And the beat goes on Chapter 1: Leather and lace, a harry potter fanfic

This is revamped, set in chapters now. Hope it makes it easier to read.

This is a songfic to three different songs. Check out the warnings because there are a few.

D/c: Harry Potter people belong to JKR.
D/c 2: Dance Floor Anthem by Good Charlotte.
D/c 3: Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy.
D/c 4: You and your hand by Pink.

WARNINGS: Casual sex, some language, cheating, drinking, sad, not a happy ending really. HG and DG. (I hate Harry and Ginny, but it was important for the story.)

That should cover it. Sorry if it doesn't. Please don't flame me. I hope you like it.

Enjoy.
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His tan hand closed over her pale arm and she met his eyes calmly. She shook her head to his questioning look. He knew that she hid skin tight clothes under her long jacket.

"Where are you going?" He asked softly, although he knew exactly what she'd say.

"Dancing." She answered, blinking her bright eyes at him innocently. A few strands of bright red hair fell in her eyes and he brushed it away with a silent, pleading look. "You don't have to worry, I promise." She kissed him gently and pulled from his grip. His bright green eyes followed her out the door.

Harry stared at the roses on the table beside the windowed door and watched as they wilted before his eyes. He'd given her the world and she wanted more. What else could he do but let her leave when she wanted? Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he adjusted his glasses and retreated into the house.

Ginny watched through the windows, unbeknownst to him, and sadly bowed her head in shame as the promise flowers wilted quickly. Sure she loved him, but it was too much to be committed. She wanted to play, to mess around and have fun. She didn't want to be claimed as one person's possession, she wanted freedom. So she left him to go dance and grind and have her way with whatever may come to her.

She's going out to forget they were together,
All that time he was taking her for granted.
She wants to see if there's more
Then he gave she's looking for...

She walked through the darkening streets heading toward her favourite dance place. She got an offer for a ride but declined (not so politely) and went on her way. Her thoughts were running in circles. How often did Harry come after her when she left? Never. He always trusted her, even when he knew he shouldn't, and for some reason it infuriated her.

Walking into the door of the club, she breathed in the musty, sweat smelling air and sighed contentedly. Was it bad that she felt at home here? She felt the beat through her feet and grinned a bit.

He calls her up,
He's trippin' on the phone now,
He doesn't want her out there and alone now,
He knows she's moving it,
Knows she's using it,
Now he's loosing it
She don't care.

Her mood was quickly doused however, when she heard the tiny ring from her side. She had gotten one of those muggle phone things a while back. They were kind of useful, she could talk to people without sticking her head in a fireplace. The only problem was that you could never hear the person properly. So naturally, she'd enchanted the thing to allow her to hear no matter what. The device in the pocket of her jacket sang it's little tune and she pulled it out. Harry's name danced over the screen and she opened it.

"What?" She demanded, a bit too harshly.

"Please come back Ginny, I'll make you a nice dinner, I'll get you anything you want, just please come home. I don't want you with all those other people that want nothing more than to get in your pants." She thought he sounded pathetic and it angered her. She was a big girl, she could do whatever she wanted. Sure she wanted him to follow her and care a little bit, but she didn't want to feel like just an object.

"I want to dance, baby. Just let me have a few hours, okay?" She asked in a sweet voice, while batting her eyelashes at a tall brunette by the bar. Harry sighed dejectedly and hung up. Ginny stored away her phone and hung her coat on the back of a chair at one of the tables.

"Care for a drink?" The brunette asked, offering her something that she wasn't quite sure of. It had a strange colour, so she shook her head.

"Dance." She replied and disappeared into the crowd.

Everybody,
Put up your hands, say:
"I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna be in love."
Feel the beat now,
If you've got nothing left, say:
"I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna be in love."
Back it up now,
You've got a reason to live, say:
"I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna be in love."
Feelin' good now,
Don't be afraid to get down, say:
"I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna be in love!"

Pale skin glimmered with sweat drops. Freckles kissed the tight flesh, disappearing under her clothes teasingly. She knew what the boys wanted, and she knew how to tease them. She may have been the youngest in her family, but she was not a little girl anymore. No, Ginny Weasley was a woman, just on the edge of legal and flaunting every second of it.

She rocked her hips to the steady beat in the packed night club. Unable to tell who was touching her or on who's chest her hands were roaming, she danced on, lost in the music and feelings of ecstasy. Her bright red hair was pulled back in a loose bun, the tips sticking to the back of her sweaty neck. She wore a deep red leather tube top that threatened to fall at any moment, but clung tightly to her, acting as a second skin. A black, shining skirt rode up close to the lace panties that just showed when she bent over a bit too far.

Smoke and alcohol haze filled the room and Ginny's head was spinning from both dehydration and drinks. She danced her way to the bar and back onto the floor time and time again.

Ginny felt strong arms wrap tightly around her waist and spin her around to face the owner. Pressing herself up against his hard body, she couldn't very well focus on the face, and it didn't help that his left hand was inching under her skirt as he pulled her as close as he possibly could, claiming her from the entire crowd as his own. His pants were just as tight as her top and the black leather matched the material of her skirt. Merlin only knew how he could move or breath in clothes like that. He wore a normal cotton shirt, although small enough to cling to his sweating skin.

He was always givin' her attention,
Working hard to find the things she mentioned.
He was dedicated.
By most sucka's hated.
That girl was fine,
But she didn't appreciate him.

She calls him up she's trippin' on the phone now,
He had to get up and he ain't comin home now.
She's tryin' to forget him,
And the salary come with him,
When he first met her,
When they first got together...

Ginny knew what this guy wanted. She didn't know him, she didn't know really what was going on around her at the moment, but her mind found it's way to Harry. Did she really like him, or was it just the things he bought her, the time he gave her and the money that was there? Ginny wasn't thinking very straightly, but she had a feeling that something was going to happen tonight and someone would be upset.

Did she want to tell Harry it was over? Did she really want to end this? Maybe the alcohol was talking, but there seemed to be a connection to the young man breathing her air at the moment. She knew that Harry could sense her thoughts at this moment. Call it an attraction, but she knew that he'd be crying. Her thoughts sank away and she somehow knew that tonight was going to change her.

To the beat,
To the beat,
To the beat...

You got nothing to lose,
Don't be afraid to get down.

Thick fingers toyed with the lacy line of cloth along her arse, begging to go under. Ginny pulled away gently and smirked, leaving after one lingering beat and disappearing into the crowd. The boy ran a hand through his tousled, sticky hair and watched for the gorgeous woman, without success. Looking down, he noticed a paper shoved into his hand. Pushing out of the crowd on the thumping dance floor he leaned on the bar, skimming the note written in loopy red writing.

Find me.

He stared up at the high ceiling to the flashing strobe lights and fog machines for a moment before deciding that he needed to find that girl, needed to touch her again, to see her, to at least get her name! Something about her sparked his memory, but since the fall of Voldemort, there was chaos in the wizarding world. The final battle had wound up with more missing persons and dead than any other battle in wizarding history. Since then, nothing had really been the same and most people lost their connections with one another. Draco had begun to visit the muggle world recently, trying to take his mind off his father's death and his mother's abandonment. He'd figured out that there were quite a few desperate muggle girls at dance clubs. Now that his father was gone, he had no objection to the muggle world, in fact, it interested him a bit.

We break up it's something that we do now,
Everyone has got to do it sometime.
It's okay,
Let it go,
Get out there and find someone.

It's too much to be trippin' on the phone here.
Get off the wire,
You know everything is good here.
Stop what you're doin',
You don't wanna ruin,
The chance that you got to
Find a new one.

She did it, she gave him the note. He was going to come find her now and she knew she'd be too out of it to think logically. She snagged her phone from her jacket and slinked outside. Before she registered what was happening, his voice was on the other end of the phone, in tears.

"What did I do? What more do you want? There's nothing that you don't have that I can't get you." He said sadly. She sighed.

"What I want, money can't buy. I love you." She sniffled a bit and hung up the phone. She came back in the door, put away the phone and searched for the blonde again. He was looking for her and there was no use crying over Harry. It was time to move on to something more. She wanted adventure and what better way to get it?

Right now, Draco was bound and determined to find the red headed goddess. Scanning the crowd he searched for the red and black, feeling very lightheaded. No wonder really, he'd been here for hours and had sweated out what felt like all the water in his body. The leather pants really didn't help either.

A flash of red and Draco was in pursuit of the her. He wove through the crowd and barely caught her arm before she ducked behind someone else. She didn't object as he drew her closer. He pulled her as close as he could, holding her hand tightly, not wanting her to escape again.

He watched her as she tried to focus on him and realized that she was drunk. She wore bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner that made her look absolutely stunning. He held her hips and noticed for the first time that she had fishnets making crisscrossing black lines across her pale legs, all the way down to her black heeled shoes that had straps looping around her foot and ankle. He was never going to forget the look of her, no matter how long he lived, that was for sure. With those shoes on, she was about level height with him, only looking up into his eyes slightly. He bent his head a bit and bit her neck, making her arch into him, exactly what he wanted. If she would have pulled back, he'd know she didn't want to be with him, but she was teasing and he loved it.

Draco held up her note and raised an eyebrow. She grinned a bit and tilted her head questioningly. She wanted to know what he wanted from her. Draco knew exactly what he wanted, but for some reason, something about this girl kept him from dragging her to a hotel room and shagging her senseless. He was somehow able to hold back, maybe because she looked as though she might be underage. Her fingers toyed with the bottom hem of his shirt and he could barely resist her. He pressed his chest to her, rocking against her as she swung to the pounding music.

Thick eyelashes blinked up at him and she glanced to the doorway. He pulled her with him, through the people to the exit. They were lucky that no one stopped them. Once they hit the crisp air outside and the door shut behind them, she held her head for a moment.

"How old are you?" That probably shouldn't have been his first question, but Draco didn't want trouble.

"Old enough." She answered defiantly. She twirled her thumbs around his and stared into his eyes. Draco couldn't resist anymore, those eyes were just too devious, those lips too tempting. He pressed his lips against hers gently, waiting for a response. She held for a moment before pulling away, just as his tongue poked at her mouth, begging for entrance.

"Let's dance." She said, tugging toward the doors again, but he held her tighter.

"Yes let's." He raised his eyebrows suggestively and smirked. She searched his eyes for a moment before pulling away from him and shaking her head.

Ginny ducked back in the door and reappeared with her jacket a moment later. She looked for the blonde boy, but he was gone. Sighing, she opened her phone and dialed Harry again.

"Hey baby. Can you come get me?"

"What for?" Came the spiteful voice from the other end. Ginny's eyes went wide. Being a creature of habit, she'd dialed for him and forgotten about earlier. She wasn't his anymore.

No,
No...

Now you know what to do,
So come on
Feelin' good...

"Oh... I'm sorry." She hung up without another word. Harry felt like a jerk, but refused to come get her if she was with someone else. Sure he cared and didn't want her to get hurt, but he was bitter and feeling used right now and didn't want to hear her crap.

Ginny bit her lip and went back inside, ready to drink more and forget the entire night.