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Laying there in the grass Hermione smiled as the wind gently blew her across her face. The sun was just rising. Pink, orange, yellow and red, were painted across the morning sky. Today was her last day of summer. Tomorrow Hermione would be going back to Hogwarts for the last time. It was a bitter sweet. Hogwarts had become like a second home to Hermione.
Before she knew it, the sun was beaming on top of her. Realizing that she still hadn't packed, she arose and walked back into her house. Mum and Dad had already left for work. Grabbing a biscuit and a cup of coffee she headed to her room. Pulling an enormous trunk out of her closet she began to pack. Hermione was never a girly girl, but her best muggle friend Charlotte talked her into buying different clothes this year.
'I'm not wearing that!' Hermione said in horror as Charlotte held up the shortest skirt Hermione had ever seen. 'Why not? It's really cute!' Charlotte protested. 'Charlie. There's only an inch of fabric on it!' Charlotte seemed disappointed. 'Fine. How about this one?' She said as she held up a plain black pleated skirt that came to about to the middle of Hermione's thigh. Smiling Hermione agreed not wanting to disappoint her friend anymore.
Hermione smiled as she placed the folded black skirt in her trunk. Once all her clothes and School supplies were packed, Hermione grew bored. Not sure what to do after this. She thought of calling Charlotte, and then remembered she was with her boyfriend. Blake. Hermione knew the minute she met him she wouldn't like him. He was arrogant, selfish, rude, demeaning, and cold. Charlotte was hypnotized by his good looks and seemed blinded to anything else. Blake reminded her of Malfoy. Hermione sighed and pulled out her sketch pad. It was secret passion. When she would draw nothing else seemed to matter. The charcoal in her hand drew long elegant lines. Soon Hermione was immersed in her own world. Looking at finished product, and finally content with the way it turned out. It was the forbidden forest. It looked dark and mysterious. Beautiful in a dangerous way.
Again she was bored with nothing to do. Sighing she decided to go out. Being eighteen she could get in to just about anywhere. After searching through the little clothes she hadn't packed she finally decided on a small black dress that her mother forced her to buy. Charlotte and her mother were so much alike. Always trying to get Hermione out of her shell. Standing in front of her full length mirror she was satisfied. Her dress flattered her body quite nicely. Her hair was softly pinned back. And a very light amount of make-up applied.
She walked down stairs and her parents still weren't home. 'That's strange.' She thought to herself ass she walked out the door. It was now dark. Hermione stood outside her home until she saw a cab pull up. 'Downtown please.' She said. The driver nodded and drove away. The brakes of the cab squeaked as they came to a stop. After paying him she set off looking for somewhere to eat. Finally she stumbled on what seemed to be a low-key club. The 'Dancing tavern'. Stepping inside Hermione was in awe. The club was handsomely decorated in black and dark red. Each table had a dark red table cloth and a dimly lit candle in the center. The table's surrounded a large dance floor, made of a rich mahogany wood. A band was stationed a romantically lit corner. Playing a Big Bad Voodoo Daddy song. 'How may I help you miss?' said a voice next to her. Hermione snapped out of it. 'Oh. It'll just be me tonight.' The girl nodded. 'Fallow me please.' Hermione fallowed the hostess to her seat. She had to be close to Hermione's age. She had long straight black hair. A mysterious air floated around her like a thick fog. She smiled as she pointed Hermione to her directed seat. 'Thank you.' Hermione said as a menu was placed in front of her. Again the girl nodded and walked away. Soon Hermione was joined by her waiter. He too had that mysterious air about him. But wow he's good looking. She thought. 'Hello, I'm Jacob. I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you?' Hermione placed her order a little relieved that she could now really take in the club. Picture frames hung all over the walls. Displaying some of the greatest musicians of all time. Louie Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Bessie Smith, and the list could have gone on forever.
People were swing dancing all over the dance floor. Hermione sighed. How she longed to share this with someone. All of the sudden a voice came out of no where. 'Mind if I join you Granger?' Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She knew that voice, that not so sweet endearment. Slowly her head turned to face his. And there he was Draco Malfoy.