Hey guys, this fic is literally going to just be smutty. Why? because I have a problem and you guys are not helping the situation! The first two chapters will be no smut because I just cant start a story with HG already having a dick in her mouth, lets build up to that.
Hermione was in love with New York! It was so refreshing being around so much hectic energy, compared to the rigidity in England. She was secretly happy Harry, and Ron was busy with pro-Quidditch trials, or they would surely be along with her on this adventure in America. Don't get the witch wrong; she loved her best friends like brothers; however, she would rather visit museums and shop than spend the entire week stuck arguing with the boys on what to do. Hermione was currently enjoying a beautiful Saturday night in downtown New York, her great aunt lived in the inner city and after many pushes from her Aunt Martha did she finally agree to explore the city. She decided to enjoy a nice dinner and walk the busy streets as she window shopped, and people watched. Unfortunately, Hermione didn't know where she was and was quite grateful to pass a sign that stated she was in the SoHo district. She's noticed that Americans seemed to be late to everything or rude to everyone, or maybe that was just New Yorkers?
Hermione passes a narrow alley before retracing her steps and peering down the separate building. She was first attracted to the shop because upon passing she noticed a faint shimmer of securing ward. Upon closer examination did the witch see that the tiny shop was, in fact, a wizard bar.
" The Ouroboros," she mutters to herself as she takes in the building before. The front wasn't very welcoming, although she knew many wizard establishments of seedy reputation desired this look. The building is covered in an unflattering lay of red brick with a black snake devouring its own tail magically rotated on the hard stone with glittering crystal eyes. The door to the bar was closed and covered in what seemed to be Greek runes for protection and discretions. This only piked Hermione Grangers curiosity and she stares at the rotating snake in introspection as she ran her fingers over her velvet rose pink babydoll dress.
She was sure the best option would be to turn around an go back to her Muggle Aunt's swanky apartment, order takeout and Netflix her muggle tendencies away. However, she knew this place would stay burned in her mind until she at least had a peek inside. It's not like anyone in America knows who she was or the part she played in the second wizarding war. With those words, the intrigued witch pushes the heavy door open before entering the dark establishment for a drink.
Unfortunately for Hermione Granger, someone did notice as she entered the bar and this dark wizard wasn't one to allow such coincidences to pass by unturned. Blaise Zabini, being the ever astute wizard that he was, instantly ordered the imperiused muggle limo driver to stop abruptly by the empty street across from where he first glimpsed the alluring witch. Zabini gets on the shiny limo before brushing his black suit and staring at the diminutive alley with an inquiring look that the dark-skinned wizard was known for.
Draco Malfoy opened his silver eyes at the stopping of the vehicle and rustled movement of his best friend. He pushes two sultry looking veela away from kissing his pale neck and open chest with throaty giggles. The two beautiful women shrug before grabbing a bottle of champagne and pouring glasses. Malfoy follows Zabini out of the limo, before staring in the direction the Italian Wizard was currently looking towards. Draco stares in confusion before saying. " We went to Ouroboros last week. Beside the huge party isn't until next weekend. I thought we were going to Magalia's ?"
Blaise Zabini rips his eyes from the bar and looks down at the shorter wizard with a look of want. " I do believe that I just witnessed Hermione Granger enter Ouroboros," Zabini smiles at the wide eyes of Malfoy before turning back across the street. Malfoy runs his hands through his silver hair as shakes his head.
" No way, that would just be too perfect. I'm sure she had Potty and the Weasel with her, those gits never let her out of their sight... If it really was her I mean." , Malfoy says as he leaned on the black limo.
"I didn't see Potter or Weasley, and I assure you I can pick Granger out from a pack of witches with just her hair alone. Trust me Hermione Granger is in that bar right now... alone", Zabini extends his arm as he stares at his best friend with an arrogantly raised brow. Malfoy flicks his eyes between Zabini and the bar before finally giving in to this dark desires. The silver wizard lowers his head into the limo, " Sorry ladies but there seems to be a change of plans. Something came up that we would be idiots not to pursue. No hard feelings now, I'm sure you both would have been a great lay", he smiles before grabbing the open bottle of champagne and closing the door on the stunned veela women. He pounds his fist on the limo's roof, and the dark wizards stare at the vehicle as it continues towards the New York traffic. Malfoy takes a grand swing of the bubbly drink before passing it to Blaise Zabini with a predatorial smile.
"Let us go make sure that Miss Granger in enjoying her visit in New York, shall we ?", Malfoy holds out his hand towards The Ouroboros.
Blaise Zabini smiles sinisterly as we made the first step across the street. "I thought you would never ask, good friend."