MUCHAS GRACIAS A MI BUEN REVIEWERS. VOS AMO(?) (TE AMO EN PLURAL)
TRANSLATION - THANKS VERY MUCH TO MY GOOD REVIEWERS. I LOVE YOU ALL….
AkiretheGoddess – thanks, I totally agree. Snivellus is EVIL. I'm kinda sad I got rid of him cause if he were still in the Fic, I could torture him violently. That would make me very happy… There is hope yet…
goddessa39 – well I should have a few chappie up when you get back and no worries they won't. No this time, anyway. The will be serving detention sometime in the future, though… Have fun on ur VaCa!
Sorry about the shortness of this chapter and the next, but the had to be by themselves, so I couldn't combine them…
On with the chappie…
Last Chapter…
Finally, he shook himself and said, "But aren't you dating Hermione?"
"Oh yeah. So?"
"So? What did she say about it?"
"She wanted to watch if Malfoy and I ever fucked."
"What! Hermione did?"
"Yeah, that our join us. It was quite funny actually. Considering who it was from."
"I am just going to pretend we never had this conversation. I really don't need to know this much about your sex life. Although, Talk to Sirius. You two can compare. I think you are turning into just as big a man-whore as he was."
Harry smiled smugly. "Definitely!"
Remus shook his head again. "I look in on Ron in a little bit."
"He was out like a light and probably won't wake for several hours. When he does tell him, we went to Sliver Dragon and we'll tell him about it tomorrow. Thank, Moony. I owe ya one!"
He turned and went to change for their trip to Hogsmeade.
Chapter 21 – Drinks, Piercing, and Dirty-Dancing
Not even a half an hour later, Draco, Harry, and Hermione were dressed and ready to go. Draco was sporting a pair of (tight, but not skin tight. If you no what I mean…) black jeans and a white (billowy. I love billow shirts on men. Soooo sexy) shirt with a V-neck that tied. It wasn't tied. Harry was wearing the same thing, except his shirt was black. Hermione had on a classic short black dress and black heels. Her hair was up in a messy bun.
So, in other words, they all looked hot.
Harry took the Invisibility cloak and they crept through the castle out onto the grounds. They stopped at the Whomping Willow. Harry turned to Draco. "Changing and go hit that knob." He indicated what to hit and Draco obliged.
Ten minutes of twisting turns and dirt found them in the Shrieking Shack. When he saw where they ended up Draco stopped dead. "We can't be in here." He stated, unable to keep all the fear from his tone.
Harry and Hermione both smiled gently at him. "Draco," Harry said quietly. "There are not ghosts in here."
Draco turned his frightened gaze on Harry. "H-How do you know?"
"This is a Marauder's Confidence. It's very important." The three of them glowed for a second as the Vow was triggered. "Those stories about violent ghost, were just that. Stories. It was a cover up. The only time to fear this place is during the full moon. You must never, ever come here during the full moon. Promise me."
"I-I promise. I won't ever come here during the full moon unless you tell me otherwise."
"Good. I will explain everything to you tomorrow, but I have to ask someone something first so how about we just start our night, eh?"
They both nodded and Draco reluctantly followed them through the house and down to the village, leaving the cloak just inside the door. Harry led them through the streets to a small shop. It appeared to be closed, but, when Harry knocked once then paused and knocked twice more, the door opened and petite redheaded woman stood in the doorway. She looked to be about 25 or 30 years old.
When she saw who was there, her emerald eyes lit in welcome. "Harry!"
He grinned and hugged her, picking her up and spinning her in a slow circle. She laughed and Hermione scowled.
"Put me down, you scoundrel!" The woman laughed and Harry complied.
He turned to his two companions. "Hermione, Draco, this is Lyrra. Lyrra, this is my girlfriend Hermione Granger, and this is Draco Malfoy, a friend."
Lyrra eyed Hermione appraisingly. "So this is the beautiful girl you've been telling me so much about. Well, you were right she is very pretty…"
Harry grinned at Hermione's blush. "I believe you are embarrassing her, Lyrra Darling. May we come inside?"
"How utterly rude of me. Of course, you can. Come in!" She ushered them in to sit around the kitchen table. She made them tea. "Alright, now the we are settled in, why are you here or is it just a visit?"
"Well, no it's isn't just a visit, though I did want you to me Herm. I decide to get them rings done, and I figured you would know how or where to get them done."
"Harry, of course. Actually, I could do it for you…I see your friends look slightly confused. You didn't tell them who I am did you?" He shook his head and she smiled. "Well," she said, turning to the other two. "I am Harry's cousin on his mother's side…Yes I know he isn't supposed to have relatives, but I was disowned because of being a witch. No one told my cousins anything about me. I met Harry a few months ago here in the village. I own a little shop and he came in." She turned back to Harry. "You want to do it now?"
He nodded. "Sure"
She stood and pulled her wand out of her pocket, pointing it at Harry. Hermione made a move to get up but Draco held her back. "Don't. He's just getting an earring put in. Watch."
She watched. That was exactly what happened. Two earring holes appeared in his right ear and were immediately filled with black studs. Harry grinned at Lyrra. Hermione turned to stare at Draco. "How did you know?"
He grinned and pointed to his own ear. For the first time, Hermione noticed that Draco had two earrings in his left ear.
Lyrra explained what Harry had to do and asked him when he'd be back to 'get the other thing done,' which confused Draco and Hermione no ended. Soon the tea was done and they were on their way to Silver Dragon for some fun.
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The music pulsed through the room and body slid against one another, as the trio watched from the bar. They were taking a break from dancing. Each was nursing a glass of the clubs specialty and Flaming Dragon, which was a reddish drink that emitted green smoke. Harry and Draco were both one there fourth and Hermione was on her third. (P.S. this is the alcoholic equivalent of drinking a shot each of whiskey, vodka, and tequila)
"Come on," Harry said after finishing his drink. "Let's dance."
He took both Draco and Hermione's hand and pulled them on to the dance floor. Harry positioned himself behind Hermione with Draco behind him. Candy Shop by 50 cent started to pound through the room. Harry grinned and breathed into Hermione's ear. "Perfect!"
He started to grind his hips in time with the music, moving against Hermione's back and Draco's front. They moved with him, until Hermione stepped away to watch. Draco grinned wolfishly at her over Harry shoulder and spun him around. Facing one another, they began to dance. The movement around them slowed then stopped altogether as the dancers turned to watch. They took no notice. Their hips grinding together. Finally, Harry turned Draco and the dance back to front until the end of the song. When the song ended, Harry grinned at Draco, who smirked in return. Draco leaned in and kissed Harry slowly as Hermione watched. When they broke off, she moved between them and kissed both of them.
Another song started and they danced like that. By the time the club closed at 4 a.m. All three had had at least seven or eight Flaming Dragons and were more drunk then they'd ever been in their lives. Stumbling down street after street, they ended up getting a room at the Three Broomstick and all collapsing on the one queen sized bed in the room.
