New Guy in the Club
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em, you know the deal! ^_^
AN: This is my first fic! This chapter will definately be longer than the first one. That was sort of an intro/prologue type of thing…sort of…well, you get the idea (I hope).
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Chapter 2
Hermione flipped her long, straight, syruppy brown hair as she spotted Harry Potter on the other side of the club. Her hair used to be bushy, and until it straightened out and she got herself a figure, she was just an unnoticed nerd, too absorbed in schoolwork to care about much else. She waltzed over to Harry, who was talking to their best friend, Ron Weasley. Taking off her jacket and casually throwing it on the couch she had approached, she sat on Harry's lap, startling him out of his conversation.
"Hey Baby, how's it goin'?" she asked carelessly to her boyfriend of two years. They were the star couple of this town, and people stopped trying to get in the way of it long ago.
Ron jokingly acted as if she was talking to him. "Well actually,"
"Don't flatter yourself," Harry cut in. Then he turned his attention over to Hermione. "I hear there's a new guy in town. Name's Drake or somethin' like that. Think we should give him any time or possibilty of acceptance?" He chuckled at this.
"Depends if he gives a good appearance or not," she replied.
"Looking to cheat on Harry now, are we?" threw in Ron.
"We?" Hermione raised her eyebrows. "I know tons of *girls* are after Harry but..."
"Sorry Hermy, forgot to tell you," joked Harry.
"Anyways," began Hermione only slightly more serious, "if this guy doesn't show *here* tonight, he's *definately* not worth anyonee's time." There was a unanamous agree to that.
She suddenly spotted Ginny, Ron's younger sister who could easiley be seen by her flaming red, owned by her whole family. Ginny's face was serious and she was making a beeline for Ron. Deciding to give them some privacy, Hermione got up and asked Harry to dance. After quickly accepting, he got up with her as they made their way to the center of the floor, their usual spot that gave them yet another place to be the center of attention.
Harry was cheering inside as he swerved through the mass of people.
God, it's been forever since we've danced! We've usually just talk.
Unknown to Harry, Hermione was feeling the opposite.
God he sucks at dancing! If he would actually do something that's not along the lines of gawking it might not be even half as bad!
This made her question why she was even dating him.
Sure he's a nice guy and all, but he can get so plain and boring. I wish he would be more daring and adventurous. Maybe he could surprise me every once in a while, too. I wonder if this new guy will be any better. Wait! What are you saying? You have Harry! Just dance, it always helps you feel better.
And so she danced. And boy did she dance.
~*~
Draco walked into Hogwarts and headed straight toward the non-alchoholic bar since he was underage, wondering what the point of those things were. As the bartender walked over with his drink, he started conversation.
"New here, huh?" he asked, but didn't get a reply. His customer seemed to be in another world, staring towards the center of the room.
"Who's she?" Draco asked, not moving his gaze.
"Oh, her? That's Hermione Granger. I see you have good taste, but I'm afraid, my friend, that she's unavailable. As has been for the past two years," added the bartender. Draco watched her dance for the next few minutes, occasionally sipping from his drink until the song ended. He saw the girl turn to the guy she was dancing with, probably her boyfriend say something, and head over his way. Fortunately for him, the only open stool was the one next to the one he happened to be sitting in, which she took.
"So, you're the new guy," she said smoothly, almost carelessly. "What is it, Drake or something?"
"Draco...Malfoy," he said calmly, shrugging. "I see news travels fast around here."
Well, so far he's sort of cuter than Harry. And look at those muscles!...BAD HERMIONE! She mentally scolded herself.
"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger." She extended her hand. He took took it smoothly and brushed it ever so slightly against his lips in a fluid movement.
"So I hear," he said as she lightly giggled.
"I think there need to be more gentlemen in this town," she commented smiling. Harry could take a lesson or two from him, for instance. "I'm sure that you'll fit in just fine around here. *And* you get the pleasure of fitting in with me on your first day." Her eyes twinkled.
A slow song kicked in. "Dance?" she offered.
"Any time," he replied taking her hand and leading her to the floor. This shocked quite a few people, for Hermione rarely danced with anyone besides Harry, and when she did, it was usually Ron. Now some new guy comes and has already gotten her on the floor after talking for a mere ten minutes.
After finding an open spot, (which was easy because of the astounded people, parting in curiosity)Hermione found that he was tall enough that her head could rest perfectly in the crook of his neck. She couldn't help but notice how pefectly their bodies melded together.
We just met and I'm already falling for him. Hard. The worst part is, though, I'm just letting it happen.