Draco sat himself at one of the tables closest to the stage. Since moving to New York, he had become rather intrigued by these Muggle bars called strip clubs. So many naked women. He hadn't had a decent shag in what felt like years, when in reality it was only about six months. Astoria had left him for a damn Weasley; the one that was a cursebreaker for Gringotts. He still hadn't fully gotten over the sting of being left for a Weasley.

So, a month after she left him, he moved to New York, bought a penthouse apartment in a Muggle complex and befriended the woman in the apartment below him, Elena. She had invited him to watch her 'dance' one night and Merlin was he surprised with the type of dancing she did.

Despite having seen her naked, and gotten a very interesting lap dance from her, Draco had not bedded her. She said she was more into women. Draco couldn't blame her there, women were glorious creatures.

Tonight, Elena, AKA Chloe, was on stage currently removing her bra while hanging upside down from the pole. He smiled at her when she made eye contact, and she blew him a kiss. He chuckled and switched his attention to a new girl he hadn't noticed before. She had wavy brown hair halfway down her back, her feet were strapped into purple heels, giving her slender legs a longer look. She looked very petite, her perky ass partially covered by white lace knickers that were much more innocent looking that he anticipated at this type of establishment. She started to turn, while still facing the patron at the bar, and he caught a glimpse of a flat stomach leading up to small, but firm looking breasts.

She finally turned all the way around, and Draco choked on his whiskey. No fucking way, there was absolutely no way that was who he thought it was. At that moment, Chloe decided to plop down in the seat next to him. She planted a kiss on his lips and stole his drink.

"Notice the new girl have you?" She remarked, following his gaze to the beauty he possibly recognized.

"Yeah, how long has she worked here?" He questioned, breaking his gaze from the brunette to make eye contact with Chloe.

"Oh, about a month. She's new to the country I think. Has a British accent, quite like yours actually."

"You don't say," Draco mused, eyes flicking back to the brunette. She was stopped by a middle aged, balding man, who gave her a couple crumpled bill and she lowered her bra and pulled the man close.

"Want me to get her attention?" Chloe asked, not waiting for an answer. She waved the girl over.

The brunette sauntered over, smiling at Chloe before noticing Draco.

"Malfoy?" She gasped.

"Malfoy?" Exclaimed Chloe. "You know him, Natalie?"

"Oh, we know each other," Draco muttered, grinning. "I very much think I'd like private dance, Natalie." He rose, taking her hand and leading her to the biggest back room, set with two couches, a small glass table in the middle and plush pink rug on the floor. He took a seat on the couch furthest from the entrance and tugged the girl onto his lap. She straddled him as comfortably as possible.

"So," Draco started. "What are you doing here, Granger?"

Hermione was mortified. The job was supposed to be a bit of fun on the weekends. She'd spun a tale to the fellow dancers, telling them she had just moved here from London and needed the money. In reality, she apparated over every other Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights to let loose. It was so empowering to dance here. She'd always been known as a prude, and after her breakup with Ron, with him telling her she was just no fun, she needed an escape.

But now, here was Draco fucking Malfoy, buying a lap dance from her and questioning why she was here.

"I… uhm…why are you here, Malfoy?" she asked, pulling herself from his lap to sit beside him and remove her shoes.

"I live here, in New York I mean. I'm friends with Chloe, she lives below me. I come here every once in a while in support. Now, Granger, answer my question."

Hermione sighed. "Not that you need to know, Malfoy, but I come here to have fun and branch out. After being told I was no fun, I decided to prove him wrong."

"Him, being Weasley. Seems as though we both have been done wrong by Weasley's."

"I heard about Bill and Astoria…"

"It's fine," he smirked at her. "Now where's my dance? Make it…fun."

It was Hermione's turn to smirk. He had no idea how fun she could make it. She moved over to the glass table, seating herself primly on it as the next song started. She slowly dragged her hands up her body to move her hair over her left shoulder. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra, but didn't let it fall from her shoulders. She spread her legs slowly, already noticing a bulge rise in Draco's trousers.

She smiled at him and bit her lip as she ran her hand across her panty-covered core. She rubbed slightly and let her head fall back. She dropped to her knees and let her hands roam up his thighs before quickly turning and placing her hands on the table so her ass was in his face. She reached between her legs with her left hand and rubbed her clit under her panties, letting a small moan escape her.

"Fuck…" She heard Draco whisper. She took that as her cue. She turned back around, straightening up to stand while letting her bra fall to the floor. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him and rubbing herself against his lap, feeling his erection directly on her clit. She threw her head back, hanging onto the back of his neck and pushing her breasts into his face. She felt him swipe his tongue across one of her nipples and looked down at him.

"Bite it," she demanded and he complied. As he bit down on her nipple, she pressed herself to his cock. He moaned around her breast. She could feel herself getting wetter every time he breathed on her chest. She pulled his head up by his hair and kissed him forcefully. He responded in kind and grasped her hips hard and ground into her core.

Suddenly she launched off his lap, and tore off her panties. She unbuckled his trousers and took him by surprise.

"What are you doing?!" He exclaimed.

"I'm about to fuck you, don't ruin it," she moaned into his ear, reaching her hand down his trousers and shorts to grasp his considerable length.

"Do you do this often?"

"Never, but I can't resist," She stated as she pulled his cock out of his trousers. He worked his pants down lower as she came to straddle him again.

"Are you sure, Granger?"

"Oh, I'm very sure," She said, and with that, she sank down onto him, moaning into his ear again. She started riding him at a quick pace, and after just a few thrusts, he could feel her tighten.

"Already, Granger? That quick for you?" He panted, still holding her hips and meeting her thrust for thrust.

"Been…too…long," She stated in between thrusts. "Ohhhh fuck!" She exclaimed and he felt her juice release onto his cock and her body went limp. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her middle and flip her onto her back. Just a couple more quick thrusts into her and he was unloading into her wet heat.

"That," Draco stated. "Was fantastic."

Hermione smiled. "Now I need to clean up and get back out there." He waved his wand and the evidence of his release inside her disappeared. He kissed her chastely on the lips and muttered:

"This isn't the end of it."