Here it is! Chapter four! I know it's been awhile, but I just started school, so I've been busy. The next one will be hot and steamy…just so you're warned:)
1Memories of Us
Chapter Four
Hermione and Draco ate their food in almost complete silence. Save for a few compliments towards the food. Hermione had chosen to eat the Hard Rock Cafe's 'Homemade Nachos', and Draco had chosen their famous 'ten-ounce burger.' Halfway through their meal, Draco had a question of his own he couldn't hold in anymore.
"So why are you alone in a house so far from the rest of the world?" He looked at Hermione, waiting for her response.
"My grandparents are vacationing in Spain for the summer, and I got roped into house sitting." She popped the last of her nachos into her mouth.
"How about we go somewhere else after this?" Draco asked, finishing off his drink. He could tell she was up to something, and he was determined to find out what it was, even if that meant spending all night on the town.
"Sure. Did you have somewhere in particular in mind?" She took one last sip of her drink, her mouth lingering on the straw.
"Perhaps. Come on." They rose from the table, and Hermione tossed some money and a tip on the table. Knowing the types of places Malfoy likes to hang out at, Hermione thought to herself, I had better not let my guard down; there's no telling what he has up his sleeve.
Within ten minutes, however, Draco and Hermione stood in front of what seemed to be a very normal, very muggle nightclub. Glancing at the name of the establishment in front of which they stood, Hermione laughed.
"Club Mystique? What's so mysterious about it, Malfoy?" she asked, turning to face him.
"You'll see, Granger. Let's go; couples get in free tonight." Placing a hand on Hermione's back, Draco nudged her forward.
Hermione stiffened as she felt Draco's hand on the small of her back. A jolt of something shot up her spine, something she had never felt before. "Since when are we a couple? We hate each other, remember?"
"We're officially a couple for as long as it takes us to get inside. Sound good?"
"Good enough I guess."
Draco couldn't pull his hand off her back if it killed him.. He had felt something tingle up his arm when he placed it there, and now it was as his hand had mind of its own. And that mind wanted to touch other places. Trail his fingers along her jaw, up and down her arms...
But he pulled his hand away nonetheless as soon as they were inside. He shouldn't be feeling this way about her. He hated her for Pete's sake! Didn't he?
Draco watched as Hermione made her way over to the bar. Following her, he jumped up on the stool next to her.
Hermione watched Draco out of the corner of her eye. She was still feeling the sudden cold where his hand had been on her back. Oh, how she wished his hand were still there and other places, too.
But nothing could come between them. They were sworn enemies; they were destined to hate each other for the rest of their lives. Right?
"Max! Two Blue Hearts down here!" Draco yelled, obviously knowing the man behind the bar quite well. As if he had read her mind, Draco turned to Hermione and said, "I come here all the time. Max and I are on a first name basis."
Hermione could only nod her head. Her throat was dry for some reason, and she knew that if she said anything before she took a drink she would sound like she had sucked the helium out of a balloon. 'Max', as Draco had called him, filled two glasses with a bluish liquid and slid them in front of Hermione and Draco.
Picking up the glass, Hermione took a quick sip, the cool, milkshake-like liquid sliding down her throat. She finished off the rest of the drink just as Draco was standing up to dance.
"I'm going out on the dance floor. See you out there." With that, he took off through the crowd and began dancing with a rather shapely blonde woman. Hermione began to feel something strange, something she didn't remember ever feeling. She watched as Draco and the blonde got very close on the floor. Her face grew hot when the two began grinding.
She couldn't watch it any longer. Getting up off the stool, Hermione made her way onto the floor and found a dance partner of her own.
Draco was enjoying himself quite well. The blonde he had been dancing with was named Bambi and was flirting way too much. But he forced himself to sit at the table with her nonetheless.
Draco watched as Hermione and some brown-haired drunk practically made out on the dance floor. He ground his teeth together at the thought of the man kissing Hermione. He knew why. He had done it to himself. The Blue Hearts he had ordered for Hermione and himself were beginning to take effect. He could tell not only because his own emotions were flaring but also because Hermione kept stealing glances at him.
That was what the drink was supposed to do; it let any subconscious feelings the drinker had take over the others.
Once again, Hermione tried to steal a look at him, only this time Draco managed to lock her gaze with his. She stopped moving and just stared, not hiding the fact that she was staring at him.
Before Draco could stop himself, he was standing directly in front of Hermione, one arm wrapping itself around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The contact made him realize that he wanted to hold her like this since he first awoke on her sofa…if not before that.
