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Someday
Ch. 10 No Holding Back
Hermione put the finishing touches of her make up. She was going to the club down the road called Shake It. Wearing a black halter top, low rise jeans, silver hoops and subtle but smoky make up, she was hot. She straightened her hair for the occasion, and had a pair of black boots to wear with the outfit. Hermione had to hand it to herself, she was gorgeous.
She hopped into her convertible, top down, and headed the 4 miles down the road to the club. It was about 9:30 PM on a Friday night, perfect for mingling. She had been planning to meet a couple of friends down at the club, but even if they didn't show, she was going to have a good time. She was determined not to think about Draco Malfoy.
She checked her hair in the mirror one last time before entering the club. Already they were spinning some new techno music and Hermione immediately felt the dance groove. She found her friends in the corner of the club at a high rise table, all with drinks. One girl, named Sarah Levine, who had known Hermione since they were little girls, waved her over.
"Hermione, dahling, you look absolutely fabulous." They gave each other air kisses on their cheeks and Hermione sat down. A waiter came by.
"And what can I get for you, missy?" He asked in a cute drawl.
"I will have cherry flavored carbonated soda with an umbrella," she smiled. Hermione wasn't in the mood for any alcohol.
"Right away miss." He turned away, and a boy from the table, Dylan Markson, leaned over the table.
"Hey Hermione! You wanna dance?" he asked.
"Sure!" she jumped at the chance. Dylan was a handsome guy. He had soft brown hair and beautifully clear blue eyes. His body was tight and muscular, and Hermione had to admit a crush on him when they were younger.
Dylan took her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. He turned around to face her and put his hand on the small of her back, bring her to his leg. They started freak dancing with the music and very intent on one another, not even noticing that they were being watched.
Draco watched from a quiet corner with a beer in his hand. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, a pair of partially baggy jeans and a silver ring. Hermione was digging into this guy and Malfoy could barely stand it. He was just beginning to admit to himself that he may have feelings for Granger, and watching the two of them made his stomach churn. He set down the beer and walked over to the dance floor, tapping on Dylan's shoulder.
"Mind if I cut in, man?" He asked cordially.
"Malfoy!" Hermione gasped quietly.
Dylan looked a bit wary of Draco, but conceded and found another girl to dance with. Draco walked from behind Hermione and turned her around, so that her ass was gyrating his groin.
"What'd ya do that for?" Hermione asked as they started dancing.
"Because watching him dance like that with you was driving me crazy," Draco replied honestly. "Now shut up and dance." He regained some of his asshole composure with that remark, and Hermione, with little butterflies playing in her stomach, obeyed.
He's not going to get away with that, she thought. An evil smile spread across her face as she put in a little more ass to their grind. She kept a sultry look on her face and brought her hands behind her, so that they were on Draco's thighs. She ran her fingers up and down the fabric of his jeans, letting them explore all over. She took one of her hands and ran it through her hair, then gently grazing the length of her body. She knew Draco was getting a charge out of this by the feeling pressing up against her.
He wasn't sure how much more of this he could stand. His hands stayed around her midriff, but the urge to just pick her up and throw her on the ground was nearly unbearable. He considered leaving and letting her dance with some other people, but thinking about her in some other man's arms sent a nasty taste in his mouth. He wanted Hermione to himself, to hold her, to fuck her.
Hermione turned herself around so that she and Draco were facing each other. The heat created between them could be felt by her friends across the room. Hermione continued her dancing, running her hands all around Draco's body, occasionally touching his ass. She was enjoying herself, teasing Draco. She was getting to him, the fire in her eyes was a big indication.
When Hermione next looked at her watch, it was nearly 1 AM. "Hey, Malfoy, I'm going to head out, it's getting kind of late. Thanks for the dance!" She gave him a kiss on his cheek and squeezed his hand. She walked over to her table, gulped down her drink and paid at the bar. Her eyes searched the place for Draco one last time before exiting the building.
The air outside had gotten cooler, and it felt good on her sweaty forehead. She walked to her car and put the hood up, and proceeded back to the lake house. It was warm and cozy inside, and Hermione took a deep breath of the scent the house left. It gave her a comfortable feeling inside. She set down the car keys and went into the bathroom. Her make up was drooping, her hair frazzled and her body was very tired. She turned the shower water on cold and stripped down of her smelly clothing.
15 minutes later, Hermione was wrapped up in her fresh out of the dryer warm fleece robe, a see through lacy camisole and matching hipster panties. Her bed was warm and comfy with all of its blankets and soft fluffy pillows. She walked into the kitchen to get a warm glass of milk when she heard a knocking at her door. She nervously glanced up at the oven clock; the time read quarter to two. Her heart quickened its beating as she cautiously walked to the door. She grabbed an umbrella hanging from the coat rack and opened the door. She gasped.
Someday
Ch. 10 No Holding Back
Hermione put the finishing touches of her make up. She was going to the club down the road called Shake It. Wearing a black halter top, low rise jeans, silver hoops and subtle but smoky make up, she was hot. She straightened her hair for the occasion, and had a pair of black boots to wear with the outfit. Hermione had to hand it to herself, she was gorgeous.
She hopped into her convertible, top down, and headed the 4 miles down the road to the club. It was about 9:30 PM on a Friday night, perfect for mingling. She had been planning to meet a couple of friends down at the club, but even if they didn't show, she was going to have a good time. She was determined not to think about Draco Malfoy.
She checked her hair in the mirror one last time before entering the club. Already they were spinning some new techno music and Hermione immediately felt the dance groove. She found her friends in the corner of the club at a high rise table, all with drinks. One girl, named Sarah Levine, who had known Hermione since they were little girls, waved her over.
"Hermione, dahling, you look absolutely fabulous." They gave each other air kisses on their cheeks and Hermione sat down. A waiter came by.
"And what can I get for you, missy?" He asked in a cute drawl.
"I will have cherry flavored carbonated soda with an umbrella," she smiled. Hermione wasn't in the mood for any alcohol.
"Right away miss." He turned away, and a boy from the table, Dylan Markson, leaned over the table.
"Hey Hermione! You wanna dance?" he asked.
"Sure!" she jumped at the chance. Dylan was a handsome guy. He had soft brown hair and beautifully clear blue eyes. His body was tight and muscular, and Hermione had to admit a crush on him when they were younger.
Dylan took her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. He turned around to face her and put his hand on the small of her back, bring her to his leg. They started freak dancing with the music and very intent on one another, not even noticing that they were being watched.
Draco watched from a quiet corner with a beer in his hand. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, a pair of partially baggy jeans and a silver ring. Hermione was digging into this guy and Malfoy could barely stand it. He was just beginning to admit to himself that he may have feelings for Granger, and watching the two of them made his stomach churn. He set down the beer and walked over to the dance floor, tapping on Dylan's shoulder.
"Mind if I cut in, man?" He asked cordially.
"Malfoy!" Hermione gasped quietly.
Dylan looked a bit wary of Draco, but conceded and found another girl to dance with. Draco walked from behind Hermione and turned her around, so that her ass was gyrating his groin.
"What'd ya do that for?" Hermione asked as they started dancing.
"Because watching him dance like that with you was driving me crazy," Draco replied honestly. "Now shut up and dance." He regained some of his asshole composure with that remark, and Hermione, with little butterflies playing in her stomach, obeyed.
He's not going to get away with that, she thought. An evil smile spread across her face as she put in a little more ass to their grind. She kept a sultry look on her face and brought her hands behind her, so that they were on Draco's thighs. She ran her fingers up and down the fabric of his jeans, letting them explore all over. She took one of her hands and ran it through her hair, then gently grazing the length of her body. She knew Draco was getting a charge out of this by the feeling pressing up against her.
He wasn't sure how much more of this he could stand. His hands stayed around her midriff, but the urge to just pick her up and throw her on the ground was nearly unbearable. He considered leaving and letting her dance with some other people, but thinking about her in some other man's arms sent a nasty taste in his mouth. He wanted Hermione to himself, to hold her, to fuck her.
Hermione turned herself around so that she and Draco were facing each other. The heat created between them could be felt by her friends across the room. Hermione continued her dancing, running her hands all around Draco's body, occasionally touching his ass. She was enjoying herself, teasing Draco. She was getting to him, the fire in her eyes was a big indication.
When Hermione next looked at her watch, it was nearly 1 AM. "Hey, Malfoy, I'm going to head out, it's getting kind of late. Thanks for the dance!" She gave him a kiss on his cheek and squeezed his hand. She walked over to her table, gulped down her drink and paid at the bar. Her eyes searched the place for Draco one last time before exiting the building.
The air outside had gotten cooler, and it felt good on her sweaty forehead. She walked to her car and put the hood up, and proceeded back to the lake house. It was warm and cozy inside, and Hermione took a deep breath of the scent the house left. It gave her a comfortable feeling inside. She set down the car keys and went into the bathroom. Her make up was drooping, her hair frazzled and her body was very tired. She turned the shower water on cold and stripped down of her smelly clothing.
15 minutes later, Hermione was wrapped up in her fresh out of the dryer warm fleece robe, a see through lacy camisole and matching hipster panties. Her bed was warm and comfy with all of its blankets and soft fluffy pillows. She walked into the kitchen to get a warm glass of milk when she heard a knocking at her door. She nervously glanced up at the oven clock; the time read quarter to two. Her heart quickened its beating as she cautiously walked to the door. She grabbed an umbrella hanging from the coat rack and opened the door. She gasped.