She'd had a very long day and just wanted to have a good time and not think about anything. She knew the perfect thing.

Putting on her black mini skirt, silver glittery, strappy, top and back stilettos, Hermione rang up her best friend Ginny.

'Come on. You've wanted to get out for ages. Now you have the chance you're going to bail on me?' She couldn't believe the red-headed spit fire that was always up for a night out was bailing on her.

'Sorry Hermione but Harry's over. You know what that means. I haven't seen him in almost a month. He's in the bedroom now, gotta go, bye.'

She hung up on me; I can't believe she hung on me. And ditched me…for Harry. Who cares if he's her boyfriend? Argh. Fine, I'll just go on my own then.

Making her way down the street she spotted it. The newest club on the block. She hadn't been to one in a while and was a bit nervous.

'Hey Seamus, how're ya doing?' He was one of the bouncers. Hermione was happy to see someone she knew.

'Oh hey 'Mione. I'm good thanks. And you? Haven't seen you in a while.'

'Yeh, been busy with work and all that. Just out to have some fun now' She said while winking at her friend. She wasn't quite sure why she did that and shook her head on the way in.

This isn't so bad. Very lively. Just what I need. Now, time to get down to business.

She walked over to the bar and ordered a double vodka and coke. It was gone within two mouthfuls and she proceeded to weave her way to the centre of the dance floor. In a matter of seconds she had mastered the beat and was swaying her hips to the song (Temperature by Sean Paul) she soon had guys coming up to her and attempting to dance with her.

Okay then boys, let's makes this interesting.

She began to dance faster and faster to see who could keep up with her. One by one the men dropped to the side to see who would be able to keep up with this dancing temptress.

Soon enough there was one man left. Hermione hadn't quite been able to see him. He got behind her, firmly, yet calmly, placing his hands on her hips and moved to the beat at the same speed and rhythm and she was. She was impressed to say the least and a bit woozy from the alcohol and dancing. As the crowd had started to disperse again to their own dancing she faltered slightly.

Oh god, now it's gone to my head. But he's an amazing dancer. And those strong arms…god they feel so good.

As Hermione faltered, the guy tightened his grip around her and carried on dancing. He wasn't going to let her go anytime soon. And she certainly wasn't complaining. Raising her hands she wrapped them round his neck, swaying with him.

'You're a wonderful dancer. Not many can keep up with me' she complimented, hoping to hear his voice.'

'Thank you,' he whispered into her ear, 'I can most definitely say the same for you. I was forced to take dancing lessons when I was younger. I guess they've paid off'

I know that voice. But where from? I have to know who he is.

As if hearing her thoughts, he suddenly pulled away and by the time Hermione had turned around, he had gone. Now she had no hope of finding him. There were about 100 guys surrounding her dancing. It could have been any one of them.

Sighing, she decided to go home. Dancing with anyone else just be boring compared to this guy.