AN: Thank you for all of your support. I appreciate all the kind words. Sorry for the delay, I've been rather... um busy with my lovely brown eyed Brit who has come across the ocean to experience her first American Thanksgiving.
CLUB Glamour
Chapter 7
Mirrored sunglasses were fixed on two witches as they hastily moved down the short hall behind the bar. Full lips turned up in a knowing smirk as she realized just what 'Red' and 'Blondie' were up to. Her glance slid from her friend and her soon-to-be-lover to the wild movements out on the dance floor.
As swiftly as the smirk made its way across her face, it disappeared leaving a look of utter doom as her eyes beheld the undulations of the tall, slim Master-Of-Ceremonies. Her suspicions about her friend being under some form of Confundus were quickly confirmed after a subtle wave of her wand in the direction of Minerva and Hermione. Swearing silently, she glanced back towards the dance floor.
Behind those sunglasses, piercing yellow eyes blazed as they fell on the tall, slim form of 'Blue'. Feeling a gentle touch on the top of her hand, she turned and found herself staring into smouldering deep brown.
"Wait till the song is over, then take him into the office." 'Mocha' said as she gently squeezed her lovers hand.
Nodding, 'Spike' saw the wisdom in the younger witch's words. Both women moved back to the bar area to watch the mad chaos occurring throughout the club.
Two witches, one short with silky blonde tresses, the other with long red hair stepped into "Gettin' To Know Ya Room" number two.
The room sensing what was needed immediately provided a cozy living room setting. A fireplace appeared with fragrant logs crackling casting the room in a golden glow. A large, oversized warm brown leather sofa appeared. Perfect for conversation or... something a bit more intimate. Thick area rugs in creams and greens graced the honey oak floor. The sage green walls adorned themselves with colourful tapestries depicting Scottish landscapes.
'Scottish?' The blonde witch wondered briefly about the Scottish motif as she gazed about the room with a look of utter satisfaction. Turning to the woman who was standing very much in her personal space, she whispered, "Perfect for getting to know you."
'Red' grinned showing perfect, pearly white teeth. Her incisors were a bit more pronounced than most, nothing vampirish or anything, but enough to give the younger woman pause.
The expression on her face caused 'Red' to ask, "Something wrong?"
'Blondie' grinned, "Just admiring your fangs."
"Ah."
"You're not a vampire are you?"
"No my dear, I am not."
"Just wondering."
"Indeed." Emerald eyes twinkled as the taller woman leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on sweet lips.
Deep brown eyes sparkled, "Mmmm. That's nice." She moved to the sofa and sat down. Waving her wand, a bottle of wine appeared and two glasses, "Shall we?"
Nodding, 'Red' sat herself next to the younger woman. So close that their thighs were pressed against the other. She too gazed about in wonder at her surroundings. Thoughtfully, she stated, "It takes rather complex spell work to create an environment such as this."
'Blondie' shot her companion an enigmatic smile as she poured the wine, "Just a little research. It's based on the magic of the "Come And Go Room" at Hogwarts." She handed a glass to the red head.
Taking the glass from the lovely blonde woman, 'Red' commented, "I suspect that as a charms researcher, you are perhaps responsible for the amazing spell work I have witnessed here?"
'Blondie' took a sip of her wine and winked coyly at her companion, "Perhaps."
'Red' grinned brightly. Oh how she liked this witch! There was a certain something about her that stirred her passion. Reaching out, she trailed her fingertips down the soft cheek of her companion, "You are so very lovely."
The younger woman leaned into the caress, turning her head to catch those long, elegant fingers between her lips. Sucking lightly, she watched emerald eyes darken into pools of molten green lava.
"Merlin..." 'Red' whispered feeling the growing sparks between her thighs ignite into an inferno. She pulled the younger woman into her embrace, pressing her lips against soft, plump heaven.
'Blondie' responded to 'Red's' kiss by moaning deeply. Small hands reached out, grabbing both glasses and placing them on the coffee table. Her chocolate eyes had darkened to the deepest black.
"I have only just met you and yet all I can think about is pressing my skin against yours." 'Red' whispered as she trailed hot, wet kisses down the creamy neck of her young lover. Pulling back, she added, "This is so out of character for me. I cannot understand my reaction to you." She reached out again, touching those sweet, kissable lips.
Those lovely lips curled up in a smile as the younger woman replied, "Call it Kismet or chemistry. I don't care. All I know is that I want you woman. Like I've never wanted anyone before." She leaned forward pressing another passionate kiss against the thinner lips of her companion.
'Red' eagerly slid her tongue over the luscious skin of her lover, "Merlin... you arouse me so.."
The blonde woman moved to push the taller witch onto her back. The latter complying with her unspoken demand. With a hot sexy smile, the younger woman straddled 'Red's' slim hips; pressing her body against that of her companion. Even through the denim fabric of her trousers, she could feel waves of heat roiling off of the older witch's sex.
"God you are so hot!"
"You have no idea..." Was the sultry response as strong hands reached up, slowly caressing 'Blondie's' soft flanks. Back and forth elegant hands slid over silk clad ribs, over her belly and finally up to cup full breasts.
"Oh yes..." 'Blondie' whispered. Her hips beginning to rock against the woman writhing beneath her.
'Blue' watched as 'Spike' stalked over to where he was standing with 'Wolverine'. He could tell the woman was not too happy just by the way her body moved as she walked. Stiff, ram-rod straight, hands clenched into fists.
"How may I help you Madam?" The tall, blue haired wizard bowed in a courtly fashion.
"Don't give me any of that gentlemanly bullshit Draco, we need to talk." She grabbed the slim man by the arm and began leading him to his office.
'Wolverine' stood in the middle of the dance floor. Mouth hanging open, looking so much like a deer caught in a car's headlamps. Stunned, he whispered, "Draco? Malfoy is 'Blue'? Oh my..." Eyes wide, he watched his would-be lover disappear into the office.
Another presence made itself known right beside him. Feeling strong fingers grip on his bicep, he heard a warm, low voice say, "Come, you look like you could use a drink."
The tall man dumbly gazed down into the concerned features of 'Mocha'. Feeling her pull at his arm, he followed her to the bar.
The lovely bartender sat him at a stool and limped behind the bar. Grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels, she poured three shots and set them in front of the handsome 'Wolverine'.
"Drink up."
'Spike' stood in front of an ancient oak desk covered with all manner of parchments, quills and other detritus. Behind the mirrored sunglasses, her yellow eyes narrowed to cat-like slits that would do Minerva proud. She watched as the blue haired man gracefully slid into the chair behind the desk.
"What can I do for you?"
Crossing her arms, 'Spike' replied, "You need to stop playing with them."
"With whom are you referring?"
Lunging forward, the spike haired witch hissed, "Don't pull any of that polite Slytherin double speak either dammit. You know who I'm talking about." She stepped closer to the desk and leaned over so she was nearly nose to nose with the man.
There was a charged moment of tense silence as they stared each other down. Being a teacher, 'Spike' was more than capable of doing just that. Finally, the blue haired man sat back and pointed to the chair in front of the desk, "Have a seat."
Complying, 'Spike' stated, "You placed a Confundus on them."
'Blue' sighed, "My reasons are complicated, but necessary."
Mirrored sunglasses were pulled from her face by a trembling hand, "You admit it?"
"Yes."
Those same sunglasses were tossed on the desk as yellow eyes pierced 'Blue''s resolve.
Grey orbs blinked a moment, then in a quiet voice, the young man spoke, "They belong together."
Confused, 'Spike' frowned, "So why the charm?"
Frowning, the young man waved his hand out towards the club, "You know as well as I that Minerva McGonagall would never keep company with a former student. She is the epitome of honor and integrity and would never be seen as..." He trailed off looking for a way to finish his statement.
'Spike' beat him to the punch by saying, "Never be seen as a human being. With real human wants and needs." Running a frustrated hand through her spikes, she continued, "Her reputation is impeccable. The public's perception of just what a relationship with Hermione would project..." She too trailed off.
Fathomless grey eyes narrowed as he pointed out towards the club, "That's what this place is all about. Being released from..." He paused making quote signs with his fingers, then continued, "Perception." With a disgusted snort, he added, "Too many people worry about what other people think. It shouldn't have to be that way."
'Spike' released a snort of her own, "Well that's rich coming from you." She was referring to his pureblood upbringing and the way he had been at school.
Shaking his head, he answered her statement, "People change. The war changed the way a lot of people look at things." Frowning deeply, he added, "When the war ended our lives were irrevocably changed forever. Some of us more profoundly than others."
He was referring to himself which 'Spike' realized after a moment, "What happened to you?"
The young man stared at her for a moment, then pulled his sleeve up. The dark mark was still there, albeit faded but still there, "Anyone with one of these was cast out. Regardless of the reasons the mark was there in the first place."
The yellow eyed witch scoffed, "You took the mark because you believed Tom Riddle's rubbish."
'Blue' violently shook his head, "That's your perception. I took the mark to keep my family alive." He closed his eyes as that painful memory appeared in his mind. "Not everyone blindly followed Riddle. He was too strong. If you resisted, then you and your family were killed." There was pain laced in the tone of his voice.
"What about your father?"
Anger darkened his soft grey eyes into chips of the hardest slate as he hissed, "He is a fool. He is one of the few who believed Riddle and now he will spend the rest of his life in Azkaban." Absently he began rubbing at the mark as he whispered, "Only one person saw beyond that."
"Who?" 'Spike' felt her anger ease a bit, and curiosity creep it's way into her mind.
"Hermione Granger."
The spiky haired witch's face reflected her surprise, "How?"
The slate melted into watery grey as the young man replied, "In spite of the fact that she was tortured in my home by Bellatrix Lestrange, she was the only one willing to give me a chance. She stood between a crowd of blood thirsty revenge mongers that included the almighty Order of the Phoenix and me." A single tear slid down a chiselled cheekbone, "She drew her wand on her own friends to protect me, then stood up for me at the trials." He looked away for a moment deep in thought.
"What about McGonagall?" 'Spike' quietly queried.
'Blue' allowed a small smile to crease his thin lips, "She showed up later. She really didn't say anything but I remember the way she had looked at Hermione. The expression burning in her eyes..." He trailed off remembering.
'Spike' prompted, "The look in her eyes?"
The blue haired wizard gazed back at her, "There was such pride and... something more." He raised an eyebrow and said, "That's when I realized that McGonagall was in love with Hermione."
Yellow eyes narrowed, "You could've ruined her with that knowledge."
A sea of soft grey met piercing yellow, "But I didn't. Later, when I realized that Hermione felt just as deeply, I made it my mission to somehow bring those two together."
"Why?"
A sad smile appeared on the handsome face of the wizard, "Let's just say that I owe Granger. More than I can ever repay. She has accepted me unconditionally and become something I never had before..." He paused and looked away as a single tear trailed down his handsome face. Taking a deep breath, he finished, "She became a friend... my best friend and that's worth more than all the galleons in Gringott's."
'Spike' smiled, "That's something coming from you."
A cheeky grin appeared, "Isn't though?"
The older witch shook her head, bringing her thoughts back to the present, "But what about the charm?"
Sighing, 'Blue' replied, "Both of them are too bloody clever for their own good. They would've figured out who the other was in a second. I wanted to give them a chance to be together without perception interfering. The problem is, they were drawn together almost immediately."
'Spike' grinned, "Like moths drawn to the flame."
"Another reason they should be together."
The witch nodded, "And Minerva being "Minerva" would've immediately backed off despite the fact that she's in love with Hermione."
Nodding, the man answered, "Exactly! I'm thinking that once McGonagall samples the "forbidden fruit" as it were, she won't be able to do anything except want to spend the rest of her life with Hermione."
'Spike' grinned, "Forbidden fruit? I've never heard it referred to that way before."
Blushing deeply, 'Blue' said, "Well... you know." His embarrassment caused the witch to throw her head back and laugh.
Shaking his head, the young man stated, "I will remove the charm, but do it so it wears off gradually. Not all at once. Okay?
The spikey haired witch nodded and stood, "Fair enough." She eyed the man for a moment, then added, "You know, you're pretty alright there Draco."
Standing as well, the man replied, "So are you Rolanda Hooch." He waved his hand to the door and added, "At least according to 'Mocha'."
He grinned as the older woman blushed and replied, "Well... you know."
Her blood was on fire. That was the only way 'Red' could describe what was happening to her. This amazingly sensual young woman currently sitting astride her slim hips was causing such an instinctive need in her. It was almost overwhelming.
Small hands travelled over the athletic body. Touching, caressing... feeling the trembles.
"I need you." Was whispered, neither witch sure by whom.
Womanly hips rocked against the older witch causing a gush of moisture to pool between strong thighs, "Oh Merlin..." 'Red' groaned deeply causing a smirk to appear on the younger witch's face.
"Like that do you?"
Hands slid up her back, pulling her down to thin, soft lips. Mouths opened and tongues clashed. Needy, wanton desire pulsing through both women.
The older witch felt nimble fingers pulling her blouse up exposing toned abdominals straining as her back arched. Her body pushing into the smaller one atop her.
Eyes darkening, 'Blondie' watched as creamy, soft skin was revealed to her wandering fingers. She leaned down and began kissing the soft, yet wonderfully muscular tummy of her lover. Soft touches that drove 'Red' mad with desire. Hips began pressing up, grinding against the younger witch.
"Mmmmm someone needs a bit of loving I'd say." Came a seductive whisper from the small witch.
Emerald eyes closed tightly as an eager tongue tasted the skin just under her bra, "Ohhhh you have no idea..." She reached up and began frantically unbuttoning the younger witch's blouse. Lust curled her upper lip as her hands exposed ample lace covered breasts.
'Blondie' threw her head back and moaned loudly as she felt those strong, yet gentle hands cupping and caressing her breasts through the fabric of her bra. She rocked her hips harder when thumbs began rubbing circles over her hardened nipples.
"I would say someone else needs some loving too." Came an amused whisper.
'Red' was delighted to discover that her lover was wearing a bra that clasped in the front. So with an ease that surprised her, that clasp was opened and generously rounded breasts tumbled out of their restraints. Coral coloured nipples hardened even more as fingers pinched and pulled at the sensitive nubbins.
"Oh... don't stop." Came a silky whisper as the older witch sat up and fastened her lips over a rock hard pebble. Sharp teeth gently rasped and scraped causing 'Blondie' to push herself even tighter against her lover.
The young woman's blackened eyes rolled back in her head at the incredibly erotic sensations coursing through her body. This woman under her was causing such passion, such fire. Feelings deeper than anything she'd ever felt before. She couldn't understand why this particular witch made her feel this way but she was more than willing to allow the woman anything she wanted.
'Red' flickered her tongue around the hardened and ridged areola of her lover's beautiful breast. Her lips pressed against the pebbled nipple causing squeals of delight to escape from panting lips. She was amazed at the responses she was eliciting from her young lover. She had always felt that she was somewhat lacking in her love making skills in the past but apparently not with this woman!
"Oh Merlin I want you..." She rumbled as small, sure hands finally succeeded in pulling her own blouse over her head. She groaned deeply as she felt those small hands unfasten her bra in the back and pull it away from her body.
Blackened chocolate gazed lustily at smaller but very nicely rounded full breasts. Small but extremely hardened rose coloured nipples begged for attention.
Attention the blonde woman gladly provided as she closed plump lips over engorged flesh.
'Red' threw her head back and wailed her pleasure, "Soooo good!"
Pleasure that abruptly stopped.
Emerald eyes opened in confusion as she watched the young woman sit up and stare down at her chest.
Chocolate eyes locked on the creamy skin marred by four circular scars.
'Spike' emerged from the office with a look of resolve on her features. She believed Draco. Especially after hearing his reasons for wanting Hermione to find happiness.
Hopefully this would work out.
She glanced up to see two people watching her. One, the lovely bartender and the other a tall, muscular man with thick sideburns travelling down his jaw.
"How did it go?" 'Mocha' asked as she poured her lover a drink.
Silently 'Wolverine' sat himself beside the spikey haired woman. He stared thoughtfully at the two witches before him.
Taking a sip, 'Spike' replied, "Okay I guess. I told him that he needed to remove the spell."
"And?" 'Mocha' prompted.
"He agreed with me." She peered over the top of her sunglasses into the dark eyes of her lover, "He didn't realize just how quickly they would connect." She let out an amused snort and added, "Like there was any doubt."
'Mocha' snickered her agreement, turning her head to gaze down the hall behind the bar.
'Spike' noticed where the younger witch was looking and asked, "Are they still in there?"
"Oh yes."
'Red' followed the direction of her lover's eyes. She grimaced as she realized that they were fastened on her scars. Glaring reminders of her encounter with Delores Umbridge and her gang of thugs. Feeling a wee bit self conscious, she sat up.
"I um... think that perhaps we need to slow down."
The blonde woman was still fixated on the scars. They were familiar to her in some odd way. She knew that she'd never actually seen them, but somehow she knew those marks...
"Blondie?"
The young woman was brought out of her daze by the sound of her name being quietly whispered by her companion. She was still straddling the red head and really didn't want to move. Smiling, she leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on the red head's thin, yet oh so kissable lips.
'Red' felt those sweet, plump lips travelling over her mouth. The sensations were maddening. She wanted to simply rip the rest of her partner's clothing off and make wild passionate love to her right here in this room but the voice of propriety which sounded suspiciously like her Professor McGonagall voice kept whispering in her ear.
"We need to stop." Came a mumbled sentence from under 'Blondie's' mouth.
Another deep passionate kiss, followed by the tip of a tongue prodding for entrance into the older witch's mouth. "Don't wanna."
That wonderfully wanton tongue pressed deeply inside 'Red's' mouth eliciting a low rumbling moan. The older woman felt her senses withdrawing once again as primal need burned hot between her legs, "Uhhhhh..."
Grinning ferally, 'Blondie' slid her hand down to cup the older witch's sex. Feeling the heat pouring off, she murmured, "So hot..."
Once again, the older witch felt the blonde woman's skilled tongue on the tender skin of her breast. Flicking her tongue against her quivering, excited nipple. Gasping for air, the red head threw her head back as another moan escaped thin lips.
All too soon however, the voice of reason exerted itself once more. The tall woman gently pushed 'Blondie' back saying, "This is moving too fast."
"But I want you!"
Closing her eyes tightly and taking a deep breath, 'Red' answered, "I want you too, but this..." She paused to catch her breath, then continued, "We are moving too fast. I do not jump into bed with the first witch that strikes my fancy."
Chocolate eyes gleamed, "Do I strike your fancy?"
Deep emerald stared back, "You know you do." Elegant fingers reached out and caressed a soft cheek, "I want the chance to get to know you better." She took a moment to pull her bra back on her body watching as those dark, sensual eyes once more fastened themselves on her scars.
"Just a little reminder to me to think first before charging into certain situations." She reached for her blouse pausing as 'Blondie' reached out to touch one of her scars.
"We all have scars you know. Some are more visible than others."
'Red' realized that the young woman was speaking from experience. With a gentle touch to the soft skin covering the younger woman's heart, she replied, "I know love. The trick is learning how to deal with it and move on."
'Blondie' smiled sadly. 'Red's' words were so true and yet so hard to actually do. Another thought popped into her head, "You called me 'love'?" She grinned at the embarrassed flush that turned the creamy skin around the red heads neck to a delicate shade of pink.
It took an amazing amount of will power to force the blush away, 'Red' did just that as she replied, "I think you could be." She cocked her head as she gazed at the younger woman. There was something so compelling about the blonde witch. Something that brought out the instinct to mate. 'Red' wondered just what it was. She had never felt like this before.
Sighing, she gently dislodged the younger woman from her lap and stated, "I want to get to know you better. Would you allow me to court you?"
Dark eyes widened at the phrase, "Court me?"
The older witch shrugged, "It's a wee bit old fashioned, but then again so am I."
A blonde eyebrow quirked, "Are you now?" Her mind was spinning over the last phrase uttered by her companion... wee bit?
Even though the sentence was spoken in an American accent, 'Blondie' realized that 'Red' was... Scottish perhaps?
"Aye, I am."
A cheeky grin appeared causing the older witch to pause and stare. Where had she seen that expression before? She was brought out of her musing by the soft question, "Are you Scottish?"
"Yes."
Movement behind the bar area caught the keen eyesight of one spikey haired witch. Grinning, she whispered, "Heads up folks here come the lovebirds."
'Mocha', 'Wolverine' and 'Blue' turned grinning faces in the direction of the short hall and two slightly dishevelled witches moving slowly in their direction.
"Don't tease them." The blue haired man hissed menacingly.
'Spike' snorted, "Surely you jest." And let out a loud wolf whistle.
A searing emerald glare ceased her noise even as it had just begun.
"Uh... sorry?"
"You should be." Came a reply that was so Professor McGonagall in tone that the eyes of those sitting there bulged in terror. All except 'Wolverine' who frowned as a memory of school days past popped into his mind. 'Red' sounded so like someone he knew...
'Blondie' plopped herself on a bar stool beside 'Blue'. The latter grinned knowingly and whispered, "Well?"
"Well what?"
"How was she?"
A cuff on the back of his blue haired head caused him to whirl around in surprise.
"Just never you mind how I was." The tall red head glared at the seated man with her hands on her hips.
'Blue' couldn't help but snicker at McGonagall's obvious embarrassment. Another voice broke the revelry.
"She was and is wonderful."
The group watched as glaring emerald softened to a mushy sea green colour and chocolate twinkled back as the two women locked gazes shutting out the world for just a moment.
"Oooh someone's got it baaad!" 'Spike' teased.
Ignoring the witch who was definitely on her way to a good hexing, 'Red' reached out and took 'Blondie's' hand, "I should like to take you dinner."
The smile that lit up the blonde woman's face also lit up the entire bar area. The young woman's magical aura reflecting her joy.
Shielding his eyes, 'Blue' bitched, "Ow! Tone that down woman... will ya?" He may have sounded grumpy but inside he was singing. The expression on his friend's face as she looked at her lover warmed his whole being.
The blonde witch ignored the others as she replied, "I would like that."
Nodding, 'Red' brought a small hand to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the soft flesh, "Next Friday then? I will pick you up here?"
"Yes."
With that the tall, slim woman bowed and said, "Then I shall bid you good night." Sending a curt nod in 'Spike's' direction, 'Red' turned and strode purposefully towards the front of the club and the exit.
'Blondie' watched the retreating form of the woman who was fast becoming more than just a quick shag prospect. Her head cocked sideways as she wondered why the graceful way in which the red haired woman moved was so familiar.
Behind her, 'Spike' and 'Blue' exchanged a significant stare at each other while 'Wolverine' found himself looking at 'Blue' with a combination of trepidation, wonder, curiosity and an un-named emotion that left his heart pounding at an alarming rate.
-to be continued
AN: Thank you for being so patient.
