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Applying kohl to her bottom lids Jamie was pleased with her look. The short black mini showed off her long legs, the silver halter showed just enough cleavage to be sexy and being backless teased. She wore her waist length hair down tonight. No ponytails, buns or braids tonight.

"Jamie are you ready yet?" a voice yelled from downstairs.

"I'm coming Hermione. Just a sec."

"Come on Jamie we're late now as it is," a male voice added.

"I'm coming. " One last look and Jamie picked up her small purse from her bed and hurried out the door. Standing on the top step she waited for their attention. "Well?"

"Blimey Jamie if I didn't know…." Ron started.

"You look wonderful!" Hermione added. "Shall we go?" She held out the portkey. When all three were touching it she uttered the password.

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Jamie was the only one standing as they landed in a brightly lit room. They could vaguely hear music behind the doors.

"May I check your things?" a girl asked behind a counter. Hermione and Ron checked their coats. '

"Where's Potter?" a voice drawled from behind them. "Don't tell me he couldn't make it." The three friends turned to see Draco Malfoy leaning against another door. Decked out in skin-tight "pour me in" black leather pants and a dark blue silk shirt with only 2 buttons done up he was in a word looking yummy!

"Jamie! You came!" Pansy squealed! She came and hugged the other girl.

"There's my favorite model!" Blaise smiled pecking her on the cheek.

"So this is the famous Jamie Evans Blaise keeps ranting about?" Draco questioned eyeing her up and down.

"Blaise darling you talk about me?" the girl purred.

"All the time," Pansy answered. "Good thing I'm not a jealous woman."

"Aww. You know my heart belongs to you love," Blaise returned.

"Alright you two. I was promised dancing. I can't wait to get on the dance floor," Jamie told them giving a little dance to the music. "Coming or am I going out there on my own?" she asked over her shoulder heading for the door.

"I don't know how you dance in those things!" Hermione scolded.

"Practice love. Practice." Jamie opened the door and was immediately swallowed up by the crowd.

"Where did she go?" Ron wondered. Hermione pointed to the center of the dance floor where Jamie was surrounded by guys and even a few girls. Ron just shook his head.

"Your girl is a bit of a slut eh Blaise?" Draco sneered. He found himself up against the wall.

"Just because she ignored you doesn't make her a slut. Watch what you say Malfoy," Ron growled.

"I'd watch it if I were you Draco. She's well protected," Pansy told him putting away her wand. "If Weasley doesn't take care of things one of us will." Draco smirked and then wondered off.

"She still gets under his skin," Blaise told the others.

"That's why we're going to get them together," Hermione reminded.

"You think Jamie will tell him?" Pansy questioned.

"She'll have to if they start a relationship," Ron answered.

"Well we've got to get them to the relationship stage first. So who's going to go babysit Draco and convince him to go make nice?" Blaise wondered. Everyone turned to look at him. "I figured," he sighed. "The things I do to make people happy." He kissed Pansy and then stalked off after his wayward friend.

"We better go keep Jamie out of trouble," Hermione offered. She watched as Jamie jerked her arm out of a man's grasp. "Looks like she just beat her own record." Ron started forward but stopped as Draco got there first. The two men exchanged words and then two very large men came and escorted the other man away. Jamie allowed Draco to take her hand and lead her to a stairway. The three exchanged looks and then hurried for the steps.

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Jamie let the music take her over. She didn't notice the people surrounding her. Her body swayed to the music. One arm was raised above her head as her hips kept the beat. She closed her eyes and just danced.

"Let's go make our own music," a voice spoke into her ear as two arms encircled her waist. Jamie pulled away.

"No thanks," she yelled over the music.

"You know you want to. You may be saying no but your body is screaming yes," he yelled grabbing her arm and pulling her towards his chest. She jerked her arm out of his grasp and stepped back.

"I said no! Go away!"

"You're coming with me." He growled trying to grab hold of her again.

"The lady said no," a voice growled grabbing the man's arm.

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Draco leaned against the bar. A glass of scotch was handed to him. He couldn't take his eyes off that girl. She seemed so familiar. Raven black hair and emerald green eyes. Reminded him of Potter. Potter. Why was he thinking about that git? Couldn't even see fit to show up. Why did he expect him to? Not like he and Potter were friends or anything.

"I don't want to talk about it," Draco told Blaise as he joined him. Draco slammed his glass down on the bar and stormed off. Confused Blaise watched him until he noticed where Draco was headed and what was going on. He started after his friend.

Draco grabbed the offender and growled, "The lady said no."

"And you are?" the man argued.

"The owner of this club and her date," Draco hissed. He looked at Jamie to see if she'd argue. She just stepped towards him.

"You shouldn't let your woman alone if you don't want others stepping up," the man sneered.

"I think it's time for you to go," Draco informed him as two burly men took up the spaces beside the other man. "Please escort him out."

"You got it boss," they replied in unison as they each took an arm and practically dragged him off.

"Thank you," Jamie mouthed.

"Come upstairs. We can talk and you can dance without anyone bothering you," Draco leaned over and whispered in her ear. He held out his hand. "Join me?" Jamie took his hand and he led her through the crowd. Blaise was waiting at the steps and their other three friends joined them soon after. A rope was lifted and the six headed up the stairs.

A bar sat off to the side, and a couple of sofas set close to the short wall made up most of the landing. A few closed doors could be seen in the shadows if you looked. The walls were draped in long black silk.

Draco led Jamie to a couch and sat down beside her. The others joined them.

"Thank you again," Jamie smiled. "He just wouldn't take no for an answer," she told them.

"Well you're safe up here and can dance to your heart's desire," Draco informed her. She shyly smiled at him. Blaise got up and headed for the bar. He poured drinks for everyone. Looking up her caught a figure heading for them. With a groan he picked up the drinks and headed for the others.

"Draco darling," a voice simpered. "I've been waiting for your call."

"Nikita," Draco greeted standing up. The woman practically threw herself at him and then proceeded in trying to eat his face. Draco finally managed to untangle himself from the woman and pulled out his handkerchief and started wiping his face. She on the other hand tried to drape herself on him.

"Draco, I want you," she boldly told him. "Philip is waiting for us in the green room. "

"Nikita I have guests," Draco scolded.

"So? You own the place. You can do what you want," she reminded him.

"Not now. Go play," he forcefully told her lightly pushing her away.

"Just who are these people?" she demanded.

"That is not any of your concern," he said trying to remain calm.

"Is she your date?" the woman screeched pointing at Jamie.

"Yes," Draco told her as Jamie shook her head.

"You won't last an hour," she sneered looking Jamie up and down. "He'll be bored as soon as he beds you." Jamie rolled her eyes. "You'll be back," she smiled at Draco before storming off. Jamie stood up.

"Well on that note I think I'm going to go home," she informed them.

"What? Just because of that?" Draco demanded.

"Not only that. I have an early morning tomorrow," Jamie replied as she kissed everyone's cheek but Draco's. "Good night everyone. Blaise I'll see you tomorrow." Jamie apparated away.

"Smooth Draco," Pansy scolded. "You normally let your whore's have free reign?"

"No and that problem will be gone by morning," he growled. Draco turned to Ron and Hermione. "Where is Potter?"

"Draco you know we're not going to tell you. If Harry wants to see you he'll come see you," Hermione told him.

"Why does she look like Potter?" Draco wondered. No one answered. Blaise started asking about the club and the subject was quickly dropped though Draco would look off into space every so often.

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Jamie quickly threw up the wards around the house and practically ran up the stairs. She spelled away the makeup, kicked off her shoes and hung up her dress. She braided her hair as she stood in front of her mirror.

'He'd never look at me,' she thought. 'No matter what I look like.' Tears slid down her cheeks as she slipped into her bed.