Chapter 5

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Hermione

Blaise...

I swear to God, if we're leaving without a moment's notice, I will hex him to hell.

But I can't stop thinking about Harry's note along with the Invisibility Cloak.

"My dear 'Mione,

Please be careful. I don't know what you have in mind.

I trust you, and I hope you know what you're doing.

Just know, I love you, and I trust your decisions.

-Harry"

I'm not going to lie, I'm having second thoughts about this excursion, especially with Malfoy. He's notorious with alcohol, and Ginny's been telling me about a party (quote, unquote - "Hot dudes, dancing, and drinks, Mione, it'll be fun!")...

I wonder if Head Boy duties will knock some sense into him...

Wait, what? Why am I concerned about Malfoy's extremely concerning drinking habits?

Now, should I go to the party?

With Slytherins?

And rulebreakers from other houses?

All along with hiding from Headmistress McGonagall?

No, I'm not hyperventilating. Don't be daft.


Draco

Should I ask Granger?

It may be an out of pocket question for her.

But still, without an escort, I'm going to look bad.

I've always gone to the party with a girl, either spelled, or infatuated with my impeccable looks.

I'm claiming credit for both reasons.

Now, time to ask Granger, because, like a Malfoy, I have the guts to.

I'm not shrinking, or shying away.

I haven't for years.


Hermione

I've made up my mind.

After listening to Ginny's monologue about how she wasn't allowed to do absolutely anything even a little wild before, and accepting her request (because no one wants to be alone in the common room, even if studies call), I started getting ready.

I began doing my hair first, taking locks of hair from the sides and tying them into a bun at the back of my head, and letting the rest of my hair cascade over my shoulders.

I attach a few rhinestone clips near my bun, and slip into a cute turquoise dress, a little below the knee, with sleeves reaching till my wrists.

I'm about to ask Gin if I look good, but, as though she read my mind, Ginny walks in, looking pale, and confused. She's wearing a dark blue dress that was concerningly short, ending above her thighs, with knee-length black boots, which caused me to smile and raise my eyebrows, while shaking my head.

"Hermione? There's, um..."

My smile fades. "What's wrong Gin?"

"Draco Malfoy's outside the portrait hole."

My eyes widen. "What?"

Ginny stammers. "He-he wants to speak with you."

I sigh. Of course he's going to ask me about the Cloak and our plans for the sword.

Ginny looks at me. "Why are you so calm about this?"

I scratch the back of my neck. "Ginny, I'll explain later."

I turn, about to run down the stairs, when Ginny calls after me.

"Hermione!"

"Ginny?"

She gives me a fading smile. "There's no way you're going down there and meeting him looking like an absolute princess."

I smile back. "Of course."

I slip on my cloak, and dart down. I open the portrait hole, and there he is.

Draco Malfoy, shatteringly good looking, complete with a green striped tie.

"Malfoy."

"Evening, Granger."

I'm taking him in currently. His looks... oh my days, he looks good. I look away.

"Care to explain why you're standing all dressed up outside the Gryffindor common?"

"Care to explain why you're standing in front of me all dressed up coming out of the Gryffindor common?"

The word 'Gryffindor' coming from him sounded off. I roll my eyes.

"I have my reasons, Malfoy."

"Of course you do."

"You haven't answered my question."

Malfoy looks at me bitterly. "I have a party to attend, Granger, does that concern you? Because I'm here to ask you something."

I'm confused. A party?

"Malfoy, I'm dressed up to attend a party as well. It's not..." My voice fades. We can't deny it.

We're going to the same party. And he's here to ask me to that party.

His face is tinted pink now. "You know now, Granger. Will you, erm, come with me?"

I swallow. What's the worst that could happen? Only getting either hexed, bullied or killed by Slytherins, or getting snitched on by some bastard from another house.

Oh, fuck it.

"Oh, alright, Malfoy. Just offer me protection."

Malfoy sighs. "Wands are made for a reason, Granger."

"Fine," I huff. "I'll tell Gin."

"No need, Hermione."

Ginny stands behind me, looking at Malfoy with some sort of puzzled look on her face.

"I'm going alone. Try not to do anything to her, Malfoy, or I'll make sure you regret it." Ginny glares at him.

"You have my word, Ginevra." Malfoy rolls his eyes.

Ginny gives me a pained look and walks away, handing me my wand as she leaves.

I sigh. "Malfoy, shall we leave? I don't want to stand here and draw attention as to where I'm going all decked up, with you of all people." I tuck my wand into a pocket in the cloak.

He rolls his eyes, and mentions for me to walk with him.

We walk together in silence, occasionally stealing glances at one another. I didn't care about where he was taking me, until we stopped in the corridor of the seventh floor.

"Um, Malfoy? Why are we here? Isn't the party in the Slytherin common?"

"One minute, Granger."

He turns and stands in front of a wall, and closes his eyes. I'm not sure of what he's trying to do, but I follow suit. I close my eyes, and next minute he's dragging me by the wrist into a green and sliver bedecked room. A chocolate fondue in the middle, people in green all around, and a huge bar at the far end of the room, people crowding around the barman.

How, and when did they have the time to do all this?

Then it clicks.

The Room of Requirement. And, my oh my, has it changed.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE?!"

My head whips to the side, staring in disbelief at the person who said that.

Pansy Parkinson.

And she's sitting in the lap of Draco Malfoy.

Disgusting.

"I'm here, Parkinson, for my own entertainment. That's of no concern to you." I turn away, only to find Ginny waving a red cloth in the air, screaming gleefully for more drinks.

Not helping, Ginny, darling.

"No one here invited you! How are you here?!" She says, shrilly.

"I invited her, Pans. I asked her, because she knows about these parties that we have every weekend. And nobody would want 'diligent darling Head Girl Granger' to give the goods on us, would we?" Malfoy replies, before I could.

Pansy looks at him, and then at me, and at Ginny with a disgusted smirk plastered on her pug like face.

"Enjoy yourself, Hermione."

I return her cocky smirk, and look away, as Malfoy starts to kiss her neck, while touching her.

"My my, Hermione Granger?" A boy slurs.

"Evening, Zabini."

"You look... ravishing." He smiles drunkenly.

I sigh. "Just how much Firewhisky did you have now?"

He waves his hand as though he was dismissing the subject. "Never mind that. Would you care for a dance, Granger?"

I look back at Malfoy, who was supposed to be my partner. He and Parkinson are drinking heavy amounts of Firewhisky and making out like their lives depended on it. The nasty little fuckers.

"Oh, sure." I take his hand, and he leads me onto the dance floor. Heads turn, but I don't care. We lose ourselves in the music, dancing, and forgetting all our worries. Until I realize that Blaise's face is inches close to mine.

Both of us are a little exhausted, but I manage to back away.

"No, not today, Zabini. You're drunk, and I don't have any feelings for you."

I turn around and look at my stopwatch.

It's been an hour and a half. I have to head back.

Ginny can make it on her own.

I reach out for the handle of the door of the Room, and find a warm hand on top of mine.

"Grangerrrrr?" Malfoy slurs.

I look at him disgustedly. His hair is thoroughly messed up, and it somehow makes him look a thousand times hotter.

I wonder what it would be like if I ravished it thoroughly myself?

Shut up, Hermione.

"I'm going, Malfoy."

"I'll drop you, Granger." He looks at me like a feral hound looking at its prey. His eyes look me up and down, taking in my figure, through the thin fabric of my dress.

I shiver, and look into his eyes, colored molten sliver.

He leads me out.

The next thing I know, I'm being shoved against a wall, my hands above my head, held in place with his hand.

Draco Malfoy. No. Fucking. Way.

My face burns. "Malfoy?"

He puts his forehead on mine, and whispers, "You have no fucking idea, about how much I've fucking wanted this, Granger."

My face becomes so red that I don't believe it can turn any more red.

Without warning, he places his lips on my neck. I gasp, and my knees become wobbly.

He starts nibbling on my neck, and with each movement, my legs become more and more wobbly. I don't think I can stand anymore.

What the fuck is he doing?

But I like it.

He must've sensed it. He brings up one of my legs and holds it. He let's go of my hands, and brings his hand to my waist.

He moves closer to my jaw, leaving a trail of love bites. I moan lightly.

What a sexual position to be in.

How much I want to beg him to let go.

And how much I enjoy his movements.

"N-no, Malfoy," I moan, as he holds my neck. I move my hands through his hair, one hand at his back.

"Mmm, Hermione."

I freeze. He said my fucking name.

"Draco..." I breathe.

His lips are centimeters from mine, and I close the gap between us.

He moves so sexually, placing his hands in places where Ronald would have even have imagined to do to me.

But I have to make him stop.

This isn't right.

I'm kissing Draco Malfoy.

This can't go on.

What if someone sees?

But suddenl, his warmth leaves me, and I hear a small 'thump'. I open my eyes to see him, asleep out of his drunk state, on the floor. I put my head in my hands and sigh.

What a night.

Please don't remember anything in the morning, Draco.

I cast a Hover Charm on him, and making sure no one sees us, take him carefully to our common room. I place him on our of the softer couches, and, deciding it best not to leave him alone, summon 2 blankets and a pillow.

I drape a blanket over him, and sit on one of the couches myself, put a pillow under my head, and instantaneously fall asleep, listening to his rhythmic, deep breathing.

What a fucking day.



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