Hermione appeared in an alley in the north end of London. She stripped of her robe; it would attract stares. Attention was not what she needed at this point. She didn't know the area well but could guess where Malfoy would go. She had heard stories of Slytherin parties and knew that they were all hearty drinkers.

She heralded a taxi and yelled throught the window, "Where's the nearest bar?"

A balding man whose girth overflowed his seatbelt answered, "Isn't it a bit early for a lass such as yourself to be at a bar?"

"Just tell me where it is." She tried to keep her voice steady, wanting to yell at this impertinent man.

"You're an impatient one. Goin' to meet someoneg? It's one block down that way," He pointed a chubby finger behind him, "on the lef' side o' the street."

She walked away without as much as thanking him. Soon she saw the neon lights of Rothclliff Avenue Club. She reached into her purse and used her wand to transform her Hogwarts ID into the drivers license of a 21-year- old. She flashed her brilliant smile and fake ID at the bartender as she walked in. She looked around and saw noone but a few diry-looking men who eyed her with interest. She hid a discusted look and was turning to leave when one of the men came over to her.

"What is a beautiful lady doing here at such a time? Could I maybe be of some assistance?" The man had a bruise on his eyebrow. He reached his hairy arm around her waist and pinched her butt.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing? Get away from me!"

The man pulled her closer to him, ignoring her struggling. She smelled liquor and cigarette smoke in his breath. Then suddenly his arm loosened and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was going to make a mad dash for the door when she felt two hands at her waist. She gasped, more in surprise and from the strange sensation that ran from her stomach to the rest of her body than fear.

She started to scream then the hands pushed painfully. She bit her tougne. She smelled a faint, familiar scent. Cologne. Expensive cologne. Could it be? She turned around just in time to see Dra- Malfoy learn in and give her a peck on the cheek. A shiver started in her toes and went all the way to her toes. She wiggled a little but he held her firmly.

"It's a delight to see you here, Mione." Malfoy turned to the bartender, "Ben I don't believe you've met my wife, Hermione?"

"It's my pleasure, certainly." The greasy-looking bartender winked at her.

Ewwww She thought.

"Well, my dear, it's time we got home." Not releasing her he steared her towards the door.

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