The club was noisy and filled with bodies that were grinding against each other. The song was a fast muggle one, which was a bit out of place in a wizarding dance club. Smiling at Harry and Ginny I wave them off as they look over at me before they go to dance. They don't want to leave me here by myself at the small table we are occupying, which in a very over-protective way is sweet.

I'm a big girl, I am after all twenty four years old now. I'm a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I teach charms, and I have for the last two years ever since sweet Professor Flitwick decided since Voldemort was gone for good he could happily retire to his country home.

I graduated from University in under the required time by taking double the amount of classes that one normally would. Why you ask? Well, it's because that's what I'm used to. After all I was the only student at Hogwarts that took every class available during our third year. Well, until I dropped the spooky bat's divination class. But that couldn't be helped, she was just so daft and ridiculous that I couldn't stand her.

Thinking about Trelawney always gives me a bad taste in my mouth. I turn to the table to pick up my drink and as I lift it to my mouth I see someone I hadn't seen in a few months. Well, up close in person that is, I amended, as I recalled that I had seen him on Quidditch magazines and in games that the boys drug me too. But I hadn't been in the same room with him since he walked in on me and my ex. Ron was a keeper for his favorite team the Chudley Cannons. Even though I am forced to go to his home games, I still hate the sport. With a passion.

I grimace as I thought about how many stupid quidditch games I've been too. Luckily Harry chose a position as an auror instead of a seeker or else I'm sure the game tally would be double what it unfortunately is now. Shuddering I take a drink as a body suddenly appears across the table from me.

Looking up, I see it's him. He grins at me while holding out his hand. Absently I notice now his teeth look since he got them fixed as I impulsively take his hand. He led me to the dance floor just as a slow song started. He pulled me into his hard muscular body, the top of my head didn't quite reach his chin, I noticed absently as I slid my arms up his chest to lay my hands on his shoulders.

"You're the last person I expected to see here, pet." Marcus Flint said, his mouth near my ear, his breath hot on my skin making me shiver in reaction to his nearness. "And where is Pucey tonight?"