Hermione growled as she pulled her cell phone out of her too small jacket pocket. She quickly dialed Ron's number, "are you ready yet?" She listened to the mumbled reply, "dam you're slow, I'm going to say 'hi' to Mom." She closed the flip phone. She started up her sleek black El Camino, and grinned as it rumbled to life, and pulled out of her driveway.
She glided down the streets to Ron's house, getting there in less than fifteen minutes, pulled into parking spot and shut off the engine. She pulled herself out of the car and walked up to the door. Raised a hand to knock, when the door whooshed open, and there stood Mrs. Weasley beaming, the quiet before the storm Hermione thought. Mrs. Weasley pulled her into the house and into a crushing hug; "you should stop by more often dear!" She said as she plopped Hermione back on the ground.
Hermione smiled quietly and asked, "Is Ron ready yet?"
"I'm not sure, let me check. RONALD HURRY IT UP! HERMIONE'S WAITING!" Mrs. Weasley yelled before make her way up to the second floor. Ron yelled something back, but Hermione missed whatever it was he said because she saw a flash of clothing dash past the doorway. Hermione shook her head, and yelled, "I'll be out side, Ron."
Hermione stepped outside and took a deep breath of the cool night air. Then headed for her El Camino, she went around the back, to the driver's side door. She opened the door and grabbed her lighter from the dashboard, and a fished cigarette out of the glove box. She walked to the tailgate and pulled her self up on the corner, lit her cigarette and inhaled deeply. "You know what'll happen if her find you in there?" She asked the lumped that had appeared under the blanket.
Ginny sighed and sat up, "How'd you know I was there?"
"Saw you run past the doorway headed for the kitchen door. Also noticed there was more weight on the wheels in the back, and that there was an unusual lump under the blanket."
"What now?" She asked.
"I don't care if you come with us, just don't let Ron see you, and when its time to go you better be in the car or we'll leave without you." Hermione noticed Ginny's green Flogging Molly shirt and her small black skirt, and raised an eyebrow. "If he is there I want you stay away from him, as far as possible, you got it?" She watched as Ginny nodded quietly, Hermione took another drag of her cigarette before grinding it into the ground. "You better hide before Ron gets out here."
Hermione jumped off the tailgate, got in and started up the engine. She honked twice before Ron came barreling out the door; he jumped in and slammed the door behind him. "Hang on a sec." she said, before jumping out and pulling the leaver forward, nearly smashing Ron's head into the window. She grabbed the pillow from behind the seat and threw it under the blanket in the back.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Ron snapped, "none of your fucking business," she snapped back. She looked at her watch; "shit we're late."
She shifted out of park and took off down the street. Neither of them said a thing till they reached the club, "I'll get us in, okay?'' said Ron.
"Yea, go ahead." She said as she parked, grabbed another smoke and lit it. Ron pulled himself out of the car and headed over to the line. Hermione got out and sat on the tailgate again. "If you need anything when we're in there, just let me know, okay?" She said to Ginny.
She got out of the back of the truck, "yea, thanks 'mione." Ginny said quietly and kissed Hermione on the cheek then looked away, avoiding eye contact. Shocked; Hermione didn't say anything as a sudden rush of emotions swirled up and threaten to eat her alive, emotions she thought she had locked away long ago. She took a deep drag of the cigarette hoping it would calm her nerves, it did temporarily.
Ron waved from the doorway; I grabbed Ginny's hand ignoring the zap of electricity between us and dragged her behind me to the door that Ron just ducked into. Once we got in the door, I pointed to a dark corner across from the dance floor, "we're always up there, so once your git of a brother has had a few drinks come join us he won't even remember you were there if you want. She nodded and I let go of her hand, she headed to the dance floor as I went to the bar.
I grabbed a chair at the counter and waited for the bartender to come around to this side, she ignored the guy next to her checking her out an trying to get a look down her low-cut shirt. "Did it hurt, when you fell from heaven?" Asked the forty-year-old-married-man.
I rolled my eyes at the ancient pick-up line and turned to him gave him a go drop-dead look. He shrunk under the death-glare and disappeared quickly, I turned my attention back to the bar ignoring his retreating form.
The bartender came around, noticed Hermione then asked for her drink, "vodka" she said, and his eye brows rose questioningly she ignored him. She grabbed the glass once he set it down, then headed for the stairs. Which meant that she had to through the mob on the dance floor, she sighed, drank the vodka then placed the empty cup on a table she passed.
She stepped out onto the dance floor, letting the beat of the music take over, they steady pulse matched her heartbeat perfectly. She shut out all thoughts and feelings and just let her body and the music control what she was doing. The colored strobe lights flashed in every direction never staying on the same spot.
She was dancing by herself, putting all her emotions into her movements, when she felt sudden warmth at her back. A small pale hand, snaked its way around her stomach giving the person balance as she grinded into Hermione's body. Somehow that presences was relaxing, Hermione let her self go as she moved sensually with the girl behind her. They moved almost as one body, the heat rose from the girl behind her and Hermione ignored the fact that her body responded just the same. The other dancers seemed to melt away as did the music, they danced to the beatings of their hearts. Hermione turned to be closer to the one grinding into her, she found herself face to face with a green eyed beauty.