OK! Finally, we've got another chapter. -sweatdrop- Sorry about the wait everyone. We've been really busy lately and haven't really had time to write. Don't worry, we've started the next chapter as well.

WARNING TO EVERYONE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A LEMON! For those that don't know what a lemon is, it means that it will be a sex scene. If you don't wish to read it, please feel free to skip over it. We will be writing chapter 11 in such a way that if you wish to skip chapter 10 (THE LEMON) you won't miss out on any of the major plot or interesting information such as that.

Disclaimer: We don't own the characters. And Kudos to all the musicians mentioned. Especially Nickleback and Santana, because their song Into the Night (see title) inspired this scene.

Thanks for the support peeps.

Lera and Genie


Chapter Nine: Into the Night

Hermione

I stood before the hallway mirror nervously. I had no clue where Draco was taking me tonight, especially dressed like this. I mean, it's not like I was fancy or anything, but the form-fitting halter and jeans. And the heels…hoo-boy. I did a practice twirl and dance in them. I could move alright, so I guess they were fine. Especially since they were uber comfortable.

Which worried me. Gorgeous and comfort in shoes do not mix inexpensively. Draco wouldn't tell me how much he spent on my earlier. I glanced at the clock; almost seven-thirty, time to go. I took a deep breath, wondering why I felt nervous. Before leaving for Draco's cabin, however, I snatched up the piece of parchment that had the poem on it from my bed.

When he opened the door, Draco wasn't exactly ready and I blushed. "You gonna put a shirt on, then?" I asked as he stepped back and let me in. He was wearing dark, tight fitting jeans and black shoes. I was guessing he'd just gotten out of the shower, seeing as droplets of water clung to his chest and hair, causing the snowy golden locks to cling to his head. 'Wow', I thought, 'he is actually gorgeous when he isn't scowling.'

"Um, yeah, sorry I got carried away in the shower," He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck after closing the door. "Have a seat in the den and I'll finish getting ready."

I nodded and slipped into the small living room to wait on the love seat. On the coffee table was a small, intricately hand carved jewelry box. A clever plan formed in my mind and I pulled out the poem parchment. I was just opening the jewelry box when I heard footsteps. I jerked back and hid the paper between my legs just as Draco stuck his head in the doorway, smiling shyly at me.

"I meant to say, you look really…great tonight," he grinned and hurried away before I could say anything back. I blushed and slipped the parchment into the jewelry box, leaving the corner showing out under the lid.

Five minutes later Draco once again appeared in the doorway, this time fully clothed. For some odd reason my breath caught in my throat. He was wearing a perfectly fitting white button-up shirt with a dark brown leather jacket. His hair was messy, yet neat. Honestly, he looked great.

"You clean up good," I smiled, making my over to him, "Where are we going, by the way?"

Draco

We apparated into the city where we went shopping earlier. After dinner at a nice restaurant I had found while window shopping, I led the way to a club, though Hermione didn't know that.

"Where are we going?" she asked for the fifth time.

"Just relax," I laughed, "You'll see soon enough."

When we rounded the corner of the last block before the club, Hermione actually gasped. "We aren't going there are we?"

"Yes," I smiled and led her past the long line to the front door, where I nodded at the bouncer. He stepped back, letting us past and I held the door open for Hermione. When we stepped into the main room, Fer Sure by Medic Droid was playing. It was one of my favorite songs.



"I love this song!" Hermione cried out, and immediately started singing along and dancing, "Fuck me in the back seat, fuck me in the back seat!"

"Okay," I said quietly. "OW!" A sudden sharp pain shot through my arm where she hit me. Hard.

She glared at me before grinning and slipping off to the dance floor. I wanted to watch her go, but I followed her instead, preferring the option of dancing with her than just spectating.

Once on the dance floor, I grabbed her hand, spinning her around a few times before pulling her close to me and, taking her by the hips, moving our bodies together with the music. She was surprisingly an excellent dancer.

Forty minutes later I just had to take a break. I told Hermione I was going to get a drink and sit down at one of the tables for a few minutes.

"Okay!" she called back over another Medic Droid song. I nodded and made my way to the bar, ordering a coke and rum before taking a seat where I could watch Hermione. When the song was close to ending she slipped over to my table.

"I'm gonna keep dancing, I'm not tired!" she yelled before snatching up my drink and taking a long drink. That's when a man came over to the table. He had dark, messy hair and black eyes. Tall and lean, he was very attractive. For a guy that is.

"Hey, do you want to dance with me?" he asked Hermione. She swallowed her mouthful of drink and set down the glass, nodding.

"Yeah, I'm Hermione!" she shook his hand and he held onto hers.

"I'm Harold," he smiled warmly.

"Oh my God…" I growled, rolling my eyes. Not only did he look like Potter, he had a similar name.

"It's a pleasure to meet an appealing woman such as yourself," Harold's gaze shifted to my face, "Especially one who seems so happy to dance with me. I'm honored."

Bastard. I rubbed my temple with my middle finger before turning back to my drink. The next time I looked up Hermione was dancing with Marigold or whatever his name was. Very close. I sneered at them, noticing the song Into the Night by Nickelback and Santana. Irony…how I hate it.

Half way through the song I said fuck it, slamming my second drink and marching out onto the dance floor. "E'scuse me," I practically shoved Mary out of the way, turning to Hermione, leaning into her hair, wrapping my arm around her from behind.

"Ready to be with a real man?" I whispered huskily into her ear, letting my breath barely graze it. She shivered and started to pull away but I slipped my hands into her jean pockets, pulling her closer, "No no, you're not going anywhere."

"What about me?" Suzy cried out, obviously mad I stole his dance partner.

Hermione looked over at him, "Thanks but I'm good now."

I ignored him with her and concentrated on dancing, moving my right arm and wrapping it around her shoulders while my left arm remained snaked around her waist, hand in the right-front pocket. Hermione moved her hands to rest on my thighs, occasionally stroking me as we swayed together.