A/N - I was listening to AC/DC's Rock and Roll Train on the way home from work this morning and this image of Hermione letting loose and rocking out popped into my head. I didn't want to write a crack-fic and couldn't figure how she would get into a situation where she could let loose like that. Then it hit me, Ginny would be the only person capable of dragging her out to a place where she could break out of her self-imposed shell. So here it is, just a little one shot, hope you enjoy. XD

"Ginny where are you taking me?"

Ginny turned and gave her hesitant questioning friend a sly grin. "Don't worry about it Hermione you're going to like it, trust me."

Hermione let herself be dragged along; they were weaving through the warehouse district of London in search of this muggle club that Ginny had heard about while shopping around Diagon Alley.

It was just the two of them since Ron and Harry were away on a training exercise with other new aurors, she had to admit it was kind of nice to just have a girls night out; it was her first really and she had no idea what to expect.

"There it is!" Exclaimed Ginny tugging her towards a short queue of people outside a warehouse that looked just like all the others.

Stepping into the back of the line Hermione felt self-conscious; Ginny had told her to dress for comfort so she had just tossed on her favorite pair of jeans and an old purple t-shirt. All the girls in the queue had on either a short skirt or skin tight pants, even Ginny had forgone her usual jeans/t-shirt casual and had met Hermione in a dark blue skirt with knee high black boots and a sleeveless green blouse.

"Are you sure I shouldn't go back and change?" She whispered into Ginny's ear feeling like everyone's eyes were on her.

"Your fine." She replied rolling her eyes. "But…this has got to come down."

She snaked around Hermione grabbed the scrunchy in her hair and pulled it off, letting the entire thick brown mane loose.

Hermione screeched, causing a few people to turn and look at them. "Give me that back; I am not going in there with my hair down!" She hissed, turning a pretty shade of pink.

Ginny just laughed. "Nope, not gonna give it back and yes you are. Just run your hands through it a couple of times and you'll be fine."

Gritting her teeth she tried to comb as much of her bushy hair into order as she could with her fingers. Without a mirror she could only hope it wasn't to wild. If Ron didn't like my hair so much I would cut it all off.

The people in front of them were being waved inside so she and Ginny stepped forward. A tall well muscled man was standing at the door hooking and unhooking a red velvet rope as he decided who was worthy to go in and who stayed outside.

Ginny planted her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrow and exuding all the attitude her tiny frame could muster; which is to say quite a bit. The bouncer glanced at her and cracked a grin, then moved on to Hermione his eyes traveling up and down her body like he was Ollivander inspecting a newly made wand.

Hermione blushed furiously when he winked at her and with a clank removed the velvet rope. "You two have fun tonight." He said in a deep baritone.

Ginny grabbed her hand and rushed through the door and into a long black hall that was dimly lit with sporadic lights. "Told you!" She gloated, looking over her shoulder at the still embarrassed Hermione.

"Damnit Ginny that was humiliating!" She yelled as the music from the club increased with each hurried step.

Sticking her tongue out in reply Ginny opened the door at the end of the hall bombarding them with deep bass beats and slick guitar riffs mixed with half-heard conversations.

Lights flashed and strobed over the crowd as people danced and moved around. A single long bar ran along the far wall where a throng of people waited to be served. "Ginny?" Hermione yelled into her ear. "What are we doing here?"

Ginny just grinned, squeezed her hand and pulled her through the crowd driving her way through tiny gaps until they were both near the center of the dance floor. Hermione felt claustrophobic in the press of bodies, they all moved and pushed against her; she was scared.

She let go of Ginny's hand for just a moment to brush a lock of hair from her face and realized that her friend had drifted away and was lost to her in the moving masses. Oh hell. Ron, Harry why did I come without you?

She looked around to try and find the fiery red-head when the band on stage caught her eye. The lead singer seemed to be a little older than her and had a black and white guitar slung over his shoulder, fingers expertly coaxing the strings into a hypnotic rhythm; his voice washed over anyone listening like the ocean lapping at the shore.

Hermione stood entranced by the man, he was nothing special but seemed to have his own magic that was being cast on the crowd, soon she realized she was tapping her foot and nodding her head to the beat.

Her body began to sway, hips making small figure eights as the band started a new song. Half-lidded eyes closed completely and her arms raised, wrist crossed behind her head Hermione lost herself in the music.

All the worries of starting a new job at the ministry, the small arguments with Ron, years of being just mousy old book-worm Hermione fled in the face of the heavy intoxicating beat; she was just one more person in the crowd, no responsibilities and no rules.

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It wasn't until much later that she felt a hand grip her arm and her eyes popped open to see a grinning Ginny. Tugging she led her again through the crowd to a vacant spot along the wall next to the bar. "Having fun?" She asked pressing her lips to Hermione's ear.

Blushing Hermione nodded raking her fingers through her sweat damp hair. "Can we get a drink?" She yelled back.

Ginny laughed and led her to the crowded bar, this was going to be a great night.