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Claimer: I own Jack Harry Arthur Potter, Maxmillian Xavier Black, and the entire 'de Varci' family.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
Read, enjoy, and review!!! ***************************************************************** This chapter is dedicated to Caitlin. Thank you for all the inspiration! *******************************************************************
At school, Hermione had never been much of a party-goer. In their sixth year, many girls snuck out to Hogsmeade to go to bars and clubs. Hermione wouldn't have been able to join them if she wanted to, being a Prefect and all. So she just stuck to school-related events, and the traditional Quidditch victory parties.
However, living with just Lavender for fifteen months had changed her perspective on nightlife. Lavender was well-connected, she could get a table at any restaurant or get them into any party, club, bar or restricted area that Hermione had ever heard of. They had managed to be at countless premieres, for both Muggle and Wizarding movies, not to mention the most exclusive restaurants and clubs around the world.
Night Owl was one of the more modern clubs on the. The inside was completely black, with ultraviolet lighting which made white and pale clothing show up.
"Let's dance!" Lavender yelled in her ear, over the rock music that blasted from every corner.
"No, let's get a drink first!" Hermione yelled back. They made their way across the dance floor, to the bar, and found places to sit. Lavender ordered the drinks, and a few minutes later she banged a small glass full of a suspicious-looking purple liquid in front of Hermione.
"What's that?" she asked Lavender, who was knocking back the same thing.
"Doesn't matter, just drink it." Lavender yelled. Hermione looked dubiously at the drink before pretending to take a small sip.
"Drink it all!" Lavender ordered. Hermione sighed before knocking it back. She immediately realized that it was the wizarding equivalent to tequila.
"Man, this is strong." She said to Lavender.
"I know, but it hasn't actually got that much alcohol in it. Most of it is actually sugar! Let's dance!" Lavender cried, pulling Hermione away from the bar and onto the dance floor, to where the music was loudest.
Hermione spent an hour dancing with various guys that Lavender pushed towards her, not really caring that she didn't know them. The music was too loud for conversation, meaning that Lavender yelled herself hoarse introducing Hermione to people she knew.
Hermione was in the middle of dancing to an old 'Ultrabeat' song, 'Pretty Green Eyes', when Lav grabbed her and pointed at someone coming towards them. Turning around. Hermione saw Dean Thomas coming through the crowd.
Since Hermione had last seen Dean, two years ago, he had grown into a really fit guy. He was quite tall, about 5'9", and had sandy-colored hair and hazel eyes. He came straight up to Hermione and gestured towards the patio outside. Nodding, Hermione followed him, leaving Lav dancing with someone else.
Outside the music was much quieter. Hermione and Dean perched themselves on a wide wooden railing that overlooked the sea.
"So, Hermione," Dean said. "It's great seeing you again."
"I know. I hardly recognized you though."
"I hardly recognized you either. Are you on holiday here?"
"Yeah, Lav thought it would be fun."
"Lav? As in Lavender? Lavender Brown? That was her?"
"Yes."
"But she's a blonde, right?"
"She dyed her hair black last year."
"That explains why she was slightly familiar."
"Yeah. So, are you here on holiday too?" Hermione asked.
"No, I work here. In one of the restaurants."
"Really? Which one?"
"Music House."
"I'll have to come check it out sometime. So do you live here then?"
"Nah, I Apparate back and forth to London."
"Sounds good."
"It is." A bartender came over from the bar on the other side of the patio.
"Drinks?" he asked them.
"Hermione? Drink?" Dean asked.
"Just a Butterbeer. Lav gave me some strange purple thing earlier and the effects are still going strong." Hermione replied.
"Two Butterbeers." Dean said. He paid the bartender and handed Hermione a bottle.
"Thanks." She said, taking a sip. "So, do you see lots of Hogwarts people here?" she asked.
"Who were the last few people you've seen?"
"Er. let's see. Millie Bulstrode was here last month, Justin Finch-Fletchey too, and I see Seamus all the time, most recently yesterday,"
"Seamus was here yesterday?"
"Yeah. Said he and Ginny fought or something, so he came and blagged a free meal."
"Ginny said the same thing. They argue a lot, don't they?" Hermione remarked.
"Yeah, but Seamus is chuffed about having a kid of his own. It's just no- one taught him not to argue with a pregnant woman. Did they decide on a name yet?"
"Ginny wants Michael if it's a boy and Amy if it's a girl. Seamus wants Sean if it's a boy and Siobhan if it's a girl."
"You can take the guy out of Ireland." Dean said. Hermione laughed.
"It seems like everyone is having or has kids." She commented, taking a swig from her Butterbeer bottle.
"I know. Ginny, Malfoy, Millie, Padma-"
"Millicent had kids? And Padma? I never knew." Hermione said. Dean nodded.
"Millie married some French guy and they have two-month-old twins. Pierre and Amalie. And Padma has a newborn, called Parvati. And Malfoy-"
"I know about Malfoy. Talked to him yesterday."
"Poor guy. He's completely. I dunno."
"Empty?" Hermione supplied.
"Yeah. That's it. Nothing much left in him, I reckon."
"Do you see him a lot?"
"His son loves the restaurant I work at, so yeah. Every couple of weeks or so."
They sipped their drinks in silence for a while longer. Hermione began to feel slightly dizzy. Dean, looking over at her, noticed her pale face.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded.
"Yeah, just a bit dizzy. I think I'll just go home now."
"Can I walk you?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
They walked back to the hut, Hermione pausing every few minutes until her head cleared. As soon as she had said goodbye to Dean, she went upstairs and collapsed on her bed, falling into a deep sleep.
*********************************************************************A/N: ok, this chapter may seem pointless To all my reviewers: I love you!!! snow- angel222: yes, there is a reason why Draco has a son. It shows just how much his attitude has changed over the years and how he really is capable of loving and being compassionate. It's just a little taste of the new Draco. You'll see later on what I mean.
Claimer: I own Jack Harry Arthur Potter, Maxmillian Xavier Black, and the entire 'de Varci' family.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
Read, enjoy, and review!!! ***************************************************************** This chapter is dedicated to Caitlin. Thank you for all the inspiration! *******************************************************************
At school, Hermione had never been much of a party-goer. In their sixth year, many girls snuck out to Hogsmeade to go to bars and clubs. Hermione wouldn't have been able to join them if she wanted to, being a Prefect and all. So she just stuck to school-related events, and the traditional Quidditch victory parties.
However, living with just Lavender for fifteen months had changed her perspective on nightlife. Lavender was well-connected, she could get a table at any restaurant or get them into any party, club, bar or restricted area that Hermione had ever heard of. They had managed to be at countless premieres, for both Muggle and Wizarding movies, not to mention the most exclusive restaurants and clubs around the world.
Night Owl was one of the more modern clubs on the. The inside was completely black, with ultraviolet lighting which made white and pale clothing show up.
"Let's dance!" Lavender yelled in her ear, over the rock music that blasted from every corner.
"No, let's get a drink first!" Hermione yelled back. They made their way across the dance floor, to the bar, and found places to sit. Lavender ordered the drinks, and a few minutes later she banged a small glass full of a suspicious-looking purple liquid in front of Hermione.
"What's that?" she asked Lavender, who was knocking back the same thing.
"Doesn't matter, just drink it." Lavender yelled. Hermione looked dubiously at the drink before pretending to take a small sip.
"Drink it all!" Lavender ordered. Hermione sighed before knocking it back. She immediately realized that it was the wizarding equivalent to tequila.
"Man, this is strong." She said to Lavender.
"I know, but it hasn't actually got that much alcohol in it. Most of it is actually sugar! Let's dance!" Lavender cried, pulling Hermione away from the bar and onto the dance floor, to where the music was loudest.
Hermione spent an hour dancing with various guys that Lavender pushed towards her, not really caring that she didn't know them. The music was too loud for conversation, meaning that Lavender yelled herself hoarse introducing Hermione to people she knew.
Hermione was in the middle of dancing to an old 'Ultrabeat' song, 'Pretty Green Eyes', when Lav grabbed her and pointed at someone coming towards them. Turning around. Hermione saw Dean Thomas coming through the crowd.
Since Hermione had last seen Dean, two years ago, he had grown into a really fit guy. He was quite tall, about 5'9", and had sandy-colored hair and hazel eyes. He came straight up to Hermione and gestured towards the patio outside. Nodding, Hermione followed him, leaving Lav dancing with someone else.
Outside the music was much quieter. Hermione and Dean perched themselves on a wide wooden railing that overlooked the sea.
"So, Hermione," Dean said. "It's great seeing you again."
"I know. I hardly recognized you though."
"I hardly recognized you either. Are you on holiday here?"
"Yeah, Lav thought it would be fun."
"Lav? As in Lavender? Lavender Brown? That was her?"
"Yes."
"But she's a blonde, right?"
"She dyed her hair black last year."
"That explains why she was slightly familiar."
"Yeah. So, are you here on holiday too?" Hermione asked.
"No, I work here. In one of the restaurants."
"Really? Which one?"
"Music House."
"I'll have to come check it out sometime. So do you live here then?"
"Nah, I Apparate back and forth to London."
"Sounds good."
"It is." A bartender came over from the bar on the other side of the patio.
"Drinks?" he asked them.
"Hermione? Drink?" Dean asked.
"Just a Butterbeer. Lav gave me some strange purple thing earlier and the effects are still going strong." Hermione replied.
"Two Butterbeers." Dean said. He paid the bartender and handed Hermione a bottle.
"Thanks." She said, taking a sip. "So, do you see lots of Hogwarts people here?" she asked.
"Who were the last few people you've seen?"
"Er. let's see. Millie Bulstrode was here last month, Justin Finch-Fletchey too, and I see Seamus all the time, most recently yesterday,"
"Seamus was here yesterday?"
"Yeah. Said he and Ginny fought or something, so he came and blagged a free meal."
"Ginny said the same thing. They argue a lot, don't they?" Hermione remarked.
"Yeah, but Seamus is chuffed about having a kid of his own. It's just no- one taught him not to argue with a pregnant woman. Did they decide on a name yet?"
"Ginny wants Michael if it's a boy and Amy if it's a girl. Seamus wants Sean if it's a boy and Siobhan if it's a girl."
"You can take the guy out of Ireland." Dean said. Hermione laughed.
"It seems like everyone is having or has kids." She commented, taking a swig from her Butterbeer bottle.
"I know. Ginny, Malfoy, Millie, Padma-"
"Millicent had kids? And Padma? I never knew." Hermione said. Dean nodded.
"Millie married some French guy and they have two-month-old twins. Pierre and Amalie. And Padma has a newborn, called Parvati. And Malfoy-"
"I know about Malfoy. Talked to him yesterday."
"Poor guy. He's completely. I dunno."
"Empty?" Hermione supplied.
"Yeah. That's it. Nothing much left in him, I reckon."
"Do you see him a lot?"
"His son loves the restaurant I work at, so yeah. Every couple of weeks or so."
They sipped their drinks in silence for a while longer. Hermione began to feel slightly dizzy. Dean, looking over at her, noticed her pale face.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded.
"Yeah, just a bit dizzy. I think I'll just go home now."
"Can I walk you?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
They walked back to the hut, Hermione pausing every few minutes until her head cleared. As soon as she had said goodbye to Dean, she went upstairs and collapsed on her bed, falling into a deep sleep.
*********************************************************************A/N: ok, this chapter may seem pointless To all my reviewers: I love you!!! snow- angel222: yes, there is a reason why Draco has a son. It shows just how much his attitude has changed over the years and how he really is capable of loving and being compassionate. It's just a little taste of the new Draco. You'll see later on what I mean.