-=I don't want to go to Azkaban, so I won't say I'm JKR, and I won't let you throw money at me.=-

AN/ This chapter is NOT A DRABBLE. I went bang-out. Hope you like it all the same. To all you, who read/review, Thank you, I'm all of a dither. If your good, I'll post the Hermione-Dare chapter next, and ten points to the one who can guess the chapter title. Tally-ho!=-

Cheap Thrills

A Harry Situation

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"Hermione!" Harry called from the boy's dormitory.

"Coming Harry." Hermione covers her mouth. "Harry..." Shiny, pink, and blushing, "You look like strawberry nougat."

"Help. Please." Harry drooped.

"Hmm?...Let's try Baryshnikov." Waving her wand. "Dusty pink maybe, no tutu." Hermione transfigured the rhinestone tiara into a simple Gryffindor Lion circlet. "Very good, and...you're naughty bits are displayed for best advantage."

Peers into the mirror. "Mione, that's much better. I owe you." Pecking her in the cheek, left.

Calling out. "Make sure I get a proper burial, after Snape kills me."

Exiting the portrait hole, Harry runs into Neville. Neville looks closely at Harry, "the leg-warmers, are nice." Neville slid his hand down Harry's side.

"Thanks. Going to Hogsmeade, Neville?"

"I'll go with you, to Hogsmeade." Neville blushed shyly.

Hermione followed them out...

Draco, walked up to Harry inspecting. "Nice leg-warmers, Potter. Glad I don't have to compete with you for the ladies." Spied the goods in Harry's leotard. "Hermione, let's leave these love-birds alone." Offered his arm, she gladly accepted.

"I want to go in here, you don't have to..." Hermione smiled.

Madam Tart's Tasty Treats

Looking at the lacy panties in the window. "I don't see anything that's strictly edible, but I'd be willing to give it a go." Nudging Hermione.

Unseen, Snape watched them enter the shop, smiling and laughing. The only thing he was certain of; was that he, Severus Snape would go to Azkaban, if he ever got his hands on Draco.

I need a drink, or five.

Three Broomsticks

"Draco, Hermione, you're late." Harry and Neville grinned at Hermione's flushed countenance. "We got your butter-beers already."

Ginny squealed, "is that a Madam Tart's bag? What did you get?"

Hermione looked pointedly at their male companions.

"These blokes," waving a hand at Harry and Neville. "Don't care what you bought. Draco was with you, so he knows what you got."

"Five points to Gryffindor, for your excellent logic." Hermione chanted.

Through a gauzy fabric partition, Severus watched on, pounding his third fire whisky.

"Oh, alright." Hermione parted the sparkly tissue paper, unveiling low-riding, wizard-fibre, boy-shorts.

"Those are, nice. Ok, what else?" Ginny encouraged.

"...and a matching Camisole. Feel it, so soft. And, my Valentine's Day present to myself." Brandishing an elegantly cut knee-length night-gown. "Scarlet, what do you think? And," grinning, "it has a built in charm to provide aroma-therapy. The scent changes, depending on your mood"

Ginny cackled. "Make Gryffindor proud. How'd you keep that Snake-in-the-Grass off you?"

"Malfoy?" Hermione laughed, "he's a push-over." Now Professor Snape's a tough customer.

Draco, brushed Hermione's hair back to whisper in her ear.

"No, secrets, you two." Harry demanded.

Hermione positively refused to say.

"Madam Rosmerta, bring me another. Don't worry I'm not flying tonight" Snape was overly snappish.

"Professor, I think you've had enough already. One more, and Hagrid will have to carry you back to the castle."

"Madam, that's a fine idea. Yes, bring me the bottle. Thanks." Snape meticulously shredded a scrap of parchment, he'd extracted from a pocket.