Disclaimer – I bow and scrape at your feet J.K Rowling. I'm just borrowing them honest, and they will be returned in pristine condition. Well…except for Remus**Evil Grin**. I would also like to thank the Russians for the creation of Muggle Vodka, the most amazingly easy drink to…well, drink. And to whoever created Lemon, Lime and Bitters a gazillion thankyou's. And to ahhh….forget it!

Author's Note - Several of you readers wish to know exactly what B.A.C stands for. It stands for Blood Alcohol Content, and that's pretty much what this story is about, and Remus of course. Just to cover my own butt from flamers (who, **crosses fingers** have not stumbled, or are just to lazy to care about this itty bitty ficcy), this is just supposed to be a fun fic. No canon characterisation is intended, and will quite probably not be included. It's just a rabid plot bunny that I couldn't stand chewing on my medulla oblongata so I chased it out. Okay. To the story!!!

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The weeks after the party slipped by quickly enough for everyone. Except for Hermione. She didn't know why, but the thought of her birthday night haunted her days. Well, not even the night, the morning after was what concerned her the most. The feeling that she had when she woke up beside Remus just wouldn't leave her alone. When she thought of it, her breath caught in her throat, and a blush crept into her cheeks. If she didn't know better, and considered herself a person who had no grip on reality, she would say that perhaps she was in love with that certain werewolf, but of course, she did know better, and she knew that she couldn't possibly be in love. So she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, where they only very occasionally surfaced. By the fourth weekend after her birthday she felt almost normal.

"Hey Herms."

"Oh, hey Gin." Hermione replied, looking up from the book that was reading.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Reading."

"Whatcha doin' later?"

"Nothing Gin. Why?"

"Oh. Just wondering." She replied slyly.

"Why Ginny?" Hermione said severely

"Well Hermie darling, I was wondering if you wanted to come to a club with me."

"A club. A Muggle club?" Hermione said, a look of disbelief plastered on her face.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Well, for a start Gin, there's Muggles there and if I know you, when you get drunk strange things start to happen. Magical things."

"Herm, if you're referring to the time with the monkey in 'The Leaky Cauldron' I can assure you that it won't happen again."

"Well…"

"Oh please Herm. You need to get out too. It'll be like a girls night out. It'll be great. We'll get dressed up, in Muggle clothes of course. Please?" she pleaded.

"Well, alright Gin, I guess I should get out and about." She said aloud, silently thinking that it would be a good way to forget about the werewolf in her dreams.

"Great!"

"I know just the place. Let's get ready!"

At 11pm the two girls entered the club, dressed in Muggle clothes. They headed to the bar. "Two Vodka, Lemon, Lime and Bitters" Hermione told the barmaid. She handed it to Ginny, who looked dubious. "Try it Gin. It's nice." She scanned the club looking for a familiar face. She saw no one.

"C'mon Herm, let's go sit down!" Ginny shouted above the music.

"Okay, look there's a table over there."

After several more drinks, the girls were feeling ready to dance the night away, and at just that moment a familiar face walked into the bar. Well, the face didn't, the body did. At just that moment a familiar body walked into the bar. Draco Malfoy. He spotted the two girls and walked over to meet them.

"What would two lovely ladies like you be doing in a place like this?" Draco asked suavely.

"We are intending to have a good time Draco, and I think that you should help us." Hermione answered politely.

"Well, you know of course that there's nothing I like to do more than show girls a good time." He added with a wink.

"The first thing you can do, is take Ginny for a dance. I can feel her feet tapping under the table, and I'm afraid that I'll curse her if she doesn't move."

"It would be my pleasure." He said, then looked pointedly at Ginny. "Virginia?"

"Malfoy." She said quietly as she stood up and took his hand.

Hermione watched them disappear into the throng of dancers with a small smile upon her face. She'd known for a while that Ginny fancied Draco, and this was the perfect opportunity to set things up. She sighed and sipped her drink. If only there was someone that would be right for her. 'You know there is,' that annoying voice in the back of her head remarked slyly. "I'm not listening to you!" Hermione said aloud, covering her mouth with her hand when she realised that she had spoken.

"And why exactly wouldn't you be listening to me Miss…"

"Granger. Hermione…I, um. Hermione Granger." Hermione sputtered out embarrassedly to the tall man who was standing in front of her.

"Michael Finch" He said proffering a hand. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Um. Yeah. Sure."

He walked over to the bar, and momentarily came back, drinks in hand. He sat at the table next to Hermione and pushed the glass towards her.

"Thanks."

"That's alright, Hermione," He purred, making her name sound unlike anything she'd ever heard before. "Now, if I'm not mistaken Hermione, you are the witch that is best friends with our very own 'Boy who Lived'."

Hermione almost spat out her drink. "You. You're a wizard?"

"Yes. And I take it by your reaction that you are indeed 'The Girl who almost single-handedly defeated Voldemort?'"

"Well, I'm Hermione Granger. I don't know about that whole 'Voldemort' bit."

"Well, Hermione, would you like to dance?"

Hermione thought about the prospect of dancing with Michael. He was tall, dark, handsome, and entirely smooth. 'Well,' thought one of the voices in her head 'What's there to lose?' 'Remus' retorted the other. Hermione told it to shut up.

Around three drinks and an hour later, Hermione had been invited back to Michael's place, and, much to the annoyance of one of the voices, had agreed. She sought out Ginny in the crowd.

"Ginny honey. I'm going to go home with this lovely man here. Will you be okay with Draco?"

"Yeah Herm. I'll be fine. Go on. Have a good time." Ginny winked at her and giggled as she turned to walk away.

As Hermione and Michael walked through the door, Draco came back to Ginny.

"Will you be able to look after me from now on Draco? Hermie's gone home with someone."

"Who?" said Draco eagerly, looking for the juicy gossip that he loved to spread.

"That guy that's walking out with her."

"Oh. Alright." Draco said distractedly, wondering where he'd seen that guy before.

Outside, in the streets of Muggle London, Hermione was walking hand in hand with Michael.

"So what are you doing in London?" Hermione asked him.

"Oh, just on the lookout for some beautiful women."

"Did you find any?"

"Oh yes. Yes I did." Michael said, leaning into Hermione, and pushing her up against the window of a shop. He pressed his lips to hers aggressively. Hermione kissed back, starting to feel rather more light headed than she already was. He drew away from her quickly, and clasped her hands behind her back. He pulled out his wand, and muttered a curse, binding them there.

Hermione giggled. "I didn't know that you liked games Mikie."

"I'm not playing games Mudblood. You are coming with me, and if you know what's good for you, you won't say a word." He said in a voice that was laced with venom.

"What? What's going on?" Hermione questioned, her blood running cold.

"You destroyed my master. Now I will have the pleasure of destroying you."

He led her off into the darkness.

At precisely that moment, back in the club, Draco remembered where he'd seen that guy before. Michael Finch, servant of Voldemort, and leader of 'The young Deatheaters'.

"Ginny. We've got to go after Hermione."

"What?"

"She's in trouble. Let's go!"

It was dark. And Hermione found herself pushed to the floor of a room. She knew that this was bad. This was very bad. The only saving grace was that that snake Michael hadn't relieved her of her wand. It was hidden, and he hadn't thought to check for it. If only she could reach it. She bent over her legs, thanking the gods that she was flexible. She grabbed the bottom of her skirt in her mouth and pulled it up, revealing the hidden wand pocket that was beneath the folds. She grabbed the tip in her mouth, crying from the pain that was flowing through her from the curse that bound her wrists. She grabbed her wand, and apparated, thinking only that she wanted to be somewhere safe.

Remus Lupin was lying on his couch, reading a book when he heard a loud noise upstairs. He jumped off the couch, and looking wary, he climbed the stairs, pulling his wand from his pocket. He opened the door to his room, and saw a figure sprawled out upon his bed. He whispered 'lumos' and crept over to inspect it.

"What the…Hermione!?"

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Next Chapter – What in the Great Googly Moogly is going on? Who exactly is that creep Finch? And what is he up to? Will Ginny and Draco snog? Will Hermione wake up? Will Remus wake up to himself? Will owls be used as telephones? How does that work? Stay tuned for the next episode of B.A.C to find out!