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Silver Gaze

Chapter 1

Sweat and booze

Hermione glared at the creamy white sludge in a bowl next to her. She had been in bed for the majority of the day, and even declined the invitation to go to the Weasley's house for dinner. She really loved The Burrow, but couldn't bring herself to spend hours at a time with the people she loved because she didn't want to bring them down. Her negative remarks and looks were enough to do that. She missed Ron and Harry. She hadn't seen them for 2 weeks.

"Hermione! Your ice cream melted completely!" Ginny said as she plopped down at the end of the bed," How long are you going to stay there? We're all starting to worry about you; Ron, Harry, and I. Mum said she's going to bring you a pie! She hasn't baked a pie since Ron became head boy." Ginny felt that Hermione was becoming depressed; sitting in bed all day reading. She needed to go have fun and get her mind off of things. She didn't know a stupid boy could drive Hermione this far, she always had confidence. What had that prick Derk done anyway? Ginny didn't know anything but was hoping to find out soon so she could beat that poor toad's—

"Ginny, what happened?" Ginny had just felt the look on her face, she looked like she was going to smash the teacup to pieces right on the nightstand with the way she was staring at it.

"I'm sorry, I just... was thinking." Ginny looked over at the picture of the trio on the wall and was glad Hermione had three shoulders to lean on, but she was really the only one that knew what Hermione needed to do to get better."Come on, we're going out." Ginny walked over to the closet and opened it, then pulled out a turquoise dress with ribbon coming from the back. It was the kind of dress that would be worn by girls who didn't want to reveal themselves. This was a definite no. Ginny browsed through the sweaters and dull clothes and asked with a huff, "Hermione, honestly, do you not have anything that will show your body? You have a beautiful figure and you need to show it off. You dress like a grandmother! I think it's time we did some shopping, but I'll be the one choosing what you're going to wear." Ginny began shuffling through the clothes again, it all appalled her.

"Ginny, I'm not completely ignorant. I do have a little bit of style. move over." Hermione got up quickly and pulled out a red dress from the top of the closet. It was strapless and form fitting, perfect for the occasion, and it couldn't be any longer than her knees. It was made of a stretchy sort of material. The color reminded her of the Gryffindor flag: it had an orange shimmer. "I don't think a grandmother would wear this." Hermione showed Ginny a proud look and ushered her to the door. "Now let me get this on."

Ginny stood outside the door and impatiently tapped her foot. She knew hermione had it, she just needed someone to push it out of her. "Make sure you wear those black heels I saw in your closet!"

She could hear shuffling and Hermione's yelling from the other side of the door, "Where are we going, anyway? I haven't much money and there aren't many things to do here in London. Only a few clubs and a bar."

Hermione opened the door and turned her back to Ginny, "Do me up."

"Hermione! A club is perfect!" Ginny had a feeling this night was going to be great.

When they arrived, they immediately heard blaring music coming from the inside of the dark building they got dropped off at. The trip there wasn't that great, considering they had to ride in a taxicab with a chauffeur that kept his eyes on ginny and not the road, but they were both hoping the experience would get better. It was a dark night with a full moon peeking over of the gray clouds. The full moon reminded Hermione of Professor Lupin during their third year at Hogwarts. Then she thought of Ron and was wondering if he was doing okay. After the kiss during their sixth year, their relationship went back to the way it had always been. With Ron , it was like she wanted something she couldn't have, and when she got him, she wanted him back as a friend. She felt bad about doing that to him, but she felt it was best for both of them.

"Come on, Hermione, let's go inside!" Ginny took Hermione's arm and they walked into the room that smelled of sweat and perfumes. It was very warm, and on the verge of feeling like a sauna. the music was so loud that Hermione could barely hear her thoughts. All she wanted to do was get out of the house, but now she wanted to get out of here!

"Ginny, I'm grabbing a drink! I need to relax!" Hermione surveyed her unfamiliar surroundings. Right through the front doors and all the way at the back of the room was a square bar that was about 20 feet across. Hermione's eyes filtered through the crowd and she started her way to the long bar. Shouting "excuse me" and "sorry", she brushed against a dancing mob of bodies and nearly tripped on a lump on the ground. It was a man, laying horizontal with the bar that was only a few feet away.

"Hey sugar, how ab-bout you come d-down here and join me," The man slurred as he grabbed Hermione's ankle.

"Get off of me you—you ass!" Hermione kicked his hand away. She then stepped over his body and sat at a stool nearest to the middle of the bar. She looked down at the glass top of the bar and saw coasters advertising some sort of alcoholic beverage muggles drink. "Why not..." She thought to herself.

"I'll have this!" She yelled, pointing and waving at the coaster she held up.

The bartender looked over and got a sarcastic look on his face, "Great idea!" Hermione saw him disappear behind the counter and she observed the other loners at the bar. To the left of Hermione was a man who had had way too many drinks and was now flirting with a barmaid, who was flashing her assets, and didn't seem to mind. To the right, a couple was eating each other's faces out, completely ignoring the provided peanuts at the bar. Straight ahead was a man wearing a hood. His mysterious eyes were glistening from the overhead bar lights.