A/N: This is the first appearance of John…

I don't have a clue about how night-life is in London, so excuse any mistakes.

It's kinda wild chapter, and goes at the T category… [finally!!!] That little voice is you… XD

Disclaimer:The only common things between J.K.R. and me is love for writing and blond hair… XD

# 81 - How

"I like muggle bars!"

It's the fifth time I hear Stephan saying this, and I don't even roll my eyes anymore.

Instead, I take a sip of my alcohol drink and look around once more. This place is crowded, a bit darker than it should be, flashing and noisy. If I liked bars, I could say this is a good one.

"Oh, come on, you red-head! I wanna see a smile on your face tonight."

"I can smile, you know. You are aware that I'm not the bar-type girl." I defend myself, knowing he knows I'm right. I'm here only because of him. It's the first summer out of Hogwarts and he was trying to get me at muggle London at night over a month now.

"You can be fabulous if you try." He's trying to get to me. "The only matter that remains is to get you a bloke." he says out loud, dancing to the music.

"A bloke?" I split out my intake of drink and stare at him. "What kind of bloke? You said nothing about blokes!" I can't stand it when he's doing this. Insufferable cousin!

"You don't have limits about the kind." Merlin, he even does me a favor! "You can pick up the weirdest. Although," he leans confidentially "have your sensors open. There must be one thing in half the guys' mind here."

"Yeah, as if I was clueless that every human being with a reproducing stick has just enough brain to think about that thing." he laughs at this. "But why do I have to find one?"

"You agreed to come here and have fun. Come on Luce, we are done with studying now! Well, you are, cause I probably haven't been at it at all."

I chuckle at that and I can't help considering his idea as good enough.

"Let's say I agree. There's a problem. There's o way I can flirt so intense to have him in one night. That's not me."

"Lucy, Lucy, That's not that hard. If that's the problem, watch and learn, you easy-learning Ravenclaw." He takes his weird-looking drink in hand and wears that silly grin that is supposed ta make all girls melt. I try to stay close as he reaches a blondie with oversized hills that's sitting on the barstool.

"Hey, beautiful. My name is Stephan." wow. Right on the go.

"I'm Helma." The girl answers, a bit surprised. "Are you always that 'straight to the bone'"? Ha, now he's cornered up.

"No. It's just, I lost a bet and I was under the commands of the winner." He's kind of saved it.

"And what's what the winner asked you to?" Wrong grammar, but she seems interested and I notice him scooting slightly closer to her.

"I'd have to kill you if I'll tell you."

She giggles despite the overly classic quote. "Oh, come on. You'll have your payback."

That gains a grin [he can't hide, the jerk] from Stephan and he theatrically hesitates before answering.

"He challenged me to introduce myself at the most beautiful woman in the bar." I can't help but smile. He's quite the charmer.

"Hi." the word is playful and flirty, and I doubt it's being referred to me, but I turn from curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, don't they say?

I come face to face with a young man at his early twenties. He's got short brown hair and nice eyes. He's even got a weird-cut goatee. I glance behind my shoulder to see Stephan and the girl had come closer. What do I really have to lose?

"Hi. I'm Lucy."

"Nice name. I'm John. Came alone here?"

"Nope. With my cousin." But he's a bit occupied at the moment." I point with my thumb behind my back.

"Obvious." he chuckles and I think I like him. He's nice. A new beginning right now wouldn't be that bad. Maybe Stef was right. Maybe it's that easy.

I play with my half-drank drink while I know he's watching.

"You don't seem so fired up for being here." I feel the urge to correct him, but I hold my tongue.

"I'm not the type of bar-girl." I take a ship of my drink. As the time passes, the pungent taste it held in the beginning, fades away smoothly.

"And who is the type of bar-girl?" He's seemingly enjoying this.

I turn around slowly and search a bit.

"There." I point tactfully. "That girl." 'That girl' is actually a great example. A not so tall brunette, in heels of course, hair cut to look messy, hot shorts and a glossy camisole two sizes smaller. And she's dancing like she just had a sniff of coke. Yeah, great example.

"Well, I think that's too-much-bar for me. But you don't have to be like that to have fun in such a place."

I glance up at him unbelievingly, and find him starring at me intently. Only for a moment. Then, he grabs my waist and spins me around. I yelp, surprised, but he pulls me into the dancing crowd, undefeated.

"I don't dance.' I nearly yell, because we are now standing near one of the enormous speakers.

"Be spontaneous!" he yells back, and I feel strange. Being spontaneous is what I was trying to do my whole life, but failed miserably.

I stand still for a moment or two, considering my options. I try to think, make mental lists, as I always do, find a dew different options so I can pick, but I can't. The alcohol which was not too much, I must say, and the beat of the music which booms into me are not helping. And then he places his hands on my hips, obviously seeing I was hesitant. It feels good. What do I really have to lose? I'm nearly nineteen for Merlin's shake and I'm out of school. It's been pretty hectic lately, and now I finally have a chance to let it all go away. Damn, Stephan is proved once more right. And I am the Ravenclaw one!

I let myself lose as I place my hands on his shoulders and start swinging in the rhythm of the music. I can see surprise in his brown eyes, as if he can't believe I was able to let myself free. To prove him wrong, I step even closer, as the song switches to a faster, making sure my body touches his in my every movement.

Until now, my dress was too short, my boobs too small, my hair too red. Now I'm only a girl dancing wildly with a stranger. Stranger. John is not someone I attend a class with, or may have noticed passing through a corridor, or even Diagon Alley. It's the very first time I lay eyes on him, let along speak or dance crazily. Last time the wall of insecurities was down was when Andrew was still in my life. Only ha had the gift to make me feel good about myself. But what I'm thinking?

I try to shake Andrew off my mind as I turn my back on John and glue myself on his chest. Now his hands are low on my stomach and my hands are up his head. I close my eyes and try to feel. I feel the beat, his body, the heat, his hands, his breath on my ear. Without even thinking of it, I turn and hanging myself of his body I bring my lips to his.

I don't know why I did this, or what I'm doing. I just feel his lips moving frantically on mine, and I follow my urges. Deepening the kiss, I rub myself on him and he follows by cupping my butt to hold me close. Our tongues are dancing in the rhythm and I can't believe this is happening. How did that really happened? He groans into my mouth and I clunch onto him. It was me who started this? His free hand finds the hem of my too short dress and explores the thigh it's hiding. On what purpose did I start this? I try to pass my hand through his hair, desperately seeking something to grab, but it' too short. Merlin, what I'm doing?

The question strikes me like a lighting and I pull back, terrified. His eyes find mine and in the strange lighting of this damn place they seem hazel.

Andrew's hazel.

mumble an 'Excuse me.' and run out for my life, pushing bodies to guide my way to the door. I just need to get away now. My eyes meet Stephan's, ready to run after me, but I gesture him that I'm ok and run to the door I finally found.

Once out in the fresh summer air, I already feel better. I take a deep breath, but the dizziness doesn't fade.

"Lucy?"

I turn around and face John a few steps behind me.

"Are you ok?" He seems worried. And he needs an answer.

"Yeah… Well, not that much. You see…" I stumble at my words. "I just… I'm sorry for that. It just happened… Sorry."

I feel like shit. The dizziness is still here and I'm opposite a man I only know he's named John and I'm apologizing for snogging him while dancing drunk. Okay, not that drunk. But I'm not used to alcohol.

In the meanwhile John comes closer to me and puts his hands on my arms. "It's ok."

He opens his mouth to say more, but the door opening and closing interrupts him.

"Luce?" Stephan's eyes flicker between us. His voice is preoccupied but his face has a big proportion of anger.

"I'm good Stef." I breath out as John probably senses the danger and lets go of me and steps back.

"I think it's time to get you home." Stephan walks to me and offers me his black leather jacket.

"Lucy, can I have a word with you?" I hear John behind my cousin. I can't really think now, so I nod and motion Stephan to wait. This John guy must know he's playing with fire. The dragon-raised Weasley was always protective over me.

"Hey, to go straight on it," John speaks when we are out of hearing-shot. "I like you. And despite what you're thinking or feeling now, I don't believe it was a mistake. Just, call me if you change your mind." He slips a card into my palm and steps away.

I'm too confused to say anything, so, with a last glance at the eyes that had gotten their brown now, I walk away of my sweet escape and at Stephan who takes my hand, but I stop him.

"He's muggle." I remind him and my voice is a whisper. So, we walk hand in hand to the nearest isolated dark alley, the card John gave me still in my palm.

A/N: John will indeed play his role, but I think I'm gonna go back at Andrew moments from now on…

Snitches,

El Amor Comienza