Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. If I did, I would not work full time at a rundown hotel for minimum wage.
Hermione Granger stepped into the dimly lit establishment, shaking snow from her hair as she walked.
"Damn it. It's fucking cold out there! Hey Bryson, fix me a drink and bring it up to my office please." She called to the bartender as she breezed past him toward the stairs.
"Sure thing Mia" was the only response she got.
While she sat sipping her fruity drink that in Bryson's opinion was only suited for girls and gays, she worked on the books from the previous night. Pretty soon she heard the bass pounding from the speakers, and knew her club, her business, what had been quick to go from her project to her baby was open.
Walking down the stairs, she stopped and looked out at the crowd. In the sea of sweating, gyrating bodies, her eyes picked out the two most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life. One was light, the other dark. One was like an angel, the other like a devil. Both of them were sexy as sin. She walked a little closer and finally recognized the two of them.
"what the hell are Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini doing in a muggle club?" she asked no one in particular.
She was startled from her thoughts when her best girl friend, and also the manager of her club bumped her with her elbow.
"Hey, Mia!" she yelled over the music. "Whatcha lookin at?"
"Nothing, Rhiannon, nothing at all."
Rhiannon followed hermione's gaze, and gave the men an appreciative once over.
"Fuck me, Mia, those two are pure unadulterated sex on legs aren't they?"
It was at this exact moment the two men in question decided to turn their gazes to the women checking them out.
Hermione tried to run away, back to the safety of her office. But it was no use, Rhiannon grabbed her arm and held her in place. She looked up just in time to lock her gaze with the most beautiful pair of indigo eyes she had ever seen.