Author's Note: Here's the club scene! Plus more! Big thanks to all my
reviewers! I love you guys Hope you like this next chapter. It's much more
adult than the last one, so I'm upping the rating. Sorry! I just want to be
on the safer side! Anyway, Enjoy!
Rating: R
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In all appearances, the little wizarding community of Hogmeade closed down with the sun. Yet a little way off the main road was a small nightclub know as Elysian Fields. Quite unknown to most inhabitants, yet it catered a lot to the students of The Magia School of Sorcery, the private school a few miles a way. As usual on a Saturday night, it was jammed packed with students. It was they're last weekend before term started and they wanted to get in as much partying done as possible.
Hermione made her way through the crowded nightclub, looking for any Hogwarts students, mainly Blaise or Draco. She ended up in the back at the bar, a cute bartender wiping out a glass, she sat down and made her presence known.
"Haven't seen you here before. You a transfer student?" He asked, leaning on the bar counter, his brown hair falling into his bright blue eyes. He wasn't her type, but she figured she have a little fun nonetheless.
"No. I go to Hogwarts." She answered in a somewhat innocent tone of voice, faking shy was one of her favorite ways to snag a guy.
"We don't get many of your kind here. But always pleased to serve fresh blood. What can I get you Miss.?"
"Granger, it's Hermione Granger. Pleased to make your acquaintance." She blushed slightly as he nodded to her, flashing a very white grin.
"Since you're new, you're first drink is on the house, why don't you try the house special? It's quite good."
"Alright. I'll try it." Hey free booze, who cares what it is. He grabbed a tall glass and filled it with what looked like Butterbeer, but one couldn't be too sure, then he added two shots of a bright green liquid substance. She looked at it with suspicion, then took a sip. Then another, and before she knew what hit her, she'd drained the glass.
"That's potent! What the hell did you put in it?" She asked, her playful innocence dropped. A wicked grin, much like his other grin, he needed to work on his game, flashed on his face.
"Absinthe."
"But it's illegal, isn't it?" She asked, and she thought she was done with the drug scene when she left the muggle world.
"Butterbeer neutralizes the drug effect, yet leaving it's punch. Quite good, huh?"
"Pour me another." A stupid grin shot onto his face. He thought she was into him, hoping to get her drunk enough to go to bed with him, he did, added an extra shot of Absinthe. A girl walked up next to the bartender, she had jet black hair and deep grey eyes. Her face and her demeanor slightly familiar, like from someone she met, but hadn't seen in quite some time.
"Seth, quit trying to pick up girls and go break up that fight over there. Zambini and Purtley are at it again." She motioned to a tumult in the corner, he threw his cloth down and went to the rescue, clearly pissed off that she had interfered with his 'game'.
"Blaise Zambini?" Hermione asked the girl whit the familiar face and deep grey eyes.
"Yeah, he's a troublemaker, but he usually comes with Draco Malfoy so we let him in. Plus he's kinda cute, so I take pity on him."
"Malfoy's here?"
"When is he not? He's our most frequent Hogwarts student. You know him?" She asked Hermione, clearly interested with the girl with the black hair. Ignoring the riot coming from the corner where the fight was still going on.
"I know him. We share a dorm. We're both the heads." Hermione took a drink of her butterbeer and absinthe.
"So sorry. He can really be a bastard at times. But he does have a better side, buried deep within all the shit he puts on. Are you Hermione Granger?" The girl asked.
She nodded, "Yeah." She took another sip of her drink.
"I'm Ilyanna, Ilyanna Kerrington Black." Hermione choked on her drink. Ilyanna looked at her in a questioning way.
"You wouldn't by any chance, happen to be related to Sirius Black?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. He's my father. Why do you ask?" Ilyanna put a protective shield up in her eyes, not sure what to do with this girl.
"That's why you look so familiar! He was like an uncle to me and my friends. Well, mostly to Harry Potter, his godson. Funny, you'd think he'd mention he had a daughter, but he was always very secretive." Hermione said, a small smile on her lips.
"I never met him, nor my mother. I always thought they were dead. The only reason I know his name is because of the letter my mom left me. But you talk as if you don't know him anymore. What happened?" Ilyanna asked, her hand playing with the chain upon her neck.
"Well I guess I'm as good as any to tell you this. He died. Two years ago he fell into the spirit world." Hermione answered, he voice low and full of concern for the girl standing beside her.
"Who do you live with then, if not your mother?" She asked, trying to get Ilyanna's attention away from the necklace around her neck.
"My god-mother. Lorelei Malfoy. She's Draco's aunt. That's how I know him and the good buried within him. But it'll take a strong force to draw it out with. But enough with all this emotionalism, what'd you say we go and pick up some guys. I know someone who'll be perfect for you!" Ilyanna said, excitement running through her veins.
"Who?" Hermione asked, not sure what to do.
"Malfoy!" Ilyanna jumped over the counter and dragged Hermione through the crowd to find the guys.
"I'm gonna need another drink for this!" Hermione mubled, finishing off her second house special.
Blaise and Draco were sitting at a table in the back when the girls approached. Draco smirked slightly at Blaise when h saw Hermione trailing along side Ilyanna.
"Well, well, well, To what do we owe the pleasure?" Draco asked playfully evil. The tone that made Hermione's heart speed up. Ilyanna smirked, almost identical to his, only a little more lighthearted, she pushed Hermione towards Draco and grabbed Blaise for herself and they disappeared into the dancing crowds. Hermione jumped slightly as Draco's arm went around her waist, his face smiling maliciously at her. She picked up his forgotten drink and drained it.
"Let's dance." She said in a low voice, leading him out onto the dance floor. She pressed up against him as the music's pace quickened. Draco couldn't help but let out a slight groan as her hips tantalized him. His hands ran up and down her body, only to increase his wild desires and remind him of his fantasies only nights before. She didn't object to any of it, the music and the absinthe coursing through her blood, relieving her mind of the pain of thinking and the memory of any hurt she had been inflicted with. Her only thought was him.
Before either of them knew what had happened, they found themselves back in the Heads dormitory, strewed clothes were everywhere in their maniac yearnings. The had made it to Draco's bed before entangling their bodies together. Their lustful fantasies finally made a reality with one last thrust and satisfied scream before the moment ended.
Draco laid next to Hermione, who was panting heavily; his blood was pounded throughout his body. No words were exchanged, for none were needed. Hermione put her head onto his chest and he wrapped his arm around her, as they fell into a pleasurable sleep almost instantly.
Hermione woke up the next day, alone, in Draco's bed, naked. It all came flooding back. The club. The Absinthe. Ilyanna. Draco. The dance that led to the sex. Ah yes, the sex. She, Hermione Granger, know-it-all mudblood, had just had sex with her arch enemy and self-proclaimed sex god of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy. She felt no remorse which was the odd part about it all. Usually she felt like shit after something like this happened, yet she was feeling quite pleasant, minus the massive headache from all the alcohol.
After throwing on some clothes, she decided to go see what Harry and Ron were up to. She hadn't seem them yesterday, and didn't want them to worry to much over her. Plus she was hungry, as it was lunch time, so it was an added bonus. Before the opened the door, she heard two voices coming from the other side,
"So? You do her?" She stopped in her tracks. Blaise was talking with someone.
"You've got to be joking? Is this the face of a man who just won a bet?" Draco Malfoy. Hermione furrowed her brow in thought, 'Who were they-'
"So, is the mudblood good in bed?" Her. They were talking about her. She didn't know what to feel. All of it had been a set up. Last night, yesterday morning, the pool incident. All his concernedness and care was a lie, an act. All to get into her pants. She stepped away slightly from the opening door. SLAP!
"Granger! What the-" SLAP. Draco had been hit. Twice, by Hermione, his face reddening as she cut him off.
"You know what the fuck that was for, Malfoy! I can't believe how fucking arrogant you actually are! You think that just because you have what people call pureblood, and money and fucking gorgeous, you can seduce woman to do you will, then once you're done with them, toss them aside. You make me sick! I can't believe I let myself be attracted to you! I can't believe that I trusted you enough to tell you that my father liked to beat the living shit out of me! And I can't fucking believe that I let myself give in to you and let you use me like everyone else! I hope you're happy. I hope you can live with yourself, after defiling you precious blood with that of a mudblood. What'll the other Slytherins say when they hear this? You'll never hear the end of it, I'm sure. You are an arrogant piece of shit and I pray to God I live to see the day that I'll finally know you're rotting in hell!" She stormed out of the dorm room, leaving behind to speechless seventeen year old boys. She wasn't hungry anymore, she didn't feel dirty or anything. In fact she didn't feel much of anything, only wrath. She hated Malfoy, yet she hated herself more for letting him use her, when she knew all along that he was going to screw her over in the end.
After a few minutes of wondering around, getting her emotions under control, she went straight to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Professor Dumbledore, I need to speak with you, please, It's important." The door opened.
'Ah Hermione, I was just going to find you. There is something I need to discuss with you." He opened the door, letting her in.
"Before that. I need to tell you something."
"Go right ahead."
"I'm resigning from my position as Head Girl." Dumbledore sat in his armchair, thinking for a moment,
"Why?"
"Personal matters between Malfoy and Myself." She said, not wanting to get into details.
"Well, I'll have to consider this carefully. But I ask you to hear me out, then reconsider. Now please, take a seat Ms. Granger. What I have to say may shock you." He looked at her for a moment then continued.
" First of all, you name's not Granger. It's Magia. You were adopted at birth by the Grangers. Your biological parents, I am sorry to say, were murdered my Voldermort. You are the last remaining Magia and are therefore entitled to your inheritance. But that will be sorted out later. I need to tell you about the prophecy." A young woman stepped out from the shadowed corner.
"Allow me, Professor." She at Hermione with deep grey eyes,
"Ilyanna?"
Rating: R
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In all appearances, the little wizarding community of Hogmeade closed down with the sun. Yet a little way off the main road was a small nightclub know as Elysian Fields. Quite unknown to most inhabitants, yet it catered a lot to the students of The Magia School of Sorcery, the private school a few miles a way. As usual on a Saturday night, it was jammed packed with students. It was they're last weekend before term started and they wanted to get in as much partying done as possible.
Hermione made her way through the crowded nightclub, looking for any Hogwarts students, mainly Blaise or Draco. She ended up in the back at the bar, a cute bartender wiping out a glass, she sat down and made her presence known.
"Haven't seen you here before. You a transfer student?" He asked, leaning on the bar counter, his brown hair falling into his bright blue eyes. He wasn't her type, but she figured she have a little fun nonetheless.
"No. I go to Hogwarts." She answered in a somewhat innocent tone of voice, faking shy was one of her favorite ways to snag a guy.
"We don't get many of your kind here. But always pleased to serve fresh blood. What can I get you Miss.?"
"Granger, it's Hermione Granger. Pleased to make your acquaintance." She blushed slightly as he nodded to her, flashing a very white grin.
"Since you're new, you're first drink is on the house, why don't you try the house special? It's quite good."
"Alright. I'll try it." Hey free booze, who cares what it is. He grabbed a tall glass and filled it with what looked like Butterbeer, but one couldn't be too sure, then he added two shots of a bright green liquid substance. She looked at it with suspicion, then took a sip. Then another, and before she knew what hit her, she'd drained the glass.
"That's potent! What the hell did you put in it?" She asked, her playful innocence dropped. A wicked grin, much like his other grin, he needed to work on his game, flashed on his face.
"Absinthe."
"But it's illegal, isn't it?" She asked, and she thought she was done with the drug scene when she left the muggle world.
"Butterbeer neutralizes the drug effect, yet leaving it's punch. Quite good, huh?"
"Pour me another." A stupid grin shot onto his face. He thought she was into him, hoping to get her drunk enough to go to bed with him, he did, added an extra shot of Absinthe. A girl walked up next to the bartender, she had jet black hair and deep grey eyes. Her face and her demeanor slightly familiar, like from someone she met, but hadn't seen in quite some time.
"Seth, quit trying to pick up girls and go break up that fight over there. Zambini and Purtley are at it again." She motioned to a tumult in the corner, he threw his cloth down and went to the rescue, clearly pissed off that she had interfered with his 'game'.
"Blaise Zambini?" Hermione asked the girl whit the familiar face and deep grey eyes.
"Yeah, he's a troublemaker, but he usually comes with Draco Malfoy so we let him in. Plus he's kinda cute, so I take pity on him."
"Malfoy's here?"
"When is he not? He's our most frequent Hogwarts student. You know him?" She asked Hermione, clearly interested with the girl with the black hair. Ignoring the riot coming from the corner where the fight was still going on.
"I know him. We share a dorm. We're both the heads." Hermione took a drink of her butterbeer and absinthe.
"So sorry. He can really be a bastard at times. But he does have a better side, buried deep within all the shit he puts on. Are you Hermione Granger?" The girl asked.
She nodded, "Yeah." She took another sip of her drink.
"I'm Ilyanna, Ilyanna Kerrington Black." Hermione choked on her drink. Ilyanna looked at her in a questioning way.
"You wouldn't by any chance, happen to be related to Sirius Black?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. He's my father. Why do you ask?" Ilyanna put a protective shield up in her eyes, not sure what to do with this girl.
"That's why you look so familiar! He was like an uncle to me and my friends. Well, mostly to Harry Potter, his godson. Funny, you'd think he'd mention he had a daughter, but he was always very secretive." Hermione said, a small smile on her lips.
"I never met him, nor my mother. I always thought they were dead. The only reason I know his name is because of the letter my mom left me. But you talk as if you don't know him anymore. What happened?" Ilyanna asked, her hand playing with the chain upon her neck.
"Well I guess I'm as good as any to tell you this. He died. Two years ago he fell into the spirit world." Hermione answered, he voice low and full of concern for the girl standing beside her.
"Who do you live with then, if not your mother?" She asked, trying to get Ilyanna's attention away from the necklace around her neck.
"My god-mother. Lorelei Malfoy. She's Draco's aunt. That's how I know him and the good buried within him. But it'll take a strong force to draw it out with. But enough with all this emotionalism, what'd you say we go and pick up some guys. I know someone who'll be perfect for you!" Ilyanna said, excitement running through her veins.
"Who?" Hermione asked, not sure what to do.
"Malfoy!" Ilyanna jumped over the counter and dragged Hermione through the crowd to find the guys.
"I'm gonna need another drink for this!" Hermione mubled, finishing off her second house special.
Blaise and Draco were sitting at a table in the back when the girls approached. Draco smirked slightly at Blaise when h saw Hermione trailing along side Ilyanna.
"Well, well, well, To what do we owe the pleasure?" Draco asked playfully evil. The tone that made Hermione's heart speed up. Ilyanna smirked, almost identical to his, only a little more lighthearted, she pushed Hermione towards Draco and grabbed Blaise for herself and they disappeared into the dancing crowds. Hermione jumped slightly as Draco's arm went around her waist, his face smiling maliciously at her. She picked up his forgotten drink and drained it.
"Let's dance." She said in a low voice, leading him out onto the dance floor. She pressed up against him as the music's pace quickened. Draco couldn't help but let out a slight groan as her hips tantalized him. His hands ran up and down her body, only to increase his wild desires and remind him of his fantasies only nights before. She didn't object to any of it, the music and the absinthe coursing through her blood, relieving her mind of the pain of thinking and the memory of any hurt she had been inflicted with. Her only thought was him.
Before either of them knew what had happened, they found themselves back in the Heads dormitory, strewed clothes were everywhere in their maniac yearnings. The had made it to Draco's bed before entangling their bodies together. Their lustful fantasies finally made a reality with one last thrust and satisfied scream before the moment ended.
Draco laid next to Hermione, who was panting heavily; his blood was pounded throughout his body. No words were exchanged, for none were needed. Hermione put her head onto his chest and he wrapped his arm around her, as they fell into a pleasurable sleep almost instantly.
Hermione woke up the next day, alone, in Draco's bed, naked. It all came flooding back. The club. The Absinthe. Ilyanna. Draco. The dance that led to the sex. Ah yes, the sex. She, Hermione Granger, know-it-all mudblood, had just had sex with her arch enemy and self-proclaimed sex god of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy. She felt no remorse which was the odd part about it all. Usually she felt like shit after something like this happened, yet she was feeling quite pleasant, minus the massive headache from all the alcohol.
After throwing on some clothes, she decided to go see what Harry and Ron were up to. She hadn't seem them yesterday, and didn't want them to worry to much over her. Plus she was hungry, as it was lunch time, so it was an added bonus. Before the opened the door, she heard two voices coming from the other side,
"So? You do her?" She stopped in her tracks. Blaise was talking with someone.
"You've got to be joking? Is this the face of a man who just won a bet?" Draco Malfoy. Hermione furrowed her brow in thought, 'Who were they-'
"So, is the mudblood good in bed?" Her. They were talking about her. She didn't know what to feel. All of it had been a set up. Last night, yesterday morning, the pool incident. All his concernedness and care was a lie, an act. All to get into her pants. She stepped away slightly from the opening door. SLAP!
"Granger! What the-" SLAP. Draco had been hit. Twice, by Hermione, his face reddening as she cut him off.
"You know what the fuck that was for, Malfoy! I can't believe how fucking arrogant you actually are! You think that just because you have what people call pureblood, and money and fucking gorgeous, you can seduce woman to do you will, then once you're done with them, toss them aside. You make me sick! I can't believe I let myself be attracted to you! I can't believe that I trusted you enough to tell you that my father liked to beat the living shit out of me! And I can't fucking believe that I let myself give in to you and let you use me like everyone else! I hope you're happy. I hope you can live with yourself, after defiling you precious blood with that of a mudblood. What'll the other Slytherins say when they hear this? You'll never hear the end of it, I'm sure. You are an arrogant piece of shit and I pray to God I live to see the day that I'll finally know you're rotting in hell!" She stormed out of the dorm room, leaving behind to speechless seventeen year old boys. She wasn't hungry anymore, she didn't feel dirty or anything. In fact she didn't feel much of anything, only wrath. She hated Malfoy, yet she hated herself more for letting him use her, when she knew all along that he was going to screw her over in the end.
After a few minutes of wondering around, getting her emotions under control, she went straight to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Professor Dumbledore, I need to speak with you, please, It's important." The door opened.
'Ah Hermione, I was just going to find you. There is something I need to discuss with you." He opened the door, letting her in.
"Before that. I need to tell you something."
"Go right ahead."
"I'm resigning from my position as Head Girl." Dumbledore sat in his armchair, thinking for a moment,
"Why?"
"Personal matters between Malfoy and Myself." She said, not wanting to get into details.
"Well, I'll have to consider this carefully. But I ask you to hear me out, then reconsider. Now please, take a seat Ms. Granger. What I have to say may shock you." He looked at her for a moment then continued.
" First of all, you name's not Granger. It's Magia. You were adopted at birth by the Grangers. Your biological parents, I am sorry to say, were murdered my Voldermort. You are the last remaining Magia and are therefore entitled to your inheritance. But that will be sorted out later. I need to tell you about the prophecy." A young woman stepped out from the shadowed corner.
"Allow me, Professor." She at Hermione with deep grey eyes,
"Ilyanna?"