She should have known better, after all these years she really should have known that when Ginny Weasley slyly smiles at you it is never good - never! In fact you should run far far away.
But here Hermione stood in front of her full length mirror, the old Hermione from Hogwarts with the bushy hair and large teeth was screaming at her to go and get dressed. That the outfit she had on was highly inappropriate. She would have lost at least 50 points for Gryffindor.
But this new more confident Hermione wasn't going to listen to the bushy haired girl currently berating her. No this confident Hermione wasn't going to hide anymore.
She picked the mask off of her dressing table looking at the intricate lace. Wearing a mask is hiding - hypocrite. No wearing a tiny scrap of lace over her eyes wasn't going to hide it was her. She picked up her wand twirling it between her slender fingers, what colour? Red? No that was Ginny, black was too dark. Hermione smirked as she cast the spell her brown curls turning an icy blonde, much like a certain blonde she hoped would be at the club tonight. A certain blonde she didn't want to hide from.
"Salazars tits Granger, you look - WOW! You sure you are in love with Draco? Maybe you just need to experiment with the right woman. I have been known to make women see stars you know." Hermione could feel the blush colouring her cheeks as Pansy's laughter filled the room. Pansy Parkinson had no filter, non what so ever. It was one of the things Hermione loved and also hated about Pansy.
"Did I tell you Darius went back to Washington? He asked if I would visit him but I told him my heart was here. I think he understood." She hoped he understood. If it wasn't for Draco maybe she would have tried with him but she couldn't deny her feeling for the tall blonde Adonis that was Draco Lucius Malfoy.
"Thank fuck he's gone away, Ginerva and I spoke about hexing his bollocks off if he came near you again." Pansy looked Hermione up and down again. "I will give it to Ginerva she picked the perfect outfit. You will need to beat them off with a stick tonight." Pansy finished applying a delicious deep red lipstick to her already voluptuous lips. Pansy passed it over to Hermione.
"This will finish off your outfit perfectly, just be careful it isn't smudge proof, so no kissing anyone unless you want people to know. Oh and nice touch with the hair, how - Malfoy of you." Hermione applied the deep red colour to her lips, she had never worn a shade like this. She had always stuck to something more natural, less likely to draw attention that way. But tonight she wanted to be noticed, she wanted him to notice her. She wanted him to see her and only her.
He couldn't believe he had agreed to come to this, he wasn't really in the mood for partying but Pansy tapped her over priced pointy heels at him and said if he didn't come she would chop his bollocks off. He knew she was joking - well he hoped she was joking.
So here he was standing at their usual spot drink in hand looking out at all the half naked bodies. As far as he knew the girls hadn't arrived, but then again everyone had masks on so it made it a bit harder to tell.
Wearing a mask and being in a room with people wearing masks was a bit surreal to him. The last time he had been in a group of people wearing masks was when Voldemort and his death eater buddies crashed at his family home. Draco quickly threw up a wall, he didn't need to focus on that particular memory right now. No he needed to focus on if a particular Golden Girl was going to appear tonight. He rally hoped she would. They needed to talk.
"Salazar have you seen some of these women? I mean I just saw some girl with a g string and a mask. Is that even allowed? Is that a legal thing in the muggle world? Actually who the fuck cares! The more tits the better." Draco looked at his best friend as Nott continued scanning the room.
"What about Lovegood? Thought you too were together? She bored of you already? Can't say I blame her really."
"Lu and I are just casual, you know - she floats in and out. It's just a bit of fun. I am far to young and handsome to be tied down, well unless it's to a bed. Did I tell you Lu is wild in the sheets? She does the most delightful thing with her tongue -"
Draco put his hand up. "Enough! I don't need to know the ins and outs of your sex life. What about Parkinson?" He noticed his friends face suddenly looked crestfallen as he shrugged.
"What about her, she said she doesn't need me to save her so why waste my time? Plenty of women out there. You would know if you weren't constantly pining for the Gryffindor Princess. I mean does she have like a magic vagi-"
Theo's words blended into the background as Draco caught sight of a group of women. Parkinson was taking the lead, Draco would know her anywhere with her statement black bob, resting on top of her head a pair of devil horns, her body wrapped in a red pvc playsuit and red gloves, one hand was holding a pitchfork. How appropriate Draco thought.
The third woman was Weasley, she donned on some sort of short black dress, with some sort of black and white head thing. Draco had seen pictures of similar women, nuns he thought. But Ginny's version wasn't one he had ever seen before.
The last women had long icy white hair much like his own, her body clad in a beautiful golden dress that shimmered when the light bounced off of it. A pair of beautiful white wings stuck out behind her. Draco knew who it was, of course he did. He knew every curve, every dip. He had explored them extensively with his tongue numerous times. The woman looked up at him, her beautiful brown eyes framed by golden lace. Oh yes he knew this woman. His own beautiful golden girl.
How did muggles walk in heels without the aid of cushioning charms? Hermione walked into the club behind Pansy and Ginny. Pansy had already told her to stop fidgeting.
"Salazar help me Granger I will cast a sticking charm on your arms so you cannot move them. You look - well it's sickening how good you look. Draco's going to loose his mind and cum in his pants. Maybe I should have St Mungo's on standby."
"She's right Hermione, you look - fucking hot. Enter that club and own it. We are three badass women who are going to rock it tonight."
So here she was in the club but it felt different now she was here. Compared to some people she felt, well overdressed frankly. She had just seen a woman with a g string and a mask? Godric that was- well good for her she guessed.
Hermione felt eyes on her, she knew who was looking at her. She looked up to the balcony and laughed, there stood Draco Malfoy in a white shirt, black trousers and a black mask over his face. He looked like he did every day minus the mask of course.
As she reached the top of the stairs onto the balcony a large hand was holding out a small wine glass to her.
She looked up into the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. She would recognise those eyes and chiselled jaw anywhere.
"Thank you but I don't take drinks from strangers." She batted her eyelashes at him.
Draco lowered down to her ear.
"Strangers don't know what you sound like when you are cumming - I do. It's like the most beautiful music I've ever heard." Draco's aftershave wrapped its self around her like a cloak. He smelt - intoxicating. Hermione needed that drink now. Her mouth was parched but her knickers were soaked. God damn Draco Malfoy.
"I am afraid you have me confused with someone else. Sir." She didn't miss the way his eyes widened when she called him sir. She knew Draco had a dominate side. That he would love her to submit to him and if she was honest she would do that for him, for both of them.
"Granger - we should have a talk about -"
"Come on Hermione let's dance." Pansy dragged Hermione away from Draco. She was glad for the interruption but also she was pissed. Pansy Parkinson was a cock block.
Half an hour Hermione had been away dancing and she was currently at the bar drinking with Weasette. Draco needed to talk to Hermione. He needed to apologise for everything, to tell her everything. Everything.
"Salazar fuck." Draco looked over to Adrian who was currently staring over the balcony, the knuckles on his hands turning white from how hard he was gripping the bar.
"You ok?" Draco looked over the dance floor to see Daphne dancing with some guy. His hands plastered to her ass as she wriggled her body back and forth.
"I - AM - FINE!" Adrian bit out at Draco. He then shook his head and walked towards the bar.
Draco saw Daphne looking up to the balcony and the smirk that appeared on her face. She had obviously planned to annoy Adrian but why? There was something going on there.
"They like each other you know? Just can't admit it. They will work it out sooner or later." Draco looked behind him to see Luna Lovegood dressed as a - fairy.
Fitting Draco thought.
"Lovegood. Didn't realise you were here. How are you?" Draco always thought she had this dreamy look about her. He couldn't imagine her being annoyed or angry at anyone.
"Yes - well I am quite well. Not as well as you though. You have a glow about your aura. I've never seen it before. It's almost gold in colour. Interesting." With the Luna walked off. Luna Lovegood was - different Draco thought. Definitely different.
"What was Draco saying to you earlier? He looked like he could have had you right there and then." Ginny took a sip of her drink.
"He wants to talk. I know we need to have a talk but I don't want to, not right now." Hermione reapplied her lipstick.
"And what do YOU want?" Hermione didn't need to think.
"I want him, I don't want to play anymore games. We are both adults who have already wasted so much time." Ginny gave her a pointed look.
"Well go and get him! What are you waiting for? If he makes you happy then go and get him." Ginny was right. If Hermione wanted something she went and got it. She wanted to be the best in her year at Hogwarts to show everyone that even though she was muggle born she could be the same, no be better than those who had known they were magical since they were born. She had battled all manners of creatures and dark wizards. Hunted horcruxes and even survived a relationship with Ron.
She wanted Draco Malfoy and she was going to have him.
A small dainty hand was held out in front of Draco.
"Granger?"
"Come Draco." His large hand engulfed hers as he stood up. She pulled them through the crowd, her large white wings brushing people as they walked towards the back of the club. They walked past numerous closed doors until they found an empty room.
Hermione pulled him into the room that was either used as a changing area or break room he wasn't sure and quite frankly he didn't care. A sofa sat up against the wall and a table was nearby.
"Sit Draco." Hermione gestured towards the sofa as she reached into her wand holder and pulled out her wand before performing the locking charm.
Hermione walked delicately towards the table, it was almost like she was floating. She put her wand on the table before unclasping the lock holding her wings on.
"As beautiful as these are they aren't practical for what I have planned for us." Her dainty fingers stroking one of the long white feathers, they looked so delicate, soft.
"Granger we need to -" Hermione held up her hand. She walked towards Draco. The lights bouncing off her dress causing little stars of light to dance on the walls and ceiling.
"Yes we need to have a frank and honest conversation Draco but not tonight. Tonight we are just two people, there's no history - no. Tonight is about being here right in this moment. What we feel right in this moment."
Hermione climbed onto his lap. "And right now all I want to feel is you."