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A/N Hi all, here is your update! I got so many reviews my inbox was full. Maybe I should leave chapters at cliffhangers all the time. wink ;) I hope you enjoy this chapter. Happy reading and dont foget to review.

Clubbing

Hermione looked at Draco as if he had a bird on his head.

"What's the matter?" she asked him. His face was frozen in an angry sort of way.

'Oh my gods' she thought 'Pansy must be here.'

"Is it Pansy?" she whispered. He shook his head no.

"Stay here." he said sternly. She nodded.

Draco stood up and walked over to the bar. He stood next to the tall man and ordered a drink. He looked up and was staring into the eyes of Steven Shanlywhotook no notice of him; he was chatting and flirting with a pretty blonde who was seated next to him. She was batting her eyelashes and running her hand along his arm. Draco had a sudden surge of anger. He tapped the man on the arm.

"Hey man, can I help you?" Steven said.

"Yeah, I saw your picture in the paper, isn't your wife missing?" Draco said loud enough for the blonde to hear.

"Uh, yeah. Bugger off." he returned his attention to the blonde.

"Shouldn't you be looking for her instead of trying to pick up a date?" his voice was seething.

"Mind your business mate." he said in an annoyed way. Draco picked up his drink and went back to the table.

"We should go." he said to Hermione.

"Why? What is the matter?"

He didn't want to tell her, it would probably hurt her. He glanced back up to the bar and saw Steven leading the girl onto the dance floor. He sighed heavily.

"Look Granger, I don't want to spoil our night, but your husband is here."

Her face froze in fear. She looked around startled.

"Where?" she whispered.

He hung his head and motioned towards the dance floor; she turned her head and saw Steven grinding on some young blonde thing. She turned her head away again, tears filing her eyes.

"Lets go." he said.

"No."

"Come on, it is too risky."

"I don't look like myself, and I am having fun. To hell with him." she took Draco's whiskey and downed it in one gulp.

"Let's dance." she said to him, pulling him on the floor. She positioned them near Steven and the blonde, but not too close. Brazenly, she pulled Draco into a close stance and moved her hips against his. He looked at her; he could see Hermione inside of that façade. She was smiling. He wrapped his arms around her waist, moving his hands down her skirt, feeling her. He could feel himself getting slightly turned on by her seductive movements. She looked at him in a way she never thought she could. They danced closer to Steven and his partner. She caught Steven's attention and winked at him. He smiled his old charming smile back at her. Giggling to herself she licked her lips at him, making him take notice of her. And when she had his full attention she returned her gaze to Draco. Boldly, she pulled him down into a passionate kiss. His hands roamed up her short skirt. Her tongue pressed on his lips, asking for entry. He opened his mouth and her tongue pushed its way in. She felt shocked at her own boldness, and a twinge of guilt. Not for cheating on her husband, or soon to be ex, but for using Draco in this way. Not that he looked like he minded. He too was glancing over at Steven. In his own mind this was the sweetest revenge. Kissing his wife right in front of him. His beautiful eyes sparkled in the flashing lights as he kissed her back, and pulled her body closer to his. When she finally broke the kiss, he looked at her in a different way. This was not the simple brushing of lips, or the sweet kisses they had weeks ago. She cocked her head back and looked at Steven again. His mouth was slightly ajar, and she winked at him again. He pulled the blonde off of the floor and back to the bar. She laughed. He was unnerved. She thought he might have seen a glimpse of her inside of this body, and it frightened him. Draco pulled her back to him and continued to dance slowly with her. She turned her full attention back to him and continued their dance. When the song was over they went back to the table for another drink.

"No more of those frilly drinks, bring me something with some kick to it." she said to him, and he smiled back as he strolled back to the bar. Steven was still there, but the blonde was no where to be seen.

"Two tequila's please." he said to the bartender. The man poured two glasses and handed them to Draco.

"Quite a little spitfire you have there." a voice said to Draco from behind.

"Excuse me?" he said back.

"Your girl. She looks like a lot of fun." Steven smiled at Draco in an odd sort of way.

"Uh, yeah she is."

"She come here much?"

"With me."

"You guys have a thing?"

"Don't you have a wife to be finding?" Draco yelled, annoyed at this jerk.

"Hey, a man has needs." he said swallowing his drink in one big gulp.

"You are disgusting." Draco said, turning back to the table. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What did you say to me?"

"I said you were disgusting. You have a wife and you are out looking for a quick shag? What kind of man are you?" Draco spat.

"Look, it's none of your business. I only asked about your little hussy over there because she was sending me signals out there on the dance floor. So maybe you should reel your bitch in."

Wrong thing to say. And without another word Draco punched him in the nose, sending blood flying and the bouncer over quick as a flash. Steven stood up, nose gushing blood. He was holding it, trying to control the blood flow. The bouncer was holding Draco back.

"You asshole, look what you did." Steven yelled.

"You deserved it. No one calls her names. She deserves better than that. And your wife deserves better than you." he struggled against the big bouncer before being thrown out of the club.

Hermione saw the commotion and walked towards the arguing pair. She saw Draco being drug out of the club and took this opportunity to pass by Steven. His nose was still bleeding, and he was holding a napkin to it. He looked at her as she passed by, and she couldn't resist saying something to him.

"Awww… what happened?" she said in her whiniest Pansy voice.

"Your man attacked me. Unprovoked." he spat.

"Your beautiful face, look what happened." she had to control her laughing. She had always wanted to see him hurting in the same way her hurt her.

"Want to come home with me and nurse me back to health?" he said in his most charming way.

She walked over to him and ran her hand across his face. She had once loved him. Now she had nothing but contempt for him.

"I don't shag losers." she said, and the words smacked him right in the face. There was pep in her step as she walked out the door. Draco was waiting for her outside, his hand was bruised. She took his hand in hers and kissed it lightly.

"What took you so long?" he asked.

"Had some final business with Steven." she replied, before breaking into laughter again. "That was a nice shot."

"He deserved it. He was hitting on every woman in the place and wanted me to hook him up with you." he opened the door for her and she stepped into the car.

He got behind the wheel and started to drive home. The night air blew across their faces. She thought of that moment over and over in her mind. Steven bleeding, nose broken. Brilliant. By the time they arrived at the manor she felt as if a new chapter to her life had begun. The chapter with Steven was closing. She was going to owl Harry and tell him to file divorce papers on her behalf. Divorce was hard to obtain in the wizarding world. She would have to go in front of the council and prove a good reason for the divorce. Harry and Draco would surely testify on her behalf. As they climbed the steps up to Draco's room she realized how much her feet hurt from those boots. When they got into the room she sat on the bed and pulled off the boots. Her tiny feet were red.

'How on earth does Pansy wear these all the time?' she wondered. Draco was silently healing his hand over on the couch. She sighed heavily. Once she filed for divorce she supposed it would be okay for her to find her own place. She walked over to the couch and sat down.

"I had a great time tonight. Thank you." she said to him.

"Your welcome. I'm sorry my fighting cut it short."

"It's okay, my feet were killing me." she laughed. "I need to tell you something."

"I already know." he said.
"You do?"

"Yes, I know you only kissed me to make him jealous." he had a note of bitterness in his voice.

"Well yes, but no." she blushed. He raised his eyebrow at her, listening intently on her answer.

"At first that was why I kissed you." she said "but after a minute or so, I forgot all about him. But that is not what I was going to tell you. I have decided to file for divorce."

"Oh" he said. "Does that mean you are leaving?"

"Well, yes, but I don't know when. I will have to have a hearing, and I was hoping you would testify on my behalf."

"Sure" he said, heart sinking. He didn't know what he was feeling at the moment, but he didn't like it.

"I shouldn't have used you like that. I am sorry." she said, looking into the fire.

"No, its alright." he lied.

"It's not alright. I am an emotional wreck right now. It was too easy to kiss you to make myself feel better, and it wasn't right." her stomach was in knots over this. Why?

"I understand. I am going to take a shower." he said standing up, not looking back at her. She still looked like Pansy, but her eyes shouted Hermione. The eight hours would be up soon he hoped. It was conflicting looking at her the way she was. His body hit the shower, but instead of hot water, he turned it to cool. Grinding with her out on the dance floor had been an intoxicating experience. And that kiss, gods he needed to forget that. The cool water ran down his body, reaching his waist and traveling down his legs. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was her. He pounded his fists on the wall. He had never had such emotion before about a woman, and he knew he could never have her. He ended the shower abruptly, and dried himself with a towel.

Meanwhile, Hermione was slowly changing back into herself. Her hair had lengthened out, and she grew taller. It had been a lot of fun going out to the club, she didn't relish being Pansy, but it was worth it to see Steven writhing in pain. And she had really enjoyed kissing Draco. It was passionate, and wonderful. His hands had roamed up her short skirt, and she had felt a familiar stirring in her loins. It had been a while since she felt that, and she realized that she missed it. All Steven ever cared about was his own needs, never hers. Before they were married he brought her to orgasm every time, making sure she was completely satisfied before he finished. After marriage though, she hadn't had one since. Maybe Draco would let her use him once more, she giggled at the thought, but felt guilty immediately after for thinking of using him again. She pulled off the shirt and skirt, but left the tank and panties on. It was hot in the room. She lay on top of the covers, trying not to think of those feelings, when he emerged from the bathroom.

"Its all yours if you want it." he said casually. He was still in only a towel.

She shook her head no.

"I forgot my clothes, sorry." he said grabbing a pair of shorts from his drawer, before darting back to the bathroom. When he came out again, he wore only some green boxers.

"Its warm in here isn't it?" she nodded at him. He opened the window and let a cool breeze flow in. he dimmed the candles and the fire before lying on the couch to sleep. She looked at him, he had been lying with her since the first night she came to his house.

'Something wrong?" she asked him.

"No. why?"

"Why are you sleeping over there?"

"Well, if you are getting a divorce, you will eventually have to sleep alone right?"

"I guess."

"Well, you should get used to it." he lay back down on the couch. His words cut through her heart. She knew she would have to get used to it. He didn't have to tell her that. But tonight, well tonight she just didn't want to be alone.

"Oh, alright." she said, her voice cracked, letting on that she was on the verge of crying. He heard that and felt a twinge in his heart. He didn't want to sleep on the couch; he wanted to lay with her, hold her. But unfortunately it wouldn't stop there for him. He wanted to make love to her in the worst way. He wanted to smell her skin, taste it. His groin stirred with these thoughts, and he tried to push them to the back of his mind. The sound of the wind blowing through the open window was interrupted by soft sniffles coming from the region of his bed. She was crying. He tried to lay there and go to sleep, but he just couldn't listen to her cry and not go to her. He stood up and walked to the bed, sitting on the opposite end.

"You okay?"

"Fine." she sniffed.

"What's the matter, you still aren't thinking of him are you?"

"No"

"Then what?"

"Its nothing." she said again, clearing her voice. "I just have to get used to it, you are right."

"I didn't say it to be mean. I just can't lay with you tonight."

"Why?" she wept again.

"It's complicated."

"Ok." she said, turning her back to him and laying down.

He felt awful. His stomach was churning and his heart felt like someone was sitting on it. He heard her tears falling softly. Sighing, he touched her forearm.

"It's not what you think." he told her. "It's me. I'm not sure what I am feeling."

She sat back up and looked at him with teary eyes.

"I know that kiss didn't mean anything to you, but I felt something, and it scared me." he admitted to her. "If I sleep next to you, well, I don't know how I would react. Does that make sense?" She nodded.

"Alright, are you okay?" she nodded. He stood up and started back towards the couch.

"Draco."

He looked back and in a flash she stood up and ran towards him. She pushed her lips against his, falling softly into his arms.