All right, so most of you know by now that this is my first fanfic ever, in the history of the world. When I started it, I began with this chapter. You know how it begins… The classic love story, girl finds Dramione fanfiction, girl loves fanfiction, girl reads great story that ends too soon. Girl decides to pick up where the plot left off and writes her own chapter. She finds it so much fun that she keeps going and the story takes on a life of its own. Now five notebooks and 500 written pages later she decides to give her hand at posting it. The story is well received, girl gets a kick out of her reviews and finds it intoxicating. She is hooked.

I had to create 16 chapters prior to get to this point. This is my baby chapter, and my favorite. This is my little plot bunny. I wrote this first and then had to go back and write an introduction to the piece. Who knew it would take 16 chapters to get to it! You better love this like I do, cause it only gets better from here! This is the Blaise chapter, and how much do I love Zabini? So much! She kicks ass... If you want to read my original inspiration the author is Beautifully Malicious over at Coloured Grey, thanks for the folks that reminded me of the original author!

Three W's Fine Spirits

Hermione caught his hair out of the corner of her eye. Even in a room as crowded as the Valentine's Gala the brilliant platinum shone brightly. The professors had indeed left the revels to the students and turned their heads. It was to be a night of through debauchery.

Fred and George arranged a large booth near the front of the hall to hand out samples of their new lines of alcohol, free of charge, and hired a prominent DJ to spin the event. As promised each house organized a fantastic booth, each better than the next.

Ravenclaw had cleverly devised cupid charms in the form of a simple arrow. When it was shot at the opposite sex it would reveal their attraction to the person in question, one per student. Hufflepuff created a large assortment of foods and drinks with aphrodisiac qualities. Gryffindor had an assortment of magic gifts either for your must beloved, or your most hated. The gifts looked identical, only the recipient could discover its true intent.

Her eyes were drawn back to Slytherin, games of chance, typical. Draco stood over the crowds on a low table, he reminded her of a dark ringmaster, dressed in pure black. The v-neck cashmere jumper draped loosely over his tailored wool pants. His eyes rose to meet her, he lifted a hand and gently beckoned her to him.

He observed a charmed spin-the-bottle contest; all entered would burn in discomfort until the kiss was complete, regardless of gender. Behind him were various versions of poker, some strip, taking place. Hermione felt her body burn under his gaze as he took in the red of her silk dress. Draco sauntered over to her, his stride cocky, she could feel half of the eyes in the room on them.

"Well hello there beautiful. What's a lady like you doing in a place like this?"

Hermione felt the blush rise on her checks. "Everyone is watching us Draco." She hissed under her breath.

Draco boldly took her hand to his lips and kissed it before tucking an arm around her waist. "Then let them look Mina, I am through with all the hiding." He nodded to the open jawed gawking, "So you wore it?"

She smiled, "It was a gift from someone I love."

He grinned in response, "Well thank you love. Come grab a drink?" He led her to the Weasley alcohol booth. George sidled up next to them at the bar, "'Ello Granger, looking quite the fox this evening!" He waggled his eyebrows at her ensemble suggestively.

"George now really!"

He turned to Malfoy "And you, Mr. Pureblood Prat, come for a bit 'o humble pie?"

She could feel Malfoy's grip tighten, "Just hear to sample your fineries Weasley."

They exchanged a glare as Fred threw drinks down between the boys and turned to George, "Let them drink up George, no hostility here." He turned back to the pair, "Try our newest blends, an enticing Lavender brew followed by a shot of Orange Florentine."

They cleared their throats and quickly pugged the beverages. Malfoy caught his breath, "Bloody genius boys, bloody genius. I would like to finance you."

The boys swiveled to meet his gaze, "What?" They asked as one.

Draco looked serious, "I mean it, I will fund the enterprise. I want to market this."

George looked skeptical, "How?"

"Send me a proposal this week, detail the types of breweries and distilleries you need. The Malfoy family already owns several successful factories. If it looks good I pay for everything, we spilt it 30, 70, you take the lion's share of course. With the quality of this stuff I will quickly recoup my losses."

Fred grasp George's arm, "Seriously?!"

"I am very serious. May we have another round to celebrate?"

Fred poured the drinks and began a jig as Hermione and Draco took another two rounds. "Hell Hermione we owe you one!" George kissed her check, Malfoy grumbled a watch it under his breath.

Hermione took Draco's arm and led him to Ravenclaw, "I want to play cupid Malfoy!" The 5th year handing out the charms narrowed her eyes at them, most likely resenting the pairing, but held out two arrows.

Hermione felt bursts of magic as women took aim at Draco. "I hope those arrows deny them Draco…"

He kissed her curls, "I know they will love." Hermione covertly poked him with her arrow, a blaze of red surrounded his body, hearts fluttered around his head as the words, in-love-with-you, scrolled out across his forehead in gold script.

Hermione giggled as he glared, "You didn't need to hide it, I can feel that you know!"

She squeezed his hand and gently nipped at his neck, she felt a tingle of magic and knew he had returned the favor. "Oh you are, are you?" He whispered in her ear, she knew he had seen the same thing.

He pulled her along to the Gryffindor table. Ginny and Harry were making-out to the left behind the Gryffindor table, purposely out of sight of the 3-W's booth. Lavender cooed at Hermione, "Hermione love, come and choose a gift for Draco…" Lavender eyed him with greedy glances.

Hermione perused the table apart from Draco. The table was filled with objects of attraction, items of lust, and enchanted objects that produced boils on the recipient. Of course the other party had to consent and accept before the object could work. Hermione selected a ring, the bearer or which would flower romance upon the gifter for 24 hours. Hermione smirked at the prospect. She noticed Draco covertly pocketing his selection, she viewed it with trepidation, she would find out soon enough.

He smirked and took her arm, "How about a snack and a few games?" She nodded as he departed for the Hufflepuff table. Hermione saw Ron sitting alone at one of the refreshment tables and went over to join him.

"Sickle for your thoughts Ron?"

He shook himself out of his haze and gazed at her, "Hey Hermione, you look lovely this evening."

She smiled and sank into the chair next to him, "And you are far too handsome to be here alone tonight."

Ron chortled in sad laughter, "The woman I want is taken." He looked pointedly at her.

Hermione squeezed his arm, "I would have you know Ron you are the most desirable catch in the school. Maybe you should open your eyes and look around. Girls are swooning over you!" Ron blushed, "Really Ronald! I mean, Lavender has been crying over you. Draco says most of the Slytherins fancy you."

Ron froze at Malfoy's name, "I know you mean well Mione, but…you know…"

She elbowed him, "Let's get drunk Ron! I want you to get laid tonight!" She nodded at a passing girl. "Oi' Blaise!"

Blaise Zabini stopped in her tracks. She turned and glared at Hermione. "Blaise you know Ron Weasley?"

Blaise stole a covert glance at Ron, "Yes?"

"Come and join us?"

Blaise looked over at Slytherin's booth, it was overrun with the other houses, and begrudgingly took a chair next to Ron, nodding slightly at him, her long black hair swinging into her face. She smiled, "Weasley, nice to see you."

Ron was mortified as he assessed the pride of Slytherin house. Hermione saw a blush flood his checks and knew Blaise had touched him under the table.

"'Ello Zabini, nice to see you here."

Hermione startled at the hand upon her neck as Draco dropped into the seat next to her with a plate full of food. All four reached for the cakes and pastries. Hermione sank her teeth into a pastry and felt an overwhelming surge of lust for Draco. She wanted to latch onto his hips and never let go.

The other two sighed similarly. Hermione saw Ron's hand go to rest on Blaise's shoulder as he looked at her across the table. He spurted out "Shall we go for drinks?"

The group followed Ron in a haze of lust. Draco nudged Hermione as Blaise sunk her arrow into Ron and smirked at the result. Zabini turned to Draco and winked, then lowered her hand to squeeze Ron's ass as they sat at the bar. George ran over to serve them promptly, he eyed Ron, Blaise was no girl to take lightly, she was widely regarded as the beauty of her year. Hermione felt pale in comparison.

The group quickly downed their drinks with a few looks from the twins then headed towards the Slytherin booths. Blaise was falling all over Ron at this point. She kept smoothing her hands over his torso as they approached the games. By the time they reached the high stakes table of truth-or-dare Ron fell away from Blaise's side. Ron leaned to Hermione, "How did you know?"

Hermione smiled wickedly, "A hold over from Malfoy Ron." She then grabbed his arm, "You know Ron I could tell."

He chortled, "Well fuck Mione! You got me the hottest girl in school! I totally owe you!"

Hermione just smirked as Blaise drew Ron into the circle of games. Draco pulled Hermione into an empty chair next to him, "Don't be afraid Granger, we can only win here." She laughed cautiously and threw in her wand.

Ernie Macmillan selected a wand from the communal bag. He had no idea who it belonged to, but held it high. "Truth or dare?" Hermione shuddered in trepidation, "Truth" Ernie turned to her smirking, "Truth Granger, dangerous..," Ernie looked between Hermione and Malfoy. "When did you first sleep with Malfoy?"

Hermione blushed, she wanted to lie, to deny it, but the rules of the game functioned like veritaserum. "In October, six weeks into the term." The table howled in laughter, several arms punched Draco.

"Oh really Granger? No one suspected that!" Ernie extended the bag to her, Hermione drew a wand. "Truth or dare?"

Ron mumbled dare in response. Hermione laughed as she glanced at Harry. Hermione looked at them wickedly, "I dare you Ron, to leave with the woman who chooses you tonight!"

The table howled in laughter. Ron blushed fuchsia as Blaise chose him quietly with a whisper in his ear. Ron flashed a broad smile at Hermione then selected a wand from the bag. "Truth or Dare?"

Draco stood up tall, "Dare."

Ron narrowed his eyes at Draco, "I dare you to spill your true feelings about Hermione to her here, in front of everyone." The table looked to Draco as he turned white and trembled and then convulsed under the spell.

"Hermione, I love you, I love fucking you. I want you to marry me and never leave me. I want you to be the mother of all of our brilliant blond children!" He seemed to spurt it out in pain. He then reeled in embarrassment and cursed at Ron.

"You fucking prat! Leave me emotions alone!"

The drunken catcalls surrounded them. Draco drew his wand selection from the bag, "Truth or Dare?" Blaise shrunk as she assessed her want of Ron. "Dare…?"

It wasn't a statement so much as a question. "I dare you, Blaise, to express your lust at this table."

Blaise launched her body onto Ron's. She humped him pelvis to pelvis, Ron pressed his check upon her lips. The hall erupted in laughter. Blaise fell off him and drew a wand, "Truth or dare?"

Ron rose to her challenge and reclaimed his wand, "Dare!"

Blaise cackled evilly, "I dare you, Ronald Weasley, to engage in the Slytherin revels tonight." Ron fell half out of his chair in embarrassment.

Blaise drew them to the 3W's drinks, then bade them follow to the Slytherin dungeons. As they walked in Hermione froze, couples were joining all over the room. Ginny and Harry were already humping furiously in the corner

Blaise quickly rushed Ron to her room. Draco turned to Hermione and took out a bracelet, "Wear it?" She gingerly extended her wrist as Draco moaned and clasped it around her.

Immediately Hermione felt the need to fuck Draco, in public. He smirked as she drew near and forced him into the love seat. Hermione unclasped his pants and straddled his waist. She moaned as he thrust into her. The other couples looked on in interest as Hermione ground upon Draco. The room hushed as the two fucked. Hermione was aware the gossip rags were having a heyday already, yet she couldn't stop. Draco thrust into her incessantly, not caring who observed. Hermione screamed repeatedly as Draco brought her to a climax, they were the centerpieces of the room.

Viewers of the scene howled in pleasure, the Head boy fucking the Head girl, in public!

Hermione attempted to smooth her dress and her hair as Draco coiled her about in his arms. He smiled at her, "Don't be ashamed my love, look at it as a bridge in inter-house relations!"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the response and drew her ring out. "Wear it?" Draco sighed and allowed her to slip it over his thumb.

Draco grinned, "Now why Miss Granger would I have the sudden urge to shower you in gifts, to even draw you into a waltz about the room?"

She giggled, "A girl could want some romance from time to time…"

Draco groaned, "I am going to make you wish you never said that Granger."

Hermione smiled, "I bet!"

At that Harry and Ginny re-emerged from the corner, rumpled and sweaty. "Hermione I never knew you had it in you!" Ginny squealed in laughter.

"I didn't Draco made me a gift from Gryffindor."

Harry punched Draco in the shoulder, "Nice move! Now where did Ron get off to?"

Draco nodded towards the dorms with a smirk, "He is fulfilling a dare." Harry and Ginny gasp in astonishment, "No way!"

Draco merely raised an eyebrow in response. Ginny let out a little shriek as Ron was led down the stairs to the common room by Blaise. Ron sheepishly approached them. "Oi' guys, interesting night, 'eh?"

Ginny punched him in the arm. "I'll say Ronald! I mean, Blaise Zabini? What the hell!"

Hermione interrupted the bickering, "Why don't we head back to the Head rooms, this is starting to freak me out." The friends glanced about to see students in various phases of coupling.

The group nodded hastily in agreement and hurried to the Head boy's shortcut. Ron grabbed Blaise and pulled her along with them to the Head rooms. It was the first time Harry, Ron and Ginny had seen Draco's chambers.

Ron groaned, "Oi' Malfoy, what are you playing at? The Prince of Slytherin?" He gagged at the silver, forest green and dark wood motif.

"I don't play Weasley, I am. Out of here now, I don't entertain here."

Blaise eyed him, "Oh really Malfoy? Word amongst the ladies is you do."

Draco growled at her, "Shut it Zabini." Blaise hadn't taken well to his dismissal. But then again, Blaise thought, a Weasley wasn't a bad second option, not bad at all.

Hermione quickly lit a fire in the hearth, then brought out blankets to warm them. Draco pulled out a few bottles of wine. He uncorked a bottle and started to pour, "A little wine now that everyone's been thoroughly shagged?"

Ron looked wildly about, "What do you mean, what'd I miss?"

Ginny laughed at him, "Well Ronald, while you were off doing Merlin knows what, Hermione put on quite the show for the whole common room!"

Hermione blushed and threw a pillow at her. "I did not! You and Harry were not exactly secretive either!"

Draco wrapped an arm about her, "Sorry love, the secret is out, you are a screamer."

Hermione felt her knees melt in shame, "Oh my god, is it that bad!"

Draco nipped her lobe, "Worse."

Draco handed out glasses, "A toast to a most lovely Valentine's day. Mina for making me a very happy man." The group raised their glasses in a toast.

Draco pulled Hermione aside and ripped off the charmed bracelet, "And that dear is the only tacky gift you will ever receive from a Malfoy. I was going to wait a bit, but this ring is urging me otherwise."

He pulled a small box from his pocket and placed it in her hands. "Draco really. You shouldn't have!"

He smirked and nudged her hand, "Just open it."

She slowly opened the box to find a bracelet in the crushed velvet. The band of the bauble was an enameled green stem with a thorn of amber. The clasp met at the heart of the rose. An elaborately constructed rose bud set in rubies sat as the centerpiece. A simple press on the bud and the clasp sprung open to allow the perfect rose to clasp around her wrist.

"Where did you find this?"

Draco smirked, "There is an interesting black market in Merovingian items."

"It is what?"

He kissed her check, "It was your Grandmother's fifteen generations back, and it had been in your family for 1500 years prior to that. It is the Rosa de Magdelena, it is your birthright."

Hermione choked out a sob and extended a wrist to him. Draco gently kissed the rose emblazoned on her wrist, then closed the circle about her arm. The bracelet glowed from within, the rubies danced with an internal fire. Hermione swooned and fell to the floor. Right before contact Draco caught Hermione, with Ron and Harry rushing to him.

"What the fuck Malfoy!" Ron screamed at him. Ron shoved Draco violently on his shoulder.

"Weasley, back off. I can handle this!" Hermione's eyes fluttered open. "I can see my family Draco…Every single woman to Mary…It is so beautiful!" She began to cry, "One more, Grandma says one more. One more what?" Hermione's gaze met the far wall.

She shook her head wildly to clear it. "My God Draco that was incredible!"

Harry extended his hand to her, pulling her upright and onto the couch next to Blaise.

Blaise eyed her wearily, "That was possessed Granger, real freaky style."

Hermione studied the bracelet calmly, "Well…I felt possessed, but in a perfect way. It was like it was a part of my body brought back to life. My blood seemed to jump for joy!"

Blaise starred at her wrist, eyes focused on the jewelry, "May I?"

Hermione nodded and Blaise gingerly lifted her wrist into the light. Blaise hissed as she touched the bauble, then grabbed at her own wrist. Blaise shoved Hermione violently out of the way before tackling her onto the couch. Hermione felt Blaise try to shake her senseless as Ron shouted at them to stop. The boys tried to stop the two by yanking at Blaise by her robes.

Draco jumped in and cornered Blaise, he growled at her, "Explain yourself Zabini!"

Blaise punched him roughly in the gut, "Look at this! What the fuck is this Malfoy?"

She shoved her wrist into his face, a fresh rose emblazoned on her skin. "Oh shit."

The room fell silent, Hermione's gaze shot to them, "One more Draco, Blaise is one more. Now there are eight."

Blaise broke Draco's grip, "One more? One more? What the fuck do you mean?"

Hermione uncharmed her wrist and nodded to the others. Each in turn pulled back their sleeve or removed the glamour, exposing themselves to Blaise.

"I don't understand." Hermione grasp Blaise's shoulder in turn. "We need to see Dumbledore now."

Blaise startled in response, "No way! I am drunk, it is far after midnight and I want nothing to do at all with this crazy cult!"

Ron clasp Ginny's shoulder tightly for support, then met Zabini's eyes, "Blaise, this is important. Trust me, you want to hear this."

A/N: I told you Zabini would enter at one point. So now she is marked. What is to come? I mean, 8 members, what is that supposed to mean? Yep, I well tell you, next chapter...it is coming...