A little bit special: Chapter Thirty:
The Singing Cheetah
A while after their fight, Hermione and Draco were still in the kitchen, Mrs. Malfoy had to be escorted to bed. She was mad as hell, scared as hell, she didn't want her son to be anything like his father.
"Hermione, I don't know what's come over me. I don't know why I hurt you and mother." He said, falling into Hermione. "I don't know." He cried. "I'm so sorry." He cried some more.
"It's okay." Hermione said. "Not like it matters much to me, it's not like I sat back and let you beat me." Hermione said comforting him. "And it's more my fault than yours, I egged you on and-" Hermione was saying but was interrupted by Draco.
"No, it's all my fault, I should have controlled my temper." Draco said.
"It doesn't matter, it's in the past now, and that's where we will keep it. It makes no difference who's fault it was, we both got the beat down." Hermione laughed. Draco looked at her and reluctantly chuckled. Blaise walked into the kitchen, he was gobsmacked. Mrs. Malfoy had informed him of what happened.
"Are you guys okay?" Blaise asked looking down at them. Hermione looked up at him, she smiled and said yes. Draco just looked away and focused on a piece of glass. "All right, I'll see you guys later." Blaise said walking out of the kitchen. He couldn't help feeling partly responsible, he walked out of the front door and down the drive to his car, where he got in and left. He knew that him and Draco would have to stop seeing each other, it simply was practical, since Hermione and him were getting married in less than a week. Blaise didn't want to give him up, but he knew it was for the best. Blaise needed to clear his thoughts some more, so he went to the best and his most trusted sanctuary of all. The strip club. The Singing Cheetah is what it was called, yes they fused stripping with music and not the nasty rap music, or whorish pop shit, but actual show tune music. Blaise pulled into the parking lot, got out of his car and walked to the door, like a pimp.
"Good evening Mr. Zabini." Said the bouncer at the door.
"Good-evening Kong." He said walking into the door. Blaise walked straight to the back of the club, his normal spot, five dancers followed him. Well, in my world it would be Mikey, Gerard, Ray, Bob and Frank...but since this belongs to Harry Potter...it's not! Okay back to Blaise getting some dick from the loose ass mother fuckers! "Stick it in my face!" Blaise said to Duke, who was butt naked jabbing his cock at his face. "Just like that Betty!" Blaise said, Duke looked down confused.
"Betty?" Duke asked pulling his cock away from his face.
"Yes, I like to call people Betty. Sorry about that Duke." Blaise apologized. Duke said that it was okay, and he started to dance for Blaise again, he cock was hitting him hard in the face when Sasha started a fight with Bruce.
"I'm next." Sasha said hitting Bruce.
"No, I'm next." Bruce said in a deep husky tone.
"Ladies, ladies, you can both go next." Blaise said moving Dukes cock from his face. Lady, and Sky sat on the couch, they were quietly waiting for their turn to dance for Blaise. He was a great customer.
Mean while...
Harry sat alone in a bar, he had been drinking heavily, since that afternoon. He was singing along with the jukebox, Garth Brooks was playing.
"I got friends in looooow places." He sang taking another drink of his beer. Harry wasn't caring too much when people threw popcorn and nuts at him, he just got louder. Finally the song ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But Harry used his magic and made it play again. Everyone yelled at the jukebox, Harry smiled.
"Bill you've got to fix that thing." One man yelled at the bartender.
"There ain't nothing wrong with it, it's new!" He yelled throwing his hands up in the air.
"My blues away." Harry said. A second later Harry was joined at the bar by a man, a well dressed man in a dark blue suit. He said "hi" to Harry. Harry said "hi" back to him.
"So do you like cock?" Asked the man, after he'd ordered his drink. Harry looked at him, he was seriously thinking about it.
"No." He said. "Do you?" He asked.
"No, I like lamb." Said the man, Harry was more than confused, he looked at the stranger took a deep breath and kept on belting out Garth Brooks!
Meanwhile...
Blaise had numerous lap dances, he was tired, sweaty...and fucked, so he decided to leave his hos, and head home. He kissed his lovely ladies good-bye, gave them a nice tip and left. "Night Kong." He said as he was walking out to his car. Blaise was happily in his car on the way home, when he began to have trouble with his car. "Oh come on what the fuck you dyke." He yelled hitting his steering wheel. Blaise got out of the car, and walked to the front, he attempted to open the hood of the car. But since he was a weirdo he couldn't do it. "Oh this is just perfect." Said Blaise, he walked back to the open car door, he dug around in his bag for his cell phone, as he pulled it out a car pulled up next to him. Blaise watched as the window rolled down.
"Do you need help?" Asked the big black man.
"Oh Kong, um yes, I could use some help." Blaise said.
"I'm not Kong, I'm King, and baby I want your bread." He said getting out of the car, he towered over Blaise who was sitting in the car. Blaise looked more than scared. "Baby I'm gunna butta ur bread." He said.
"Okay." Blaise squeaked.
"Kong get out here and help me with my bread." King said.
"Righty-o- mother fucker." He said in his deep husky voice. Blaise swallowed hard as he was extracted from the car.
"Is this going to hurt?" He squeaked.
"Not much." Said King.
"Oh yeah it is." Said Kong.
"Oh fuck." Said Blaise who was being lead to the back seat of King and Kong's car.
"I'm going to fuck you like your Momma never did." Said King.
Mean while back at the Malfoy Manor...
Hermione and Draco still sat on the floor, Draco was still flung across Hermione's lap, she was stroking his hair. He was deeply relaxed. Hermione had been thinking hard about everything that happened that day, she didn't know how everything got so fucked up, she didn't know what to do. Draco was thinking about it too, he hated himself deeply for how he acted, he never wanted to act like that. He could shoot himself for that slight portal of his father, the man was dead and yet he still slithered into Draco's life. The long silence was finally broken by Hermione.
"Draco, why did everything change?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know." Draco said.
"Will it ever go back to the way it was before?" Hermione asked.
"I don't think so." Draco said, he started to cry.
"That's what I thought!" Hermione said, she's begun to cry too. "Draco, I don't think I can go on this way." Hermione said.
"I don't think I can either. What are we going to do?" Draco asked.
"The only thing I can think of." Hermione said, Draco looked up at her. Hermione was staring straight at the wall.
"Hermione, you don't suggest...we?" Draco asked.
"Yes, I do." Hermione said closing her eyes. Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Well, if you think it's best then, I'll do it." He said opening them again, fresh tears fell down his face.
A/N: Short I know, but oh well. Nothing really to say, well besides thanks for the reviews! I love them, the good and the bad. Oh yeah, and if you spot any mistakes, fix them yourself.