Hermione backed up against the wall. It wasn't a choice, she was surrounded by three males whose expressions were anything but nonthreatening. She knew how this was going to end.
"Fun times ahead for you girly," the ring leader leered at her.
The others didn't speak, but appeared to agree with the first's statement. She shivered in fear, no longer able to control her body's response to the situation.
In fact, she was so focused on the situation slowly unfolding before her that she missed the clearly drunk man with white blond hair shaggy as it fell over his angular features stumble over to them, waving his middie of beer around in time with the music pulsing through the club.
He shouted something that Hermione couldn't quite make out to the ring leader over the deafening music. She hoped he didn't want to join in. Three was bad enough, but four?
He was not her savior.
"Yeah mate, in a minute, can't you see we're busy." the ring leader trained his cold eyes on the blond man, still swaying in time with the music.
More mumbling from the blond man as he waved his beer around, accidentally spilling some on one of the ring leader's henchmen. Hermione didn't want to find out what the words were. She knew they couldn't be to her benefit.
With a grumbled complaint, somehow the henchman let it go, mumbling under his breath before wandering away. A few awkward moments of an oddly serious stare-down passed between the ring leader and the blond man before the other man wandered off too with some weak, muttered excuse.
Hermione felt as if she should be relieved, but instead felt dread settle in beside the fear. What, combined, could these two do to her that the other three had not already been going to do?
"Fine, we can have your bloody dance off!" the ring leader growled at the strangely happy blond man. He didn't even dignify this victory with a response, just left Hermione there leaning against the wall for support she dearly needed after the stress of that last encounter.
It was time to go home.
"She didn't even thank me!" Draco grumbled to his friends as he paced in front of the fireplace, glass of wine in hand. "I saved her from being gang-raped and not a single thanks did I get for my efforts!" he glanced into the last dregs of his glance thoughtfully. "Reckon I won't even bother next time," he mumbled.
"Mate, I bet she was bloody grateful," his friend Theo reassured him. "But can you imagine what would have happened if she'd came and found you immediately, maybe even while you were in that "dance-off" with that douche?"
Draco mused over this for a moment, eventually nodding his agreement to Theo's rhetorical question. "You're right. She would've been right back where she started."
"I still reckon she should have thanked me!" he yelled over his shoulder as he headed into the kitchen to refill his wine glass.
A/N (whatever these things are called, since I never do them!)
A middie is a size of glass used for beer in Australia, as I'm currently working on some Dramione high school au's set in Australia I've been experimenting with using essentially Australian things and working them into the storyline in a non-cliche way. Hope that clears up any confusion. If anyone even reads this...
But anyway, hope you enjoyed this. ~seline
