A/N: All of my thanks to my beta I Was BOTWP mostly for grading my smut in this chapter an A which means the world coming from an award-winning smut writer like yourself. Also, thank you to my readers for sticking with me. I can't wait to hear your thoughts on the ending. If you check my Facebook page, I will be posting my Hen Night Dramione wedding aesthetic soon.

Hermione sat on the edge of her seat, bouncing up and down a bit in an attempt to diffuse the delirious giggles that kept bubbling up like the champagne she'd been consuming for the better part of the evening. Everything was so surreal right now and completely beyond the pale of normalcy. In what world would Hermione Granger ever be okay letting the man she loved strip down in front of a crowd of screaming women all reaching out to claw and grab at him? Apparently this world, as Hermione found herself eagerly anticipating that man while surrounded by said screaming women.

Truth be told, the whole thought of her man up here on the stage dancing just for her made her deliciously turned on. She wondered if that's why Draco had agreed so quickly. Had he sensed her desire? She wouldn't put it past him. He seemed to know all of her little facial cues and tells.

"Okay, ladies," the announcer drawled out. "This here is a special treat! We have a first-timer coming up on the stage tonight, so please, be gentle with him." The announcer's chuckles were drowned out by the erupting screams of the audience. "Welcome to the stage Count Shag-ula!"

Hermione had to stop herself from doubling over in laughter at the stupid moniker. Had Draco picked that name, or had the club? She'd have to ask him about that when this was all over. For now it was time to concentrate on the synthesized music pumping from the speakers and the silhouette of Draco behind the white curtain at the back of the stage.

She was a little surprised at how easy it was for her to tune out the club goers as the curtain raised to reveal Draco holding a long black cape close to his body. He strutted out onto the stage slowly, matching the beat of Def Leppard's "Love Bites". Nice, Hermione thought to herself. He'd taken her advice on trying out a slower paced song. Not only that, but he's picked one that actually held a bit of special meaning to them as they had had many a steamy shower duet to this song in their courtship.

Draco's eyes were trained on her as he extended his arms out to show off the vampire-esque cape. In any other situation, she would have laughed and teased him about a similarity to Professor Snape and the way he'd used to swish and swirl his robes, but Draco's burning gaze left nothing but lust in her. He'd finally reached her in the chair, and he wrapped the cape around her, bringing her close enough to touch as he tilted their cloaked bodies back onto the chair legs before he pulled away again teasingly with his trademark smirk.

Hermione reached her hands out to pull him back to her, but he dropped down to his knees instead and gave her a taunting shake of his head as he ran his hands up her legs and spread them wide. She gripped onto his shoulders as his head dipped down, and then she felt Draco's lips as he nipped playfully at her inner thighs. She felt his nose graze the hem of her shirt dress as he inhaled.

Maybe it was the combination of his proximity to her and the music. Or maybe it was just instincts that had her gripping his hair to keep him there at the juncture of her thighs as her mind filled with images from their shower scenes.

Draco was on his knees before her, her left leg thrown over his shoulder as he breathed in her scent.

"Gods, you're the most delectable thing I have ever tasted, Granger," he groaned before latching his mouth once more into her clit. Her hands fisted in his hair as his tongue drew circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Cause making love to you might drive me cra-zaaaayyyy…."

Draco was up and fumbling a bit with the buttons on the white shirt under the cape. Hermione reached out once more, ready to rip the shirt apart, but with a flourishy little spin he moved away from her. Oh sod that, she thought, and jumped up, knocking the chair over in her haste. She met him in two strides, determination glittering in her eyes. She grasped the shirt in her hands and tore the blasted thing open much to the delight of the club's patrons who scrambled to catch the flying buttons. Draco's astonishment lasted only a brief second before he grabbed her hands and whirled her around so that her back was held tight against his bare chest.

He held her up against his chest with one arm, the other arm was snaked down across her hips, his hand buried into her folds. His thumb rubbed softly on her clit, while he pumped three fingers forcefully inside of her. She met his fiery eyes in the mirror.

"Don't look at me, look at yourself," Draco growled into her ear. "I want you to watch as you come undone."

"Unghh, ohhh," she moaned, as her muscles began to clench and spasm around his fingers.

Draco's hands rubbed down her hips and then back up again. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder and she turned her nose to his neck, breathing him in. Her tongue darted out and caught a few droplets of his sweat. He quickly spun her, but this time he kept her close, gripping her hands and allowing her to run them down his chest and stomach and back up again.

"Take off my shirt," he ordered. His voice was low and husky. Hermione bit her lip, pleased that he seemed to be as affected by their sexy dance as she was. She slid the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms before pulling it free and tossing it haphazardly into the crowd. Draco ground his hips against her in time with the music. With a small wink to the audience, he covered them in the cloak and stole a heated kiss. Then, with a snap, the cape was gone, lost to the back of the stage. Hermione was vaguely aware of a feminine hand reaching out to fight with an apparent stage hand for her souvenir. Her attention was caught by Draco as he placed her hands on the belt securing his trousers.

"Would you do the honors, my lady?" he asked loudly enough to carry through the club. With a broad grin, she quickly unbuckled the belt and yanked it free. Before she could toss it to the stage hand that she now knew was at the back of the stage ready to retrieve the clothing, Draco turned his back to her.

"Spank me," he ordered.

"Are you sure?" She'd never done this outside of their bedroom, and even then she'd only ever used her hand on him.

With an exaggerated sigh and shake of his head, Draco led her back to the chair, and bent over, gripping the sides of the seat so that his ass was prominently displayed for her.

"Spank me," he said once more. "But remember that the guy said to be gentle with me."

"You asked for it," she teased, and looped the belt in her hands.

On the first blow, Draco laughed and said, "Come on, you can do better than that!"

She landed another slap, but felt a little bad as she saw him wince slightly, so the next one was a touch lighter. Draco grunted, and grabbed the belt.

"Your turn," he grinned.

Hermione swapped places with him, holding onto the seat, and braced herself for the first blow.

"You're holding back!" She panted. Draco smoothed his hand across her backside, rubbing away the sting from his hand. Hermione was on all fours, and he was buried to the hilt inside of her, thrusting away. She knew he'd be surprised by her request that he spank her during their lovemaking, but she had found out years ago that the right hands could really increase her pleasure in this position.

"I've just never done this before," he'd whined. "It's against everything in my nature to hit a woman."

"Ugh, don't think of it as hitting me," she scolded. "It's just spanking. It's sexy." He brought his hand down, cupping her bottom after impact. "That's better. Do it again."

After three glancing blows with the belt, Draco spun her so that she was once again sitting on the chair. He straddled her thighs, rolling his pelvis and grinding himself into her. She ran her hands along his thighs and stomach, relishing in the feel of him as he treated her to her first real lap dance. Her hands brushed against his erection, and she raised her eyebrows, meeting his molten eyes that gave nothing away. He leant down and nipped her earlobe.

"I will be fucking you as soon as we're done," he whispered before pulling away to showboat a bit for the crowd.

Hermione was almost scared to leave the chair, sure that it had melted clean away from the heat she was giving off. She could tell that the song was coming to a close (finally), and Draco was now undoing his trousers. Could she snatch him away before he got them down? Too late. The song ended just as Draco revealed a sequined silver thong, and the crowd lost their minds in delight as he flexed.

The stage went dark, and Hermione sat there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do next. She'd never made it this far the last time that she'd been on this stage. She thought that she could hear Draco hiking up his trousers, and then she felt him take her hand. She gratefully held on tightly as he pulled her to the backstage area, not stopping until they'd reached a dingy one stall lavatory. Once he'd made sure the door was secured, he slammed her back into it, crashing his mouth to hers.

"That was by far the sexiest fucking thing we have ever done," he grunted as he stopped for breath.

"Agreed." She threaded her fingers through his sweaty locks, and brought his mouth back to hers as he let his trousers fall to the floor. His hands then raced up her thighs to hike her dress up around her waist. She hopped a bit to pull her legs up around his waist, and he roughly moved her panties to the side to begin teasing her with his fingers. As he expertly swirled her wetness, her eyes rolled back in her head. She laced her arms around his bare torso, clenching her fingers into his back as she sought her balance. Hermione moved her mouth down to suck and kiss at his collarbone but pulled up short as she noticed something that distracted her from the euphoria coursing through her.

"Are you wearing body glitter?" she asked, holding back a laugh.

His hands froze in place just before sinking into her. "It's body oil. The other guys said it would look good under the spotlights."

"It's sparkly," she snorted as the laughter tried to escape.

"Do you really want to talk about this now?" he asked snarkily, circling a finger around her opening and causing her legs to go weak.

"N-n-nooo," she sighed as his finger slowly entered her channel.

His ministrations were slow and designed to drive her to the brink of insanity. His thumb rubbed her clit as he sank not one, but two more fingers inside and began thrusting. He crooked his fingers towards himself to find the spongy mass of tissue inside of her. Hermione sank her teeth into his shoulder and dug her fingers into his back as body tensed for the approaching orgasm.

Draco gently spread his fingers inside of her, stretching her slightly. She could feel his cock twitching between them, ready to make its grand entrance. He flexed his fingers and stroked her g-spot once, twice more, and Hermione's whole body came alive. Her back bowed out, and her head knocked against the door as the orgasm crashed through her. Draco swiftly removed his hand, lined his cock up at her entrance, and thrust deep inside of her as she rode the waves of her climax. His arms squeezed her breath away, and he lavished kisses on her neck, jaw, and collarbone as he pumped hard inside of her.

"I'm not gonna last very long," he panted against her chest. "Do you need-?"

"No, ahhh… I'm- ahhhhhhh…." Hermione breathed as she hit her peak once more, though truth be told, she'd never truly come down from her first orgasm that his skillful fingers wrought. Satisfied with her incoherent ramblings, Draco increased his speed. The sounds of slapping flesh echoed dimly through the small restroom. Hermione was sure that her legs were going to give out, but Draco held on to her tightly until he finished, spilling his seed inside of her with one last thrust. His guttural moan reverberated off the tile walls as they both struggled to catch their breaths and balance.

"That was…. oh my stars." Hermione wobbled slightly as her legs ached to hold her upright.

"Agreed," Draco said, echoing her prior statement with a breathless chuckle.

"Where are your clothes?" Hermione asked as she forced her jellied appendages to carry her to the cracked mirror above the sink. "Not that I don't love the spangled thong, mind."

"You didn't know I keep a drawer full of these at home?" Draco joked, giving her a view of his firm buttocks as he spun.

"Must've missed those on laundry day," she smirked.

"They gave me a little locker thingy back here." He pointed to a small row of lockers along the wall that was partially hidden by the stall. "It's for the amateurs, they said. Good thing too, as I had really been stressing over just where I'd have to stash my wand."

Hermione's mind conjured up an image of Draco with his wand stuck up his bum, and she snorted with laughter. His cocked eyebrow let her know that he knew exactly what she'd pictured, so she turned back to the mirror and wiping away the smudges of eye pencil that were starting to creep to her cheeks. Her hair was thoroughly mussed and she bemoaned the fact that she didn't have a hair tie nor did she trust anything in this scummy lavatory enough to conjure one up. Would a deflating charm work, she wondered. Better not chance shrinking her whole head.

"You ready?" Draco asked, tucking his Oxford into his trousers. "Hopefully your friends haven't given up on us and gone home."

"Our friends, Draco," she corrected him as they stepped out into the darkened corridor that led back to the main part of the club.

"Not till after the wedding."

"Incorrigible," Hermione groused quietly.

Reaching their booth, Hermione was a bit surprised to find that Harry and Ron had left their two witches alone and were nowhere to be seen. Ginny sat happily crunching ice and rubbing her belly, while Eloise seemed to be doing her level best to cast her eyes on anything other than Draco.

"Did Potter and Weasley not care for the show?" Draco asked the waiting witches.

"Merlin, no," Ginny laughed. "They escaped out to the pavement as soon as Hermione left for the stage."

"Ah." Draco plopped down in the booth and sidled up to Ginny. With a roll of her eyes at her mannerless fiancé, Hermione scooted into the booth as well. "So, Potterette, how'd I do?"

"Malfoy, if I wasn't pregnant already, I would be after that," Ginny said saucily with a pat to his hand. "Truly inspired performance. Well done, Draco."

"And how about you, Ms Midgen? Did you enjoy my dancing?"

Eloise's cheeks flamed bright red and she fumbled for speech. "I'm, umm, I'm going to find the guys." She hopped out of the booth and quickly rushed for the door.

"I take it she liked it?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, you may want to keep your eye on her," Ginny laughed. "She sure as night couldn't keep her eyes off of Malfoy here! It's a good thing my brother didn't stick around."

"So, let's see," Draco said. "So far tonight I have consumed copious amounts of alcohol. I've gotten a lap dance from a gorgeous woman-"

"Umm, you gave me the lap dance," Hermione interjected.

"Semantics," he replied. "Where was I? Oh yes, my lap dance. I've embarrassed myself in public, that was fun, followed by a spectacular shag-"

"I knew you were shagging!" Ginny cried.

"-in a place that I would never wish to be naked in again. What else can one do on their stag night?"

"I think we've pretty much covered the gauntlet," Hermione said.

"As much fun as this has been, I'm inclined to agree," Ginny said, holding back a yawn. "I just can't party like I used to."

"What do you say, are we done here?" Hermione asked Draco. "Are you ready to take me home and love me forever?"

"Ah, Love," he smiled. "I've been ready for that longer than you know."

Eloise, Ron, and Harry arrived back at the table. "What do you say, gang?" Harry asked. "One last round before we go?"

They all chimed in their agreements, and Ron flagged down their waiter. Draco requested one last round for the table as well as his card. Once Sam had passed out their fresh drinks, and Draco had signed the tab, Draco raised his glass and called for a toast to end the night properly.

"To my bride," he said. "To our wedding. More importantly, to our marriage. And lastly, to our love. May it only continue to grow as we grow old together."

"Aww." The three witches all cooed in unison at the sweet toast, while the men just said "Here, here." With a clinking of glasses, they all downed their drinks, and headed out of the all male revue, a little drunker, a little closer, and ready for whatever else may come their way.

The End

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