the work."

Hermione looked back at him and said, "That's just lazy."
"It's smart," he argued.

"It's lazy," she said. "If you become too dependent on magic, you'll never learn anything for yourself."

Malfoy gave a devilish grin. "I've learned quite a lot without using magic."

Hermione gave him a look, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes. "That doesn't have to do with sex?" she asked. His smile faded. "I thought not. We're going to make decorations for the walls and the tree. We'll ask the house elves to make us some food for the party, and we'll choose the music. All by hand."

Malfoy sighed. "You are seriously no fun, Granger."

"Get use to it, Malfoy," she said, smiling as she gained the upper hand. "Oh, and you'll need to bring a present. We'll be doing a White Elephant exchange."

"What the hell is that?" he asked.

"It's a game," Hermione explained. "Everyone brings a present and puts it under the tree. Then, everyone gets a number. The first person picks a present under the tree and unwraps it. The second person can either steal the first person's present, or get one from under the tree. If he steals the first person's present, that person can then get a different present. This continues until everyone has a present."

Malfoy smiled. "Sounds so Slytherin," he said.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, once the present's been moved three times, once per round, then it can no longer be moved."

He shrugged. "Well, up until that point, it sounds like a fun game."

"But you have to bring a present, Malfoy," she said.

"Fine," he said.

"And it can't be anything above five galleons."

"What?" Malfoy said, his eyes widening. "There's nothing interesting that costs five galleons. Why the limit?"

"So no one will be out shined because of how rich they are," Hermione said, glaring at him. "It's the rules of the game. Deal with it."

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. "Watch how you talk to me, Granger," he warned.

She snorted. "You don't scare me, Malfoy," she said.

He chuckled. "No," he said. "But I excite you. Shall I show you?" He made to stand up and Hermione stiffened.

She straightened her back and took a sip of her drink to calm herself. "No, you will not show me," she said, hoping her body would take the hint to stop burning. It didn't. The closer Malfoy came to her, the hotter her body became. She slid off the trampoline and pulled on her shoes. "I'll be going, now." She walked to the door and pulled at it. It didn't budge.

"I locked the door before you curled against me, Granger," Malfoy said. He was right behind her, his breath tickling her neck. She bit her lip and pulled her own wand out. She tapped the knob and the door swung open. She walked out without turning around.

Draco watched her go. She had argued with him and made him angry...but he couldn't get over how attractive she was when she was lecturing him. Yeah, he wanted to shag her, and her attitude was only adding fuel to the fire. Would she have this spirit when he fucked her? The thought made him hard. Damn, did everything about this girl make him hard?

He shut the door and looked back at the room. The trampoline looked inviting. He'd seen some muggle children jumping on something similar, but he'd never tried it. So, he slipped his shoes off and jumped up onto it. The material dipped below him and he threw his arms out to balance himself. Once he was standing straight, he gave a small bounce and then a harder one. He was thrown into the air. The moment his feet touched the material again, he dropped to his knees. People liked this thing? How? It was terrifying, being thrown into the air. Why would any one like this thing?

Draco slid off the thing and sank down onto the couch. He waved his hand and the music changed to something with a beat. The trampoline disappeared and a fireplace burned on the wall. The room changed so there was a large pole in front of him. A gorgeous blond appeared before him, wearing a slutty version of the Slytherin uniform. She grabbed the pole and twirled around it. Draco smiled and watched the view. Granger may like to jump to relax, but he loved this method.

Hermione made it all the way to her the portrait to her common room before Peeves found her. She sighed when she saw the Poltergeist floating toward her with a large smile on his face. "What do you want, Peeves?" she asked.

"Can't a poltergeist visit his favorite Beaver?" he teased. She glared at him. He chuckled. "I wanted your opinion on how I could make this into a flyer." He flipped a piece of parchment in her face. It was her test results.

"Give those back, Peeves, or I'll get the Bloody Baron to make you give it back," Hermione said.

"The Bloody Baron is talking with Grey Lady" Peeves said. He waved the paper. "If you want the paper, you'll have to come get it." Peeves turned and flew away. Hermione gave an exasperated sigh and ran after him.

Peeves flew down a hallway and another corridor. He ran through a door and Hermione followed a few moments after.

Draco looked up at Peeves as his dancer vanished, having finished her dance. The ghost dropped something into Draco's lap. He picked it up looked over it. They were results from a personality quiz and the results of a match making quiz. These had to be Grangers. He'd recognized her handwriting anywhere.

Just then, the door opened. Draco looked up and saw an out of breath Granger, glaring at the poltergeist. "Give me the damned paper, Peeves," she said. She hadn't noticed Draco yet.

Peeves laughed and said, "Beaver needs to be nicer. Or Peeves might do something with the paper that Beaver may not like."

Granger grabbed her wand and shot a hex at Peeves. The ghost vanished through a wall and Granger groaned. "I'm going to kill that ghost one of these days," she murmured. She finally paused and looked around. Her eyes settled on Draco. Then they settled on the parchment in his hands. "Give it back, Malfoy," she said.

"What?" he said. "This?" He held the paper up.

Granger walked up to him so she stood directly in front of him. "Give it back," she said, reaching for it.

Draco pulled it back, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll give it to you, Granger," he said. "If, you pole dance for me."

"What?" Granger cried.

Draco waved his hand and her clothes changed. She wore a really short pleated skirt, knee high socks, a short shirt that showed off her stomach and was tight around her chest; and a loose tie around her neck. They were all in Gryffindor colors. Granger looked down at her clothes in shock. "And you do it in that," Draco said.

AN: Aren't my twists great? You gotta love them. And it makes me happy to have a review.