A/N: Here's the next chapter… I hope you like it, let me know what you think!


Draco stood by the bar, waiting for Harriet to come back from the bathroom. He had never waited for a girl in the whole month he had been here, trying to forget, it had been too much effort, too much time by himself. Instant gratification had been so much better, he had just moved on to the next available girl, losing himself in the alcohol and the adrenaline of the chase.

There was something strange about this girl. He saw in a detached way how attractive she was, and his body certainly thought so as well, but he wasn't tempted to suggest they go back to his hotel room or anything. But at the same time, he didn't want any other girl tonight. He could very easily leave now and take the redhead who was looking at him speculatively from the other end of the bar back to his room for another night of mindless pleasure, but there was something about Harriet that made him want her, and only her. This was ridiculous. He was here to get laid, to forget who he was, and she just kept reminding him that there were actually decent girls in the world. In the few snippets of drunken conversation they had had, she had come across as witty and as intelligent as a drunk girl in a tiny dress could be… and damn, that dress looked good on her. He had always been partial to green, his house colour back at Hogwarts, but it was taken to a new level on this girl. She was slightly familiar looking, but he had probably seen her before at this club, he came here often.

Now that she was out of his sight, he couldn't begin to understand why he hadn't done anything other than dance with her earlier in the night. She had certainly seemed flirtatious enough. When she came back, this was going to go much further. Enough of this ridiculous game of flirting, drinking and dancing. He really didn't see why he hadn't already had her back in his hotel room. Scowling at the drink in his hand, he didn't notice Harriet coming back until she was right in front of him, teetering in those ridiculously high, ridiculously sexy heels. He let his eyes ramble over her body, mentally blessing the Muggle who came up with little green dresses and high heels.

"You look gloomy," she remarked, leaning on the bar beside him.

"I was weighing my options, you took about an hour in there" Draco replied sourly. It hadn't really been that long, but now that she was back, it felt like it had been ages since he had seen her. He drained his drink and put it down on the bar.

"Well can I make it up to you?" she asked innocently, tilting her head and playing with her hair.

"How would you do that?"

With a look that left no doubt to her intentions, she took a step towards him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers.

Rational thought went out the window as he pulled her even closer to him, molding her body to his, running his hands through her hair and along her back. A few thoughtless minutes later, he jerked back to reality. With a lot of effort, he pulled his head away from hers.

"You do realize we're still in a club," he drawled, struggling to regain his composure. Usually kisses didn't manage to affect him this much, but rational thought was a struggle. All he wanted to do was take that dress off of her and take her against the bar, but he knew that wasn't possible. The overriding thought in his head, the only rational one, was to get her back to his hotel room as fast as humanly possible. Apparition if possible, but in his state it probably wouldn't work, and in a muggle club... at least the hotel was across the street.

"What do you suggest?" Harriet breathed in his ear. He reacted by picking her up in his arms, and carrying her out of the club. He wasn't sure he'd trust those shoes to walk as fast as he wanted to get her out of there.

Next thing he knew, they were in his hotel room, clothes were everywhere, and he was tumbling Harriet onto his bed.


Draco lay back, completely satiated. That was the best sex he had had in a while, and he had had quite a bit of sex. While Harriet wasn't quite as adventurous as that brunette he had slept with the night before, she was honestly into it. With a lot of girls he had been with, they were out for their own pleasure only, but this girl really seemed to want to make sure he had a good time too. And that he had. He was just drifting off to sleep, when he felt the bed move beside him. He rolled over sleepily to see Harriet sitting upright, looking very awake and really quite delectable with a lack of clothing on her upper half.

She coloured when she realized what he was looking at, and pulled the sheet up to cover herself.

"I'm hungry," she announced, eliciting a groan from Draco.

"Just order room service, the tefelone is right there," he replied, annoyed that she wasn't letting him sleep, messing up the muggle word in his sleepiness. Luckily, she didn't notice.

"But I want a sausage roll from that all night bakery around the corner."

This girl was getting more and more annoying. He couldn't very well just let her walk around London at one in the morning by herself, and she seemed adamant about this stupid sausage roll. He could give her much better sausage.

"Fine."

Draco sat up way too quickly, and the room started to spin. The liquid cocaine really hadn't been a good idea, nor had the multiple gin and tonics Harriet had foisted upon him in retaliation. A sausage roll might not be the worst idea, could make him sober up enough to go for another round later in the night. Throwing on a pair of jeans and his rumpled dress shirt, he turned back to the bed. was still sitting there, inexplicably giggling.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked, getting more annoyed by the minute.

"Your hair is sticking up everywhere," she choked out between giggles. She was obviously still slightly drunk.

Draco went to the bathroom to look at himself, and she did have a point. While he was trying to stick this stupid unruly brown hair that somehow he had decided to make thick with that stupid charm, not knowing how awful it would be to flatten down, Harriet came up behind him, wearing one of his other dress shirts that had been thrown over the side of the chair overtop of the dress, which she hadn't managed to pull up all the way. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and started laughing all over again.

"I look even worse!" she laughed, and his annoyance lessened slightly. At least she could laugh at herself.

"Let's just go get these sausage rolls you want so badly," Draco growled, grabbing her by the waist. He may as well get as much out of this as possible. Narcissa would have a fit if she knew he was taking a muggle girl to get muggle food - actually caving to a demand instead of just using her. The thought actually made the capitulation easier to bear.