Like A Raven
'Just being here is intoxicating,' thought Hermione as she was pulling on her black and silver boots that laced all of the way up to her knees. 'I am not wasting my last night in New York. I'm gonna turn some heads at that dance club tonight.'
Since she had found out that she was a pureblood, Hermione had completely changed, in both the attitude and looks departments. She had gone from being Miss Preppy Priss to being a punked-out goth. She threw away most of her clothes (all except her Hogwarts uniform) and went out and bought a crap-load of black, blood-red, navy blue, silver and gold clothes that showed off the figure she'd always hidden behind those baggy shirts, pants and skirts. She'd also gone out and bought some jewelry. Her favorites were black leather chokers, one with a heart on it (the heart changed colors depending on who was thinking about her) and another with an electric green guitar pick on it. (A/NYes, Hermione plays guitar. Electric guitar, mind you.) Hermione had also gone to Chelsea, the magical part of New York (A/N Yeah, I know there isn't one, I'm just using this part for shits and giggles) and had it magically dyed as black as a raven's wing. She could change it back to the traditional mocha by muttering the counter-charm.
"The guys aren't ever gonna recognise me," Hermione said to herself as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing her boots, deep blood-red fishnet stockings, a black skirt that only reached the middle of her thigh and a black corset-like top laced with silver ribbon and that showed a fair amount of pale skin. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant French-twist at the nape of her neck.
She smiled and disapparated (A/N Yes, she is only 16. They can't track British wizards/witches when they are in America) into the ally behind 'Hidden Magic,' the only 'magical person(s) only' club in all of New York.
Draco Malfoy was sitting at the bar watching the dance floor and drinking a 'deadly dragon' when she walked in. She looked stunning in her black outfit once again. She had been there every night this week, but he still hadn't asked her name, let alone asked her to dance.
'That's it. I will do it tonight. I will talk to her and dance with her,' he thought to himself. Draco slid off his seat and headed slowly towards her...
Hermione's POV
He was walking towards me just as the song switched to one of my favourites; a muggle song entitled 'Two Beds and a Coffee Machine.'
"Miss," he said gently, "Will you dance with me?"
"Yes," I replied with a slight grin on my face. He smiled back and put his hands on my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck. The very second I did this, the music faded and the faces of all others in the room turned into a blur of colour. It felt like we were the only two on the planet.
End POV
As soon as the song ended, the two released each other and smiled at one another.
"Err, I'm Drake," he said shaking the hair out of his eyes. "What's your name?"
"Oh, yeah, you can call me Mya," she replied.
'Holy crap!' she thought, 'I feel so connected with this guy. It's like we know, knew or possibly loved each other before. That's impossible though. I've never seen him before in my life. I don't recall ever loving any one either.' Little did she know, 'Drake' was thinking the exact same thing.
"So, err, Drake, are you still in school?" Mya asked, to break the eerie silence that had settled in between them.
"Yeah, this is my last year. I'm leaving tomorrow because we start on September first," replied Drake, watching Mya as she shook the twist out of her hair.
"Merlin! What a coincidence, I'm also leaving tomorrow to start school on the first!" Mya exclaimed, looking at her watch. To her amazement, it was already 3 o'clock in the morning. "I had better get going. It's late."
Before Drake could say anything else, Mya had disapparated. 'Damnit! Now I'll probably never see her again,' thought Draco. Little did he know, he was very wrong indeed...
A/N Well, there you go. that's three chapters up, about ten or eleven more to go...