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Draco POV

Friday night had finally rolled around and the party was in full swing. The music was pumping, the alcohol was flowing, people were dancing, and Pansy or Ron had yet to make a move. I thought they'd both wanted to get together so much that they would be all over each other by now.

"Why aren't they doing anything?" Hermione asks as she comes up to me. She's wearing a tight emerald green dress that fits her perfectly. She looks damn good and I can't help but thinking the dress would look better on my bedroom floor.

"I have no idea," I roll my eyes as I pull her close, pressing her soft body against mine. My lips find their way to her soft neck and start to leave little kisses, nipping along the way. I can feel Hermione melting at my touch, but not enough to surrender and let me take her upstairs.

She pulls back reluctantly saying, "We have to get them together first, then you can do whatever you want with me." The promise in her words has me groaning in frustration as I think of just what I want to do with her.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and focus. "Okay, I'll take Pansy, you take Ron," I nod in both of their directions.

Hermione nods in agreement and gives me a quick kiss before heading off towards Ron. I run a hand through my hair as I watch her hips sway as she walks away from me. It takes all my self-control to stop myself from following, picking her up, and brining her to my room. Instead I get control over myself and head over to Pansy. "What are you waiting for?" I ask, eyebrows raised in question.

"What are you talking about?" she asks, her dark eyes on me.

"Don't you want to get together with Weasley?" I ask, shooting a look his way.

"Yeah," she nods as she looks his way as well.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I repeat my question in frustration. If she'd just get a move on and get together with Weasley like they both want then I can have Hermione to myself.

"He's the guy, shouldn't he make the first move," Pansy says with a teasing smile.

"You're killing me Parkinson," I groan as I playfully nudge her with my shoulder. "When have you ever done things the traditional way?" I ask, Pansy is like Hermione in many ways. She's not going to sit around and hope what she wants finds its way to her, no she fights for it and goes after it. Why the bloody hell is she nod doing that now?

"That is very true Draco," she smiles at me.

"Then why start now?" I ask.

She just shrugs and I continue, "We all know Weasley isn't going to make the first move so if you want him, go get him."

"Do you think he'll say no?" Pansy asks, her voice quiet. There it is, the real reason she hasn't made a move yet. She's afraid of him rejecting her.

"He will say yes, trust me on this one," I assure her, my tone serious. She searches my eyes and sees that I'm telling the truth.

"Okay," she nods. "Here goes nothing." With that she's making her way over to where Hermione and Ron are talking and I follow behind her.

"Let's dance Weasley," Pansy says, using her usual straight forward attitude. She takes his hand in hers and pulls him out to the clear space where people are dancing. Weasley doesn't protest, he just follows her like a little puppy dog and I can't help but laugh.

"Good job," Hermione smiles as she comes to my side, wrapping her arms around my torso.

"No problem," I smile. "Now can I have my way with you?" I ask hopefully, my voice full of my intentions.

"Not yet," she smiles as she lays her head on my chest. "Let's see how this plays out first."

"Fine," I groan as I watch Pansy and Ron dance together.

"Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait," she smirks up at me. Those words have my body reacting in all kinds of ways. "Let's grab a drink," Hermione smiles and drops the subject as she pulls me over to the drink table.

The next hour or so pass with drinking and dancing, Hermione is grinding her pretty little body against mine just like the first time. It was hard for me to think straight, but I was managing not to rush things too quickly. In the time since Pansy and Ron started to dance they hadn't left each other's side.

Currently they were dirty dancing in the middle of the room, I watched as they slowly made their way over to the corner, slightly hidden by shadows. It looked like they were not full on snogging, it looked like our job was done. "Hermione, they are hooking up, can we start to enjoy our night now?" I whisper in her ear as I point to the corner where Ron and Pansy are together.

"Have you not been enjoying yourself all night?" she asks over her shoulder. "Because some thing is telling me you have been," she shoots me a deviously knowing look as she grinds her perfect little arse against my already prominent little problem. She's right, I've been enjoying myself all night as she presses her body against mine, but I can think of many things I'd rather be doing that involves a lot less clothing.

"I can think of a lot of things that would make it even better," I whisper in her ear and I pull her closer to me, pushing the hair off her neck and lightly tracing my lips over the newly exposed skin. She sinks back against me and I can feel her resolve slipping just like my self-control.

"What did you have in mind?" Hermione turns in my arms, her lips mere centimeters from mine.

"Why don't you let me take you upstairs and find out for yourself?" I suggest, running my thumb over her soft pink lips. She's leaning into my touch and I think I have her, until a voice over my shoulder says, "Mione!"

I let out a groan of frustration as I pull away and turn to find the source of the voice. There is Ginny making her way across the room until she's standing next to us. "What's up?" Hermione asks as she leans against my side.

"Did you just see Pansy lead Ron upstairs?" she squeals in excitement.

I turn to the spot where Ron and Pansy just were and see that it is empty. Well good for them, at least they're getting some while I'm stuck down here talking to Ginny. Don't get me wrong, I think Ginny's cool and all but right now I wish she'd go back to Blaise so I can have Hermione to myself.

"Mission accomplished," Hermione smiles as I zone out. Ginny and Hermione talk for a while before Blaise makes his way over and steals Ginny away. "Are you ready to show me what you had in mind?" Hermione turns to me, her tone suggestive.

I don't say a word, instead I grab Hermione's hand and lead her through the crowd and up the stairs as quickly as possible. She's laughing behind me when we reach my room. "What's so funny?" I ask as I close the door behind up, turning to pin her up against it.

"Are you in that much of a hurry?" she teases as her eyes roam my face coming to rest on my lips.

"Yes, I am. I need you now," I growl as I capture her lips with mine and push my body up against hers. Just like that we are lost in each other and Hermione is surrendering herself to me, letting me have exactly what I'd been dreaming of all night.

I was right, her tight little green dress did look better on my bedroom floor.

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