The Perfect Night
Summary: Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort scheme an evil plan to destroy Harry Potter by having Draco, the handsome Slytherin Prince, seduce Harry's girlfriend, Hermione. Will love prevail? Or will it destroy everything?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and co.
Hermione absentmindly twirled a piece of her curly, long, brown hair around her index finger as she lay on her stomach reading a chapter in her Potions book. Snape had given them summer homework, which was to write an essay over chapters one through five and on the first day back, he would quiz them. She had read until chapter ten. She popped her bubble gum and chewed the end of her pencil as she tried to think of how to revise the descriptions in the book to her own words. Finally, after many hours of scribbling out words, she finished her essay and read it over for any mistakes. Snape told everyone that since they were going to be advanced seventh years, he expected everyone's essay to be at least ten pieces of parchment. Hermione's was twenty. As she was going over the last sheaf of parchment, she heard a pecking on her bedroom window. She looked up and saw Harry's beautiful, snow white owl perched on her windowsill.
"Hedwig!" she exclaimed as she ran over and threw open the window.
Hedwig held out her leg where a letter and a small package was tied, and she relieved the owl from her burden. Hedwig hooted and then flew off into the night sky.
"He remembered!" she squealed with excitement as she tore open the letter from Harry. She read:
Hermione,
Happy Birthday! So how does it feel to be seventeen? How is everything going over at your house? Have you heard from Ron? I'm doing OK myself. Actually, I think that this summer has been by far the best that I've had to spend with the Dursley's. They let me do basically whatever I want because I told them if they didn't I would jinx them since I'm not an underage wizard anymore. I hope you like my present. It took a lot of convincing to go shopping with the Dursley's. I ended up threatening them just to go. Ok well, best be off.
All my love,
Harry
Hermione set aside his letter, reached for and tore open the package. She opened the box to reveal a thin, sterling silver chain with a heart adorned in rubies dangling from it. It had the initials HP & HG charmed inside the heart. Hermione recalled Harry telling her that he had received a summer job, but she didn't think it paid him that well.
"Oh my God," breathed Hermione as she stared open mouthed at her present. "It's beautiful!"
Harry and Hermione became boyfriend and girlfriend by a single dare. Hermione, Seamus, Lavender, Ron, and a whole bunch of other Gryffindors were playing Truth or Dare and Seamus had dared Harry to French kiss Hermione. He went through with the dare and later pulled her over and told her how much he actually liked her. She told him that she felt the same way, so he asked her out and have been going out ever since then. But deep down in Hermione's heart, she knew she liked someone else. A blond headed, arrogant, pompous prick named Draco Malfoy. Even though he was a heartless bastard, Hermione couldn't get over the way he walked, the way he talked, and the way he smiled (at least at people he liked). She knew that he was completely out of her league, so she tried shoving him out of her memory but he kept on invading it. She tried focusing on her boyfriend Harry, but whenever she kissed him she imagined kissing Draco.
"Hermione! Are you going to come down here to open your presents!" Hermione's mom yelled from downstairs.
"Yes, Mom! I'm coming!" Hermione yelled back clasping Harry's necklace around her slender neck.
She rushed downstairs, her pajama pants making a swooshing sound as she raced down the stairs and quickly adjusted her tank top before stepping into the family room. Both of her parents were sitting on the coach, each with a couple of presents in their laps, wearing humongous grins on their faces.
"Happy birthday, sweetie," said her mom as she handed her one of the presents she was holding, which was pretty large.
She tore open the wrapping paper and squealed when she saw a huge set of body fragrances, lotions and oils all sitting inside of a huge basket wrapped in plastic.
"I love this stuff! Thanks mom! You're the best!" Hermione yelled as she enveloped her mom in a hug.
"You're welcome," her mom replied.
"Happy birthday," said her smiling dad as he handed her a smaller present.
Hermione ripped it open and gasped when she saw a ring box. She opened it to reveal a thick, pure silver ring encrusted in emeralds and diamonds.
"Daddy! It's beautiful!" Hermione said and smiled politely. She thought her dad had gone bonkers because he gave her a man's ring.
"Now, let me explain," said her dad when he saw the confused look on Hermione's face. "You were given this ring because it is a tradition in our family. The father gives his daughter a ring as a symbol of his love for her, and the hope for her to one day be married to a wonderful, caring man in the near future. This ring is kind of like your heart, to give to whomever you please."
"Wow, thanks," said Hermione and she gave him a hug.
Hermione also got pajama pants, a few CD's, and some stuff for her next year at Hogwarts. When she was done, Hermione thanked her parents, gathered up her presents and turned to walk away when she heard her mother say, "Hermione? Where are you going? You have another present!"
Hermione whirled around, gave her parents a questioning look and said, "Really?"
"Yeah, it's outside on the patio," said her dad nonchalantly as he started to examine his nails.
Hermione set down her presents and walked over to the patio door with a confused look on her face. She opened it, stepped out onto the patio and what she saw made her jaw drop. Harry stood there in front of her smiling and holding a dozen roses in his hand.
"Hello, Hermione. Happy Birthday!" said Harry as he walked over, gave a very surprised Hermione a huge hug and the flowers.
"Harry! How did you...the Dursleys...Oh my God!" stuttered Hermione.
"Your parents came over to the Dursley's and negotiated with them. They pretended that they were some weird people from a mental institute and said that I needed to be taken away for the rest of the summer to regain my sanity. Naturally, the Dursley's agreed with them that I was in fact crazy and they helped me take my bags out to your parent's car. Once your parents and I were inside the car we started laughing so hard that our eyes started watering. It was great," explained Harry as he emitted a small laugh.
"My parents did that? You're staying for the rest of the summer!?!" exclaimed Hermione excitedly.
"Yeah, can you believe it? They sent me a letter by Muggle post awhile ago inviting me over so I knew they were coming. I'm not staying anywhere near your room, though. The room I'm staying in is on the opposite side of the house," said Harry with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Now THAT sounds more like my parents!" laughed Hermione.
"So, Hermione. Tonight is your night. What do you want to do?" asked Harry as he tenderly put his arm around her waist.
"First, I've got to go talk to my parents to find out what has gotten into them, and then we'll talk about tonight alright sweetheart?" said Hermione as she quickly kissed his lips and walked into the house.
"So did you like your present, darling," asked her mom with a big smirk when she saw Hermione.
"The whole summer! You're letting him stay for the whole summer!" exclaimed Hermione ecstatically.
"Well, we figured that life at the Dursley's was pretty lame and unexciting, so we invited him out here. Your dad and I think Harry is a good kid and we trust him. We know that you two are mature enough that you will behave yourselves while you are together. Right?" asked her mom as she gave her a stern look.
"Yes mother," sighed Hermione as she rolled her eyes.
Harry came inside just then, walked over to stand by Hermione, and took her hand in his.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger? Is it alright if I take Hermione out for her birthday tonight?" asked Harry hopefully.
"Of course, dear! You two go and have fun," Mrs. Granger said as she walked over to Harry and gave him a quick hug. "You are so cute together!" Harry's ears turned red.
"Harry, I'll be right down. I have to go take a shower and dress into some other clothes," said Hermione as she rolled her eyes at her mom and walked towards the stairs.
"Don't take too long, Mione," Harry yelled after her.
Hermione wanted to look her very best for Harry, so she rummaged through her closet to find something to wear.
"Hmm, something nice, something nice," muttered Hermione as she threw one of her spaghetti strap shirts to the floor, and then threw out a pair of torn up jeans.
Finally, as she was looking through her clothes that were hanging up, she found the perfect dress. It was a tube top dress that reached down to about her mid thigh. It was a deep wine red color and it was covered in shimmering sequins. She remembered buying it a long time ago when she was thirteen for a dance at Hogwarts, but ended up not going to the dance because her date ditched her. She tried it on and it fit perfectly. She took it back off and set it down on the bed because she needed to take a shower. Stripping off her clothes and stepping into the shower, Hermione turned on the water and waited for it to become warm. She leaned back her head, wet her long, brown hair, then shampooed and conditioned it. When she was finished, she performed a hair drying spell and her hair was completely dried, and another that made it curly but not frizzy. As she stepped into her dress, Draco somehow flitted into her mind.
"God girl! Get over that selfish bastard!" she thought to herself as she applied her makeup. "You have Harry who is nice, caring, and friendly! Things that Draco can never be!"
"Hermione! Are you almost ready?" Harry called urgently from downstairs.
"Yes! Just a second!" yelled Hermione as she threw on her black high heeled shoes, grabbed her matching black purse and threw in her lip gloss and lipstick. She looked at the clock and thought to herself, "Oh my God! I've kept Harry waiting for over an hour now!"
She dashed down the stairs and saw that Harry had changed also, which made her not feel so bad about keeping him waiting for an hour. He was in black dress pants and a tight, silk, dark blue shirt.
"You look beautiful," Harry breathed in awe when he saw her.
As she reached the last step he held out his hand and she took it. He bent to gently kiss the top of her hand, never breaking eye contact with her.
"You look nice too," smiled Hermione.
"I love the necklace you're wearing. It looks absolutely ravishing on you," commented Harry as he gave her a sexy grin. "Where did you get it?"
"From a special guy who loves me very much," responded Hermione as she kissed him gently on the lips. "I love it, thank you."
"Your welcome, love. So, where shall we go tonight?" asked Harry as he held out his arm to escort her with.
Hermione took Harry's arm and replied, "I like that one Muggle place located in downtown London. It has a nice restaurant on the ground floor and a night club in the basement."
"Oh yeah, that one! What's it called? Mulligans?" said Harry as he started to escort Hermione out the door.
"Yeah that's the one," answered Hermione.
"Wait a second young lady!" her mom's voice called out behind her and they both turned around. "Where are you going and when will you be back?"
"I'm going to Mulligans with Harry, mom. Don't wait up for us, we'll be back late," answered Hermione.
"Do you have your cell phone with you?" questioned her mom.
"Yes, mom," she said in an annoyed voice.
"I want you home before midnight," her mom said as she smiled at them. "Have fun you two."
"Bye mom," replied Hermione as she walked out the door pulling Harry with her.
They both climbed into the car, Hermione in the driver seat, and Harry in the passenger side. They made mild conversation on the way to the restaurant, and soon arrived at Mulligans.
"Don't move," demanded Harry as he got out of the car. He walked around to the driver's seat, opened the door, and held out his hand.
Hermione smiled, took his hand, and voiced her thanks. They walked up to the front door to the restaurant hand in hand, put in a reservation, and waited for twenty minutes until they were finally called. After they sat down, a waitress came up to them and they ordered. Hermione ordered the steak and Harry had the lamb. A man dressed in a tux and holding a violin came up to their table and started playing. When he finished the both of them clapped politely. They received their meals very quickly and ate in silence, and then after they were finished they made light conversation.
"So, you want to go dancing with me, Harry?" Hermione grinned mischievously as she dabbed the corner of her mouth with her napkin.
"Hermione, I'm not very good at dancing. How about I watch you fast dance, then I'll dance the slow ones with you?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Please? Come on you're not that bad!" pleaded Hermione as she gave him a puppy dog face.
"Oh all right, I'll dance with you and make a fool of myself. Just let me pay first," Harry surrendered as paid the waitress.
Harry got up out of his seat, offered her his hand and asked, "Shall we dance?"
Hermione grinned at him, took his hand, and the both of them walked downstairs where there was a huge party going on with rock music blasting out of the speakers and the base turned up really loud.
"Looks like everyone is celebrating your birthday, Hermione," Harry yelled over the noise. "Come on."
Harry pulled her out onto the dance floor where a whole bunch of other people were and started dancing. Hermione thought that Harry was a great fast dancer, even though he didn't think so, and started grinding with him. Harry's hands were all over her body and she loved the feeling, although she wished the hands belonged to someone else. Sweat started to form a little on Harry's brow, so she dragged him off the floor to get a drink.
"I'd like a virgin strawberry daiquiri," said Harry as he and Hermione sat down at the bar.
"I'd like the same," said Hermione to the bartender.
Harry wiped the bit of sweat off and smiled at Hermione.
"Enjoying yourself so far?" Harry asked.
"This has been the best birthday ever!" exclaimed Hermione as she leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek. "Thank you."
They received their drinks and started sipping them slowly as they watched everyone dancing. As they were both finishing up their drinks, a slow song began playing.
Harry put down his drink, held out his hand, and said, "May I have the privilege of dancing with the prettiest girl here?"
Hermione smiled, took his hand, and let him lead her out onto the dance floor. Harry's arms snaked around her waist pulling her close, and she wrapped her arms around his neck so that their cheeks were touching. She closed her eyes and breathed in Harry's scent. During the song, Harry would frequently kiss her head and her cheek sending shivers down her spine.
"Hermione," whispered Harry into her ear as he started to run his hand through her hair.
"Yes?" asked Hermione as she pulled away from him a little to look him in the eye.
"Happy birthday," said Harry as he started to lean in.
Hermione closed her eyes and her lips met with his into a passionate kiss. Their tongues battled with each other as Harry ran his hands up and down her slim body. She ran her hands through his jet black hair as they made out on the dance floor. The perfect ending to a perfect birthday.
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Summary: Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort scheme an evil plan to destroy Harry Potter by having Draco, the handsome Slytherin Prince, seduce Harry's girlfriend, Hermione. Will love prevail? Or will it destroy everything?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and co.
Hermione absentmindly twirled a piece of her curly, long, brown hair around her index finger as she lay on her stomach reading a chapter in her Potions book. Snape had given them summer homework, which was to write an essay over chapters one through five and on the first day back, he would quiz them. She had read until chapter ten. She popped her bubble gum and chewed the end of her pencil as she tried to think of how to revise the descriptions in the book to her own words. Finally, after many hours of scribbling out words, she finished her essay and read it over for any mistakes. Snape told everyone that since they were going to be advanced seventh years, he expected everyone's essay to be at least ten pieces of parchment. Hermione's was twenty. As she was going over the last sheaf of parchment, she heard a pecking on her bedroom window. She looked up and saw Harry's beautiful, snow white owl perched on her windowsill.
"Hedwig!" she exclaimed as she ran over and threw open the window.
Hedwig held out her leg where a letter and a small package was tied, and she relieved the owl from her burden. Hedwig hooted and then flew off into the night sky.
"He remembered!" she squealed with excitement as she tore open the letter from Harry. She read:
Hermione,
Happy Birthday! So how does it feel to be seventeen? How is everything going over at your house? Have you heard from Ron? I'm doing OK myself. Actually, I think that this summer has been by far the best that I've had to spend with the Dursley's. They let me do basically whatever I want because I told them if they didn't I would jinx them since I'm not an underage wizard anymore. I hope you like my present. It took a lot of convincing to go shopping with the Dursley's. I ended up threatening them just to go. Ok well, best be off.
All my love,
Harry
Hermione set aside his letter, reached for and tore open the package. She opened the box to reveal a thin, sterling silver chain with a heart adorned in rubies dangling from it. It had the initials HP & HG charmed inside the heart. Hermione recalled Harry telling her that he had received a summer job, but she didn't think it paid him that well.
"Oh my God," breathed Hermione as she stared open mouthed at her present. "It's beautiful!"
Harry and Hermione became boyfriend and girlfriend by a single dare. Hermione, Seamus, Lavender, Ron, and a whole bunch of other Gryffindors were playing Truth or Dare and Seamus had dared Harry to French kiss Hermione. He went through with the dare and later pulled her over and told her how much he actually liked her. She told him that she felt the same way, so he asked her out and have been going out ever since then. But deep down in Hermione's heart, she knew she liked someone else. A blond headed, arrogant, pompous prick named Draco Malfoy. Even though he was a heartless bastard, Hermione couldn't get over the way he walked, the way he talked, and the way he smiled (at least at people he liked). She knew that he was completely out of her league, so she tried shoving him out of her memory but he kept on invading it. She tried focusing on her boyfriend Harry, but whenever she kissed him she imagined kissing Draco.
"Hermione! Are you going to come down here to open your presents!" Hermione's mom yelled from downstairs.
"Yes, Mom! I'm coming!" Hermione yelled back clasping Harry's necklace around her slender neck.
She rushed downstairs, her pajama pants making a swooshing sound as she raced down the stairs and quickly adjusted her tank top before stepping into the family room. Both of her parents were sitting on the coach, each with a couple of presents in their laps, wearing humongous grins on their faces.
"Happy birthday, sweetie," said her mom as she handed her one of the presents she was holding, which was pretty large.
She tore open the wrapping paper and squealed when she saw a huge set of body fragrances, lotions and oils all sitting inside of a huge basket wrapped in plastic.
"I love this stuff! Thanks mom! You're the best!" Hermione yelled as she enveloped her mom in a hug.
"You're welcome," her mom replied.
"Happy birthday," said her smiling dad as he handed her a smaller present.
Hermione ripped it open and gasped when she saw a ring box. She opened it to reveal a thick, pure silver ring encrusted in emeralds and diamonds.
"Daddy! It's beautiful!" Hermione said and smiled politely. She thought her dad had gone bonkers because he gave her a man's ring.
"Now, let me explain," said her dad when he saw the confused look on Hermione's face. "You were given this ring because it is a tradition in our family. The father gives his daughter a ring as a symbol of his love for her, and the hope for her to one day be married to a wonderful, caring man in the near future. This ring is kind of like your heart, to give to whomever you please."
"Wow, thanks," said Hermione and she gave him a hug.
Hermione also got pajama pants, a few CD's, and some stuff for her next year at Hogwarts. When she was done, Hermione thanked her parents, gathered up her presents and turned to walk away when she heard her mother say, "Hermione? Where are you going? You have another present!"
Hermione whirled around, gave her parents a questioning look and said, "Really?"
"Yeah, it's outside on the patio," said her dad nonchalantly as he started to examine his nails.
Hermione set down her presents and walked over to the patio door with a confused look on her face. She opened it, stepped out onto the patio and what she saw made her jaw drop. Harry stood there in front of her smiling and holding a dozen roses in his hand.
"Hello, Hermione. Happy Birthday!" said Harry as he walked over, gave a very surprised Hermione a huge hug and the flowers.
"Harry! How did you...the Dursleys...Oh my God!" stuttered Hermione.
"Your parents came over to the Dursley's and negotiated with them. They pretended that they were some weird people from a mental institute and said that I needed to be taken away for the rest of the summer to regain my sanity. Naturally, the Dursley's agreed with them that I was in fact crazy and they helped me take my bags out to your parent's car. Once your parents and I were inside the car we started laughing so hard that our eyes started watering. It was great," explained Harry as he emitted a small laugh.
"My parents did that? You're staying for the rest of the summer!?!" exclaimed Hermione excitedly.
"Yeah, can you believe it? They sent me a letter by Muggle post awhile ago inviting me over so I knew they were coming. I'm not staying anywhere near your room, though. The room I'm staying in is on the opposite side of the house," said Harry with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Now THAT sounds more like my parents!" laughed Hermione.
"So, Hermione. Tonight is your night. What do you want to do?" asked Harry as he tenderly put his arm around her waist.
"First, I've got to go talk to my parents to find out what has gotten into them, and then we'll talk about tonight alright sweetheart?" said Hermione as she quickly kissed his lips and walked into the house.
"So did you like your present, darling," asked her mom with a big smirk when she saw Hermione.
"The whole summer! You're letting him stay for the whole summer!" exclaimed Hermione ecstatically.
"Well, we figured that life at the Dursley's was pretty lame and unexciting, so we invited him out here. Your dad and I think Harry is a good kid and we trust him. We know that you two are mature enough that you will behave yourselves while you are together. Right?" asked her mom as she gave her a stern look.
"Yes mother," sighed Hermione as she rolled her eyes.
Harry came inside just then, walked over to stand by Hermione, and took her hand in his.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger? Is it alright if I take Hermione out for her birthday tonight?" asked Harry hopefully.
"Of course, dear! You two go and have fun," Mrs. Granger said as she walked over to Harry and gave him a quick hug. "You are so cute together!" Harry's ears turned red.
"Harry, I'll be right down. I have to go take a shower and dress into some other clothes," said Hermione as she rolled her eyes at her mom and walked towards the stairs.
"Don't take too long, Mione," Harry yelled after her.
Hermione wanted to look her very best for Harry, so she rummaged through her closet to find something to wear.
"Hmm, something nice, something nice," muttered Hermione as she threw one of her spaghetti strap shirts to the floor, and then threw out a pair of torn up jeans.
Finally, as she was looking through her clothes that were hanging up, she found the perfect dress. It was a tube top dress that reached down to about her mid thigh. It was a deep wine red color and it was covered in shimmering sequins. She remembered buying it a long time ago when she was thirteen for a dance at Hogwarts, but ended up not going to the dance because her date ditched her. She tried it on and it fit perfectly. She took it back off and set it down on the bed because she needed to take a shower. Stripping off her clothes and stepping into the shower, Hermione turned on the water and waited for it to become warm. She leaned back her head, wet her long, brown hair, then shampooed and conditioned it. When she was finished, she performed a hair drying spell and her hair was completely dried, and another that made it curly but not frizzy. As she stepped into her dress, Draco somehow flitted into her mind.
"God girl! Get over that selfish bastard!" she thought to herself as she applied her makeup. "You have Harry who is nice, caring, and friendly! Things that Draco can never be!"
"Hermione! Are you almost ready?" Harry called urgently from downstairs.
"Yes! Just a second!" yelled Hermione as she threw on her black high heeled shoes, grabbed her matching black purse and threw in her lip gloss and lipstick. She looked at the clock and thought to herself, "Oh my God! I've kept Harry waiting for over an hour now!"
She dashed down the stairs and saw that Harry had changed also, which made her not feel so bad about keeping him waiting for an hour. He was in black dress pants and a tight, silk, dark blue shirt.
"You look beautiful," Harry breathed in awe when he saw her.
As she reached the last step he held out his hand and she took it. He bent to gently kiss the top of her hand, never breaking eye contact with her.
"You look nice too," smiled Hermione.
"I love the necklace you're wearing. It looks absolutely ravishing on you," commented Harry as he gave her a sexy grin. "Where did you get it?"
"From a special guy who loves me very much," responded Hermione as she kissed him gently on the lips. "I love it, thank you."
"Your welcome, love. So, where shall we go tonight?" asked Harry as he held out his arm to escort her with.
Hermione took Harry's arm and replied, "I like that one Muggle place located in downtown London. It has a nice restaurant on the ground floor and a night club in the basement."
"Oh yeah, that one! What's it called? Mulligans?" said Harry as he started to escort Hermione out the door.
"Yeah that's the one," answered Hermione.
"Wait a second young lady!" her mom's voice called out behind her and they both turned around. "Where are you going and when will you be back?"
"I'm going to Mulligans with Harry, mom. Don't wait up for us, we'll be back late," answered Hermione.
"Do you have your cell phone with you?" questioned her mom.
"Yes, mom," she said in an annoyed voice.
"I want you home before midnight," her mom said as she smiled at them. "Have fun you two."
"Bye mom," replied Hermione as she walked out the door pulling Harry with her.
They both climbed into the car, Hermione in the driver seat, and Harry in the passenger side. They made mild conversation on the way to the restaurant, and soon arrived at Mulligans.
"Don't move," demanded Harry as he got out of the car. He walked around to the driver's seat, opened the door, and held out his hand.
Hermione smiled, took his hand, and voiced her thanks. They walked up to the front door to the restaurant hand in hand, put in a reservation, and waited for twenty minutes until they were finally called. After they sat down, a waitress came up to them and they ordered. Hermione ordered the steak and Harry had the lamb. A man dressed in a tux and holding a violin came up to their table and started playing. When he finished the both of them clapped politely. They received their meals very quickly and ate in silence, and then after they were finished they made light conversation.
"So, you want to go dancing with me, Harry?" Hermione grinned mischievously as she dabbed the corner of her mouth with her napkin.
"Hermione, I'm not very good at dancing. How about I watch you fast dance, then I'll dance the slow ones with you?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Please? Come on you're not that bad!" pleaded Hermione as she gave him a puppy dog face.
"Oh all right, I'll dance with you and make a fool of myself. Just let me pay first," Harry surrendered as paid the waitress.
Harry got up out of his seat, offered her his hand and asked, "Shall we dance?"
Hermione grinned at him, took his hand, and the both of them walked downstairs where there was a huge party going on with rock music blasting out of the speakers and the base turned up really loud.
"Looks like everyone is celebrating your birthday, Hermione," Harry yelled over the noise. "Come on."
Harry pulled her out onto the dance floor where a whole bunch of other people were and started dancing. Hermione thought that Harry was a great fast dancer, even though he didn't think so, and started grinding with him. Harry's hands were all over her body and she loved the feeling, although she wished the hands belonged to someone else. Sweat started to form a little on Harry's brow, so she dragged him off the floor to get a drink.
"I'd like a virgin strawberry daiquiri," said Harry as he and Hermione sat down at the bar.
"I'd like the same," said Hermione to the bartender.
Harry wiped the bit of sweat off and smiled at Hermione.
"Enjoying yourself so far?" Harry asked.
"This has been the best birthday ever!" exclaimed Hermione as she leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek. "Thank you."
They received their drinks and started sipping them slowly as they watched everyone dancing. As they were both finishing up their drinks, a slow song began playing.
Harry put down his drink, held out his hand, and said, "May I have the privilege of dancing with the prettiest girl here?"
Hermione smiled, took his hand, and let him lead her out onto the dance floor. Harry's arms snaked around her waist pulling her close, and she wrapped her arms around his neck so that their cheeks were touching. She closed her eyes and breathed in Harry's scent. During the song, Harry would frequently kiss her head and her cheek sending shivers down her spine.
"Hermione," whispered Harry into her ear as he started to run his hand through her hair.
"Yes?" asked Hermione as she pulled away from him a little to look him in the eye.
"Happy birthday," said Harry as he started to lean in.
Hermione closed her eyes and her lips met with his into a passionate kiss. Their tongues battled with each other as Harry ran his hands up and down her slim body. She ran her hands through his jet black hair as they made out on the dance floor. The perfect ending to a perfect birthday.
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