Yay thanks to all of you who reviewed! yea i just noticed that the chapter selection said the silhouette, and the story said lunar 5012...well it was supposed to be the silhouette, my bad! lol and to answer a question...stripperobics is pole dancing for exercise...not for money. lol heres another chapteroo!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs or is involved with Harry Potter. I also do not own Beauty and the Beast or anything that belongs or is involved with the Walt Disney corporation. (Except the movies, games, etc. etc.)

The Greatest Gift

Chapter 4: Something in the air

Hermione turned on the cd player for a song. She turned on her favorite new song, "Bossy" by Kelis. Hermione walked sexily towards the gleaming pole, put her hands on it and spun around. She then went down on the pole, and back up while doing the booty hop. (like popping ur butt out) Hermione kicked up one leg and wrapped it high on the pole, then wrapped her other leg around and hung upside down. She pulled herself so she was at the top of the pole and slid down, and threw her head back.

For Draco, this had to be the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.

'Note to self...whoever invented this, send gifts too.' He thought in his head, the one upstairs.

While the one downstairs, was starting to rise up a little bit. He couldn't help it , she was just so hot!

Hermione started to grind against the pole. Her hands went to the pole grabbed it and flung herself upside down. Her gorgeous legs went into a straddle, then went straight up in the air and twisted. In a split second she spun down the stripper's pole. Hermione was getting really comfortable with him sitting there behind the silhouette, but she wanted to see him.

Draco started seeing her walk further away from that glorious pole. Soon she came out from the silhouette, and strutted her stuff towards him.

"Now why don't you where that to school?" asked Draco jokingly. (is that a word)

"Oh shut up," smirked Hermione.

"Did you just smirk my smirk?"

"So what if I did? What are you gonna do?" she pouted while still looking sexy. "Are you gonna spank me?" Hermione sat on his waist and rubbed her ass against his cock. Which was like 10 inches! "Ooo big boy."

Draco grabbed her waist and started to rock with her. She arched her back forward and he could see her blue thong hanging out. He decided to grab the strings and move them around. Hermione let out a little moan. She put one leg over his head, so that she was facing him. They were staring eye-to-eye for what seemed like forever. Lost in each other's presence.

Intuitively, they both leaned forward. Inch by inch, as though magnets were inside both of them. Pulling them together, until they could feel each other's breaths.

Hermione put her hands around his neck, while Draco wrapped his arms around her waist. Then the two magnets collided. With all the passion in the world. Draco pulled her closer to him. The kiss was getting more intense by the second. Draco bit gently on her lip, asking for entrance. He was granted. Their tongues battled, but after a while Draco one. She could feel his smirk. They kissed like there was no time, no yesterday, today or tomorrow. His hands were everywhere on her body. But after about five minutes into the kiss, Hermione slowly backed away.

"It's time to eat…."she saw his face,"….I meant eat supper."

"Oh I'm sure."

"It's true, we are having Italian pasta."

She got off his lap and walked to her bathroom. Before she got there, she turned around and blew him a kiss.

'Oooo you like her you love her!' said a singsong voice in his head.

'So.'

Hermione changed into her pajama's which were blue with white swirls.

She had on a cami, some lounge pants and black slippers. It was about 6:00, when they sat down and ate. Draco was still wearing the clothes he had on before.

The table had a little fiber optic christmas tree on it, with the lights changing color all the time. It was nothing romantic, but there was something in the air. They chatted about little things. Like what all the stuff does. Draco was so amazed how everything worked. He didn't know muggles could think of such stuff, without using magic. There was a little flirtation between the two teens. A tiny game of footsie was going on under the table for a while. None of them said anything about it, because it just felt natural. When they finished eating their pasta, they cleared the table. Hermione washed the dishes while Draco dried them. They went to go sit on the couch in the living room. It was silent for a few moments, but then Hermione broke the silence.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked carefully.

"Yeah sure," he replied.

"I was wondering if you could tell me about your family," she asked as though she would get in trouble for asking such a question.

He was speechless, and not in a good way. Like he was hiding something.

"Never mind, forget it. You don't have to say anything."

"No Hermione it is ok. It's just hard, because I've had some hideous memories. You don't know what it's like being the son of a Death Eater. Everyone is expecting you to be the same or more. If I decide not to join the Dark Lord, it could be bad. I never wanted to be a part of that. I think my father knew that, so he pushed me harder to be exactly like him. I had to be perfect. I had to hate anyone who wasn't a Slytherin. Like you, I never wanted to be horrible to you. I had to be, because of the stupid fucking Malfoy reputation. I had to live up to that reputation. I had no choice. I've never hated you, I wanted to get to know you. But with my father, that wouldn't be the wisest thing to do. I never wanted to leave Hogwarts. I remember when I was little, my mother said the wrong thing to my father, and he slapped her."

Hermione gasped, "That's horrible."

"That's not even the just of it. Father slapped me across the face, because I was playing with a stray dog. He said that Malfoys do not play and run around with such vile creatures. Something bad happened like everyday. But I think the worst one was when he choked my mother. My mother and I were in the kitchen making supper, she was teaching me how she made her special cake. But Father always thought that the house elves did it. He said that was the only thing that the elves were good for. When he found out that Narcissa, my mother, had been cooking he flipped. Supposedly she was not allowed to cook. He disobeyed him. He was so furious, he grabbed her around the neck and…and…"

Hermione was crying, and Draco was on the verge. "You can stop you know."

"Well I'm glad he's in Azkaban. I hope he dies there for what he's done. That is my family. Lovely aren't they? But my mother was kind and caring, but Father was just an asshole."

Hermione crawled towards him on the couch, and wrapped her arms around him. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, but Draco turned his face and it landed on his soft lips. It seemed to go on forever. It was a gentle kiss, one that you could get lost in.

But then Hermione broke it, "I'm so sorry. I-I-I never knew."

"It's ok, you are the only one who knows."

"Do you want to watch a movie?" she asked him.

"What the hell is a movie?"

She laughed, "It's like tv, but you can watch it whenever you want."

He still looked confused.

"Just watch. It's my favorite movie, Beauty and the Beast."

After the movie, Hermione fell asleep on Draco's chest.

Next chapter coming soon to a computer near you. I think that is the one with the hottest club ever (that I totally made up lol) lunar 5012. Next update mite be a while, cuz I have play practice all this week I'll try tho. Peace out nuthin but love!

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