Hermione was a gorgeous witch. Her hair was no longer a bushy mess, though many people still referred her hair as one. No one knew how to tell the witch how beautiful she truly was. Her caramel colored hair cascaded down her shoulders and ended an inch above her elbows. She was still thin, though not shaped like a twig. Instead she had soft curves in all of the right places. She was radiant, and light always shown in her honey eyes.

"You look brilliant," Ginny squealed.

"I look like a slag," Hermione corrected. She wore a simple black dress that ended a few inches below her bum. It was strapless with a corset lined with silver and flowed out like silk the rest of the way through. Unfortunately for her, she also wore strappy black heels that helped out with her petite frame. She was a whole four inches taller than usual.

Ginny wore a deep dark red dress similar to Hermione's only it was lined with black. She had on matching heels that made her legs look longer than they already were, and stood a few inches taller than normal. "Oh, 'Mione, you do not look at all like a slag. And if you did, you'd be the classiest slag I've ever laid eyes on."

The two witches giggled at that. They had planned to go out and spend time away from the rest of the family. It would just be a girls' night. Luna was supposed to join them, but had canceled last minute. The blonde had claimed that there was a sighting of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, and she needed to go after it. Hermione was slightly relieved though. She wanted to have a night without Luna talking about Malfoy. The other day, Luna tried to get an interview from Hermione on the topic for the Quibbler. In Luna's place, Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters agreed joined them for the night.

"Must we bring Lavender?" Hermione asked. "She can be a nice girl, but...her obsession with Ron is a bit..."

"Revolting?" Ginny offered.

"Definitely revolting."

"It felt rude not to include her," Ginny shrugged. "Let's get on with it though. We'll be late if we don't go now."

The two of them used the Floo Network to get to Roar, an underground club many Hogwarts students went to. It hadn't been discovered until some Slytherins began inviting more people. Eventually fourth to seventh year students began going there. The club was harmless in the eyes of the students. No laws were broken in Roar, and it was a good place to commit stupid acts.

When the two girls stepped out of the fireplace, to see a nearly vacant room. It smelled musty and old, with nothing but a door across the fireplace. "Finally!" said an exasperated voice. Lavender Brown glared at the witches. Beside her were the Patil sisters.

"Sorry," Hermione said unapologetically.

"Let's just go," Padma offered.

They walked towards the door and opened it to see nothing but a dark room. Once they stepped inside though, the room became something completely different. As they walked into Roar, loud music and tacky strobe lights surrounded them, as well as dancing students. It was a Friday night, which meant the place was packed. Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her through the sea of sweaty bodies, with Lavender, Padma, and Parvati in tow. Once they found a small gap to fill, Ginny began to dance with ease, shaking her hips to the rhythm of the music. She took Hermione's hand and gave her a twirl, before taking both of her hands and forcing the brunette to move.

Hermione had to admit that she felt uncomfortable. She wasn't used to dancing to the kind of music that was playing. The last time she actually danced in front of people, it was at the Yule Ball. But Hermione was set on having fun. So like the rest of the witches and wizards there, she shook her hips from side to side.

Unbeknownst to them, they had captured the attention of several boys.

Draco did not expect to find the Gryffindor Princess at Roar, more or less dancing in such a short dress. He had to admit that she looked magnificent while she moved with the music. Her hair was down and framed her face perfectly. She looked carefree, unlike the uptight witch he usually saw her as.

"It seems like some kittens have shown up to the party," Theodore Nott mused. He took a sip of his butterbeer. His eyes raked over the beautiful girls dancing not far from the bar in the middle of the club. "What do you think, Blaise? Has the Weaslette met your standards?"

The Italian looked away from the girl he was talking to to glance at the red haired beauty. She was striking in every way. She moved fluidly on the dance floor. There was a fire in her eyes that intrigued Blaise, much to his disdain. The way her hips moved, and the way she ran her fingers through her hair was captivating. "Sod off, Nott," he growled under his breath.

"Perhaps I should ask her for a dance," Theo teased.

Blaise scowled in response before looking at Draco. "How about you, Drake? What do you think of Miss. Know-it-all?" he drawled. He shooed off the girl that still stood beside him, and ignored the furious look she sent his way. Then he turned his attention back on Draco.

Draco leaned against the bar with his arms crossed. "I think..." he paused, smirking,"...we're going to have to show some Gryffindors a bit of fun."

Ginny was proud of her best friend for letting go of her troubles for once. She was having fun with Hermione and the other girls. That is, until her eyes met the dark mysterious eyes of Blaise Zabini. He was staring at her. Not her and her friends, but her. His eyes seemed to follow her every move, and their gaze made her feel nervous, but not necessarily in a bad way. She had remembered Zabini as Malfoy's friend. After Malfoy ditched Crabbe and Goyle, Zabini and Nott were his new everyday cronies. Though, she didn't mind the improvement. Zabini and Nott were far better looking and far less annoying.

Though, the look Blaise was giving her made every inch of her body awaken. She felt more alive, and a bit...vulnerable. But Ginny kept dancing. She tore her eyes away from the Italian and suddenly grabbed a boy nearby. He was a decent looking lad. She recognized him as Brandon Rosco, a Hufflepuff in her year.

She danced with Brandon, who didn't protest. After all, he was dancing with one of the most desirable girls at Hogwarts. She danced innocently enough, but Brandon's hormones were making him lust for the witch.

Hermione sent Ginny a questioning look, but shrugged it off when the Ginny continued to dance with Brandon. The brunette began to dance with Lavender and Padma. Parvati had strayed a few feet away with a Ravenclaw in her grasp.

Ginny closed her eyes momentarily, feeling lost in the music, but the moment she shut her eyes, all she saw was the gaze of a certain Slytherin. His intense look was burned into her mind. She couldn't help but to wonder why he was staring at her like that. Blaise Zabini was picky with his girls, and even if he found her pretty, she was still a 'Gryffindork' as he so poetically put it the first time they spoke.

"Has the little Gryffindork lost her way?" drawled an unfamiliar voice.

Ginny flushed as she looked around the dark dungeon hallways. She was trying to get to the dorms when she accidentally took a few wrong turns. She wasn't sure how she ended up in the dungeons, yet there she was, as lost as ever. It was only her third day at Hogwarts and already she was lost.

"Who's there?" she asked, her voice sounding stronger than she felt.

Out of the shadows stepped a boy, with dark eyes and a cold look. His Slytherin uniform did not go unnoticed by Ginny as she accessed him. He merely stared back, accessing her as well. He instantly recognized her as one of the Weasley children by her flaming hair and freckles. Even in the dim light, he can see her blue eyes staring at him.

"Well?" Blaise snapped petulantly. Ginny blinked, confused, until realizing what he meant. She nodded quickly to his previous question. Blaise suddenly smirked at this, causing Ginny to freeze. Instead of being a typical Slytherin and giving her hell for being lost, he nodded his head in a direction. "Make a left at the end and keep walking. Some prefects will be on patrol around there to help you," he said vaguely.

Ginny nodded again and began walking, hoping to get out of the dungeons as soon as possible.

"Oh, and Weaslette," he called after her, "I wouldn't recommend coming down here aimlessly alone. Most of the people down here wouldn't mind roughing up a Gryffindork."

Ginny was ripped away from her reverie by the feeling of Brandon's hands on her waist. They felt wrong on her body, and she knew she had to tell him to no go further. But when her eyes opened, those dark brown ones were staring at her still, except this time, they were blazing with anger.

Blaise's whole demeanor was off. His jaw was clenched and his arms were crossed, though Ginny knew his hands were balled up into fists as well. Steam might as well have been coming out of his ears as he glared at her. Ginny had never seen Blaise so angry. He was usually the even-tempered one of all of Slytherin. He never cared much for anyone outside of his small group of friends. Yet there he was, raging like a bull, because of what?

Brandon's hands began to wander lower than Ginny felt comfortable, so she promptly moved his hands back to her waist. Brandon didn't seem to be getting the message though as his hands continued to move.

"I'm going to get a drink!" she said abruptly, before tearing herself away from him and turning around. Instead of finding her friends, she saw nothing but meaningless faces. Ginny silently cursed and began to make her way to the bar. She couldn't help but to take note that the Slytherins were there as well, but she pretended like she didn't see them. "Can I get a water?" she asked Enzo, the bartender, since water was the only free thing there. Ginny sat down on a stool and ran her hand through her hair.

"Done dancing already, Weaslette?" asked a deep voice.

Ginny glanced over at the Slytherins to see Theodore Nott sending her a smile. Not a smirk, or a sneer, but a smile. "The night has just begun," she replied. "So of course not."

"Good. Then perhaps you'd care for a dance," Theo said flirtatiously. He winked at her and added, "I'll keep my hands to myself if you'd like."

Without meaning to, Ginny glanced at Blaise, to see him scowling at Theo. "I'll take you up on that, Nott," she smirked, then winked back.

Hermione didn't want to leave Ginny, but she seemed like she was doing okay. Parvati had to use the restroom and dragged Hermione, Lavender, and Padma with her. The four of them decided to let Ginny have her fun. The line for the bathroom seemed to go on forever though. Hermione was contemplating leaving the line to find Ginny. She didn't like leaving her alone.

"See anyone cute?" Padma asked.

"Won-Won will be the only guy for me," Lavender sighed. "But I suppose that there's some decent lads here," she said.

"Oh give it a rest with Ron. He's too stupid to notice anyone who likes him," Parvati snorted. Then she sent Hermione a knowing look, making her blush. "Honestly, how does someone like him get girls like you two?"

Lavender suddenly grabbed Hermione's arm. "Hermione isn't interested in my Won-Won anymore. Isn't that right, 'Mione?" Lavender's grip tightened slightly.

Hermione yanked her arm away from the blonde. "I am most definitely over Ronald," she said, nodding.

"Well now you have Draco Malfoy," Padma giggled. "I saw him here earlier, you know."

"Ooh, yes. Draco and his friends are here. Hermione, this is a chance to make your move. Might as well do it now, since you'll be living together," Lavender insisted. "Dance with him."

"No!" Hermione said quickly. "He's a prat."

"A handsome prat," Parvati corrected.

"But a prat no less," Hermione said firmly. "Besides, I'm muggle-born. I'm everything he was raised to hate."

"Oh, Hermione," Lavender began with an eye roll, "he is still a guy." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and shot Hermione a wolfish smile. "And all of the guys here are horny."

Hermione's face turned red. Not just any shade of red, but Weasley red. She shook her head and shuddered at the thought of Malfoy. "Well I wouldn't go near him. He's not my type."

"Brilliant and attractive isn't your type?" Padma asked.

"Annoying and self-absorbed." Hermione huffed and crossed her arms. "You all seem to forget the bigger picture. He's a Malfoy."

"You really know how to hurt a bloke's feelings," drawled a deep voice.

Hermione turned around, wide eyed, to see the devil himself. Draco Malfoy stood a meter away, dressed in simple jeans and a fitting white shirt. A lazy smirk was on his lips, as he looked at the witch, amused.

"I came to find you ladies and tell you all that I found your little Weaslette," Draco said. "She seems to be fond of Nott, at the moment."

"Nott? As in Theodore Nott?" Parvati asked incredulously.

Hermione frowned. "Have you prats done anything to her? So help me Merlin I will hex you to hell and back if you-"

"Easy there, Granger. We haven't touched the mini Weasel," Draco said, holding his hands in the air. His smirk only widened. "She's dancing with Nott close to the bar, if you plan on finding her when you're done here." He motioned to the unmoving line for the bathroom. "But, if you ladies want to have some real fun, the lads and I were about to head out."

Lavender took this as a chance to do something stupid and reckless for Hermione. Although the two of them rarely got along, she wanted the brunette to have some fun. Besides, if Hermione was with Draco, Ron would be with her. "And where would we go?" Lavender purred, batting her eyelashes.

Draco suppressed a laugh at the Gryffindor. She was pretty, but not his type. Still, his smirk merely widened by a fraction as he purred back, "It's a secret."

Theo was true to his words at first, and kept his hands to himself as he danced near Ginny. He found himself at ease in the witch's presence. But he didn't miss the glare that Blaise was sending him. "Weaselette, it seems like a certain Italian is upset at us. Any reason why?" he asked.

Ginny shrugged and danced closer to Theo. "Not a clue," she said half-truthfully. "Perhaps he's jealous," she joked.

The Slytherin in Theo woke up with that statement. "Jealous," he echoed. Theo smirked a Malfoy worthy smirk, and leaned close to Ginny so their faces were only centimeters apart. "Well we should give him something to be jealous of, right Love?" And he placed a short, swift, kiss on Ginny's lips. Theo grabbed the witch's hand and twirled her around before pulling her against his body.

Ginny gasped and moved to pull herself away, but Theo stopped her.

"Look at him. He's absolutely raging."

It was true. Past Theo's shoulder, Ginny could see Blaise looking angrier than before, if that was possible. He glared hard at her, and she could only stare back. After a few seconds he tore is eyes away and stormed off into the sea of people.

Just as he left, Ginny saw her friends, followed by Draco Malfoy. Ginny tore herself away from Nott and walked towards her friends. "There you are!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry, Gin," Padma apologized.

"I had to use the loo," Parvati said sheepishly.

Draco looked around in confusion. Then he narrowed his eyes at the red haired witch "Where did Zabini go?"

"Just left," Theo answered as he stood beside Ginny. "He's a bit upset by the looks of it."

"Wait." Ginny motioned to her friends and Draco. "What are you lot doing together?"

Hermione opened her mouth to reply, only for Draco to cut her off. "Your lovely friends have agreed to join me and the lads for the rest of the night. We were just about ready to head off, but it seems like Blaise left without us."

"He'll show," Theo said offhandedly. "He always does."

A/N Hey! I'm glad that people are already liking my first chapter! Sorry if this chapter was boring. I wanted to throw a bit of Blaise and Ginny in there. Thank you for those who reviewed, followed, and favorited so far! You guys are amazing. I'll try to make the next chapter a bit more exciting. What did you all think of the Blaise and Ginny bit?

Sorry for any errors and thanks for reading!

~KittyKat