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Summary: You know the plot thus far. Hermione is being beaten and raped by her uncle while her oblivious parents are away, Draco is lonely and his mom keeps to herself. They both find a pen pal, if you may, and they both go to a club at one point, dance, and began a second pen pal-ship. (odd wording I know ) What they don't know is that they are writing two sets of letters to the same people, and that their "friend" is also their used-to-be worst enemy.

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Chapter 4 –

~ last time ~

Draco looked up as Midnight flew into his room, shaking off the powder that Draco had covered him in to make him dark grey. He takes the letter from him and says, "At last I'll be able to see the dancing girl that has bewitched my heart."

… And when the sun rose the next morning, she awoke, but her world was dark …

~~~CHAPTER 4~~~

"What the hell?"

Hermione woke up early Saturday morning, but it was pitch black in her room.

Her uncle had cut off power to the house.

"Bloody bastard, how the fuck am I sup-"

With a sigh Hermione realized that Paul had cut the power in order to make things as hard as possible on her while she was away. She lit her wand with a combined "lumos" and "maxima" in order to have enough light to light up the whole kitchen and hall way at the same time.

After a quick breakfast, Hermione went to her room and put in some of her favorite dance music. It was still early in the morning, but that's how she liked to wake herself up.

Her body swayed with the rhythm, turned, twisted, flexed, moved with the beat. After she had danced all out to songs like Candy Shop, Drop It Likes Its Hot, Golddigger, Grillz, Hot in Herre, and Lean Back, she finished with I'm in Love With A Stripper.

"Ahhh the joys of pop music," she laughed to herself.

She suddenly paused, an image flashing to mind.

A tall, muscular guy.

Dancing.

The club!

"Oh hells how could I forget?" She scolded herself for the blonde moment, looking at the clock. She realized she had been dancing for almost 5 hours. She had been so lost in the ecstasy of dancing, combined with her freedom –even without power, she thought dryly – that she hadn't paid attention to the time.

She whistled a tune as she got out the clothes she would wear later, laid them on her bed, fed Moon, and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

Draco leaned out against the railing of his balcony, stroking Midnight. He was unsure of his thoughts and feelings that had been developing over the recent days for the two witches that had both seemingly caught a place in his heart. The girl he knew as Dancing Queen had completely enspelled him with her flirty, sexy, confident manner. However… Mystery had also burrowed into his heart. He knew what loneliness was and what having no one to talk to felt like, and he knew what a bad family could do to you. But he never in his wildest dreams thought a family member could go so far as to rape one of their own. That enraged him to the point where he wished he knew who she was so that he could go and rescue her from that horrid excuse of an uncle and then kill him. She seemed like an intelligent, caring girl that just needed to find a new start to life. He wished he knew a way to help her.

"What do you think Midnight? What can I do about these two?…"

Midnight hooted quietly in response. Draco looked at his watch and realized he only had a couple of hours until he was supposed to meet Dancing Queen at the club. He sighed with all of the thoughts roaming around in his head weighing heavily upon him, and turned to go back in and begin getting ready for the night.

Hermione hummed to herself as she straightened her long silky hair which she had just finished coloring. Now she had some dark brown, red, and blonde highlights that combined to make her hair a much richer brown than before. She had already put on concealer, powder, and lip gloss. Now she applied mascara, smokey liner, and finally a gold shadow to make her honey eyes pop. She looked at her clock and saw that it was 9:45pm. She was supposed to meet Dragon King at 10:00. She took one last look at herself in her mirror before aparating to the Green Dragon.

Draco looked at his watch. 9:59. He was already inside the club having arrived early because of his eagerness to see Dancing Queen again. The low lights of the club and the pulsing music swirled around him as he leaned up against the bar just inside the door. Right as his watch hit 10:00 he saw her walk through the door. She was stunning. He put an arm out, wrapping it around her and pulling her to him before she knew who it was. She looked up at him and he knew she could tell it was him by the feeling of his body against hers.

"Shall we dance?" He asked her, his voice deep with anticipation.

"I think we might be able to arrange that," she said with a laugh.

He took her hand in his and led her onto the dance floor where they lost themselves in the music and bodies around them.

Hermione was startled when she was grabbed just after walking through the door, but as soon as her hands found a chest she knew it was her Dragon King. She once again wished the lighting was better so that she could actually see what his whole face looked like. No matter. Even though she thought she could trust him she figured it was better that at this point their true identities were kept secret, particularly since if word was leaked out that Hermione Granger came to this club she would be bombarded with the press and probably not able to come here again for a long time.

Dragon King asked her to dance and led her out on the floor. She couldn't have been happier at this moment. She had a strong man behind her, good music around her, and not a care in the world.

As they swayed to the rhythm of the music Draco could help but notice how beautiful this girl was, even in the dim lighting. She was wearing a fitted red shirt that dipped low both in the front and on the back, revealing an ample amount of tanned, smooth skin. She had on dark form-fitted jeans and black high heeled boots that raised her up to just under his chin. He placed his hands on her hips, wrapping his strong fingers around her and pulling her as close as he could. When he began to rub circles on her stomach she inhaled sharply and he chuckled low in his throat.

"Everything alright darling?" he asked.

Well that little bugger, she thought. Two could play at that game. When the next deep beat pounded through the speakers she dropped down a little, bumped his ever-hardening…problem… with her ass, and spun around while laughing at him. He growled at her and pulled her back to him so that they were now dancing front to front. She inhaled his spicy cologne like she couldn't get enough of it. He was intoxicating, and not just his smell. He was dressed to impress in a dark silver polo, dark jeans and his hair falling softly in his face.

After dancing for over an hour with her man she couldn't take the tension anymore. The music was rhythmic, sensual, and when combined with the hard muscles of the man dancing with her made her think dirty thoughts. The sweat from the both of them was like an aphrodisiac to her, turning her on even more. She pulled him to the side of the dance floor for a breather where there were couches and tables that were modestly curtained off to give some privacy to those within. When he leaned back against the arm of the couch she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around him and breathing into his ear.

"I want you so bad right now…But this time, I'M leading the snogging session!"

"Really?" He smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"… So you gonna kiss me or what?" he laughs.

Hermione smirked, giving him her answer; pouncing on him and wrapping her legs around his waist. The momentum of the jump caused Draco to fall back onto the couch, bringing Hermione down on top of him.

She shoved her tongue into the hot, wet cavern that was his mouth, exploring every inch. Their tongues entwined in a fiery dance of passion. Their mouths remained locked in a searing kiss as Draco rolled on top of Hermione.

She braced a hand on his back as her other hand ran through the strands of his silky, silvery-blonde hair. One of his hands was around her tiny waist as the other cupped the back of her head, his fingers twisting in her golden-brown locks. Simultaneously, the hand that he had on her waist moved up to her breasts as his other hand moved down to them. Hermione clung to him as he began to gently feel her ample cleavage, his adept fingers skillfully massaging her breasts.

He continued to explore her bust as his mouth moved away from hers and drifted down her jaw to her neck where he left his mark.

She drew in a shuddery breath. Her lips sought his again, hotter and hungrier the before, and he began to caress her, his hands stroking across the taut flesh of her abdomen. Once again, his kisses left her mouth, leaving her gasping as they trailed in a searing path down to her navel. She arched her back in response and his hands began to slip down, pulling at the zipper on her jeans. His one hand began to slide underneath her lacy panties when she flinched and grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry… It's just… I've been hurt before..."

" You don't have to worry." His silver-blue eyes looked into her wary ones, somehow reassuring her.

"You must think I'm stupid."

"No. I don't. I don't know what happened, but you don't have to be scared with me."

She drew in a breath. "Really?"

"Yes. I'll be gentle. I promise." He smiled, then kissed her deeply as he reached inside her panties and his fingers entered her. Her nipples grew in arousal and she grew wet with desire as he began to stroke from within her. She whimpered in pleasure, breathless, and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. His other hand squeezed her left buttock gently. They continued to kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth as she returned his affections. The attraction between them was intense, electrifying, and magnetic.

Hermione tore her mouth from his, this time, and left her own mark on his neck, though she could barely think due to the erotic waves that were jolting through her because of his touch. She felt feverish.

He was no better. This girl, he could not get enough of her. He couldn't taste her lips enough, not touch deep within her enough. He could feel himself become even more firm and erect. He was so hard that it almost hurt to not be within her.

All of the sudden the clock in the room chimed midnight. Hermione stiffened. My uncle's going to be home at 12:15! I can't imagine what he'll do to me if he comes home and I'm not there! I have to leave.

"I'm really sorry but I have to go." She stammered, the waves of pleasure gently riding down.

"What?" He withdrew his fingers, wiping the juice of her on his jeans.

"I really wish I could stay, but I can't. I'll write to you soon." She pulled her panties up and her jeans, gave him a quick, lustful kiss, then rushed out of the club in a flurry.

I suppose that it is no mistake. I was about to cum in my pants; that could have been rather shameful. Why was I willing to be gentle with her? Most nights I would've taken what I wanted without caring about the consequences. This girl is something special. And I don't even know her real name.

"It seems," he mused, touching the hickeys on his neck, "that Cinderella has left her mark instead of her shoe."