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Draco quickly returned to the Common Room that he shared with Hermione, and saw her pacing the sitting room. "Where have you been?" she asked worriedly.

"I—McGonagall asked how things were going. That's all. So Granger, are you ready for this party tonight? You can't wear that!" he exclaimed, looking her over.

"Actually, Malfoy, I'm not going."

"What the fuck are you talking about! Of course you're fucking going!"

"I've been thinking about it. One, it's against the rules. Two, Blaise-"

"If you don't go, I'm telling Potty that you won't marry him, you stupid little mudblood!" Shit. I hadn't meant to say that… I was going to hold it over her head until I really needed revenge. Fuck.

"What?" Hermione whispered. "Tell me you're joking," she said in a dangerous voice.

"Sadly, no. So, if you see your little relationship with Harry going somewhere… I suggest you go to the party tonight. Get drunk, and get with some whores. Merlin knows they'll be throwing themselves at you. Oh, and do a good job. I'm not the sex god of Hogwarts for nothing, after all!"

"You bastard. You fucking bastard! How dare you use my relationship with Harry! For all I know, you're lying."

"Hey… you're choice."

"Fine… but then you better be nice to Harry!"

"Whatever. Go change."

"I'm wearing this!"

"Oh, hell no, you are not!" Draco dragged Hermione to his old room to choose her clothes. While he was contemplating his clothing, someone knocked. "Pansy's here. Wear this: I'll go let her in," Draco said, holding up tight leather pants and (what else) a gorgeous green sweater.

"Parkinson," Draco spat when he opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Mudblood!" She sneered. "Get out of my way, I've come to get my Draco. Where is he?"

"In his room," Draco replied, taking a seat on the couch. He picked up his Transfiguration book, grimacing at its large size. I have to do the essay!

Hermione emerged from her room, looking very uncomfortable in such light leather pants. She never was one for tight pants, even as a girl. I mean, her… thingy was bulging out! How anyone could find this attractive was beyond her!

"Oh, Dracey, you look fabulous!" Pansy cooed, seductively trailing her arm down his chest and looking at his nether regions suggestively.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Let's go, Pansy. Don't want to be late," she said. "Don't wait up for me, Granger," she spat before closing the door.

"Oh, Drakey, we're going to have such a great time!" Leaning in closer she said, "Blaise got strippers!"

Strippers! That is so against the rules! How does Dumbledore not know about this?

Looking further down the hallway Hermione saw Harry sadly wandering around. She knew from experience that he usually did this when he was frustrated or angry. Oh, Harry, how I miss you! She thought.

"Malfoy. What are you doing here?" he angrily spat.

"I happen to be Head Boy… I am simply doing my rounds. You, on the other hand should be safely tucked away into your Common Room."

Harry sneered at him.

"Get back to your Common Room… next time I won't be so nice!"

"Fine. I wouldn't want to disturb you fucking your whores!"

Hermione just glared in return. It's so damn hard to be mean to him!

"Drakey, why did you let him off so easily?" she asked. Hermione had almost forgotten she was there.

"Oh… uhh… I just want to get to the party."

Pansy chuckled, "Excited, are we? You know, we could always take a side-trip into a closet, I haven't felt you inside of me for so long! Oh, Drakey!" she said, grinding herself up against him.

"UHhmm, not now, Pansy!" Hermione gritted out, trying to control a moan. As much as she didn't want to, her body was enjoying itself immensely.

"Oh, but you know you like it!"

"I said, NOT NOW!" Draco said, fixing his hair which Pansy had knocked out of place.

Pouting, Pansy said, "Fine. But I won't offer myself to you like this again!"

Draco laughed, "Yeah… sure. Let's just get to the party. I think I'm going to need a butter beer!"

They heard laughing coming from a doorway. "I think you're going to need something stronger than that if you wanna party," Blaise slurred. Apparently he had been getting a head start on the partying. "Get you laid, huh, buddy?" he asked. "C'mon, I'll get you some whiskey." He handed him an entire bottle. "Enjoy!"

Nodding, as he noticed everyone was watching him, he opened the bottle and took a swig. Spluttering, he made a face.

"Oh, Dracey, let me make it better for you!" Mags whispered.

"No me!"

"He likes me better; I'm first!"

"C'mon let's dance!" Verana said, pulling him in front of an insanely loud speaker. She took the bottle out of his hands and downed half of it. "You're turn!" she said gaily.

"I—I, okay," Hermione gave in. She took a small drink; just big enough so that one could see her swallowing.

"What the hell kind of drink is that?" An unknown Slytherin asked. "Someone would think you're a Hufflepuff or something!"

"Hahaha, good one!" The room busted out into obnoxious laughter.

Hermione, not liking to be made fun of said, "This isn't a good bottle. Give me a new one!"

Still laughing, Blaise handed him an unopened bottle.

Popping off the cap and taking a small swig she said, "Much better." She then downed more than half the bottle. Loosening up she said, "Now how about that dance?"

Verana put her hands on Hermione's hips and ground deeply into her. Verana let out a small moan. "Drrrrrraco!"

Surveying the room while he allowed her to ground into him, Hermione saw the Slytherin common room for the first time. The walls were pained a rich green with silver dragons adorning the walls. The furniture was a magnificent plush, and most chairs and couches were occupied by assorted couples snogging, and the remaining chairs were occupied by lively groups, drinking and laughing loudly. There was also a large bar, which, to Hermione's sneaking suspicion held pretty much every type of alcohol in existence. Looking towards the corners, Hermione saw Blaise Zabini shagging a Slytherin whore. Apparently Slytherins don't believe in 'getting a room'.

Her mind wandered back to the dance, and she wondered if she should put a stop to it now; Verana was rubbing harder and more quickly than before, and was beginning to get a reaction from 'Draco'. With each rub against her body, Verana moaned louder, and thrust harder. Soon she collapsed into Draco's strong arms; Hermione realized Verana had come just from rubbing up against her. Wow, horny bunch, she thought.

She deposited Verana on the nearest couch to collect herself, and headed towards the bar where Blaise was sitting. "Draco!" he yelled merrily. "Get laid yet?"

"Blaise… where are your pants?" Hermione asked. Damn… he was hot! He rivaled Draco and Harry; and that is saying something!

"Oh, shit. Must've forgotten to put them on after… fuck, I forget her name..." he trailed off. "Ahh, well, it's much more comfortable this way, anyways. Beer?"

"Yeah, okay," Hermione replied. She felt as though she was the only one in the room who hadn't yet gotten laid, and wasn't drunk. And she also felt as though everyone knew. Blaise produced a six-pack, and quickly downed two.

Hermione struggled with the taste, but managed to finish one. As Blaise was now making out with another girl, he headed off to the next group to see what was going on.

"Drakey, they're waiting!" Pansy gleefully called.

"Waiting for what?" Hermione spat.

"Oh… hahahah, you're so drunk, you don't remember. You lost the game to Griffindor, so you have to have sex with me in front of all of them!"

"Hell no!"

"Oh yes, Drakey. That was the deal. Everyone will be sad if they don't get to see it!"

"Well they can just fuck themselves and die, then." Hermione huffed off and sat by herself in the corner. This whole partying scene was way too out of control for her. She didn't even like the Griffindor parties, and they were nothing like this!

She heard everyone cheering, and looked up to see strippers coming down the stairs. Apparently one had been ordered for most of the boys. A girl with obviously fake blond hair, and breasts literally falling out of her shirt strutted over towards 'Draco'.

"Draco Malfoy," she purred. "Remember me?" she asked, straddling him.

"No."

She appeared hurt, but unfazed. "You will after tonight!"

Leaning in for a passionate kiss, she simultaneously shoved her hand down Hermione's boxers and groped her.

She yelped, pushing the stripper off of her.

"Darling, perhaps you need some more to drink," she said, pouring another beer down his throat. While suffering from the unpleasant burning sensation, Hermione realized many of the boys were fucking the strippers right here in the room while the girls watched and jacked off on it. He then noticed the largest group of girls was around him… watching in anticipation for them to do something juicy.

The affects of the whiskey and beers was very heavily setting in on Hermione, and she allowed the stripper to pull her shirt and Hermione's off. The stripper rubbed at her own breasts, loudly moaning with pleasure. Unable to look away from the horrific sight, Hermione sat—mesmerized. How could someone be so desperate and hopeless as to be a hooker?

The woman on top of Hermione straddled Draco's waist and pulled her 'thong' (it could hardly even be considered lingerie) down, and roughly unbuckled Draco's pants, pulling them down, along with his boxers in one fluid movement. Hermione glanced at her penis… sick. It was all… slimy.

Last time it wasn't, and it wasn't throbbing all this much, either, she noted. What the hell? Is it supposed to be like this?

Well, what do you think of the party scene? Don't worry, it's not over… there's about to be a very juicy party in 'Draco's' pants. laughs evilly Please leave me a review, even if it's just to say you're reading… I promise to update sooner, if I get some reviews from you WONDERFUL people!  REVIEW!