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My Little Wicked Witch	By : fuzzydraco Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter world. But I don't. I dont make mullah off of this story. This is just my imagination running wild using her characters. Oh - the songs aren't mine either! :) PLEASE REVIEW.

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Chapter 11

Hermione watched Draco return to staring out at the people below them on the dance floor. I still can’t believe that he has actually agreed to be in our presence for Zabini. She watched him swirl the drink in his glass and take another swig from the corner of her eye. He looked lost in thought and she wanted desperately to ask him what it was he was thinking about. She returned her attention to the conversation going on and felt a body slide in next to her.

Ginny leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Malfoy looks pretty hot! I can’t believe he hasn’t started up or anything. It looks like he doesn’t want to be here but he won’t ruin it for Zabini. Never would have thought of him as loyal or friendly.”

Hermione nodded. She had to agree Malfoy did look good. She had never really paid close attention to his looks while at Hogwarts. Normally they exchanged words and taunts back and forth at each other but she had never really paid attention to what he looked like. He was just an arrogant prat! Why would I have cared… why do I care what he looks like now? She had had other things to worry about back then. Not that I don’t have enough to worry about now! Her mind slipped thinking of the response letter she had received yesterday sitting on her desk waiting to be read.

“Do you think the rumors from school were true? That he was the sexist and most experienced Slytherin around?” Ginny said as she surveyed their group to make sure no one had overheard her.

“I don’t know. I do remember the girls were always falling over themselves for him though. Do you remember ever hearing about him and one girl in particular? You know; someone he actually spent time with?” Hermione asked Ginny while staring at Draco from the corner of her eye. His hair is so blond. It looks really soft. Stop it! She forced her mind to pay attention to Ginny.

Luna had moved around and sat on the other side of Hermione cutting her view from the sexy blond.

“Are you two talking about who I think you are?” When she saw them smile at her she continued “I must concur, he is rather dreamy. No offense Ginny, I still love your brother. It must be that bad boy image or the narflenorts hidden in his outfit.” Hermione and Ginny exchanged a glance. Luna sometimes said insightful things, but it was usually followed by something none of them understood.

Hermione sighed, “You two are right, he does look good but he’s probably still as arrogant as ever and full of himself. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, for now." All three girls looked over at Draco who was still staring at the dance floor oblivious to their stares. “Who would have thought he would have stepped out his house wearing muggle clothes, much less attend a muggle club. He and Blaise must be close.” Hermione stated matter-of-factly.

“We didn’t come here to talk about him. Like Harry said, we came to dance and drink. I plan on getting pissed. Come on, whose with me.” Luna said getting to her feet and chugging the rest of her drink down.

Glad to have a reason to leave the discussion about a certain Slytherin and the animated debate regarding Quidditch that had started up during their conversation, all three headed towards the door. Before they had taken more than a few steps Harry and Ron chirped up, “Where do you girls think you’re going?”

They looked at the boys and simultaneously answered, “Dancing.” They laughed between themselves and took off down the stairs.

Draco overheard Ron talking to Harry “Luna said she’s gonna give me a little surprise when we get home.” He grinned at Harry and then scowled when he saw Draco eavesdropping on them.

“Like we need any more weasels around. Your family is like a bunch of rabbits! Keep it in your pants.” Draco said taking another sip of his drink.

At this Harry and Ron both stood up and looked like they were going to either punch or hex him. Both had a hand reaching behind them to grab their wands and the other raised ready to strike. Blaise stood up and looked back at Draco who had inadvertently (Blaise hoped) called Ginny a whore while exchanging words with Ron.

Everyone looked in Draco’s direction. Without missing a beat he retorted, “What? I can’t make a joke or taunt like the old days? Merlin, what’s gotten into everyone? It’s like we are trying to be a group of friends that we never were. ” Draco slammed his half filled glass on the table causing a little to spill over the side and looked back at the dance floor ignoring Ron’s protests.

Blaise mouthed an apology to both Harry and Ron. “Can you guys help me bring up another round of drinks? My treat. ” Blaise looked at Harry who understood the real reason. Neville, not wanting to miss out on the obvious explanation, joined them leaving Draco alone in the room.

As they landed on the last step Blaise began, “Sorry guys. It’s been really hard on him. His father just passed away and left Draco in charge of the estate." Harry, Ron and Neville nodded their heads. “Read about it in the Daily Prophet.” Harry said.

Blaise looked at them, "He despised his Dad but it’s hard for him to go against what was ingrained into him from the time he started talking. Bloody hell, actually from the time he was conceived. His Mum was nothing like Lucius and she and I have been trying to show him that what he was told was a bunch of lies. Some people have an innate ability for magic and others don’t. And if you are one of those that can do magic - blood doesn’t matter.”

Harry put up his hand and stopped Blaise from continuing, "I owe my life to his Mum. She lied for me to Voldemort of all people. I can’t accept him immediately but I can at least give him the benefit of the doubt."

“Don’t make excuses for that git” Ron retorted pointing up to the room they had just left. “He’s always been an arse hole and an arrogant prick. I don’t think you’ll ever be able to change that.”

Blaise rolled his eyes, exasperated, “Look, I’m not trying to make excuses for him. I am just trying to get you to understand why he acts the way he does. Trust me. ” He said looking up at Draco, watching him nurse his drink, “I’m surprised he’s lasted as long as he has. Normally if he gets bored or annoyed he’d up and left already. He’s come a long way, guys. I’m hoping tonight may help him see that there are others out there that are willing to give him a chance. ” He looked at Harry, Ron and Neville, “Think, seven years ago, would he have even stayed in this place knowing you guys were here too? Much less be confined in a small area with you?”

Harry shook his head, “I can see how difficult it was for him but…” He struggled to find the right words, “If you can get him to keep his mouth shut or at least not tell the sort of jokes he thinks are funny, which none of us find amusing, then we won’t kick his arse... yet. He can talk about the weather or something that was in the Daily Prophet, bloody hell he can join in our conversation about quidditch. I know he loved the game when he played back at Hogwarts.” Harry let out a sigh running his fingers through his messy hair scanning the crowd.

“Hermione is a very caring person,” Neville said speaking up. “She wants to believe that people can change if given the chance. So we are putting up with him for her. Nothing against you,” he continued looking at Blaise. “You were never as bad as Malfoy.”

Ron just snorted and looked up at Draco still in his own little world. Ron shook his head not believing his ears about the changes that Blaise and Mrs. Malfoy were trying to make. To get his mind off the current situation he looked for his girlfriend in the crowd. Not that I'm gonna dance. Damn my two left feet.

With a wink back at them and a final chug of his beer, Harry moved into the dancing crowd. “I don’t know about you guys, but I plan on getting lucky tonight. Excuse me while I look for my wife.”

Blaise smiled back at him, “Never thought I would say this but Potter is a lucky man.” He raised his eyebrows at Ron who was staring him down. “Don’t try to kick my arse, Weasley, but your sister’s a looker. Never would have thought of her as the sexy type back in school.”

Ron punched him in the arm. “Don’t talk about my sister like that.”

Neville looked from Ron to Blaise, “Ron, I think Zabini meant it as a compliment. He’s not trying to get into her pants. Bloody hell, she’s married to Harry and is head over heels for him. Do you really think she would do something as stupid as leave him? Again, no offense Zabini.” Neville knew he had to nip Ron’s temper in the butt before he went overboard.

“None taken. I understand. I was just making an observation. I won’t mention her cute arse and sexy legs again.” He said winking in Ron’s direction. Ron just covered his ears and turned away not wanting to hear anything being said about his little sister. Neville laughed at Ron’s antics pleased his temper hadn’t flared and looked over at Blaise. Neville caught him eyeing a few girls up and down as they walked past them.

“Let’s go find the Lovegood and Granger.” He said leaning over to Neville.

“I don’t think Ron would like that very much.”

“I won’t dance with Lovegood, you can. That way I won’t be stepping on his toes.”

“Alright.” Neville agreed. He had danced with her on many previous occasions and Ron normally didn’t have a problem with it.

Blaise asked Ron already knowing the answer, “Are you gonna dance with your girl?”

“I don’t dance.” He looked at Blaise suspiciously, “Why? Don’t you dare!” He stood up, his face starting to get red.

Blaise put his hands up to show he was unarmed, “Neville and I are gonna go look for them. He’ll dance with Lovegood since they’re friends and I’ll dance with Granger since she’s been so nice to me tonight. ”

Ron looked at Neville who nodded in response, “I’ll dance with Luna. ” he confirmed.

Trusting Neville, he shrugged his shoulders in response and looked away as they made their way into the crowd.

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Petitioning for the bartender’s attention, Ron took a seat and waited to place his order. He looked up at Draco and saw him still nursing his drink, “Stupid Malfoy, why did he have to show up?” he mumbled to no one in particular. The bartender arrived and he refilled everyone’s drink order and also gave them another round of shots. Ron knew that as soon as everyone was back from dancing they’d be looking to take another group shot. Getting assistance from one of the workers they both carried the order upstairs and placed it on the table in the middle of the room. Ron tipped the man and took his seat located as far away from the slimy Slytherin as possible.

Draco watched Ron and what he assumed was one of the workers arrive with the drinks. He noticed that Ron had even gotten a refill on his drink too. From the corner of his eye he watched Ron reach for his drink and take a swig. He tapped his foot to the music but was off tempo. Draco had to keep himself from snorting. He watched as Ron looked over the shots and picked one out for himself and down it.

Hmmm, maybe I can turn this night to my advantage. Draco thought to himself formulating a plan. He turned around, faced Ron, emptied his drink in one gulp and slammed the empty glass on the table. Challenge brought.

Not wanting to back down, especially on a challenge from Draco, Ron reached for another shot and downed that one, too. Draco reached for one and did the same slamming the glass on the table and giving Ron an annoyingly arrogant smirk.

It was on. Ron knew better than to drink so many in so little time but he didn’t want to look weak. If Malfoy can do it, so can I! So instead of leaning back on the couch and ignoring him, Ron smirked and pushed another shot towards Draco while grabbing another for himself. Draco didn’t even wait and downed it, only this time he grimaced.

“What the fuck is that?” Draco shouted making faces at the same time.

“That” Ron said pointing to the empty glass, ‘was Jagermeister. Also known as my friend Jager.”

“That tastes like arse!”

“You would know,” Ron said not being able to stop himself from taking an easy shot.

“Merlin’s pants!” Draco cried reaching for one of the girl’s fruity drinks to get the taste out of his mouth.

The site of Draco holding a martini glass filled with a pink colored concoction was enough to have Ron in a laughing fit. Draco chugged the whole drink down in almost one gulp and smacked his lips together,

“Wow, that’s not half bad!”

This set Ron laughing harder and he fell out of his chair hitting his head on the sofa. ”Ow! Bloody hell!” He cried rubbing the back of his head.

Draco, wanting to show Ron what it really meant to drink, reached for another shot and took a sniff to make sure it was safe to drink. One, two, three, it was down in one gulp. He placed the glass next to the others he had finished off. I am so going to regret this in the morning. Thank Merlin for hangover potion.

“Can’t take anymore, Weasel?”

“We’ll see about that Ferret Boy!” Ron said as he grabbed a blue shot and drank it. Draco shuddered slightly at the mention of ferret boy remembering the ordeal with Moody.

Over the course of the next hour and a half, Ron and Draco kept trying to one up each other. They would wait a few songs and take another shot. They knew not to take too many at one time but both wouldn’t back down or admit that the room was spinning making them queasy. They should have stopped drinking a while ago but their stupid pride wasn’t letting them back down.

After the fifth shot and who knows how many mixed drinks Draco looked in Ron’s direction “Damn it, you haven’t even fucked yet and there are already three of you there. You really are like a damn rabbit.”

Ron looked at Draco and couldn’t decide which of the three to punch. Coming to the conclusion that they we all Malfoys he swung and ended up missing them all. His arm kept swinging around and he fell back onto the couch. Closing his eyes he leaned his head back onto the headrest. The music was making his head hurt and he could feel the bass all the way into his innards. His innards were not very happy right now. Turn that damn music off. Ugh. I am going to be sick. Ron covered his mouth and tried not to think about the tickling sensation he felt in his throat.

Draco not wanting to show that he couldn’t move like Ron, was determined to head downstairs for some dancing. He decided to try and get up. To his amazement, his legs wouldn’t respond to any of his brains commands. Instead he took a few steps in the opposite direction and the world spun around him. He somehow fell back onto the couch next to Ron with a FWUMP. This was quite a feat considering he had been on the opposite side of the table and facing the couch on his departure. “Get away from me, you filthy idiot.” Draco yelled trying to shove Ron away from him.

“I was here first,” Ron push back only getting as far as raising his arms up and leaning forward before he passed out onto Draco’s shoulder.

“Weasel cooties! Gross! Yuck! shi…. Uh…. erm….” Not caring about Draco’s plan the alcohol had gotten the better of him and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. With the music blaring and the lights dancing around making the world look like a painting that had been doused in water, everything faded to black.

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Dreamweaver – I am really glad you liked that line. I had to think of something for him to say and that’s what popped into my head! Thank you very much for the support – It makes me want to write more and more and more. I hope you will love the Slytherin sneakiness factor that will be in the next few chapters.

HarryGinny4eva – Thank you so much. I was really worried about that last one and how it would all work out your review gave me a great boost!

Bushwaala – Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I am so happy I have been able to capture the male mind in my writing. Hmm… maybe I’ll throw a little snippet from Dusk Til Dawn. I also love that scene. Hermione+5 ft Snake+Dancing =Sweaty Sexy Slytherin! I should start putting together different scenarios about pole dancing and different characters- I’ll make sure to keep Mary Poppins and the Hulk out of it!
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