Seeds of Seduction
Chapter 3: First Meeting
Hermione ran to the door, opened it and came face to face to a breathless Albus Dumbledore.
"Hermione," wheezed Dumbledore, "Snape knows where Malfoy is. He's downstairs. Now's the time for the mission to start."
"I'll pack your things," called Ginny as Hermione ran down the hall and into Dumbledore's office.
"Miss Granger," said Professor Snape quickly as Hermione slammed the door shut and cast a spell around the walls so no one could eavesdrop.
"What is it?" asked Hermione urgently.
"Draco is at a bar called Glowstick," said Snape quickly, "He went to get a few drinks and watch some of the girls dance. Tonight is when you can bag Draco; there is a bachlorette's auction tonight."
"Yes sir," said Hermione hastily as she left the room and ran back upstairs into Harry's room.
"Here Hermione," said Ginny as she thrust a bag into Hermione's arms. "Take this. I'm coming to the bar with you tonight. It has everything you need. Let's go."
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Hermione looked around her as she apparated into the bar called Glowstick. She wrinkled her eyes as she surveyed the area. From the entrance's point of view there was a huge dance floor in the center. Strobe lights hung from the ceiling and cast different colored lights over the bar. Behind the dance floor was a bar. Two bartenders were serving the customers who were sitting on round wooden stools. On shelves behind the men were different colored bottles of many shapes and sizes. Next to the bar was a huge stage with poles in the front.
Hermione swallowed hard as she ran behind Ginny to the backstage which was full of girls dressed in super revealing outfits. No one noticed the addition to the crowd of girls. Hermione unzipped the bag and pulled out an extremely short, extremely tight black leather skirt. She quickly threw it on along with an extremely low cut bright red halter. Ginny quickly ringed Hermione's eyes with heavy black mascara and bright red lipstick. Hermione waved her wand and cast a curling charm on her hair.
"Well," said Hermione surveying herself, "Guess I look like a hooker now. What do you think Ginny?"
"Here," said Ginny breathlessly holding out Hermione's wand which was shrunk to the size of a needle. "Stick it in your skirt. You can grab it if something happens."
"Be careful Hermione," whispered Ginny leaning forward and hugging Hermione feeling tears prick her eyes.. Hermione hugged her back and patted her back reassuringly.
"Excuse me," said a snooty voice behind them, "Who are you?"
"I'm one of the performers," said Hermione innocently as threw her hair over her shoulder.
"Name?" asked the man.
"Hermione," said Hermione.
"You are not on here," said the man, "Get out."
"Wait," said Hermione as she glided slowly over to the man swinging her hips more than usual.
"But can't you just add me to the list," whispered Hermione as she ran a finger up his hairless chest. She ran her other hand down his back.
The man swallowed hard. "I can, but"
"Great!" exclaimed Hermione. 'I'll see you on the stage," she winked as she walked onto the steps leading to the stage his hips swaying more than usual.
Ginny smirked as she bit back her laughter. She left the dressing room quickly and walked until she as facing the stage. Looking around her furtively and when she was sure no one was watching her, she quickly cast a darkness spell just above the stage. As a result, Draco would not be able to see Hermione's face. She knew that he would never bid on Hermione if he saw that it was she. Slowly, the music died down and the crowd on the dance floor dispersed.
"Ladies and gentlemen," boomed a loud voice from the speakerphone, "Let me introduce you to the annual Bachlorette's auction. We shall see 15 stunningly sensual girls dance and during the dance they will be up for bidding. Simply go to the table next to the stage and tell your price for the girl of your choice to the bartender. The girls will be announced by number and not by name. Men, you may have them for one night and tomorrow afternoon only. All proceeds will go to Saint Mungoes. Let the auction begin!"
The crowd, mostly the men, gathered around the stage. Draco pushed away his firewhisky and watched in interest as 15 women dressed in short skirts and revealing shirts march onto the stage. Draco's eyes grew wide as the music slowly began playing.
"Merlin," he mumbled as his eyes fell upon a girl dressed in a very short leather skirt and a revealing red halter.
He pants began to tighten as the beginning notes of the music blared out from the speakerphones on either side of the stage.
Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm fallin'
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm lovin' it
Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now
He watched as the girl he had noticed a few seconds before move her hips and spread her legs apart. He moaned internally as he watched her long hands press down her wealthy and heaving chest.
That was enough for Draco. He stood up and walked haphazardly towards the bidding table.
"Hey," slurred Draco leaning against the stage, "I wanna put 500 galleons on that chick with the number 15."
"Sure thing," said the man as he yelled out, "500 for number 15."
Draco returned his hungry eyes towards the stage as he saw number 15 walk up to a pole and twirl gracefully around it. He groaned loudly as he watched her wrap her long legs around the steel pole and arch backwards against the long metal "stick."
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic
Hermione smirked as she saw Draco's stare towards her. To tell the truth, Hermione was enjoying every bit of her dance. She wiggled her hips and ran her hands down her neck, through the valley oh her chest, and down her exposed thighs. She laughed as she watched Draco groan and run a hand through his hair. Just watching Draco squirm made the danger worth everything.
It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil cup
Slowly
It's taking over me
Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
Draco groaned once more as the stunning sensuous girl on the stage grabbed a bottle of fire whisky from the bartender, open the bottle and empty the entire contents over her head. He simply gaped as he watched the small clear droplets run in a small stream down her neck and then separated into many smaller paths. He felt lust building through him as he saw small droplets fall over her firm breasts and onto her flat stomach.
He cringed his neck trying to catch a glimpse of this gorgeous creature that stood before him. But because of the spell, all he saw was a curtain of darkness surrounding her face. He frowned suspiciously but as he looked at the other he couldn't see any of their faces. He grabbed a vial of fire whisky and downed it in one gulp and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He could feel the lower part of his body throbbing as he prayed for the song to finish so he could grab this creature in front of him. Every second of watching the girls seemed like an eternity to him.
Hermione threw her entire body and soul into the last part of the dance. She closed as her eyes as she moved her body in time to the music.
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I'm ready now
And Draco was very ready too. He sighed as the song ended as the girls lined up in one straight line in number order.
"Wow," said the announcer, "Wasn't that sensual? Didn't that just light your fire? And here are the winners for these gorgeous and sexy ladies!"
"NUMBER 1?" he yelled, "WE HAVE NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!"
Draco burst out laughing as the pudgy man from Hogwarts pushed his way up and gathered his prize in his arms and carried her away. Draco howled as he noticed the revolted and disappointed look on the girl's face. Draco tapped his foot impatiently as the announcer went through the numbers one by one. Cursing, he grabbed a rather big glass of fire whisky and watched at the crowd thinned down. Soon only Draco and a few other men remained in front of the stage. Finally his turn came.
"AND FOR NUMBER 15," announced the man, "WE HAVE DRACO MALFOY!"
Hermione closed her eyes and clenched her hands in fists as she breathed a sigh of relief. The first part of her plan had gone well. Now all she had to do was seduce him and get him to reveal their plans. But she knew that it would be hard.
Draco's eyes filled with lust as he watched number fifteen walk down the steps her hips swaying tantalizingly. He watched hungrily as her long light brown hair waved serenely behind her as she walked down the long flight of stairs. He crinkled his nose; he was sure he had seen this girl somewhere.
"She reminds me of," he thought but then shook his head, 'She can't be."
Draco took another gulp of his fire whisky and he walked towards the girl. Just as she started to turn around, a group of 10 men passed him obscuring his view.
"Fuck," swore Draco as his sight of his girl vanished.
Hermione stopped as the posse of men blocked her view of Draco. She could tell that she was only 3 feet away from him. She threw her hair over one shoulder, stuck her right leg out to the side, and pursed her lips seductively at Draco as she waited for the crowd to pass by.
Draco huffed as they finally walked by. He looked eagerly towards the girl standing in front of him with a smile on his face. The split second after he saw her, his smile vanished.
His glass fell from his limp fingers and shattered on the floor into a million pieces.
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