AN: Thank you for all the kind words. Club Glamour features the music of Rihanna in this chapter.
'Blondie' - Hermione Granger
'Blue' - Draco Malfoy
'Mocha' - Angelina Johnson
'Spike' - Rolanda Hooch
'Rasta' - Kingsley Shacklebolt
CLUB GLAMOUR
Chapter 9
The following Friday found Hermione Granger A.K.A. 'Blondie' sitting at her usual table in the club. Ledger and quill forgotten, she stared morosely out at a dance floor full of happy revellers. All sorts of characters contorting their bodies this way and that to the pounding beat. It was certainly a testament to the muggle in her as she watched Fred Flintstone dancing wildly with Speed Racer. Off to one side, Racer X stared at the couple. Jealous cobalt blue eyes flashing beneath his darkened mask.
Smirking she caught sight of 'Blue' flitting about the dancers wriggling his thin body seductively against anyone and everyone.
'Draco is such a slut.' She thought as her friend insinuated himself between Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Wonder Woman. Sliding his body against the blonde dancer and earning himself a hiss from the other.
Her inquisitive chocolate brown eyes gazed towards the bar where she spied the familiar form of 'Mocha' cheerfully chatting with a few revellers as she skillfully mixed drinks. A blonde eyebrow raised as the young woman spied 'Spike' sitting at her usual bar stool. She watched as the spike haired witch eyed the bartender with an obvious leer.
"You really could be arrested for what you're thinking."
'Spike' shot her girlfriend a smirk, "Yes and YOU could be arrested as an accessory."
A dark eyebrow quirked, "Oh really?"
"Yup."
"How so?"
There was a pregnant pause, then 'Spike' replied with a saucy smirk, "Just add a little juice and you vibrate happily all night long!"
Raucous laughter drowned out the tart reply from the bartender to her lover. Waving her wand at the music box under her bar, 'Mocha' said loudly, "Go Dance!"
The music of Rihanna's "Please don't stop the music" began to play...
"Please don't stop the music,
please don't stop the music,
please don't stop the music,
please don't stop the music!"
'Spike' shot her love a grin and asked, "May I have this dance lovely lady?"
"It's getting late...
"I'm makin' my way over to my favourite place."
'Mocha' grinned back and replied as she batted her eyelashes, "I would be honoured kind madam."
"I gotta get my body movin'.
Shake the stress away."
'Blondie' frowned at hearing the word 'madam'. She gazed at 'Spike' intensely, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"I wasn't lookin' for nobody,
when you looked my way."
"How many butch women with spiked hair do you know named 'madam?' And how many of them look that good in leather?" The young witch asked herself focussing her whole being on that single thought.
"Possible candidate, yeah.
Who knew that you'd be up in here,
lookin' like you do."
'Mocha' began slowly swaying her body, getting into the groove. 'Spike', on the other hand, wasted no time at all in wrapping strong arms around the sensual, caramel coloured bartender.
"You're makin' stayin' over here impossible."
'Blondie's' mouth fell open as she realized that 'Spike' was Madam Hooch.
"Baby I must say your aura is incredible.
If you don't have to go, don't."
Feeling her lover's body pressing into her from behind, 'Mocha' closed her eyes and threw back her head, moaning loudly as she felt lips on her neck.
"Do you know what you started.
I just came her to party,
but now we're rockin' on the dance floor.
Actin' naughty, ya hands around my waist.
Just let the music play.
We're hand in hand, chest to chest,
and now we're face to face."
Goosebumps made themselves known across soft skin as 'Mocha' felt those tantalizing lips move to the back of her neck. Strong hands grasped her hips in a firm hold as together they moved in time with the beat.
"I wanna take you away.
Let's escape into the music,
DJ let it play!"
Images of a certain red haired witch appeared in 'Blondie's' mind as she watched Madam Hooch grinding against Angelina Johnson. The young witch remembered that 'Spike' and 'Red' usually came to the club together because they worked together? If that were so, then that meant that 'Red' worked at Hogwarts. A teacher? If so, then there was no doubt that the young woman knew the identity of her paramour.
The woman tried to focus her thoughts but found that anytime she tried to concentrate on just who 'Red' might be, her mind immediately clouded with other nonsensical matters.
"I just can't refuse it,
like the way you do this.
Keep on rockin' to it.
Please don't stop the music!
Please don't stop the music!"
The image of a Lion dancing with a serpent appeared in her thoughts causing the young woman to growl and shift her eyes to the slim form of 'Blue'. "He wouldn't do that... would he?"
"I wanna take you away.
Let's escape into the music,
DJ let it play!"
A second image of two lions humping caused 'Blondie' to shriek loudly, "God dammit you bloody git!" As she realized that she'd had a spell cast on her.
A certain blue haired git looked over to the corner table to see 'Blondie' pull her wand out and aim it at him. Squealing like a girl, he ducked behind 'Mocha' and 'Spike'.
"I just can't refuse it,
like the way you do this,
keep on rockin' to it.
Please don't stop the music!
Please don't stop the...
Please don't stop the music!"
'Spike' felt someone press up against her bum and growled, "You're trespassing on private property!" She turned to see 'Blue' hiding behind her and her companion, "Whut the bloody hell are you doing?"
Frightened grey eyes blinked up at her, "Hide me! I think she might have figured it out!"
"Baby are you ready 'cause it's gettin close."
'Mocha' glanced over at the corner table to see 'Blondie' rising, "Uh oh... she's getting up."
"Don't you feel the passion ready to explode.
What goes on between us, no one has to know.
This is a private show, oh!"
Surprisingly, 'Blondie' didn't stalk out to the dance floor. Instead she stepped behind the bar and proceeded to fix a few drinks for the people standing there. When she was finished, she grabbed a bottle of firewhiskey and stomped down the short hall behind the bar.
"She went to the 'Gettin' To Know You' rooms with a bottle of booze."
"Aw shit." 'Blue' muttered as he stood fully. Sighing sadly, he shot a forlorn look at the women before him, then stalked off the floor and headed to the office.
"Do you know what you started?"
I just came here to party.
But now we're rockin' on the dance floor."
'Spike' pulled 'Mocha' closer and growled, "Now where were we?"
"Actin' naughty, ya hands around my waist.
Just let the music play.
We're hand to hand, chest to chest,
and now we're face to face."
"Aren't we just?" 'Spike' commented as she claimed 'Mocha's' luscious, moist lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
"I wanna take you away.
Let's escape into the music,
DJ let it play!"
All around the lovers dancers watched, grinning at the witches. Some began hooting encouragement even though the truth be told, neither witch needed any encouraging at all.
"I just can't refuse it,
like the way you do this,
keep on rockin' to it.
Please don't stop the..
Please don't stop the music!"
Taking the cue from the two witches, Speed Racer and Fred Flintstone leaned in and shared a sweet, soft kiss. Racer X groaned sadly. With his feet scuffling on the floor, the tall spandex clad man moved towards the front of the club and the exit. His broad shoulders slumped. Who would've guessed that his date would fall for a caveman?
"I wanna take you away.
Let's escape into the music,
DJ let it play!
Wonder Woman eyed up Buffy the Vampire Slayer for a moment. The latter shook her head and stated, "I'm with Faith."
Shrugging the tall, leggy brunette began grooving to the music once again. This time with a tall, broad shouldered dark skinned man with dreds, "Come on Rasta let's groove!"
"I just can't refuse it,
like the way you do this,
keep on rockin' to it.
Please don't stop the..
Please don't stop the..
Please don't stop the music!"
'Mocha' and 'Spike' moved together smoothly. Like they'd been doing it for years. So in to each other that everything else was tuned out. So much so that they didn't see 'Blue' come back out of the office and head towards the short hall behind the bar.
"Ma-ma-say, ma-moo-sa, mama-ma-koo-sa!
ma-ma-say, ma-moo-sa, mama-ma-koo-sa!
ma-ma-say, ma-moo-sa, mama-ma-koo-sa!
ma-ma-say, ma-moo-sa, mama-ma-koo-sa!
Please don't stop the music!"
'Blondie' ripped her wristband off and threw it on the coffee table that magically appeared in front of her. Cracking open the bottle of firewhiskey, she brought it to her lips. A low growl rumbling as she drank.
The vitriolic liquid burnt a path down to her belly. Grimacing, she took another gulp.
Another burn.
Flopping herself into an over-stuffed tatty old sofa which conveniently appeared beside the table she growled, "Goddamn Draco.. I'm going to kill him. Kill him. KILL HIM!" Each word "kill" was punctuated with a hard punch to the arm of the sofa.
Another gulp, followed by a loud belch. Then another growl, "I'm going to cut all his hair off! Leave him bald and yowling like a baby!"
She ran an angry hand through her unruly chestnut mane, "He's been fucking with my mind!"
Another drink, two swallows. A long lingering burn in the back of her throat.
"Arsehole."
She took another long gulp and clunked the bottle on the table, "Why would he screw with my mind?"
"Because you are your worst enemy."
She looked up to see the very object of her ranting standing just inside the door. She went to reach for her wand, but wasn't quick enough.
"Accio Hermione's wand!"
Angry dark eyes watched as the long thin piece of wood flew into a pale, elegant fingered hand. "If there's any way you can find to sabotage your life, you'll find it." The tall, blue haired man hissed.
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
"Not!"
Raising a bushy eyebrow, the tall man leaned down and grasped the now half empty liquor bottle, "Oh yeah? Then what's this?"
Growling, Hermione's eyes narrowed, "Bugger off."
Gritting his perfect teeth, 'Blue' grated, "That's your answer to everything? Hide in the bottle? You are drinking yourself to death! Don't you realize that?... Does 'Red' know?"
Hearing the name of her soon-to-be lover, Hermione's eyes flashed as the real reason she fled to this room came to mind, "You cast some kind of confundus on me... On us didn't you?"
She was answered with a very telling silence.
Tears formed in melting chocolate eyes, "Why? Why would you do that?" Large drops of salty wetness spilled down her soft cheeks as she continued, "I thought we were friends."
'Blue's' grey eyes clouded with unshed tears as he whispered, "We are. I love you Hermione. You are my best friend and I want you to be happy. I know who 'Red' is and I KNOW that you two are perfect for each other. Just like I KNOW that as brilliant as you are, you would immediately figure out who she is."
He took a deep breath, "The same applies to her. She is equally brilliant and for her own reasons would've immediately backed away once she realized who you were."
He stepped closer to the sofa and gazed down at his dear friend, compassion brimming in his eyes, "I wanted to give you two a chance to fall completely and irrevocably in love first. That way once you came to realize just who your partner really was, it wouldn't matter. Her stupid reasons and your past wouldn't mean a damn!"
The young woman felt a gentle hand stroke her cheek. She could feel her anger at him slipping away and a deep, defeated sigh escaped her lips, "Why is it I can never stay mad at you?"
She was answered with a brilliant smile and twinkling grey eyes.
Standing, she grumbled, "Come on then, we have a club to run. Knowing Hooch, she's probably got the Go-Go kids naked by now."
'Blue" smirked, "Figured her out did ya?"
Hermione shot him an answering smirk, "Like that was really a challenge." She went to reach for her wristband when 'Blue' stopped her.
"Wait."
He watched as she turned around. With a deep sigh, he said, "I will remove the spell so that it wears off gradually. OK?"
Nodding, she smiled, "I appreciate why you did it. Just don't do it again."
He answered her with an annoying grin. Quirking his eyebrow, he reminded her, "Remember that I'm a Slytherin." He winked at the look she shot him. Then as another wicked thought came to mind, he said, "Oh yes.. there's something else."
She cast the young wizard a curious look.
A small giggle slipped from his thin lips as he pulled his own wristband off, "Here. You put this one on and I'll wear your's."
Hermione laughed as Draco snatched her band and swiftly put in on. Immediately the tall man was engulfed in a cascade of long golden blonde hair and full lushly plump lips, "You look like your father taking female hormones!"
The young man giggled as he put his old band on her, "They'll think we've gone mad." Outright laughter erupted as he watched the short, shapely woman morph into a bushy browed, sharp faced elf with spiked blue hair.
"You look like an insane elf!"
"Yeah? Well you've got child bearing lips!"
Hardy laughter echoed down the short hall as the two people made their way back out to the main part of the club. More guffaws, belly laughs and hoots resounded as the crowd took in their appearance.
'Spike' grinned at her lover as she whispered, "Looks like all is well."
'Mocha' shot her a knowing glance and pointed at Draco as the young wizard surreptitiously waved his wand at Hermione. Both witches could see him moving his lips as he muttered a spell. The bartender cocked a thin eyebrow and replied mysteriously, "For now."
The following afternoon found 'Blondie' standing in the same meadow from when 'Red' had taken her to dinner in the clouds. In the sunlight, the verdant piece of ground was alive with sights, sounds and smells that could only be magical in origin. The tall grasses tickled at her fingertips as she stroked through them. The smell of heather and lavender was thick in the air. As was another scent. Familiar to the young woman.
The scent of old parchment, of books, of burnt logs from the fireplace. The scent of ginger newts and tea and something more...
The scent of a woman.
Earthy, intensely arousing, compelling the young woman to move closer to the tall, red haired witch who strolled through the meadow at her side. She smiled as she felt a strong hand clasp her own.
"This is nice."
"Indeed. I thought you might enjoy a picnic."
The older woman waved her hand in the direction of a nearby gently rolling hillside. The young woman's dark gaze fell upon objects at the crest of the hill.
Low tables laden with all manner of food and drink surrounded by roundish blobs of colour. Reds, blues, greens and an occasional yellow lay here and there around the food. As the two women drew closer, 'Blondie' noted just exactly what those blobs actually were.
Oversized bean bag chairs.
The young woman threw back her head and bellowed a hearty belly laugh.
Grinning, 'Red' pulled the young woman into the circle of furniture and whispered, "I am glad you approve."
"Whole heartedly. This is one piece of muggle engineering that has it's own kind of magic!" Was the blonde woman's reply as she flopped down onto a red chair. Feeling the beans mould around her body, she smiled and reached out, pulling the red head down beside her, "Now that's more like it."
'Red' gazed into twinkling chocolate and felt herself fall deeper in love with the blonde. She hadn't yet voiced this to the young woman, but she knew it to be true. No matter how hard the mighty Headmistress fought against the feeling rising in her heart. It was too late. She was lost to the dark eyed blonde.
The two women enjoyed a leisurely meal on the hillside basking in the summer sun and each other's company. 'Blondie' had conjured a padded blanket and after spreading it over some soft clover, had convinced 'Red' to stretch out on it.
She grabbed a dish of sweet, juicy grapes and proceeded to feed them to her date one by one. Loving the throbbing pulse that shot through her lower regions every time 'Red's' soft lips slid over her fingertips.
When the dish had been emptied, 'Red' waited for her witch to banish the empty bowl, then reached out and wrapped strong arms around the smaller woman. Pulling those lush curves over her own. Both women moaned at the sensation.
"You feel so good." 'Red' whispered against perfectly kissable lips.
Her partner's response was drowned into an unintelligible mumble as mouths meshed into hotly, passionate kisses.
The women touched and caressed. Fingers moving lightly over soft curves. Their movements were gently restrained. Neither stepping too far over the line. They were both acutely aware of the other. Both knowing that soon they would take the next step but wanting to savour every delicious sensation, every sweet moment.
Hours later found a tall red haired woman dressed rather smartly in beige trousers with a white pullover and a shorter, curvy blonde wearing a gauzy off white summer dress. They were casually strolling down a London street. It was nearing sunset and 'Blondie' had convinced 'Red' to check out a park near her flat.
Entering the lush, green space through ornate wrought iron gates, the two women stepped onto a gravel path. Tall elegant evergreens bore silent witness as the lovely women slowly walked by.
Low spreading hedges and formal boxed beds of brightly coloured pansies and violas provided a scenic vista that took the taller woman's breath away.
"This is quite lovely my dear."
'Blondie' grinned and pointed towards a large pond that had appeared as they rounded a bend in the path, "This is one of my favorite spots." There was a park bench along the path as it wound it's way around the water. The women decided to sit for a while.
Shortly, several swans appeared across the pond and headed in their direction.
"They'll be looking for a hand-out." The young woman whispered as she conjured a bag of day old bread. She stood and moved to the waters edge.
'Red' stared at the young woman. Entranced at the feminine grace in her movements. Wondering at the familiar mannerisms she was seeing. There was so much that was familiar about her young love. Something that sat just at the edge of her consciousness. Something that every time she tried to focus on it... It would slip away into nonsense.
Shaking her head, she joined her date at the edge of the pond and proceeded to help feed the large, elegant birds.
An hour or so later found the two women at yet another bench chatting. The space in which they sat was surrounded by tall elegant sea-green junipers that provided not only much needed privacy, but the spicy scent of evergreen. The sun had set and the park was cast in gorgeous shades of orange, golden yellow and deep reds.
"This is a very lovely place. Thank you for sharing it with me." 'Red' commented as she grasped her young love's hand. Staring into dark chocolate eyes, she asked, "May I ask a question?"
The young woman nodded quietly wondering what her date was thinking. The older woman had seemed rather contemplative today, "Surely you know you can ask me anything?"
Emerald eyes twinkled, "Except who you really are."
A familiar looking cheeky grin was the other woman's only reply.
'Red' frowned, "Whenever I have tried to focus on you, I find that my mind fills with the most startling images." She was surprised when 'Blondie' let out an amused snort.
"Let me guess... a lion and a serpent dancing, then two lions humping?"
"How did you know?"
Rolling her eyes, 'Blondie' snarked, "Lucky guess." At the mystified expression on the older woman's face, she added, "My friend's idea of a joke I guess."
"Your blue haired friend?"
'Blondie' nodded.
"Draco Malfoy."
The blonde gazed at her companion, eyes wide with surprise. Smiling, 'Red' added, "It was not that difficult to figure out. That night at the club when Narcissa Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks were there..." She trailed off knowing her young companion would remember.
'Blondie' nodded as she remembered the night in question. She could see 'Red' staring at her inquisitively.
"What is your question?"
"What spell did Draco cast on us?"
Chocolate eyes widened, "Uh...um."
Emerald eyes narrowed, "Did you know about it?"
The blonde shook her head, "I figured it out last night. He told me he would reverse it."
'Red' cocked an eyebrow, "Let me guess... a confundus?"
The young woman nodded, "He said that if we knew who the other was that there was a good chance that we wouldn't have chosen to pursue this...relationship."
The red head nodded, "Ah.. I understand." She gazed at the young woman for a long moment, then added, "He is probably right."
'Blondie' felt her eyes well up with tears as she quietly asked, "Would it matter to you who I am? Would it matter to me who you are?"
There was a suspicious wetness sparkling in emerald eyes as the older witch replied, "If you have to ask the question, then you already know the answer."
Any other conversation was abruptly interrupted by huge raindrops that suddenly decided that now was a good time to fall.
"Yikes!" 'Blondie' cried out. She glanced about looking for shelter. Seeing nothing, she made a decision. Grabbing her companion's hand, she said, "Let's go to my place. It's not far."
The red head stared at the young woman for a single moment, then nodded.
Both women moved at a fast walk towards the gates of the park. The fast walk morphed into a trot as the rain began to get harder. The trot burst into a full blown laughing sprint as the women raced pell-mell down the pavement towards a tall brick building with two concrete lions guarding the front steps.
Skidding to a stop beside one of the lions, A completely drenched 'Red' patted it's head, "Ah the mighty Griffindor."
Giggling, 'Blondie' pushed wet, matted hair out of her eyes and pulled her love up the steps and into the building.
'Red' watched in fascination as 'Blondie' approached a glass door in front of them, then abruptly swerved and went to the wall. The young woman stood peering at a series of buttons. Pressing one, she watched as a glass door swung open.
"Come." The dripping wet blonde beckoned.
Feeling her clothing sticking wetly to her skin, the red head took a deep gulp and followed the young woman towards an elevator, "You have a lift?"
'Blondie' nodded and added sarcastically, "Yup and indoor plumbing too!"
Her companions reply was a pinch on her shapely backside.
The young woman gave a surprised yip, but didn't move away. Instead she backed up against the body of her companion.
Naughtily, 'Red' kept her hand resting on the firm left buttock of her love. Feeling the smaller woman's curves pressing into her, she gave a low growl, "You better be careful not to tread somewhere you are not ready to go."
The doors to the elevator opened and 'Blondie' stepped inside. Turning to face 'Red', she unfastened several buttons on her dress exposing more than a hint of ample cleavage, "Oh... I'm plenty ready."
Emerald eyes darkened as the tall witch stepped into the lift.
The doors closed just as eager mouths met.
-to be continued
AN: Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm evil for leaving it there. *evil cackle echoes wickedly*
