Malfoy dusted off his robes and stood up to face the shocked trio
standing in the doorway.
"Fancy seeing you here, Hermione" he said with a smirk.
"But…But…But I thought you were joking on the train…how…" A
flabbergasted Hermione trailed off.
Harry was next to recover. He strode right up to Malfoy and…
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!" Harry spat into
Malfoy's face, and would have smashed him right in his smug pointed
face if Hermione hadn't of jumped in-between the two.
"Hermione! What is he doing here?" Ron suddenly came to his
senses and was demanding an explanation to this nonsense.
"Well, er…on the train…er, remember? Um, he asked me to, um, stay
here too. I, um, thought he was, um, joking." Hermione said meekly.
"Well Malfoy, you better turn your swaggering ass around and go
home!" Ron shouted.
Malfoy smirked again, and moved to the side of the room, revealing a
burnt out Floo fire. "Sorry boys, if I could, you know I would, but I
seem to have forgotten my Floo powder."
At this point Hermione sank down on the couch, her head in her
hands, and heaved a great sigh. Ron and Harry were still standing
around Malfoy, who was eyeing up her computer.
"Great. Just swell. You're going to have to spend the night until we
can get more Floo powder. Oh no! We're going to have to take you to
the Electric Lemon! Oh no again! It's almost eight!" Hermione said,
jumping up from the couch. "C'mon!"
* * *
Ron had never gotten ready faster in his life. Decked out in a pair of
khakis and a wife beater with an open loose plaid shirt over it, he
dressed and rushed out of the bathroom so Harry, Hermione and
(Grrr) Malfoy could use it. Harry emerged with a T-shirt with some
muggle logo plastered on it and jeans. Malfoy came out with
something similar, except that his T-shirt had some weird flame
design on it. Ron couldn't figure out for the life of him where Malfoy
had managed to get his hands on muggle clothes, but now wasn't the
time to ponder that.
Hermione took the longest to get ready. The three boys sat in the
hallway staring daggers at Malfoy until the bathroom door finally
opened. A very nervous Hermione was standing there, arms crossed
over her bare midriff. Ron heard either Harry or Malfoy gasp loudly.
Hermione was dressed in a cutoff fitted T-shirt that had a sideview of
some kind of bunny in a collar on it and shorts. Dangling from her
ears were enormous hoops and her hair had lost its' bushiness again.
Ron could just make out a bottle of Sleekeasy's Hair Potion on the
counter in the bathroom.
"Well?" She questioned. No one said anything for a moment and the
silence was broken finally by Harry.
"Er---wow" he said awkwardly. "It's, er, unlike you. To dress like that, I
mean" he added quickly. Suddenly, there was a rustling behind Ron.
He twisted around in time to see Malfoy stand up, walk toward
Hermione and pull her hand off her stomach.
"What's this, Granger?" He was gesturing toward her navel. Ron did a
double take. At first it looked like a normal belly button, but on closer
inspection…there was a ring shoved through it. Hermione turned
bright red at the same time the doorbell rang.
"K-Krum…he got a tattoo a-and convinced me…" She was a brilliant
cherry red now, and to hide her mortal embarrassment, grabbed a
black jacket from the hall closet and went downstairs to get the door.
* * *
The doorbell turned out to be Jenna. Hermione greeted her warmly
and led her to the den, where it was totally silent, Ron and Harry
glaring at Malfoy, who wore a perpetual smirk.
"Malfoy, this is Jenna. Jenna, Malfoy." Hermione said curtly. Malfoy
nodded slightly, still smirking, and started fiddling with the remote to
the TV. Jenna slid down on the leather couch next to him and showed
him the correct power button.
Suddenly Ron stood up and strode over to Hermione.
"I need to talk to you. Now." They left the den with curious stares from
the other three, and went to the kitchen. Ron rounded on Hermione.
"I can't take it! He's driving me nuts! Get him out of here or I'm gone
Hermione!" Ron hissed in Hermione's face.
"Ron! There's nothing I can do, and if there was he'd be gone now
and you know it! And how are you supposed to leave if we can't even
get Malfoy out of here?!"
"Well why is he here any ways??!! If he's such a mudblood hater why
the hell is he here in a muggle house with muggle clothes on??!!
Please inform me Hermione. What exactly did he say to you on the
train??!!"
"Um he said he liked my outfit at the ball, and…" Hermione bit her lip,
unwilling to continue. "His mum and dad split up after You-Know-Who
returned, and he's living with his mum…she wanted him to spend
time in the muggle world…cuz…cuz…she doesn't want him to turn
out like his father, all evil and anti-muggle."
"And may I ask why your house Hermione?"
"I don't know, Ron."
* * *
Everyone clambered into Hermione's parents SUV and they started
off for the Electric Lemon, located about 20 minutes from Hermione's
house in London. Hermione had twisted around in her seat that she
shared with Harry to chat with Ron and Jenna, who were sitting in the
back. Ron looked very pleased that Malfoy was banished to the front
passenger seat.
"So what's in this Lemon, Jenna?" Ron asked.
"Lemon? Oh you mean the club! Well…" And she was off discussing
the sound systems, people and music ("Techno! Oh that's the stuff
inside computers!") Ron was captivated and barely even talked to
anyone else but Jenna the whole way.
Harry and Hermione chatted idly about little things until Malfoy
suddenly turned around and leaned over Harry (with a nasty look of
course) to reach Hermione's ear.
"You know how to dance, right?" He whispered to her.
"Of course I do!" Hermione said defensively. "Why?" She added
suspiciously. He offered another smug smile and turned back to his
discussion of the wizarding world with Mr. Granger.
* * *
Harry had never been inside a club, but he had heard of them. It was
teen night tonight, and the place was packed with an under 18 crowd,
gyrating and bouncing to the tune of huge speakers concealed in the
floor, ceiling, and indoor foliage. It was in the style of a coca-cabana,
with fake palm trees everywhere, and real sand for flooring. The
dance floor was glass, and underneath, crystal blue water shimmered
like the sun.
They checked their jackets and scooted into the club. Harry and Ron
just stumped around before Jenna grabbed both their arms and
pulled them off to a corner of the dance floor, where both proceeded
to blush.
"Watch Harry", she called and pulled Ron towards her. He couldn't
believe what she was doing to him, dancing really, really, really close
to Ron, grinding, she called it, while Ron stood stock-still and turned
every shade of red imaginable.
"C'mon move your hips or something!" Jenna called over the tumult of
the beat. Ron started doing this jerky robot-like dance, and Harry had
to duck off the floor before he would explode with laughter. Hermione
and Malfoy were nowhere to be seen, and he sat down on a flimsy
folding chair, observing.
Out of nowhere, a pair of hands clapped over Harry's eyes. He yelled
and jumped up…
"CHO?!" Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Here was the Ravenclaw
seeker herself, in a muggle club called the Electric Lemon.
"Wha…Where…why are you here?" A million questions were running
through his mind.
"I'm muggle-born Harry. You didn't know that?" She smiled, which
was welcome for a change, the last couple of times Harry saw Cho,
she was sobbing over Cedric. Life goes on, he supposed.
Cho grabbed Harry's arm, which gave him a strange tingling
sensation, and tried to lead him onto the packed floor. Oh, no, Harry
thought. I hope she's not going to make me…
"Dance with me Harry!" She called to him. Harry's lips formed to say
no, but instead the exact opposite came out.
"Yeah, sure." I mean no! Why did I say that! The last thing in the
world I wanna do is make an ass out of myself in front of Cho, Harry
thought. Halfheartedly, he led Cho drag him onto the floor as a slower
number came on, which was somewhat comforting, because he had
done this once before.
Cho looked coyly up at Harry, whose heart was beating so fast he
thought he might go into cardiac arrest. Trying to concentrate on
something other than how stupid he felt, he placed his sweaty palm
into Cho's and put his hand around her waist. She did the same, and
they danced with Harry hyperventilating, and Cho giggling slightly at
his reaction.
* * *
That's all for now! Malfoy's here for all those fanatics, more Cho &
Jenna in the next chapters, and the storyline gets even more
complicated. Stay tuned for more…It'll be posted ASAP!
~Ice Princess
standing in the doorway.
"Fancy seeing you here, Hermione" he said with a smirk.
"But…But…But I thought you were joking on the train…how…" A
flabbergasted Hermione trailed off.
Harry was next to recover. He strode right up to Malfoy and…
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!" Harry spat into
Malfoy's face, and would have smashed him right in his smug pointed
face if Hermione hadn't of jumped in-between the two.
"Hermione! What is he doing here?" Ron suddenly came to his
senses and was demanding an explanation to this nonsense.
"Well, er…on the train…er, remember? Um, he asked me to, um, stay
here too. I, um, thought he was, um, joking." Hermione said meekly.
"Well Malfoy, you better turn your swaggering ass around and go
home!" Ron shouted.
Malfoy smirked again, and moved to the side of the room, revealing a
burnt out Floo fire. "Sorry boys, if I could, you know I would, but I
seem to have forgotten my Floo powder."
At this point Hermione sank down on the couch, her head in her
hands, and heaved a great sigh. Ron and Harry were still standing
around Malfoy, who was eyeing up her computer.
"Great. Just swell. You're going to have to spend the night until we
can get more Floo powder. Oh no! We're going to have to take you to
the Electric Lemon! Oh no again! It's almost eight!" Hermione said,
jumping up from the couch. "C'mon!"
* * *
Ron had never gotten ready faster in his life. Decked out in a pair of
khakis and a wife beater with an open loose plaid shirt over it, he
dressed and rushed out of the bathroom so Harry, Hermione and
(Grrr) Malfoy could use it. Harry emerged with a T-shirt with some
muggle logo plastered on it and jeans. Malfoy came out with
something similar, except that his T-shirt had some weird flame
design on it. Ron couldn't figure out for the life of him where Malfoy
had managed to get his hands on muggle clothes, but now wasn't the
time to ponder that.
Hermione took the longest to get ready. The three boys sat in the
hallway staring daggers at Malfoy until the bathroom door finally
opened. A very nervous Hermione was standing there, arms crossed
over her bare midriff. Ron heard either Harry or Malfoy gasp loudly.
Hermione was dressed in a cutoff fitted T-shirt that had a sideview of
some kind of bunny in a collar on it and shorts. Dangling from her
ears were enormous hoops and her hair had lost its' bushiness again.
Ron could just make out a bottle of Sleekeasy's Hair Potion on the
counter in the bathroom.
"Well?" She questioned. No one said anything for a moment and the
silence was broken finally by Harry.
"Er---wow" he said awkwardly. "It's, er, unlike you. To dress like that, I
mean" he added quickly. Suddenly, there was a rustling behind Ron.
He twisted around in time to see Malfoy stand up, walk toward
Hermione and pull her hand off her stomach.
"What's this, Granger?" He was gesturing toward her navel. Ron did a
double take. At first it looked like a normal belly button, but on closer
inspection…there was a ring shoved through it. Hermione turned
bright red at the same time the doorbell rang.
"K-Krum…he got a tattoo a-and convinced me…" She was a brilliant
cherry red now, and to hide her mortal embarrassment, grabbed a
black jacket from the hall closet and went downstairs to get the door.
* * *
The doorbell turned out to be Jenna. Hermione greeted her warmly
and led her to the den, where it was totally silent, Ron and Harry
glaring at Malfoy, who wore a perpetual smirk.
"Malfoy, this is Jenna. Jenna, Malfoy." Hermione said curtly. Malfoy
nodded slightly, still smirking, and started fiddling with the remote to
the TV. Jenna slid down on the leather couch next to him and showed
him the correct power button.
Suddenly Ron stood up and strode over to Hermione.
"I need to talk to you. Now." They left the den with curious stares from
the other three, and went to the kitchen. Ron rounded on Hermione.
"I can't take it! He's driving me nuts! Get him out of here or I'm gone
Hermione!" Ron hissed in Hermione's face.
"Ron! There's nothing I can do, and if there was he'd be gone now
and you know it! And how are you supposed to leave if we can't even
get Malfoy out of here?!"
"Well why is he here any ways??!! If he's such a mudblood hater why
the hell is he here in a muggle house with muggle clothes on??!!
Please inform me Hermione. What exactly did he say to you on the
train??!!"
"Um he said he liked my outfit at the ball, and…" Hermione bit her lip,
unwilling to continue. "His mum and dad split up after You-Know-Who
returned, and he's living with his mum…she wanted him to spend
time in the muggle world…cuz…cuz…she doesn't want him to turn
out like his father, all evil and anti-muggle."
"And may I ask why your house Hermione?"
"I don't know, Ron."
* * *
Everyone clambered into Hermione's parents SUV and they started
off for the Electric Lemon, located about 20 minutes from Hermione's
house in London. Hermione had twisted around in her seat that she
shared with Harry to chat with Ron and Jenna, who were sitting in the
back. Ron looked very pleased that Malfoy was banished to the front
passenger seat.
"So what's in this Lemon, Jenna?" Ron asked.
"Lemon? Oh you mean the club! Well…" And she was off discussing
the sound systems, people and music ("Techno! Oh that's the stuff
inside computers!") Ron was captivated and barely even talked to
anyone else but Jenna the whole way.
Harry and Hermione chatted idly about little things until Malfoy
suddenly turned around and leaned over Harry (with a nasty look of
course) to reach Hermione's ear.
"You know how to dance, right?" He whispered to her.
"Of course I do!" Hermione said defensively. "Why?" She added
suspiciously. He offered another smug smile and turned back to his
discussion of the wizarding world with Mr. Granger.
* * *
Harry had never been inside a club, but he had heard of them. It was
teen night tonight, and the place was packed with an under 18 crowd,
gyrating and bouncing to the tune of huge speakers concealed in the
floor, ceiling, and indoor foliage. It was in the style of a coca-cabana,
with fake palm trees everywhere, and real sand for flooring. The
dance floor was glass, and underneath, crystal blue water shimmered
like the sun.
They checked their jackets and scooted into the club. Harry and Ron
just stumped around before Jenna grabbed both their arms and
pulled them off to a corner of the dance floor, where both proceeded
to blush.
"Watch Harry", she called and pulled Ron towards her. He couldn't
believe what she was doing to him, dancing really, really, really close
to Ron, grinding, she called it, while Ron stood stock-still and turned
every shade of red imaginable.
"C'mon move your hips or something!" Jenna called over the tumult of
the beat. Ron started doing this jerky robot-like dance, and Harry had
to duck off the floor before he would explode with laughter. Hermione
and Malfoy were nowhere to be seen, and he sat down on a flimsy
folding chair, observing.
Out of nowhere, a pair of hands clapped over Harry's eyes. He yelled
and jumped up…
"CHO?!" Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Here was the Ravenclaw
seeker herself, in a muggle club called the Electric Lemon.
"Wha…Where…why are you here?" A million questions were running
through his mind.
"I'm muggle-born Harry. You didn't know that?" She smiled, which
was welcome for a change, the last couple of times Harry saw Cho,
she was sobbing over Cedric. Life goes on, he supposed.
Cho grabbed Harry's arm, which gave him a strange tingling
sensation, and tried to lead him onto the packed floor. Oh, no, Harry
thought. I hope she's not going to make me…
"Dance with me Harry!" She called to him. Harry's lips formed to say
no, but instead the exact opposite came out.
"Yeah, sure." I mean no! Why did I say that! The last thing in the
world I wanna do is make an ass out of myself in front of Cho, Harry
thought. Halfheartedly, he led Cho drag him onto the floor as a slower
number came on, which was somewhat comforting, because he had
done this once before.
Cho looked coyly up at Harry, whose heart was beating so fast he
thought he might go into cardiac arrest. Trying to concentrate on
something other than how stupid he felt, he placed his sweaty palm
into Cho's and put his hand around her waist. She did the same, and
they danced with Harry hyperventilating, and Cho giggling slightly at
his reaction.
* * *
That's all for now! Malfoy's here for all those fanatics, more Cho &
Jenna in the next chapters, and the storyline gets even more
complicated. Stay tuned for more…It'll be posted ASAP!
~Ice Princess
