A/N - Last chapter, end of song... first completed fic in the space of two days. Wow. Right. Read. Now. :p I know why Ami doesn't want to. ;)
DISCLAIMER - I don't own the Potterverse, so no suey!
Chapter Three:
"Nothing, why?" Hermione said, pulling a speaker out of her ear.
"You wanna come clubbing with me, Fred, Harry and Ron? Ginny's coming too," George said, looking at her.
"Um… yeah, go on then," Hermione said, scrutinising her nails. "Should be fun,"
"See ya later then kiddos," they said, turning around and meeting Harry and Ron, ready to play two on two Quidditch.
"Gin?"
"Hmm?"
"What am I gonna wear? I haven't got many clubby clothes," Hermione said, diving into her suitcase. "I could wear that I suppose," she said, holding up a black and red tutu frill skirt. "I wonder if I packed the top," she muttered, digging through it again.
Seven o' clock that night, Hermione stood in front of the full length mirror, casting a spell to tie up the laces on her corset style top.
"Hermione! You ready?"
"Just a sec!" she said, running her hands through her newly dyed black and red hair, and grabbing her purse. She walked towards the door, shaking her fringe out of her eyes. She watched as Ron's eyes popped out of his head.
"Ron, if I look good enough to make your eyes pop out of your head when I know you've been screwing Harry, then I must look sexy," she grinned, trying not to giggle as Ron started to act like a goldfish.
"I'm… I'm…"
"Oh, stop it. I know for a fact what you've been doing behind your door," Hermione said, walking past him and down the stairs. "Are we going or what?" she said, walking into the living room.
"Oh, yeah." Ginny said, looking up. "Love the look Herms,"
"Love yours too," she said, looking at Ginny's black and purple hair.
"I know about the hair. I think it looks cool, but I'd much rather have done it blue,"
"Well, why didn't you?" Hermione said, pressing play on her iPod and sticking the speaker into her ear.
Hey, how long till the music drowns you out?
Don't put words up in my mouth,
I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Hey, how long till you face what's going on?
Cause you really got it wrong,
I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Hey, how long till you look at your own life,
Instead of looking into mine,
I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Hey, how long till you're leaving me alone,
Don't you got somewhere to go?
I didn't steal your boyfriend,
"Hermione? Are you listening?"
"No," Hermione answered, pressing pause on her iPod. "Are we going now?"
"Yeah, we're Apparating," Fred answered.
"About bloody time," she said, getting up. She moved to the centre of the room, and spun on the spot, immediately landing outside a nightclub called, "The Dead Man's Chest".
"Isn't there a film with this name?" she asked Ginny, who appeared next.
"Yeah. Orlando Bloom's in it. He's so fit…" Ginny answered, grinning.
"Of course he is," Harry said, landing next to them. "Now, are we going dancing or not?" he said, pulling out a sickle and handing it to the bouncer. Ginny and Hermione followed suit, Ron, Fred and George landing moments after they'd gone in.
"You kids alright?" Fred said, walking up to the bar, where Ginny and Hermione were sipping a beer.
"We ain't kids,"
"We're… GOTHS!" Ginny said, falling about laughing.
"Oh, God. What've you had now?"
"Nothing. I just find that insanely funny," she said, getting back up and taking a gulp of her beer.
"Right, Fred. I love this song. You're coming to dance with me." Hermione said, setting her beer down on the side.
"Oh, fine. You're too bloody pushy, you know that?" Fred said, allowing himself to be led to the dance floor.
"Yep, which is why you love me," she smirked, dancing to the song.
"Of course," he said, dancing along with her.
Hermione and Fred were backed up against the wall. Kissing feverishly. She grabbed hold of his leather jacket, while he had his hands on the wall by her head, using it for support. Hermione didn't care what people thought. She just wanted to dance and snog. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to do either of them.
"YOU BITCH!" Angelina shouted, pulling Fred away from Hermione and giving her a slap. "You know I went out with him!"
"Yeah, so? It's not like you're going out with him now, is it?" she said, smirking slightly. Her slap hadn't even hurt.
"And how do you know that? Do you have proof that we aren't still going out?"
"Well, because if you were, I wouldn't be smirking. I'd be fighting."
"Just 'cause you stole my boyfriend doesn't mean-"
"For the last time! I. Didn't. Steal. Your. Boyfriend."
"Yes, you did, you whore. I hate you," she said, slapping her one more time and then walking away.
"Bitch," Hermione muttered under her breath.
"Ignore her, just carry on what we were doing," Fred whispered in her ear, resting his hand on her hip. Hermione smiled. She knew what was happening tonight.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ha,
Whoa, I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ha,
Whoa, I didn't steal your boyfriend.
end
A/N - Hee hee. I know I had you worried Ami. OK, read and review. Spread the loff and all that kinda stuff. Thanks for reading. Look out for more fics/song fics by me. :D