Hello darling readers! I wrote half of this chapter lastnight, but since I wanted to publish it as a longer one, I decided to keep writing this morning. :D It's now nearly 10 pages long. So I hope it's more than 3000 words...:D

Mo2653: Blaise likes playing with Hermione, but he doesn't want to date her or anything. He just knows a good thing when he sees one.

DaphneandBellatrixPotter: I plan on it. :D But thank you for the suggestion!

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Cassidy Carlisle: One day? Really? Dedication! He's the sexiest, ugh. Nom nom nom.

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MonkeySlut: Haha, it's a good thing! Update speed, I mean. Your reviews make me smileeeeeee. Do you think? I tried to make her amusing. ;) I think it's cause we want to be tough and make people think we aren't all that lightweight but we are. :D

I wouldn't understand it in French haha so I really prefer it in English. I LOVE their British accents, simply adore it. Oh, and my date? It went well, he's 21 and sexy as fuhhh. He's asked me out on another, maybe I'll go. I dunno. ;D

futureinquestion: Yes, he is. I love his sweet side. Maybe she should, but not yet! Hehe.

animalllover: Don't hate me. Haha. :(

Witchy-She-Wolf: Thanks for answering my question! I decided to go with a more interesting theme, as you will read in this chapter. :)))

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Sarah: WHAT? The only one crying? People are so insensitive. Some people were LAUGHING when Fred died. I turned around and was like "STFU!"

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manderzmagik: I like the comment! Glad you love it so much! Blaise, is not falling for her. He just likes to play around with her. :D As for the complaint: I understand where you're coming from. Totally do. I tried to fix that a little in this chapter? Let me know if you think it makes it better or not.

pureblood-slytherin-goddess: It's totally okay! I've grown to love mine :). But thank you for the offer! Possessive Draco is a sexier Draco, I must admit. ;)

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SO I JUST REALIZED THAT THERE ARE SO MANY REVIEWS AND I CAN'T POSSIBLY ANSWER THEM ALL...WHICH MAKES ME SO VERY HAPPY (SO DON'T STOP REVIEWING). I'M REALLY SORRY, BUT I'M NOT GOING TO REPLY TO THE OTHER REVIEWS. NOT THAT YOU ALL AREN'T IMPORTANT, IT JUST TAKES UP A LOT OF TIME. :( PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

Blood, so much blood. Vibrant, red stains against the white marble floor. Looking down at his hands, he saw the blood painted over them, seeping into the cracks of his hands and underneath his nails. Bodies strewn around the room, with Voldemort in its center. His eyes glowed red, bloodlust evident as he smiled around the room full of death and torment. His eyes locked on Draco's, a smile curving his lips.

"Well done, Draco." He praised, gesturing to the bodies.

Draco woke up with a start, he had had yet another nightmare. He sighed, throwing the sheets off of his sweating body. He got out of bed, flashes of his nightmare running through his head in vivid detail; especially the blood. He went to his restroom, starting the water in the shower. He stripped off his shorts and went into the shower, closing the glass door. He lifted his head to the spray, hoping to wash away the blood he felt was still coated on his hands. He scrubbed at his body with the soap soaked sponge, feeling dirty and repulsive as Voldemort's red eyes stared at him in his memory. He sighed loudly, dropping the sponge, and rinsing off his body. He quickly washed his silver-blonde hair, slicking it back before turning off the water. He stepped out, grabbing one of his towels and wrapping it around his waist. He approached the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste. He brushed his teeth quickly, spitting out in the sink and gargling before walking briskly back to his room.

He opened his closet, looking into it. He grabbed the first thing he saw-jeans and a white t-shirt. He quickly patted the towel down his body, drying himself off sufficiently. He laid the clothes on his bed, and walked to his dresser. He took out some white briefs and quickly pulled them on. He grabbed some cologne from the top of the dresser and sprayed it over his body. As he put on the jeans and shirt, his mind wandered back to the dream and he shuddered. He forced it away, into the dark recesses of his mind and locked it away with the others. He looked at his reflection, and mulled it over. Something was missing. Draco went back to his closet, and grabbed a brown leather jacket. He pulled it on and re-examined himself. He nodded, and grabbed his wand. He tucked it into his back pocket, feeling safer with its weight there.

He walked out to the common room, seeing Blaise snoring slightly on the larger of the couches. The fire had died down sometime in the night, and Draco quickly restarted it with a spell. He stepped over the mess of pillows, and gently pushed at Blaise's shoulder. Blaise woke instantly, eyes opening to take in Draco.

"Morning." Blaise smiled, stretching his arms out.

"Good morning." Draco answered, walking to his armchair before dropping into it.

Blaise sat up, snatching his shirt from the pillows discarded on the floor. He pulled it on, tugging it slightly to try and ease out the wrinkles. He scrunched up his nose as the wrinkles stubbornly refused to leave. He sighed, leaving it. Leaning back against the couch, he looked towards Draco.

"Another nightmare?" Blaise asked.

Draco nodded. Blaise offered him a sad smile. "Want to talk about it?"

Blaise shrugged after Draco gave him an annoyed glare. "Just trying to help."

"Well stop." Draco snapped.

Blaise threw up in his hands in surrender. "Fine. So, you know who you'll be taking to the party tomorrow?"

Draco relaxed as Blaise dropped the subject. "Haven't got the faintest idea."

Blaise chuckled, "Maybe I'll ask Tracey. She's still interested, I hear."

"Are you?" Draco asked curiously.

"Mate, you know I'm interested in anything with a hot body and cute face." Blaise grinned.

Draco laughed, "Oh, that's right."

The two boys smiled at each other, turning as they heard Hermione's door open. She stepped through, freshly showered and dressed. She wore some skinny jeans and loose purple hoodie. Her hair was blow dried, and straightened. No makeup adorned her face. She wore some dark purple ankle boots on her dainty feet.

"Good morning, boys." She smiled brightly as she approached them.

Blaise winked at her, "You look lovely, Granger."

Draco scowled at Blaise and murmured, "You look great."

Hermione blushed under the scrutiny of the two boys.

"Blaise, well, you're wearing the same thing as yesterday. But still dashingly handsome, I suppose." She laughed.

Blaise shrugged, "I'm going green, recycling and all that."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Right. Do you even know what recycling is?"

"Course I do. It's when you reuse stuff for some important reason." Blaise scoffed.

"Something like that." Hermione smiled, amused.

Draco cleared his throat as he watched the two banter. Hermione's eyes drifted to his, amusement still shining through them.

"You clean up nicely, Malfoy." Hermione smiled.

Draco frowned at hearing his last name from her lips. He thought they were past that. "Thank you, Hermione." He said slowly, drawing out her name.

If Hermione was flattered, she didn't show it. Her smile stayed in place, going to sit next to Blaise on the couch.

"Gosh, it's only Sunday. Seems like ages have gone by since yesterday morning." Hermione sighed.

Blaise smirked, "You've been quite busy."

Hermione blushed, rolling her eyes. "Perhaps."

Draco chuckled, "It's weird seeing you here with us, instead of with the rest of your Golden Trio."

Hermione frowned slightly, "I miss them sometimes. Maybe I'll try and talk to them."

Blaise clutched at his heart, "You wound me, Granger. Haven't we proved ourselves worthy of your full attention?"

Hermione laughed lightly, her hand brushing down Blaise's arm. Draco's eyes watched the simple caress, upset at the contact.

"Yes, yes you have." Hermione smiled warmly.

"Never thought I'd see the day that the Gryffindor Princess preferred the Slytherin boys over her Golden Trio, I must admit." Draco said, drawing Hermione's attention away from Blaise.

Hermione shook her head, "It's crazy, I know. I enjoy Harry and Ron's company, they just can't offer me all this."

"All this?" Blaise echoed questioningly.

Hermione nodded, attention once again focused on Blaise. Draco frowned. "The excitement, the forbidden. It's all very exciting!" She gushed.

Blaise laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him. "You're a delightful girl, Granger."

Hermione smiled, resting her head on Blaise's shoulder. Draco wanted to rip Blaise's arm off, the thought surprising Draco.

"Why do I care if he touches her?" Draco thought bitterly.

"Because she's yours, remember?" His inner voice answered him.

Draco scowled at the reply, drawing Hermione and Blaise's attention. "Something the matter?" Hermione asked.

Draco shook his head. "I think I'll go to the Slytherin Common Room, I need to find a date for the party."

Hermione beamed up at him, "You're going?"

Draco nodded, "Yeah. It'll be fun."

"That's what I keep hearing." Hermione chirped.

Blaise ruffled Hermione's hair affectionately. "I never thought you'd agree to go."

Hermione craned her head to look up at Blaise, "Why not?"

"It's on a Monday night, a school night." Blaise smirked.

Hermione gasped, "Oh!"

Blaise chuckled, "Don't tell me you didn't realize. I mean, after Sunday comes Monday."

"I didn't even think of it! I just-I don't know. My head hasn't been in school recently." Hermione frowned.

Draco shrugged his broad shoulders, "It's whatever, Hermione. School sucks anyways."

Hermione shook her head, "No! I'm Hermione Granger…I enjoy class! What's wrong with me? How could I forget about it all?" She chewed on her lip.

Blaise laughed, "Oh c'mon, Granger. Don't be so hard on yourself. Destiny's parties have always been on a Monday night. It's more challenging that way. Most everyone is extremely hung-over or tired, and can barely get up for school. However, if you don't go to school the next morning-on time-you can't go to the next party. Destiny does it to encourage us bad kids to go to school, and rewards us with another night of frivolities."

Hermione began to smile, "She's brilliant! Bloody brilliant!"

Blaise nodded, "Yeah. Just a warning: it really is hard to get up in the morning after one of Destiny's parties. Even for a dedicated student like you, Granger."

Hermione mulled that over, "Well, then I just won't drink."

Blaise laughed uncomfortably. "Right. Okay."

A thought occurred to Draco, causing a sly smile to adorn his lips. "I heard you're going with Theodore."

Hermione faced Draco, "Yeah, he asked me."

Draco's smile grew bigger. "Really? Hmmn."

Hermione looked from Draco to Blaise, "Why?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders, getting up to walk to the door. "No reason, really. I'm just surprised that you agreed to go with someone since-well, you know."

Hermione's confused expression grew deeper as she looked to Blaise for an answer. "I don't know, what? What are you talking about?" She turned back to Draco.

Draco snickered. "Well, you know. The rule, about going with someone."

Hermione's face slightly whitened. "What rule?"

Draco feigned surprise, "You didn't know?"

Blaise shot Draco a smile as he watched Hermione stiffen. "No, I didn't know." She wiggled out of Blaise's arm, turning to face him. "What rule, Blaise?"

Blaise clucked his tongue. "The couples rule."

Hermione glared at him, "Start talking. Now."

Draco chuckled, "I'll leave you two to it."

Draco left the room and Hermione stood to look down at Blaise's languid expression. "Blaise." She warned.

Blaise shrugged, "It's not a big deal. Just a small, tiny, little stipulation that Destiny likes to put on people taking people."

"Which is?" Hermione asked impatiently.

Blaise grew uncomfortable at Hermione's steel gaze. "Well, it's nothing really."

Hermione straddled Blaise, one leg on either side of him. Her hands bunched in his shirt, tugging him to her. "Stop evading." She growled.

Blaise's hands went to her bum, squeezing playfully. "I like it when you get angry." He whispered huskily.

Hermione exhaled loudly, "What is with you Slytherin boys and finding anger sexy?"

Blaise shrugged, licking his lips. "I dunno. But if you want me to tell you the rule, you're going to have to convince me."

Hermione leaned close, her lips slightly brushing his as she spoke, "Why don't you just tell me, and I'll reward you?"

Blaise shook his head and tisked. "No. This way, you'll be focused on giving me pleasure instead of yourself."

Hermione sighed, hands tightening in his shirt. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips, and Blaise's lips parted slightly as she did.

"Tell me." She breathed.

Blaise chuckled quietly, "I'm not that easy, Granger."

Hermione pouted slightly, drawing Blaise's attention to her full, rosy lips. His tongue flicked out against her lips wickedly. Hermione's tongue extended and touched his own, their lips not yet touching. Hermione's eyes closed as his tongue massaged hers, her own curling around his. Blaise's hands continued to knead Hermione's bum, and Hermione purred quietly. She leaned away, pressing her tongue against the curve of his ear, licking and nibbling. Her hot breath against his ear urged Blaise on as his hands reached up to cup her breasts through her bra and shirt. His touch was gentle, surprising Hermione. She continued to pleasure him with her mouth, moving from his ear to his neck, sending erotic sensations through Blaise. He groaned slightly, loving the attention Hermione was lavishing on him.

"Tell me." Hermione whispered as she left a trail of kisses down his slender.

Blaise shook his head, not trusting himself to speak as Hermione's hand rubbed across the ever growing bulge in his pants soothingly. Blaise moaned as she slightly squeezed him. Hermione's eyes lighted up with mischief as she thought of something that may work. She roughly grabbed him, squeezing harshly.

Blaise gasped, "Granger, I like rough but that's painful."

Hermione smirked, "I know. Tell me the rule."

Blaise looked at her in open mouthed shock. "What?"

Hermione's hand once again tightened and Blaise grimaced. "Okay, okay you little she-devil."

Hermione smiled sweetly. Blaise rolled his eyes, "It depends on the party's theme really."

"What's the theme?" Hermione nearly growled.

"It hasn't been announced yet." Blaise bit out as Hermione's grip slightly squeezed again.

"I'm sure you know though." Hermione smiled.

Blaise sighed, "You're not going to like it. Theodore made me promise to not tell you, to make sure you didn't back out."

Hermione flipped her hair, "I'm not going to back out."

"Playboy." Blaise smirked.

"What!" Hermione squeaked.

"Girls wear lingerie, boys wear underwear with one of those silk bathrobe things." Blaise winked.

Hermione groaned, "You've got to be kidding."

Blaise shook his head, "Nope. Destiny can be quite naughty."

"Well, what's the couples rule then?" Hermione sighed.

Blaise smiled, "Well, Destiny doesn't like it when people go together really since it discourages true mingling among the boys and girls…."

Hermione gave him a pointed stare, "Get on with it."

"…Right. Um, and a couple parties ago there was this miscommunication…There was this girl, who showed up with a date, but this other guy didn't know she had a date and well-he was grinding up on her and then he her date saw. Push came to shove and there was this huge fight, Professor McGonagall showed up. It was bad."

"Okay, so?" Hermione sighed, impatiently.

Blaise closed his eyes tightly, "And so now girls who go with a guy have to wear a collar." He said quickly, the words blending into one another.

Hermione looked at him, eyes wide. "WHAT?" She screamed. "A collar? Like I'm a dog or something?"

Blaise winked, "I always found you more cat, than dog."

Hermione got off of him, pacing around the room. "I have to wear lingerie AND a collar to this party?"

Blaise nodded, "Basically, yeah."

Hermione bit her lip nervously. Blaise shrugged, "This is exactly why Theodore made me promise to not tell you. He knew you'd freak out and get all offended."

Hermione's eyes snapped to his, "I'll go, have a damn good time-no! Theodore will have a damn good time with me!. And I'll wakeup in time to go to school, I'll do all my homework, get good grades, and have a talk with my Gryffindor friends."

Blaise raised his hands, "Okay, okay. I get it."

Hermione nodded, and stormed out of the room, into her room. She slammed the door and Blaise could hear her yell in frustration. He chuckled, and stood up to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Granger." He called out before leaving.

He took one last look towards her door, and shook his head. "You're changing, and you don't even really know how much." He turned, and left. The door closing softly behind him. Hermione sat at her desk in her room, going over her Potions Textbook. She said with her head in her hands, studying and reading. She began to realize how much she missed the quiet solitude of a good book. She took the book to her bed, and nestled in the covers. She sighed content as she began to read where she had stopped, a small smile on her lips.

You like? It's longer...:D Anyways, I got to go eat some brunch. LEAVE LOVE! Buh Bye now. :D 3 :)