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Hermione

Hermione had never felt so alive before. Her heart was racing. Her pulse seamed to match the beat of the music. She just let all her worries float away and danced her heart out.

She had come to the club with her neighbour Kelly. They had been friends when they were little. Hermione's mum had been complaining about the amount of time Hermione spent reading. So when Kelly asked her if she had wanted to go out she had agreed, even if it was only to keep her mum off of her back. She had never excepted to have so much fun and yet here she was.

Hermione couldn't hold back a smile when she thought about all the guy's that had tried to tame her. They wanted to dance with her, have her all to themselves. They couldn't see that she just wanted to dance solo. She wanted to dance until she couldn't move another muscle.

She threw her hands into the air and let her body do all the work. It must have been a while since Kelly left, but she just didn't care. This was her floor, nobody to tell her she wasn't doing it right, nobody coming up and asking her if she was Harry Potter's friend, no Ron watching her every step. Just her and the floor!

She was dancing solo when she felt somebody put their hands on her waist. Not another one. She just wanted to be alone, but she had given the other ones a chance to show what they were made of, so Hermione being who she was, would given this one a chance to.

She slowly put her hands on top of his. They were cold, but soon warmed under her touch. She felt his grip tighten as he pulled her up against his chest.

Wow, he didn't move that badly. Maybe she had found somebody that could feel the music like her. They danced well together; it felt like the dance floor was empty apart from them. Hermione wouldn't be able to tell you what any of the other guys had felt like, but she could this one. She could tell you that he was strong and had a great six pack. She could tell you that he had fair skin and that his breath tickled her ear.

The beat of the music changed and she went with it. She ran her hands down his sides and bent her knees. She was so close to him that she could feel every little thing. She shimmied back up his body.

Oh Merlin, had she aroused him a little. She grinded her ass against his groin, he tensed and sucked in a sharp breathe of air, and she knew that she had aroused him.

At last somebody I can have fun with! She thought.

She was floating, she had to be, there was no way her feet could still be on the floor, not when she felt like this. He moved his head closer and she could feel his breathe on her check. She closed her eyes.

And then she heard it.

"Granger you should be more careful who you dance with." Came a cold whisper.

Her breath stopped in her throat.

Draco Malfoy

It couldn't be. But she knew it was. There was nobody else that that voice could belong to.

The music may still have been playing but Hermione could no longer hear it. She could no longer fell that beat thumping through her body. She no longer felt carefree and happy. No, she felt cold and lost. Hurt. Why do things like this always have to happen to me? Why can't I just have fun and not let it be ruined by some kinda ferret boy?

His hands left her side and she hated herself for missing them.

She didn't want to turn around, didn't want to face who she knew was standing behind her. But she did because the Gryffindor courage wouldn't let her do anything else, not to mention her pride.

So slowly she turned to face her arch enemy.

He wore dark denim jeans and a dark shirt that had some kinda gold pattern on it. The top two buttons were undone allowing her to see his strong but silky throat. She cursed herself for noticing.

This is stupid, she had to say something!

"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?" she demanded, pleased with how steady her voice was.

"I could have sworn that was my question, mudblood." He said smirking. "I would have thought you would be at home with your precious books."

Merlin knows, she wished she was.

"Draco?" Crabbe's voice came from behind her.

She turned to not only find Crabbe but Goyle too. She didn't know why she was surprised. Malfoy never went anywhere without his two lap dogs!

"Look its Granger, the mudblood!" Goyle shouted cheerfully.

Everybody who was dancing near them turned and started to stare. Hermione turned angrily to Malfoy.

"Will you and your…" she turned to look at Malfoy's two loyal followers. "Friends not use that kind of talk as we are in the middle of an ordinary night club!"

Malfoy opened his mouth to shot something back at her when Kelly pulled up next to Hermione on the dance floor.

"hey." Her friend said to her before turning to the ferret. "Are you going to introduce us?"

No, Hermione thought, I'm not going to introduce you. She wasn't going to let her friend start talking to this piece of filth. So instead she looked down at her shoes. For a number on minutes nobody moved or said a thing. Her head shot up as she heard Goyle and Crabbe start to laugh.

"Shut up." She growled at them.

"You shut up mudblood." Crabbe shot back.

"Yeah, because if you don't I'm sure we could find a way to make you. Then we would play a little with your muggle friend." Goyle said taking a step closer.

Hermione was about to tell them where to get off when Malfoy spoke.

"Crabbe, Goyle go find me a table." When they didn't move he snapped. "Now!"

They both turned and fled the floor to do Malfoy's bidding. Hermione wished she could follow them. Even if it was just to get way from the ferret.

"Granger, I suggest you stick to what you know and leave the rest to us." Malfoy said.

"And what is the supposed to mean?"

"Books are best suited to you." He said with a smirk, before turning to Kelly. "But your friend on the other hand…"

He let the sentence hang but she knew what he meant. It was all too much, to fall from such a dancing high to this, To have Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy all taking pot shots at her. Acting like they are still in Hogwarts and not in the middle of a club. The tears stung at the back of her eyes. She knew she should have never come here.

"Bite me!" she said before storming off the dance floor and out of the club as fast as her legs would let her. Merlin knows, what happened to Kelly. She didn't look back to find out. She just kept going. Getting away from him!

As the days passed, the arrival of the new school year got closer and closer. It was to be her last year at Hogwarts. She couldn't wait to get back to the place that had become so much a part of her life.

Kelly had turned up on her doorstep an hour after Hermione had gotten home that night. She told Hermione that she was sorry about what had happened. She kept asking questions that Hermione could not answer. Not because she didn't know the answer but because she didn't like it.

How could she be attracted to such a dick? Why could she not forget about those moments in his arms before he had ruined it all? Why was she unable to forget him!

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