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Ginny was the first girl to notice McGonagall approaching the girls. "Guys, McGonagall's coming!"
Hermione took the opportunity for one last spin around the pole "She probably wants to fill us in on who we will be performing for." She stated plainly, not feeling as excited about this arrangement as the other girls appeared to be. She followed Ginny's example of pausing her dancing in respect for the boss.
The rest of the girls followed suit, anxious to hear some clarification as to how the night was going to play out.
McGonagall appreciated Hermione's observation skills, saving her the trouble of having to explain more than she could handle. Knowing this allowed her growing frustration to subside for the time being. "That's correct, Hermione. I wanted to let you girls you know that the men who you'll be entertaining tonight are wanting to be surprised with who their entertainer will be. So you girls get to pick!" McGonagall informed the girls, beginning to beam as she took in the girls' excitement at this information.
"Well, I call Draco! I can just tell he prefers brunettes!" Pansy squealed, expecting no one to challenge her.
McGonagall couldn't resist an eye roll, these girls had absolutely no clue what kind of man the Malfoy was.
Hermione groaned as she too rolled her eyes at Pansy's self-obsessiveness. "Pansy, please. I'm brunette too, remember?" She stated in monotone.
"Why don't we just put our bows in one of our shoes? That seems fair, right McGonagall?" Ginny interrupted, attempting to keep an outright war stalled. Her bright brown eyes met McGonagall's green ones in an attempt for approval.
Luna nodded in response, agreeing with Ginny's attempt to keep the peace "I think that would be fair." She murmured.
Hermione and Pansy nodded in unity as they searched themselves for a loose bow to pull off of their outfits.
Luna frowned as she struggled to remove one of her pink bows, she hated having to ruin such a great outfit. "Aw, this was my favorite!" Luna pouted as she handed McGonagall her pink bow.
"Here Madam, you can use my boot." Ginny offered, handing her green bow over to McGonagall along with her black boot.
McGonagall nodded in thanks as she accepted Hermione's blue bow last. "The blue will be Draco Malfoy, yellow for Harry Potter, green for Gregory Goyle, and pink for Neville Longbottom".
"Longbottom huh?" Pansy plucked at her lips thoughtfully as she handed McGonagall her yellow bow. "I wouldn't mind bagging a Longbottom, but I still call dibs on Malfoy."
"You've had the father one time before Pig, give someone else a turn!" Luna protested.
"Hmm, maybe they'd even be down for a threesome when they get tired of you guys!" Pansy wondered out loud, aiming to get as far beneath the other girls skin as she could possibly get.
The rest of the girls burst into booming laughter at Pansy's absurd fantasy.
Ginny snorted. "Pansy, you wish you would ever get that far with those two!"
"Well, I guess I could settle with just the Longbottom if Draco is unavailable. He's hot but he's a complete prude. Word on the street he's...err...innocent," Pansy's eyes took on a predatory gleam. "Isn't that cute?"
Hermione cringed, Pansy knew no boundaries as she continued to spill the enigmas on the rest of the hot shots.
"The Goyle guy can only be described as lazy, we were classmates in high school so I wouldn't go there," she accessed as she studied her French tip nails, losing her previous excitement just thinking about the bum. "He's the type to fall asleep while you're giving him a lap dance..."
"If you really knew that Malfoy, you'd know he'd never associate with someone that's a freak of nature! Hell, if any of those guys knew you like you know them, none of them would associate with you!" Luna shot back playfully as Hermione closed her eyes and reached down into the Ginny's boot that McGonagall presented in front of her.
"I hope you don't have any foot fungus, Ginny!" She joked, trying her best to hide her own anxiety as she shuffled through the soft bows, not wanting to pick up the first one she touched. She finally stopped on one, slowly bringing the bow into the light, she then took a deep breath.
Hermione finally opened her eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief, and at the very least she knew he would be attractive. She clenched her bow tightly, attempting to keep the man she would be entertaining for the night a secret.
Apparently each girl had their thoughts in sync with her because they all followed her example.
Pansy was next, she greedily shuffled through the boot, hurriedly choosing a bow. She turned her back to everyone as soon as she got ahold of a bow. She groaned, earning snickers from each of the girls as McGonagall made her way to Luna next.
Luna's eyed darted across the room as she reached into the boot for her bow. She already made up her mind to try to keep an open mind about the man she would be entertaining tonight. She decided to keep the pattern of keeping their pick a secret. "Interesting…" she murmured out loud as she studied the bow she had picked in her cupped hands.
Ginny was last to pick, she decided to do things a little differently, seeing there was only one bow left in her boot. She simply peeked inside the boot, "What a drag…" she muttered to herself as she shrugged the discovery off.
"Someone needs to switch with me! I swear to God if no one switches with me, I'm gonna lose it!" Pansy shouted in pure outrage.
"Pansy, if you don't quiet down I'll make you dance with duct tape on your mouth!" McGonagall shouted back, Pansy was testing her patience for sure tonight.
Pansy bit the inside of her left cheek to refrain from saying anymore, McGonagall was the only woman who she was truly afraid of.
Luna Lovegood tucked her tongue between her teeth, releasing a loud and drawn out sigh. Her temper was wearing on a thin string, but she managed a smile as stiff as it made her face feel.
Purposefully adjusting her bust in the black leather bra that housed the plump, pale roundness of it, she edged a little closer. His cologne was the first thing that her brain registered. It carried a very subtle, musky and earthy scent that momentarily left her light-headed and giddy.
She rested a tentative hand against his leg and felt the heat of his skin seeping through his jeans and into her chest. Her reaction to it was startling enough to be disconcerting and she retracted her hand as if she'd been stung. An eerie, fluttery feeling started to build in her stomach, stirring it into an abyss.
God, why did he have to be so infuriatingly good looking?
She self-consciously tuck a few loose, dirty blonde strands of hair behind her ears and cleared her throat.
The man didn't stir and honestly she would've felt better had he scooted away from her. Because that would mean he held some semblance of regard for her presence.
No one had ever managed to frustrate and humiliate her without having had said something to her before. Not until now.
His indifference unnerved her. He unnerved her. That damn book he was reading unnerved her. Who takes reading material to a Strip Club?
A nerd.
That was what her client was.
Neville Longbottom.
She should have felt comforted by the fact that he'd shown very little interest in her company since she settled herself beside him. After all, at the end of the night she'd collect her cut of a hefty sum without having to explicitly flaunt herself or grind up and down a pole.
She had done her fair share of it for the night and could still feel the imprint of the cold steel against her thighs, inner thigh, her back, between the delta of her breasts and everywhere else. So much so, that she felt like invisible ice-packs were tied to those areas.
But there was something about Neville's indifference that sent the aforementioned pros into a free fall until it eventually seemed like cons. For a girl who didn't like to be the center of attention, she couldn't understand why being ignored by the damn man bothered her so much.
"What are you reading?" she purred, but it came out rather strangled, not sensual and husky, like she had intended.
This time his dark blue orbs stopped short of skimming across a page. For a second or two Luna thought he looked to be gearing up to respond but then he flipped the page and his eyes began their route across the printed text, row by row again. She knew then, that he had simply stopped in thought, perhaps pondering on something he had read.
She suppressed the urge to growl and swallowed a nasty comment. "Do you come here often?"
It was not until seconds after the words left her mouth that she realized how much of an epic fail they'd been. What kind of question was that? Of course he didn't. She would've remembered a face as breathtaking as his, heck she would have had that pretty face eating out of the palms of her hands by now.
She was a go-getter, if she wanted something, she usually got it. And right now, she wanted his undivided attention.
"Am I making you nervous Longbottom?" she lowered her lips to his ear, careful to make her breath tickle the shell of it. She knew from numerous encounters with the opposite sex that the ear was rather erogenous.
His shoulders took on a barely noticeable squared edge but she smirked at her mini victory nonetheless.
"I don't see why else you'd be behaving this shyly," Luna taunted and made a bold move to close his book, marveling at how easily she dispossessed him.
A flood of color splashed against the white of his high cheekbones and she found her tongue sticking to the roof of her suddenly dry lips. It was an utterly adorable look on him, like a child who got caught in his own deception.
"Would you like me to dance for you?" she ran her hand across the broad expanse of his chest, her silvery blue eyes widening as she felt the hammering of his heart and the shimmer of shiver that ran through him.
He wasn't immune to her after all, she mused.
"No," he answered in a self-assured, honey-dipped baritone. "That won't be necessary," he peeled her hand away from his chest with his thumb and index holding her tiny wrist like it carried the plague.
He had unusually soft hands, the blonde noted.
"Then what purpose do I serve?" she arched a brow at him, not able to comprehend why she wasn't rejoicing that this would be an easy gig. "You're not paying me to just sit around, are you?"
He closed his eyes briefly and she was released from the spell they had casted upon her for the few seconds he actually kept them shut.
"I'm not paying you at all," he told her flatly.
Luna gaped, a little taken aback but before she could open her mouth, he was speaking again and pointing in the direction of Malfoy Draco, who had his hands full...literally...of Hermione's behind.
The brunette slapped his hand away, brown eyes glowing amber as she readied herself for the kill.
"I wouldn't waste my hard earned money on the company of a woman," Neville told her candidly.
Involuntarily her palms closed into fists. "You sound like a miser, I'd hate to be your girlfriend," she managed a laugh, but that was only because McGonagall had stuck her head inside the room.
When their gaze locked, a frown creased the older woman's brows. Luna shrugged her shoulders and pointed at the now discarded book.
It was entitled 'The Science of Politics'
McGonagall cringed and retreated.
"Frankly, I don't date strippers."
Her face fell.
"I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly, fumbling over his words and she couldn't help the smirk that curved her lips. "I just don't believe women should come with a price tag."
She nodded in understanding. "Then why come here if the thought of paid-for company repulsed you?"
He heaved a sigh and rolled his shoulders, "I recently got a promotion and..."
"Well that's great, congratulations!" she cut him off excitedly, face palming herself afterwards. Her desire to keep the conversation flowing between them was leading her to make a fool out of herself. "I mean...your buddy took you out to celebrate, that's hip."
Cue the dismal black clouds and let them shower her in shame. Who the fuck says 'that's hip' these days?
He didn't seem to have picked up on her slip up of actual twenty-first century vocabulary and for that she was grateful. Why the hell was she getting so tongue-tied?
Neville sighed again, blue eyes locking unto her jaded ones as if they were dead bolted there. "If you knew why they paid you to keep me company then I'm certain you'd beg to differ too."