Music pounds into the night air as the door to the club swings open, the burly bouncer ushers a rowdy group in, the dim lighting shimmering on his bald head momentarily before he closes the door again. The group of Weasley males lead a reluctant, messy black haired Harry Potter to a table in the centre of the room. Arthur claps Harry on the shoulder as they sit, looking around excitedly "You know Harry you only get married once and you need to embrace your muggle heritage along with your wizarding" The other males laugh good naturedly as their father says this.
"That's why we haven't told any of the women folk where we were taking you. Not so sure they would approve of this particular aspect of muggle tradition" Bill laughs as he places a tray of drinks down on the table. Each male takes a glass, sipping it as they look to the main stage in front of them.
The lights dim further, as another song begins to pump through the room, the stage is suddenly full of beautiful, scantily clad women. The room fills with the sound of cat calls and whistles as the girls move aside for a masked brunette, her hair falling in ringlets around her shoulders. The lights shimmer off her golden mask, picking up the beading on her tiny shorts and brassier, as she moves across the stage, stopping in front of a gold pole. She turns her back to the room, smiling wickedly over her shoulder as she runs her hands down her sides, before reaching out and wrapping one high heeled leg around the pole.
The Weasley table erupts into cheers, as she climbs and spins, the muscles in her body rippling as she dips back, holding her arms out, her hair fanning out behind her like a cape. Every eye in the room is glued to her until she finishes her routine. Bill turns back to the table, taking a swig of his drink "Damn I wish Fleur could do that!" Harry and Charlie nearly choke on their drinks at the image of Fleur pole dancing. Charlie watches curiously as George leads the masked brunette up to Harry. She shyly leans over to whisper in his ear. Everyone laughs as his ears suddenly go scarlet. With a cheeky wink to the rest of the group, the girl turns her back to Harry, slowly running her hands down her sides until she reaches her high heeled feet, she blows him a kiss from between her legs, before standing up again and throwing one high heeled foot up on to Harry's shoulder. She runs her hand along the inside of her leg, leaning forward to caress his cheek. As she leans forward, Charlie catches sight of a shimmer across her lower back. He shakes his head, before looking again, he was sure he had seen a lion tattoo.
Hermione sits up in bed, her eyes sore from lack of sleep. The pounding on her front door resumes again as she throws her feet over the edge of the bed. Whoever was on the other side had better have a good excuse she decides as she ties a silken wrap loosely around her body. She throws her hair up into a messy ponytail as she unlocks the door. "Ginny, your so lucky it was you!" She states as Ginny bounds in the front door. The red head grins cheekily, "Have you forgotten it's my hens party tonight?" Hermione shakes her head as she makes her way to the kitchen, it was defiantly coffee time. "I do believe I remember that. What I don't understand is why you're here at this ungodly hour." She picks her wand up from the bench top and points it at the shiny stainless steel kettle sitting on the stove. It begins to sing merrily as steam pours out the spout, sometimes magic really was a godsend, she thought to herself as she threw back a vial full of pale blue potion to wake herself up. Ginny settles herself down on a stool looking around the spotless and extremely modern kitchen. "Do you ever stay here long enough to make a mess Mione? I still don't know why you chose to live in muggle London. Everything is so sterile in these homes." She picks up the cup of coffee, Hermione sets down in front of her, taking a sip, before continuing "It's not an ungodly hour at all, it's almost lunch time and I do recall you were coming to the burrow to have lunch with all the girls before we spend the afternoon lounging around the lake." Hermione glances at the clock on the wall "Oops I forgot all about that. I didn't get in 'til late from work. It completely slipped my mind." She gulps down her coffee, untying the sash of her wrap as she rushes off to the shower. "I thought that would happen, that's why I called by." Ginny calls after her, shaking her head at how things had changed.