"I didn't really want to be here, you know?" I asked rhetorically.
"Hello to you too" Draco said.
Yes, the great Hermione Granger is associating with Draco Malfoy. Surprisingly we briefly dated after we left Hogwarts, of course after Harry cleared his name about being a death eater. Though before we could convince the public that Draco was on the right side, there was a lot of hate towards him, and we grew closer because of that. Then he had to go have a one night stand with Pansy Parkinson, and we have barely been cordial to each other since. I guess that will have to change now, since I really need his help.
We are currently sitting together, pleasantly (at least on his behalf) in a Muggle strip club watching skimpy dressed sluts dance on a pole, I don't know why we are in a Muggle place, but I guess all men are the same, wizard or not, they are still horny devils. I watched him watch them in sick fascination feeling a tinge jealous. No I'm not; I must learn to suppress that.
"So 'Mione, what you doing here, want a treat?" He winked at the end of that sexual innuendo.
I snorted, "Don't call me Mione, and definitely not off you, I'm here on business. Know anything about the McKenna case?"
He looked me up and down, smirking as he did so.
"Not off me hey? Last year you didn't take that view, I could make you scream."
I sneered disdainfully.
"Last year is a closed chapter of my life, and I don't intend to repeat it. I'd like you to take that view too, now, the McKenna case."
He leant back on his chair, deep in thought.
"Naw, I don't know anything about it, babe. Care to fill me in, and what I have to do with it?"
"Well, you know how you're a high up aurour-"
He cut me off, "You want my help, don't you?"
"God, don't sound so pleased with yourself. I have no problem cursing that smirk off your face" I threatened.
"Ey, we have a feisty one here. Same attitude you had when we were in bed together."
I stood up menacingly, baring my teeth.
"Oh just forget about it! I wish I never asked!"
He grabbed my wrist but I shrieked and tore it away.
"Don't touch me, you vile scum bag!"
"Didn't think I was such a vile scum bag when you asked me here!" he shouted back at me.
"You are the biggest git that I've had the misfortune to meet" I sneered at him.
He pushed me up against the wall, grinding his hip into me to keep me from withering. His face inched closer and he brought his knee up and eased it between my legs. I made the mistake of moaning, and he smirked triumphantly.
"I know you're still sexually attracted to me, and may feel something deeper, same way I feel. You're a catch, Hermione and I have no problem getting back together, but you are just a stubborn bint that won't give in." he snarled.
"A stubborn bint!" my voice raised an octave when I said it. "You cheated on me, remember that?"
"I said I was sorry, I was drunk okay? I can't stop thinking about you" he said softly.
I looked at him.
"You can't stop thinking about me. Ha, that's rich, more like you can't stop thinking about my breasts." I said scornfully.
"Oh forget it, I'm going, think what you want to think, I've had enough" He stormed away from me.
I was in half a mind to call after him, tell him I'm sorry, but I just was rooted to the spot. Maybe it's true what he said. Maybe he was drunk and sincerely sorry, and then I turned around and acted like a bitch. And damn, I forgot to ask him to work with me. Once I drew to that conclusion however, I couldn't see him in the bar, and rather than looking like a lesbian, I got out of there fast.
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