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Hermione's POV

That was probably the worst night ever! I thought as I violently slammed my apartment door. Have you ever felt like your plan backfired? Have you ever felt like someone that you despise with a passion is like those annoying zits: doesn't matter what you do or how hard you try to avoid them, they will pop up anywhere?

Well for me, this (metaphoric) zit is Draco Thinks-He's-Some-Hot-Shot Malfoy!

— Three Hours Ago —

(Hermione's POV)

As I said before, I decided to go to the club and forget all about my Malfoy Mission. Anyway, being my first time going to a club in months, I decided to add some extra effort to my appearance. Therefore, I wore the only close-to-modest-dress that Ginny bought for me.

It was a black dress with mild silver jewels that make it sparkle. Though it stopped quite high up my thigh, it was still one of the most simple, yet gorgeous things I owned. I matched the outfit with a pair of black ankle boots, stud earrings and light makeup.

To be honest, I was quite satisfied with the way I looked when I viewed myself in the mirror. That was until I saw my right arm on the reflection: the word 'Mudblood' completely exposed. Though the mark has faded away (slightly), anyone can still figure out what it says.

I cringed as I thought of that night. Every time I do look back at the dreadful day, tears beg to fall from my eyes and now is not an exception. Flashbacks of my high-pitched screams, Bellatrix's evil laughter and other horrid clips played in my mind. Even the memories of Malfoy watching the entire scene take place. Guess what he does to stop it?

Nothing. Emotionlessly, he just stood behind a wooden door watching my involuntary screams and unstoppable tears that flowed vigorously when I was begging his despicable aunt to stop! That's another reason I hate Malfoy and why I don't think he has changed... no one can change that quickly. If he ever were the kind-hearted, lovable person he claims to be now, he would have done something (or at least shown some sort of emotion) that day when I got the scar instead of standing like a statue.

Anyway, back to the way I looked. To cover the mark, I did a quick cover up spell. It did the trick: you can't see my scar anymore. The dress also looks good. Ginny truly has good taste.

Speaking of Gin, I asked her to meet to the club with me but unfortunately she caught a cold. Hope she's okay now.

As I got into the club, I was greeted my loud blasts of music; I decided to get a drink. At the bar, I asked Rick (yes I know the bartender's name) to give a fire whiskey. When I was waiting for my drink, I thought I saw a flash of platinum blond hair. You can probably guess this, my mind immediately went to Malfoy but then extinguished the thought. 'You must be really paranoid to be thinking of him right now' the annoying voice in my head said to me. For once, I actually agree with it!

After I quenched my thirst with the fire whiskey and had a mini conversation with Rick, I decided to look around the club (properly) for the first time tonight. Honestly, I still see the same scenery: couples drunk-dancing (though it looks more like grinding); people shamelessly making out; guys surrounded by girls dressed like prostitutes and well... you get the picture.

After a while, they started playing songs by my favourite band, The Weird Sisters! Because they were playing some of my favourite songs, I started bobbing my head and swaying my upper body on my seat. Out of nowhere, the DJ increased the volume of the music making it hard to resist standing up and starting to sway properly. This sudden burst of confidence also made me enter the drunken crowd and get lost in the music...

Draco's POV

After they started playing The Weird Sisters I decided that I had enough alcohol and that it is time to dance. This part is what usually leads me to taking a bint home for the night. As I walked past the crowd, I suddenly saw the back of a petit brunette figure dancing like a pro. 'I guess I found tonight's girl' I thought as I walked up to the girl and gently put my hands on the sides above her hips.

No One's POV

Hermione froze as she felt a stranger's arm touch her sides from the back. Luckily, she recovered easily. 'Tonight is about getting rid of stress Hermione so calm your bloody nerves and dance with this stranger!' a voice in her head ordered. Though she doubted her conscience, she obeyed the voice and kept moving with the music.

Weirdly, Hermione felt warm and safe in this stranger's arms. As if it was a natural instinct, both of them leaned into each other until their bodies were touching.

Draco felt weird when their bodies were touching; he felt as if it was... right. Never has he ever felt like this with anyone and now this mysterious brunette opened a door to this foreign emotion inside of him. Their bodies moulded perfectly just like their sways to the rhythm of the music. Hermione's head went back so it was leaning on his chest and Draco circled his arms around her softly but securely. He then laid his head on the crook of her neck, took in her scent which he found familiar and then mumbled, "Hey."

Hermione chuckled softly and too mumbled, "Hey" to this person she still thinks is a stranger.

Realizing that her voice sounded recognizable, he said, "You should familiar. Have we met before?"

"I wouldn't know. We haven't seen each others faces yet."

"Maybe we should do that?" Draco joked as she placed his hands on her side again to turn her around.

"How about now?" Hermione joked knowing that this stranger's close to her age as his voice sounded young.

"Okay" Draco replied as he turned Hermione by her hips excitedly but sophisticatedly so they would be face to face.

As they laid their eyes on each other, they both stepped back in shock.

"Granger?" Draco said moving his eyes down her body and then back to her face.

"Malfoy?" Hermione shrieked doing the same thing with her eyes.

At that moment, another thing they both had in common was the eerie feeling of déjà vu.

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