Ron was fast becoming tired of dancing, he thought if he would stay
another minute on that floor in front of Jenna like that, he might wet
himself. Still pink from embarrassment, he dragged Jenna off the floor
and onto two barstools to get some bottled water. While he was
leading Jenna off the floor, she suddenly stooped and picked
something up.

"Hey wait Ron, look at this! It's beautiful!" Jenna enthused. A tiny
charm of a serpent lay in her palm. It was silver, intertwined with jade,
and had two little red stones for eyes. Ron looked at it apprehensively
remembering the Slytherin snake, but shook the thought off quickly,
why would something like that be in a muggle dance club?

Jenna strung the charm on her chain, containing another charm. Ron
looked at it curiously, then extended his neck a bit more to see what
the other charm was. Jenna was so busy gulping water that she didn't
even notice Ron staring directly at her collarbone.

"Jenna? What's this?" Gently, Ron picked up the other charm, which
looked like a star in a circle.

"Oh! Um, it's my Witch Symbol." She said softly.

Ron was taken aback. A Witch symbol! But…she was a
muggle…wasn't she? How did she know…?

"A witch symbol, huh." Ron said, trying to hide the shock in his voice.
"So you're like us…but, but where do you go to school then? Do you
go to Durmstrang or something?"

Jenna gave him a strange look.

"Ron, I'm Wiccan. Do you know what that is? We do magick, not with
wands or anything, mostly short spells and incantations, in tune with
nature and the supernatural. It's not what most people think a witch
is. We don't ride broomsticks or wear pointed hats or anything. Those
things don't exist, you know."

So she didn't know about Hogwarts or the wizarding community. She
was a muggle witch, if that was possible. Ron made a mental note to
ask Hermione, Ms. Hogwarts, A History, about Wicca later.
Jenna must have thought the same thing about Ron and Durmstrang,
because they both questioned each other at the same time.

"Where's Hermione?"

* * *

As soon as Ron and Jenna had left them, Harry drifted over to the bar
for snacks, leaving Malfoy and Hermione alone. For a little bit, they
stood there observing the scene, pretending the other wasn't in
existence, but that got old real fast. Hermione wished she Harry
would have stayed, she really wanted to dance, but he was off on his
snack fixation. Which only left Malfoy.

Instead of being a wallflower, I might as well talk to Malfoy, Hermione
thought. He seemed…subdued. Besides, Ron or Harry aren't here,
she added. She knew both of them would piss in their pants if they
saw her even exchange a friendly 'hi' to him. Actually, if she was
them, so would she. Shaking that thought off, Hermione uncrossed
her arms and shouted over the rumbling bass.

"Have you ever been to one of these?" Hermione yelled over the
noise, and gestured to the dance floor. Malfoy only gave her a snooty
smile and gazed off into the distance. Following his stare, Hermione
had to supress a laugh. He was staring at some girl, an obvious
bleach blonde, with a probable IQ of about 10. Inch long nails
completed the totally catty look. Malfoy likes a hooker! Hermione
thought. She made a mental note to tell Harry and Ron about the girl-
It would probably give them a good laugh.

When the song ended, Malfoy made a sudden movement in the girl's
direction, but must have decided not to…and then decided against
that. Hermione sat down, wishing fervently she had a video camera,
all eyes on Malfoy and his little lust-object. He strode up to her, and
must have asked her to dance, because immediately she extended
her arm into the crowd, and pulled out a guy that was twice the size
of Malfoy's 5'6" or so. They both glared at Malfoy who slunk away,
defeated. Hermione was now laughing so hard that she thought she
was going to wet herself.

Gasping for breath and clutching a stitch in her side, Hermione
managed to raise herself into a sitting position again. Malfoy must
have seen her, because he came striding over to her, furious.

"What do you think you're doing, you filthy mudblood?!" He shouted
at her, over the speakers. Hermione continued laughing, knowing that
even he couldn't hurt her here. He had a sharp tongue, but that was
withstandable. Even for a mudblood like her.

"HAHA! She gave you the ol' brush off! Not so suave with girls, I
see…Maybe you should get a new personality, huh Malfoy!"
Hermione managed to say before she collapsed in a new fit of
giggles, Malfoy glaring insolently above her, when he did something
very strange.

Suddenly, Malfoy grabbed Hermione's arm, and tugged her towards
the floor. Shocked, Hermione had no choice but to follow him and his
lead. They stopped and Malfoy looked at her.

"If you want to make fun of me, then you're going to dance with me
instead."

* * *

Well, there's chapter 6, and I hope I got the whole Wiccan principles
thing right. If anyone's Wiccan I hope you don't take offense to it or
anything…not trying to make fun of it so back off.

Chapter 7 up soon, and more Malfoy etc.!

-Ice Princess