A/N- So this is one of my first Hermione/Draco fic, which is wierd because that's the fanfiction I read most. But I've actually been meaning to write this for a while, because I heard the song 'So She Dances' by josh Groban and it was just so beautiful I decided that I was going to base own of my stroies off of it, and this is the result. So I'm pretty sure this is going to be a three-parter but that could change at any minute. So I hope you like it, and REVIEW
Disclaimer- Guess what I'm going to say now! I do not own anything except Grey's antomy on DVD!
The music played and got me going as if it was acting as a temporary drug. Who would have known that someone so reserved in life could be so reckless when a little bit of thumping music played? But music is the only thing that gets me like this; music and him.
My obsession wish fast, gritty, techno music first started when Ginny had finally convinced me to go on a girl's night out. Usually, when Ginny suggests something as feminine as a girls night out or a sad movie marathon, I would shrug my shoulders and make any excuse not to go. But that night was different.
Harry, my boyfriend, and I had just gotten in a huge fight. He wanted to get married, but I thought it was too soon, and it really was. We had been only dating for about three months at the time. And our relationship wasn't exactly the smoothest of ships. He had told me that it was time to settle down and start more relaxed, controlled life; a life that was filled with no battles or surprises. But that wasn't what I wanted.
My whole life I've spent my time following people on their adventures. From my first year at Hogwarts to the final battle; none of the fight was all fully mine. So that's what drove me to the club that night; not bitterness to my boyfriend, or the will to feel a little sexier, but the desperation to have my own adventure. And what an adventure I would find.
The club was a dark smoky place with a lusty Spanish feeling that hung in the air. It was exactly the kind of place where adventures were born. At first I felt uncomfortable, but after a shot in my system the night started to look more promising. And then the music started, and the bodies started moving. People's hips swayed rhythmically to the hot Latin beat and I started feeling myself being more drawn to the dance floor by the minute.
Bumping and grinding, flesh on flesh, and bodies glowing in the dims lights. There was nothing like that first high of dancing on the hard wooden dance floor at 'La Casa Del Diablo'. Was it the work of the devil that gave me such passion in that first dance? I was in his house and his dance filled my senses until I didn't even know what I was doing.
That night I danced with passion that I didn't even know I had. My body swayed back and forth to the rhythm, and as my number of partners increased so did my excitement. Harry had never made me feel like this, and I didn't think that he ever would. Harry had always hated dancing. The only time that I had ever seen him ever attempt was at Bill and Fleur's wedding, and even them his attempt was pathetic at the most. But the men here danced as if they had been doing it since they were born. They're hips rolled and gyrated like they were moving at there own accord.
But none of the men here ever seemed to fit me. The many times I went back after that one night I danced with almost every normal patron, but none of them fit me. They were too tall, or to short, or just plain to wild. They were all like Harry. They fit ok, like a circle in an oval, but none of them fit to me exactly right.
I went back to that club every weekend after that night. And unfortunately Harry did not approve which led to our inevitable break-up; in the end though I wasn't very heartbroken. The dancing covered up any pain I ever had. Or at least it did until one night in June. That is a night when dancing wasn't the least of my worries.
It was an extra special night at the club. The energy hung in the air as I stood in the back room that had been turned into a make-shift dressing room. Tonight was going to be the night I was finally let it all hang out for the world to see. It was some sort of anniversary of the bars founding and they had asked me, being such a usual dancer, to have a special performance. At first I had been a little resistant. I didn't dance for other people. Who did they think I was a hooker? But after a little hesitation my favorite bartender, an old crony named Mike, finally convinced me to do it as long as I got to pick the outfit, song, and style of music.
So there I was in the middle of a dance floor crowded with men and women circling me. A soft, steady, slow beat started playing and at that moment all thoughts flew straight out of my head. My hips rocked to their own accord and the cheers coming from the crowd only egged me on more until I finally got into my full own dance, and then I was not alone.
A man, not much taller than me, had me in his arms. The sheer shock of it threw me for a minute that I stopped; stopped the passion that was rushing through my veins and the rhythm in my hips. And then I felt his hands touched my hips and a bolt of electricity rushed through me and sent all of the passion back into my reality. And I continued dancing. And the crowd cheered louder.
The music began at a faster pace, and our hips moved together as if they were made to be. I couldn't see the man's face, seeing as he was behind me, but I knew that he had the same look of intensity that I had on my face. And then he was spinning me around and around and the ecstasy was building up in me like an orgasm about to be released.
And then my world stopped for a moment as I looked into the face of the man I was dancing with. His grey eyes burned into my souls and have never stopped haunting my dreams since that moment. He looked slightly familiar; like an old friend that I had never reunited with. His face gave me comfort as we began to do a sort of fast pace waltz. My throat filled with a rich laughter as he dipped me low. And then the song ended and he released me. The world around me changed. The music was no longer enticing if I wasn't dancing with him and the world wasn't as warm when I wasn't in his arms.
As we exited the dance floor our hands brushed, and another bolt caused me took look up into those enticing eyes of his and the recognition filled me. My child-hood nemesis, my teenage tormenter, and a man who had disappeared fully in the war; Draco Malfoy was the one who I fit with.