Drastic measures
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M-rating for lemons and language.
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From a distance, the wizarding club Omnium was easily recognizable with its dark grey façade and twirling projecting lights that spun around in random patterns. Seamus and Dean had capitalized on their party-making skills after the war and had opened a huge bar/nightclub/strip club/lounge. Each had a different floor, the bar was on the ground floor and the roof top lounge was the highest up. Each level had another degree of exclusivity to it and another degree of pricy entry fee. There were four cues to the club and a lot of people trying to get in past the cues by saying random things like "I know the owner" and "Do you have any idea who I am, dude?"
Theo steered the four of them through the large throng of people outside the club, kissed two of the bouncers on their cheeks and went easily inside without a pause. Theo could hear someone asking why they were allowed in when no one else was. The bouncers merely stonewalled the person.
They went to the four lifts in the rather ordinary entry way. Each one had access to all four floors but cleverly, the lifts recognized what floor you were allowed to visit by the bouncers placing an interesting little enchantment on everyone entering. If you then wanted to get to the next level, you had to get in an 'internal' line inside the level you were on. Unsurprisingly, the roof top lounge was by far the most popular and the place where most people were rejected, but also the most expensive with an entry fee of no less than twenty galleons per person.
No enchantments had been placed on them however, so they were able to go to all levels if they wanted to. They entered the lift and Theo pressed the button for the third floor. Draco nearly groaned.
"The strip club? Really? You're taking me to a strip club?" The disbelief in his voice was obvious.
Theo answered with a knowing smirk. "Not just any strip club my handsome friend, a very high-end strip club. The women in here are stunning."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "They're still strippers mate."
Theo merely blew him a kiss and shrugged his shoulders and said happily. "We'll see." Draco scowled at him.
The doors opened to reveal a spectacular place. First off, it was huge. There was a large circular stage in the middle of the room with only one stripper pole and plush sofas and armchairs everywhere. All around the room there were booths laden with wizards and witches enjoying their evening. The walls were a soft blue and the carpet and most of the plush furniture was dark grey with accents of silver here and there. The tables were all different kinds of wood and silver twinkling chandeliers hung above them.
Theo took them to the largest booth in the place, directly in the centre of the opposite wall from the entry, where Dean and Seamus was waiting for them.
"Dudes!" Dean roared. "Welcome to Omnium!" He clapped them all on the back and ushered them into the booth. Theo managed it so that Draco sat on one the ends of the curved sofa.
They started drinking, a lot. Theo knew that Draco had to be lathered to not brush off Hermione's advances with his self-sacrificing shite. So they had muggle shots, muggle pints and lots of firewhiskey.
All of them were in on the scheme, except for Draco himself but they didn't know when she'd go on stage. Every time a stunning woman entered through the magical entrance in the floor of the stage, Theo directed Draco's attention to her and each time he merely shrugged and turned his attention back to his mates.
Until that was, when Theo again directed his attention to the stage and he froze completely.
She could see them drinking and with the pace they'd set she knew she shouldn't wait too long, she cursed the men inwardly. She just needed him tipsy, not bloody out cold.
A man approached her, the manager of the strip club and roof top lounge and a friend of hers. "Hermione? Are you underneath all those glamours?" Lee Jordan had grown into a handsome man, he was a great manager for the people working here and a fierce protector of them. "You know, I am breaking about twenty of my own rules letting you go on stage tonight and leaving you alone with him later."
"Oh Lee! Trust me, I wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't so difficult to get through to." She almost wanted to stomp her foot on the floor, stubborn man!
Lee gave her a grin. "Alright then, you can go on now if you want?"
She took a deep breath and nodded. Well, here goes nothing.
Draco was having a good time with his friends, he would do anything for them but he wanted this to last. They were all single and had more than once all acted as each other's wing-man. He knew very well that it couldn't last. He was expected to publicly announce his courtship of Astoria in a month and he was not looking forward to it. He'd been a brooding bastard to his friends since his mother had told him a few weeks earlier. He knew he ought to do as she bid, he had agreed after all but maybe, just maybe there was more to a marriage and a partnership than just a few practised comments and a boring starfish fuck every other week.
Theo once again directed his attention to the newcomer on the stage and he did a double-take. All of the muscles in his body had frozen solid.
No. Surely not.
All of the men around the table was looking rather disinterestedly at the beauty dancing on the stage, even Potter. Didn't he recognize his best female friend writhing on that stage for all the world to see?
She was wearing a bright red dress that matched her lipstick, it had two thigh high slits up each leg and it showed off her toned legs in fetching fish net stockings. Her cleavage was showing and hinted at black lace underneath. Her hair was untamed and lush, he yearned to hold on to those magnificent locks. On her feet she was wearing at least four-inch heels.
She was contorting her lovely body into unimaginable shapes as she danced on and around the stripper pole, she hadn't shed one piece of clothing yet and he was completely captivated.
Was it really her? He wasn't certain, maybe he was just seeing things. And then her gaze burned into his. He'd know those gold-flecked chocolate eyes anywhere. It was her.
He could feel something deep inside him growl ferociously.
He didn't know if it was really her up there in reality or his own starved mind conjuring up a delicious fantasy and he really didn't care, he would take this any day. She was completely and utterly gorgeous.
Suddenly she ripped off her dress and her toned body was on display for him, covered in nothing but lace underwear, a garter belt, fish net stockings and those shoes. She was a mesmerizing sight to behold and he was completely caught in her web. The boys next to him was discussing the merits of red leather vs. black leather on women as they seemed to see a blonde wearing a black leather catsuit that wasn't coming off, she was just dancing provocatively. How strange.
Maybe he really was going crazy.
She was dancing to some muggle music he didn't know but she was all he could see. He didn't dare move a muscle lest she would disappear in a puff of smoke.
Something inside him ground to a complete halt. If what he was seeing was real, then Hermione Granger was a stripper?!
Hermione felt empowered. Draco was completely mesmerized by her and she had no intention of looking at anyone else, she was doing it just for him after all. All of her attention was on him and keeping her balance in these crazy heels, she had been surrounded earlier by three of the most beautiful strippers and they'd tried to teach her as much as they could before the doors were opened. As she twirled around the pole, she could see him following every curve of her body.
She'd been taught this move by the lovely ladies working here, so she got down on her knees and ripped her bra dramatically open in the front as she tossed her head back. From his reaction, he might have gotten a heart attack when she peaked up at him again.
He was in shock. That must be it. That must be the reason that he wasn't currently worshipping the ground she was dancing on or screaming in Potter's face to help her.
When she revealed those edible mounds with perfect rosy peaks and massaged them just a bit roughly with a dazed lustful expression on her face, he was nearly undone, he couldn't take anymore but he couldn't tear himself away. She wasn't planning on showing more though, she was winding the dance down and exited seamlessly into the magical opening at the bottom of the platform.
He exhaled.
Inhaled.
Once.
Twice.
He shook his head. Had he really just seen what he thought he had? He made quick excuses and rushed to bathroom. He paced around the small tiled room in frustration. His steel hard erection should also be dealt with at some point.
He groaned. For fucks sake!
That infuriating woman!
Even if it wasn't her, because according to his friends it most certainly hadn't been her but if it was, then he was fucked.
Royally fucking fucked.
How the hell would he ever be able to agree to a reasonable and boring relationship with Astoria after seeing that? But he knew he didn't deserve her, he was the scum of the earth, nothing more than filth.
That sobered him. He pulled himself together and with a will greater than he'd ever mustered before, he went back to their booth.
"Drake! Mate, I've got you the best birthday present ever! Come with me!" Theo had practically pounced on him as he'd approached the table, he put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him along with him. He looked back at Blaise and Potter, they were grinning like bloody Cheshire cats! He scowled.
Before he could say anything however, he was stuffed into a room without his wand and Theo had obviously locked the door in his face. What now?
She knew that everything hinged on this. She knew she had to play her cards right or he would return to that snarky broody insulting façade he knew best. She could hear him trying to open the door and then taking a seat in one of the plush armchairs in the room with an annoyed huff.
She took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the heavy black velvet curtain.
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