Harry ejected CD 6 and allowed Hermione to load hers in its place. The Beatles began to play, as Harry turned his bass as low as it would go. "I can live with this." Mr. Granger and Harry stated at the same time.

The drive relaxed Harry, allowing him to concentrate on the night to come. He simply hoped that it would be as good as he would like.

"Harry?" Hermione interuppted his musings as he was parked at a stop sign, several men in ratty clothing had walked up to the car with spray bottles and dingy rags, offering to clean Harry's windows.

"Yea?" Harry inquired as he rolled his window down, while reaching into his pocket for his wallet. "Is something wrong?" He turned his face to look at her, noticing that she was currently staring almost fearfully at all the men surrounding the car.

"Is this... safe?" She began to whisper as her eyes darted back and forth between all the men, her fear of the unknown beginning to show.

"Yes. Don't you think you're tempting fate bullet proof vest boy?" Mr. Granger hissed as he leaned forward in his seat, cramping Harry.

"Shiiit." Harry laughed as he pulled four 50$ pound notes from his wallet. "These guys are trying to clean up their act, that's all." He snickered as he handed a note to each of the men.

"They will probably just use that money to purchase drugs or prostitutes!" Mr. Granger growled as he stared at the men happily walking away from the car.

"Mabe they will be buying food fo' der' wives and diapers for da baby?" Harry turned in his seat, his face inches from Mr. Grangers. "Ya feel me? It ain't like I be spendin YO money!" His anger beginning to return.

"I think it was very kind of Harry to do that. Trust is a rare commodity." Mrs. Granger piped in, sensing a fight about to escalate.

"We almost there." Harry stated with a tinge more hardness then he meant as he turned back around to grip the steering wheel. "Don't worry." He continued as he reached over to squeeze Hermione's thigh, sensing hate filled eyes on his every move. "Every one is happy baby."

Hermione rolled her eyes as a grin came to her lips; Harry had found the ticklish spot just above her knee. "Ok Harry." She huffed as she gripped his wrist. "Every one is happy."

"We are here." Harry smiled as he slowly pulled the car into a chain linked yard, a large warehouse like structure looming in the darkness, a single door lit by a lone lamp hanging overhead. "They have the best thai food here." He smiled as he pulled the key from the ignition, the Porsche cutting off with the twist of his wrist.

"Looks shady to me." Mr. Granger growled as he roughly opened the door to the Porsche, much to the chagrin of Harry. "I bet it looks awful inside."

Harry simply cracked his neck and shrugged his shoulders, a look of frustration on his face. "Smile Harry." He thought before plastering the largest, cheesiest fake smile he had ever worn.

Harry hobbled over to Hermione's door, opening it for her. "My lady?" He grinned as she blushed from all the attention he was lavishing upon her.

"Thank you." She giggled as Harry offered his arm to her. "Having fun already mother?" She called over her shoulder as Mrs. Granger was pinching her father on the arm.

"Peachy!" Her mother called back as Harry led them through the dark parking lot.

"Alot of expensive cars here." Mr. Granger comented before exclaiming, "Damnit woman that hurt!" His expression stern as he rubbed the inside of his bicep.

Harry laughed lightly as he finally broke through the darkness and into the dim light granted by the inadequate bulb flickering in protest of its position. "Let me just get us in." He explained as he thrusted hard twice against the door with the tip of his cane.

A small slit in the door cracked open revealing an eye. "Password?"

"I run these streets."

"Welcome back King Magick." The man grinned as the sound of several locks clanking echoed through the parking lot, the door slowly swinging open for the groups entrance. "Business or pleasure?"

"Pleasure." Harry smirked as he untwined his arm from Hermione's and wrapped it around her waist. "Everything is ready for my date tonight. Yes?" Harry inquired as he stepped firmly into the entrance hall of the building. It was still dank, and there wasn't much light, but the sound of music and a small crack of light from below a door down the hall beckoned the group forward.

"Of course. Any thing for you sir." The man smiled as he motioned for the group to walk down the hall.

"Thanks." Harry grinned before withdrawing a small stack of pounds from his pocket, tossing them nonchalantly to the doorman. "I wouldn't forget you either."

"Boy sure does throw money around." Mr. Granger whispered to his wife as they shared a look. "There is something I don't like about him."

"This way." Harry commanded as he led the group down the empty hall to the final door. "This place is the best." Harry assured the group who now looked very nervous.

If there were any way to describe pure surprise, it would have to do with the faces of Grangers. Their eyes wide as they soaked in the entire room, their interest jumping between the most prominent features of the room.

On the left on a raised platform sat the dining area, large square tables with white cloth upon them sat, four chairs around each table. The floor was tiled in the most exquisite Mexican designs. To their right was a dance floor, lasers and smoke dancing about on in the air and on the floor. A DJ was currently mixing rap songs with techno beats. Back that ass up (techno remix) blared from the six-foot tall speakers.

"Sir." A tall skinny man in a tuxedo smiled as he gestured towards the dining area. "Welcome back. How has every thing been?"

"Great!" Harry grinned widely as he tugged lightly on Hermione, drawing her away from simply staring in the doorway. "This is my girlfriend Hermione and her parents." Harry motioned as they walked at a comfortable pace for the limpin-pimp to a table that had been reserved for them.

"Thank you sir." Harry grinned as he pulled Hermione's seat back for her, tucking her close to the table before hobbling to his side at her left.

Mr. Granger reached out and pulled Mrs. Granger's seat out with a bit less finesse than Harry. "Thank you honey." She grinned, sounding slightly miffed. "You are the gentleman aren't you?"

"What I usually have. For every one." Harry stated firmly as the waiter simply nodded and walked off. "Good. Right on time." Harry grinned as two waitresses had walked up to the group with two large bouquets of red roses.

"For Ms. And Mrs. Granger." The girls smiled as they handed the roses to the women.

"They are beautiful Harry!" Hermione practically shouted as she inhaled deeply of the flowers.

"Gorgeous." Mrs. Granger concurred.

Harry was grinning and looking down at the table, but looked up as he noticed motion in his peripheral vision. His movement threw Hermione's aim off, and her kiss meant for his cheek landed squarely on his lips.

Mrs. Granger giggled while Mr. Granger cracked his knuckles.

"Thanks." Harry smirked as Hermione blushed furiously. "I think that was a a lot better than the flowers I gave you."

Hermione simply beamed as Harry leaned back in his seat. The waiter having returned with iced tea for every one and four wine glasses.

"A taste?" The waiter offered as he held up a very expensive looking wine bottle.

"Certainly!" Harry grinned as he gestured to the glasses.

"Now just wait a minute." Mr. Granger scowled. "Hermione and you aren't old enough to drink."

"Mrs. Granger?" Harry inquired his eyes locked with hers.

"I think its fine, if it isn't much." Patricia shrugged.

"250$ pounds madam." The waited impassively replied.

"For the bottle?" Mrs. Granger choked.

"Per glass." He replied.

"Fine. I will have two glasses." Mr. Granger smirked, causing Hermione and Mrs. Granger to prepare to scream at him, but Harry quickly interrupted their train of thought by shocking them.

"Leave the bottle."

"What?" Even Mr. Granger was surprised by Harry's declaration.

"You messing with Mr. Money aint a thing." Harry scowled as he took the bottle from the hands of the waiter. "Put it on my bill."

"Yes sir."

"Harry. Alex!" Hermione's mother shrieked as she pointed between the two. "Honey, tell Harry you were just joking."

"You don't have to…" Harry handing him the bottle cut off Mr. Granger.

"You'll need it. The look on her face says you will be sleeping on the couch." Harry laughed as he pointed at Patricia.

Hermione simply sat stunned, her eyes wide as she calculated the cost of the bottle. "Harry?" She breathed slowly. "That bottle was worth more than two thousand pounds."

"I'm sure it is." Harry replied nonchalantly as he craned his neck to look at the dance floor.

"Harry. You don't have to try to impress us." Hermione continued, a far away look in her eyes. "Please?"

"Look. I'm sorry baby. HE was making me mad." Harry jerked his head in the direction of Mr. Granger. "I got carried away. It really isn't a big deal. You tell me what you want, and I'll do it for you."

"Take the bottle back?" Hermione asked with her eyes slightly watery.

"No." Harry replied sternly. "I can't. It would be bad form. I would loose face here."

"Then all I want is a dance, and I think my dad should have a chance to pay you back." Hermione scowled at her father.

"Ok. If he shakes my hand and says it was nice to meet me at the end of the night. It'll be even." Harry replied firmly.

"Harry. That isn't what I mean…" But Hermione was cut off by a deep sigh from Harry.

"I just want to be accepted by the family of the woman I love." Harry growled with his head held high.

"Touching." Mr. Granger sneered.

"Thanks. Did I come on to fast? I practiced it for years." Harry replied snarkily. "Just for the day when I got to meet someone as great as you."

"Harry."

"Sorry baby."

Hem Hem

The food had finally arrived and Harry was starving. The food consisted of beef with rice noodles in a peanut sauce, with a small bowl of white rice on the side. "You can get practically anything here, but this is my favorite." Harry grinned at Hermione.

"It smells kind of like peanut butter." Hermione thought aloud as she pressed with her fork into the middle of her plate.

"Try it. It's great."

"I have had this." Mr. Granger spoke quietly. When I was in China for a tour of duty.

"Did you like it?" Harry inquired slowly.

"Very much so." Mr. Granger replied evenly. "It has a very distinctive taste."

"Yes it does." Harry continued their small conversation, noticing from the corner of his eye Hermione perking up.

"Is China fun daddy?" Hermione finally spoke.

"The food is good, but the job was all business." He replied softly to his daughter.

"I can only imagine." Harry tipped his head lightly to Mr. Granger. "Please, tell us a story?" Harry continued, as he noticed Hermione and her mother both cheering up with their conversation.

"I don't have a very glamorous job." Mr. Granger laughed lightly, attempting to connect with Harry at some level. "I go in, do my job, and get out."

"I feel you." Harry nodded, his eyes betraying just how much he knew.

"Do you?" Mr. Granger asked with a twinge of curiosity.

"Of course. Business is all cut throat and what not." Harry quickly replied before digging into his food and averting his eyes.

Eventually they had finished their food and the conversation had died away so Harry offered the dance to Hermione. "Shall we?" He had asked, as he stood up.

"I would like to talk more to you Harry." Mr. Granger spoke with a courteousness he had not used yet, as Hermione stooped, in the middle of standing up. "After your dance, of course."

Harry simply nodded before extending his arm to Hermione and walking her to the dance floor. As they made their way to the dance floor, they found the DJ had switched to a much more slow song. Tell me by Bobby Valentino echoed through the building as Harry wrapped an arm around Hermione's waste, their dancing slow and deliberate as Harry attempted to make his steps as smooth as possible.

"I'm sorry." Harry began, before being cut off by Hermione.

"Don't you dare be sorry." Hermione whispered into his ear as she nibbled on his lobe.

"I used to dance better."

"You dance wonderfully. You are in fact the first person to ever dance with me."

"I love you girl."

"I love you to Harry."

Soon the song was over and Hermione was pulling her head off of Harry's shoulder. Her entire body feeling sluggish and relaxed as she wrinkled her nose lightly in a dainty smile.

"Let me hit the bathroom, then I will get us a fast one." Harry grinned as he hobbled off the floor calling over his shoulder as he went. "Go ahead and dance without me." A smile on his face.

Hermione simply stood dumbfounded for a moment before the DJ mixed the song Im So into you by Fabolous into the beat; slowly he was building momentum up for the faster songs.

Her body wiggled and swayed to the tune of the music, Harry having taught her how to identify the beat to move to. She held her hands in the air over her head letting them move slowly and fluidly, eyes closed, she thought only of Harry.

"Harry?" She questioned as she felt hands on her back as someone began to dance with her, her eyes jerking open causing her to stumble as she realized some other man had stepped up to her.

"Hey girl." The man grinned as he held a beer bottle in one hand, his eyes burning lustily.

"Get away from me." Hermione hissed, pushing the man backwards. "I'm seeing someone."

"Yea! Me!" He laughed as several of his friends were standing around sharing in his tormenting of Hermione.

"Hey you! Get away from her!" Mr. Granger had stepped down to the floor, having seen Hermione being accosted.

"Why you mutha fucking…" The thug began to state as he drew a large knife out of his pocket. "I oughta…" What he thought he should do, he never spoke as he dropped the knife.

"That's what I thought." Mr. Granger grinned, before realizing the men were looking past him. "What the?" He whispered as he slowly looked over his shoulder to see Harry standing behind him with a death scowl.

"Problem?" Harry simply stated.

"Of course not K.M." The man hurriedly replied, his hands shaking lightly. "This lass isn't yours is she?"

"She is my girlfriend."

"Oh god." The man breathed heavily as his knees began to quake. "I didn't know. Please. You have to believe me." He begged as his face turned ashen.

"Look. I'm having a great night so far. Why don't you and your friends leave." Harry nodded slowly as though thinking of some great scheme. "Just don't bother me, or let me see you for the rest of the night."

"I think I'm going to be sick." The man exclaimed as he ran for the door, his friends behind him.

"Just a night club owner huh?" Mr. Granger asked with a look that may have been respect behind his eyes.

"They wouldn't be on the guest book any more." Harry smirked before walking up to Hermione. "Did they hurt you?"

"No. I am fine."

"Want me to hurt them?"

"No Harry."

"Then shall we dance." He grinned as the song changed to Balling out of control by Jermaine Dupri.

"I don't know how to dance to this." Hermione giggled as Harry started to perform the Harlem Shake.

"It's really easy." Harry grinned as his shoulders and arms popped to the rhythm of the music. "Just up and down with the shoulders." He demonstrated. "Then you just pop the arms at the elbows every once in a while."

"I think I will just watch you on this one. I feel silly." Hermione laughed as Harry took on a more serious face, his form perfect, occasionally gripping his suspenders making a very interesting show.

AN: I made my c2, it is in my profile. Scope it out. There will be sex next chapter. I have also decided that before I start book 3, after I finish this part two. I am going to make a mini-book all about Sirius and Remus. So you know all about them from book one up until the beginning of book three. I think people would like that. Please review. Thanks to every one who has reviewed. You all made this chapter worth making. Tell all your friends about this story. There WILL be drug use and sex in the next chapter. Just so every one is prepared for it.