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Severus watched in shock as the know-it-all muggleborn, always attached at the hip to Potter and Weasley, danced amidst the other muggles. She dipped and swayed to the beat. Her hands trailed over her own body as she moved. She would slide up against one male moving with his motions for a moment before spinning away in a graceful move to dance on her own for another moment. Watching her movements as she Undulated her hips and stomach, Severus stared, taking in the image of his former student. Black Fishnet covered her arms and torso, layered on top of a bright red bra. A short skirt rode low on her hips. More Fishnet covered her legs, disappearing into knee high boots. The woman was nothing like the girl he had taught year after year in the potions classroom AT Hogwarts.

"what are you staring at, uncle?" Draco was back. Severus groaned and pulled his attention back to his nephew.

'enjoying the view.'he answered. 'weren't you trying to get into that girl's knickers?'

"Not interested." the boy grumbled as he looked out over the dance floor. "Anything worth entertaining out there?"

Severus sipped his drink again. Yes. Hell yes. He very much wanted to know why the know-it-all Gryffindor was here in this club instead of playing wife for Weasley or freeing house elves or something. And what the name of Merlin was she wearing?

"Nope," was the answer that he gave his nephew. Draco narrowed his eyes at his uncle for a moment, before following his gaze out into the crowd.

Shaking his head and clearly not seeing whatever it was that had caught Severus' attention, Draco huffed. He might care for his nephew greatly but he couldn't deny that the boy was still a spoiled brat. If he didn't get what he wanted, when he wanted it, he was a pouty little chit.

"I'm gonna try a different bar. Clearly, the females here can't appreciate me." Draco frowned.

Severus' face didn't change. "Fine. Go."

"Well, aren't you going to come with me?" Draco looked upset but it didn't faze Severus much at all.

"Draco, I said I would take you out to a bar for your birthday. Not galavant through London trying to find a bar where some muggle woman will agree to fuck you for the night. I have taken you to a bar. If you want to continue on your quest, then have your way. I am going to finish my drink then retire before someone recognizes me or some shit." He never looked away from the dance floor. The little Gryffindor had switched partners at least three more times since he had noticed that she was there. Part of him felt incredibly dirty, watching his former student as she danced, completely unaware of his gaze upon her. Hell, she thought he had died a good three years ago.

Draco glared at his uncle before all but storming out of the pub. He would get over it, Severus had no doubt. Taking his eyes off the Granger girl for a moment, he turned to order another drink from the barkeep.

Hermione's breath came in pants. Her sides hurt from dancing non-stop, but she didn't care. She felt as alive as she could while she was on the dancefloor. She spun out of the embrace of one man and into those of another. This man was tall with dark hair. That was all she noticed. She didn't care about any other details as she moved with him to the music. His hands trailed over her body and she leaned back into him, letting the sensations work their way through her. Hot breath brushed her ear as the man bent a little so she could hear him. She couldn't of course, but she knew the words. They were the same words she had heard night after night. With a curt nod, she took his hand and allowed herself to be led from the dancefloor and out of the club.

Despite being the beginning of June, the night air was crisp and almost a shock to her overheated system. She shivered for a moment as she got used to the air outside. Neither she nor the man said a word as he pushed her up against the wall and captured her lips with his own.

He tasted like cigarettes and was wholly too eager but she didn't care. She closed her eyes and wrapped herself around him, letting him roughly grope her body. Anything to feel sensations other than those that plagued her daily life. His hands lifted her off her feet, and her legs went around his waist. He groaned as he ground his hips against her. She could feel how hard he was through the thin mesh of her fishnet tights and knickers.

Suddenly he was gone. Ripped from her so fast that she fell to the ground in a very unceremonious like manner. Dazed she shook her head several times trying to clear it and discover what was wrong. Her dance partner was being brutally beaten. Her ears rung from the bass of the club. But she could make out words concerning non-payment and what sounded like a very large amount of drugs.

Hermione tried to gather her wits and get to her feet. She needed to do something. She needed to help? Or maybe run away? She wasn't sure. She fumbled at her boot, trying to get the wand that was hidden there, but it caught on her fishnets. What was wrong with her? She never used to be this slow on the draw. She was struggling to stand and retrieve her wand when one of the assailants' eyes turned to her with a predatory gaze.

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