Because you'll like it.

Because you'll like it. 2

As parties go, Hermione didn't have a frame of reference to base her success off of. An hour had gone by and everyone in the room was drinking and laughing seemingly having a good time, But that wasn't the hard part, the Slytherins still hadn't shown up and she knew nothing would be resolved if they didn't come.

Just as she was ready to accept defeat, the door to the room opened. Pansy led the pack wearing a red skin tight dress, her black hair as sleek as ever. As they filtered in, the room had gone quite, unsure of what to make of the people who had been on the opposite side for so long.

Hermione walked up to her, "Glad you could make it, drinks are over there." She pointed behind her.

"Thank Merlin," she said as she stomped off to the table, three boys trailing behind her.

"I have to say Granger, I didn't think you had it in you" Malfoy murmured, sauntering toward her, his silver eyes looking down on her.

She peered through her lashes, something about him made her feel bashful and transparent. Like her clothes did nothing to hide that stupid wriggling feeling in her stomach from him.

Suddenly she felt stupid, who was he to make her feel like this? She broke off from his gaze and looked around the room, she could see Ron on the other side talking to Seamus but looking at her.

Screw him, screw this feeling he seems to bring out and screw his smug smile.

She turned back to Malfoy and scowled "You have no idea what I have in me"

He raised his eyebrows as she realized what she said.

"I'm sure I could guess" He said as he glanced over at where Ron was still watching them.

She felt her cheeks heat at the implication, "Don't be crude Malfoy, I invited you here to help repair what the Slytherins broke, not to give you another chance to be a prick."

"I just meant that there seems to be a lot of Firewhisky flowing," he said nodding at her empty glass in hand, "You're the one who brought up pricks." His mouth twitched into a smirk.

Merlin, she wanted to smack it off of his face, or scratch him, or pull off his perfect, prissy blonde hair-

She needed to get away from him, before she did something stupid or embarrassing. She sent another scowl his way and stomped off towards Ron.