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'Red' - Minerva McGonagall
'Blondie' - Hermione Granger
'Mocha' - Angelina Johnson
'Spike' - Rolanda Hooch

CLUB GLAMOUR

Chapter 8

The days flew by much sooner than either Hermione or Minerva expected. Both witches had spent the long days of the work week relatively busy.

Hermione was working on designing a series of charms related to the glamour charm she created with the wrist bands. Ever the shrewd businessman, Draco had whispered in her ear how so many lonely witches and wizards would feel better about themselves if they felt more confident about their looks. By designing an "Insto-Hunk" or "Insto-Beauty" charm she and Draco could clean up.

The young witch had rolled her eyes.

Slytherins!

After booting her friend out of her office, Hermione had sat for a long while. Her head in her hands, thoughts of what Draco had said whirling about in her head. It wasn't until an afternoon visit by Ron that Hermione actually came up with a viable way to make Draco's idea work.


Friday morning found Hermione practicing wand movements when a tap on her office door brought the young woman out of her thoughts.

"Hey?"

The chestnut haired witch glanced at the door to see Draco standing there leaning on the door frame, "Hey yourself."

"Whut y'all doin?" He asked in a glaringly "Southern American" accent.

Hermione couldn't be sure if he was mocking 'Red' or not, "Are you making fun of my woman?" She growled, dark eyes narrowing.

The handsome young man flashed his friend his most charming smile, "Of course not." He warbled at her knowing full well she knew he was lying. Shooting her a saucy wink, he asked, "So when are you meeting her?"

Raising an eyebrow, Hermione waved her wand in a quick series of downward strokes as she muttered, "Pinchus."

Draco's grey eyes widened as he felt a sharp tweak to his left buttock, "Hey!"

"That's what you get for being such a tart."

Rubbing his bum, the blonde man smirked, "So are you going to be tweaking her bum tonight?"

Dark eyes widened at his cheek, then a sly smile appeared, "We'll see." Thoughts of a tall, handsome, mutton chopped man popped into her head, "Soooo... How is 'Wolverine'?"

The young woman watched as Draco's face fell, "Dunno. Haven't seen him since last Saturday." There was a great disappointment flashing over his sharp features.

Hermione cocked her head sadly, "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry." She truly was. In spite of the fact that Draco Malfoy was an annoying git at times, she knew that underneath it all, he was just like anyone else...

Wanting someone to love and be loved by.

Sad grey eyes met compassionate chocolate ones, "I guess he couldn't see beyond this." He pulled his sleeve up to show the faded dark mark.

Hermione sighed, "Give him time. Maybe he just needs to think it out."

Snorting his disbelief, Draco pulled his sleeve back down and replied, "Yeah maybe." He turned to leave but paused at the door, "Let me know all the juicy details from your date tonight. I might as well live vicariously through you since I'm not getting any action on my own."

Sad dark eyes watched as the young man turned and left her office. She wasn't sure if she should contact Neville or wait to see if things worked themselves out. Running a hand through her unruly mane, she sighed and decided to let things be for the time being.

But just for the time being.


'Red' stepped out of the apparation booth to hear the throbbing beat of music downstairs. The club had become a smashing success. The whole idea of being able to let loose in complete anonymity was very appealing. Especially to people who held jobs that kept them under public scrutiny. Living a life under a magnifying glass was stifling. Of that the red head was especially familiar.

Now there was a place to go to let off a little steam and not worry about being recognized and having your private life splashed all over the Daily Prophet the next day.

The Headmistress of Hogwarts was thankful for the glamour charm that her new.. Friend? Um... soon-to-be-lover? had developed. Thoughts of the lovely blonde witch caused a goofy grin to split her glamoured face. Once more giving thanks for Club Glamour and the anonymity it provided, the tall woman headed down the steps to the main body of the club.


'Mocha' opened another bottle of firewhiskey. The place was packed tonight. Apparently word had spread because every table was occupied. Every bar stool had a body in it. Even the "Getting To Know You Rooms" were full! She shook her head thinking that Draco's networking skills were paying off in spades!

A lovely smile formed on her face as her dark eyes spied a certain spikey haired witch sitting at the end of the bar. A sexy leer being shot in her direction.

"You could be arrested for what you're thinking." The caramel coloured bartender muttered to the woman as she poured three shots. Placing the newly opened bottle on the shelf next to dozens of others, she turned and placed the drinks on the tray of the waiting Go-Go Girl.

It was so busy that the cage dancers had been pressed into service to wait tables. Not that either minded as their scantily clothed bodies had provided the incentive for patrons to leave large tips.

'Mocha' grinned as she watched the sexy young dancer sashay her way among the tables dodging the occasional grope and pinch from enthusiastic clubbers.

"I bet she's raking in the galleons tonight."

The bartender turned and eyed her lover. She patted her pocket feeling a bulging of coins and replied, "Of which I get a cut."

'Spike' threw her head back and laughed just as Go-Go Boy stepped up to the bar.

'Mocha' eyed the young man noting that his golden bow tie was missing, "Where's your tie?"

The young man sighed, saying, "That candy floss witch took it. Right before she fondled my knobblies!"

'Mocha' and 'Spike' both glanced out to a table where a chubby woman clad entirely in pink sat giggling and jiggling to the music. She wore Go-Go Boy's golden tie across her forehead like some kind of trophy.

Frowning, 'Mocha' asked, "Do you want me to get it back?"

The young man shook his head, "No Miss! I got fifty galleons for it!" A sly grin crossed his face as he added, "If I let her grope me again I might get fifty more!" Suddenly the young man squeaked as he felt a stinging hex to his backside.

"You are not a piece of meat to be bought. I will not have you whoring in this club. Do I make myself clear?"

Eyes wide, the young man turned to find 'Blondie' standing in front of him. Eyes blazing a furious glittering black. The small witch stood with clenched fists resting on shapely hips as she stared a hole in the young man. Suitably chastised, the young man nodded meekly, "Yes Miss 'Blondie'."

Thunderous chocolate eyes flashed onto 'Mocha', "I hope you are not encouraging this?"


Amused emerald twinkled as the older witch watched the by-play at the bar. Seeing 'Blondie' so riled was enlightening and arousing at the same time. The way the young woman talked to the dancer was familiar. Bossy, authoritative... to the point of bluntness.

Frowning, the red head tried to place just where she'd seen that behaviour before...


'Blue' watched from the office as the red head stared at 'Blondie'. Hooch's words kept echoing in his mind. He knew he had to remove the spell, but felt that now was not the proper time.

Not yet.

He hoped that once he did remove it and the two women realized just who they were with...

He closed his eyes and prayed that McGonagall wouldn't break his friend's heart.


"So where are you taking me?" 'Blondie' asked eyeing her companion curiously.

Gleaming emerald eyes sparkled as the taller witch replied, "To the moon."

"Huh?"

Sniggering, the red head grasped 'Blondie's' small hand in her own, "You shall see."

Hand in hand the two women slowly strolled down Diagon Alley towards an apparation point just outside Flourish & Blotts. Every so often, one or the other would stop and peer into the window of a shop; commenting on what they'd seen. An occasional burst of laughter could be heard as one or the other chuckled at something that was said. Both were discovering that they thoroughly enjoyed each other's company outside of the "Getting To Know You" rooms.

To the Headmistress, that was a relief, for she wasn't interested in just a casual thing. She wanted more. She wanted something solid, something real.

She wanted a mate.

And so did Hermione.


The blonde witch smiled as she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist. Then the sensation of hundreds of swirling magical fingers tickled at her body as apparation began. Bright light wrapped around her and a sound whistled through her mind. It was almost like music.

The next moment, the young woman found herself standing in a moon lit meadow. Knee high grasses tickled her bare legs. She'd chosen to wear a short black dress for their date. Her garment clung in all the right places, plunging into her ample cleavage. She'd caught 'Red' staring gob-smacked at her a few times as they walked the alley. Hermione had dubbed that particular garment her "Fuk Me Frock."

Chocolate eyes danced with delight as the full moon lit up the grassy area in a silver glow, "This is very lovely." The young woman whispered as she watched her companion reach into the pocket of her tailored and nicely form fitting deep burgundy robes and pull out a miniature broom.

Dark eyes widened, "Are we flying?" There was a tiny bit of trepidation in her voice.

'Red' immediately picked up on it, "You do not like to fly?" She cocked her head as she gazed at the woman before her.

'Blondie' blushed, "Um... well, I've never been very good at it." The young woman looked down at her dress and added, "I don't think I'm dressed for it."

Raising a leering eyebrow, 'Red' offered a wolfish smile, "It will be alright." She re-sized the broom and climbed aboard. Giving the young witch a nod, she indicated that 'Blondie' was to sit in front of her.

"I will not let you fall."

There was something so utterly sure in the tone of 'Red's' voice, that 'Blondie' gingerly climbed onto the broom and positioned herself in front of the older witch. She didn't notice the aroused gleam that appeared in the older witch's eyes as her little black dress rode up a bit on her shapely thighs.

Feeling 'Red' slide her body forward, the blonde woman grinned as she felt soft breasts pressing into her shoulder blades, "This is nice."

"Indeed."

The young woman felt her hair being moved aside and a soft kiss pressed to the back of her neck. The next she noticed was the sensation of the broom rising into the moonlit sky.

Higher and higher they rose, moving slowly as to not frighten 'Blondie' too much. That didn't stop the young woman from shivering though.

"I never would have guessed that a woman as confident as you would be frightened of flying."

The blonde witch sighed and replied, "I've never liked heights." She rubbed her upper arms a bit and added, "Besides I'm cold."

'Red' tightened her hold on the lovely woman and whispered in her ear, "Then do not look down." She felt the young woman tremble as she softly brushed eager lips against her ear. Never in her life had she ever been so acutely aware of another person than she was at that moment. She pulled her wand and cast a warming charm on the younger woman, "Better?"

Nodding, 'Blondie' rolled her head back slightly and took a deep breath, "Where are you taking me?"

There was a slightly mischievous tone in the reply of her companion, "Not far."

The couple flew on in silence from that point simply enjoying the feeling of closeness. 'Blondie' gazed around seeing wispy clouds here and there. Occasionally, they would fly right through one. The misty formation providing a tingling sensation against her skin. There was a strangely metallic scent in the air.

"This cloud will probably drop rain over Edinburgh in the morning." 'Red' commented watching her companion's reaction to the mist they were moving through.

Dark eyes found themselves locked on emerald green, "Then we're over Scotland?"

"Aye, we are."

Grinning, the young woman stated, "There's just something odd about hearing you say that in the accent you have with that glamour."

A smirk was shot back at her, "Well, you are the one who created it."

"Touche."

'Blondie' noticed a large puffy cloud directly ahead of them. The moonlight casting the gigantic object in varying shades of silvers, whites and greys. "That's beautiful."

'Red' smiled, "Indeed. That is our destination."

"Destination?"

"Aye. The ministry maintains a weather observation platform in that cloud." 'Red' manoeuvred her broom so that it was climbing in altitude.

The blonde woman cocked her head, "So is this cloud magical?"

"Yes. It has a self-regenerating spell on it. It helps maintain the integrity and form of the mist."

A large platform became visible below them. A smallish gazebo-like construct could be seen on the platform just off to one side. Outside the small building, a table and two chairs could be seen.

As they got closer, 'Blondie' could see candles burning on the table. She realized that this was where they were having dinner.

In the clouds above Scotland.

"Oh my God. This is so wonderful!" She exclaimed, her dark eyes shining with joy.

Emerald eyes glowed with pleasure. 'Red' had hoped that her date would be impressed.

Touching down on the platform, 'Blondie' carefully dismounted. The platform shifted a bit startling the young witch, "Whaa?"

The sensation felt like standing on a swimming raft out on a lake. It felt like there was water beneath their feet causing a gentle rocking motion.

'Red' shrunk her broom saying, "You will get used to it in a moment. Imagine being on a boat."

The young woman smiled brightly, "So I have to wait for my "sea legs" then?"

Chuckling, the tall woman stepped close and replied, "More like your "cloud legs" I think." She placed a hand on the small of the younger woman's back and gently eased her in the direction of the table, "Come. Let us have a glass of wine."

'Blondie' turned towards the table to see an ice bucket appear complete with ice and wine bottle. Next to it, two crystal goblets appeared as well. The young woman was astounded at the wandless magic being performed by her companion, "Well I am certainly impressed."

The tall woman gazed into her eyes, "I am glad. I wanted to please you." There was a formality in the older witch's tone and yet an underlying quiver. Almost as if she were afraid to make a mistake. Pausing a moment, 'Red' waved her hand to the table, "Shall we?" She pulled out one of the chairs and gazed expectantly at the blonde.

Sighing at the chivalry being shown, the young woman seated herself in the proffered chair, "Thank you." Remembering their activities from the previous weekend, she said, "Considering what we did last weekend, you're being awfully formal." She grinned as a blush transformed creamy skin to a sweet pink.

'Red' seated herself in the other chair and proceeded to pour a dark ruby coloured wine into the goblets, "I must apologize for my forwardness. I am not..." She paused searching for a word, then continued, "... easy. What happened last weekend is so unlike me. I have never had such a physical reaction to someone before."

A soft snicker slipped out of 'Blondie's' luscious lips, "Well I'm glad for it. I know that you want me." She took a sip of her wine, "This is lovely."

Nodding, 'Red' also took a sip, "Yes, I do want you. More importantly, I want to get to know you better. I feel that there is the potential for something more than just a simple lay-by."

"Is that why you stopped?"

"Stopped?"

'Blondie' nodded, "Yes. When we were... um you know." She blushed a tiny bit.

The red head nodded, "Yes. I felt that if we continued it would cheapen... this." She waved her free hand and added, "Whatever THIS is."

'Blondie' nodded, "So you feel it too?"

"Aye."


They sat staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours but truthfully was only a few moments. Each witch trying to understand the powerful attraction between them.

'Blondie' reached out her small hand and covered the larger one of her companion. Giving a gentle squeeze, she gazed deeply into the fathomless emerald pools gazing back, "I can't get over the feeling that I know you."

A deep sighed issued from the older woman's lips, "I understand how you feel. I have been wracking my brain ever since I met you."

For a single moment, the blonde woman wondered why it was she couldn't figure out the woman sitting across from her. Frowning she wondered for just a second if perhaps they might be under some kind of spell.

"Naaaah!" The young woman blurted, not realizing that she'd spoken aloud.

"I beg your pardon?"

Blushing once again, the blonde witch muttered, "Um.. Naaaat... that this isn't nice, but I'm feeling a bit peckish."

A bright smile graced the lovely features of 'Red', "Well then say no more." She snapped her fingers and a sumptuous feast appeared on the table before them. 'Blondie's' chocolate eyes widened at both the meal in front of her and the magic being displayed.

"Wow."

Chilled shrimp cocktail sat on a gleaming china plate before her. A platter of oysters on the half shell sat to her left and small dish of caviar with toast points sat to her right. In the center of the table sat a huge platter of steamed lobsters with roasted rosemary potatoes and a medley of sauteed vegetables encircling the shellfish. A large dish of melted butter sat beside the large platter.

"I thought you might enjoy seafood." 'Red' commented, seeing the young woman surveying the feast.

Dark eyes glanced up, "I think this is fabulous!"

Grinning, the red head replied, "Well then... Eat!"

Giggling happily, 'Blondie' reached for some shrimp and said, "Seafood, especially shellfish is my favorite."

"Mine too."

"Really?"

"Aye."

The two witches gazed at each other with totally soppy expressions, then sniggered.

"I really like you 'Red'." The blonde whispered.

"I like you too."

The older witch watched as a shrimp was passed through those luscious lips. Never in her life had she ever envied a piece of shellfish until now. Her eyes darkened a bit as a small groan slipped from her mouth.

'Blondie' smirked knowingly. As she finished chewing, she commented, "Far be it from me to tell you to stop thinking such obviously lewd thoughts but you need to eat." She waggled her eyebrows at her companion.

Caught, a rosy blush crept up the older woman's long, swan-like neck. Chocolate eyes became slightly unfocussed as she recalled how her lips had felt against that sweet creamy skin.

"Practice what you preach." 'Red' smirked as she reached for an oyster.

'Blondie' watched as the red head added a dab of horse radish to the mollusk, then brought the shell to her mouth and slurped it down. There was a look of pure delight on her glamoured face as she chewed.

"Ewww. That looks like so much snot."

With a knowing look on her face, 'Red' replied, "Looks can be deceiving my dear."

The young woman shot a glance at her wristband and whispered, "Indeed."

The rest of the meal was consumed in relative silence. Each witch thoroughly enjoying their decadent repast. An occasional moan of pleasure could be heard. Especially after 'Red' coaxed 'Blondie' to try an oyster. Even if it did look like snot.


'Blondie' sat back in her chair. Her tummy was pleasantly full, her satisfied grin speaking volumes to her companion.

"Enjoyed that did you?"

The young woman snickered as she replied, "Especially the company."

There was a warm glow in emerald orbs as the taller witch stood and extended a hand, "Dance with me?"

Frowning 'Blondie' looked around, "But there's no music."

"Sure there is."

"Huh?"

Grinning the taller witch pulled the smaller one out of her chair. Placing a tender hand over 'Blondie's' heart, 'Red' said, "Right in here. Listen hard." She pulled the young woman close and began to slowly sway.

The young woman closed her eyes and rested her head against the taller woman's chest. She could hear the gentle rhythm of 'Red's' heart and something else. Something more...

A soft melody.

Coming from within them.

A sound so sweet, so gentle, so loving. The melody of love. A tune that only required two hearts beating as one.


-to be continued

AN: Sorry for the delay. Haven't felt much like writing now that my Brit has returned to England. I'll try to do better.