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New Adrenaline rushed through 'Mione's body as she saw what was sitting in front of her. There at the curb was a sleek black Ducati 996R. The street lights played across it's body, making it look like a part of the night altogether a smile swept across her face. At least he has good taste in vehicles.

Draco watched her reaction and couldn't stop himself from smirking. For once he had surprised her, it seemed like lately she was the one that did all the surprising. He relaxed a little in seeing that she approved of their transportation, (though the fact that he was nervous over what she'd think of it made him quite uncomfortable in itself.

He had spent the last day quelling his inner turmoil and trying to figure out what he felt towards Granger. In truth he hadn't been able to decipher his feelings but he had managed to shut up the annoying arguments that took place in his head everytime he was around Granger, for the most part anyways.

With out further ado he climbed onto the bike and patted the seat behind catching the very happy Granger's attention. She slipped on behind him and without hesitation wrapped her arms around Malfoy's waist, an action that did not go unnoticed by Draco. He started the bike, pushed off the curb and they were off into the night.

'Mione was lost in the sensation of moving quickly in the night air, The stars seemed to guide them lighting the road. Tonight is going to be fun. A devilish smirk lit her face and played in her eyes. She'd given up trying to stop whatever was going on between her and Malfoy. After all how can you stop something that you aren't even sure is there? Eventually she'd settled on taking things as they come and reacting accordingly. Draco was sure to put up walls everywhere anyway so what was the big deal. Nothing. Her reckless side answered saucily tonight it was her devil may care side in full control, none of that bookworm worrywart could be found in her personality. And she had every intention of taking full advantage of this freedom.

Malfoy sped up wanting to get to the first club as soon as possible, being this close to Hermione was hazardous to his mental health.

The cool night air seemed to do little to calm his rapidly beating heart, though it did clear his thoughts for the time being. I refuse to let her get the best of me tonight. He finally decided. He was going to keep up with her even if it meant completely disregarding his reputation of being a mudblood hater. Tonight he did whatever it took to beat Granger at her own game. He was tired of having his pride stepped on, of her having so much control over what he did without even understanding that she did and he had every intention to turn the tables. Tonight.

They pulled up to a large building with the windows blacked out. Bass seemed to be shaking the very earth they stood on, humming through them, tickling their senses down to their very core. 'Mione walked up to the door feeling it vibrate beneath her hands, the last flutters of excitement in her stomach left her as she pushed the door open. Music ripped suddenly into the silent night wrapping itself around their ankles and bodies, pulling them in, calling, always calling.

Immediately they split apart. Draco went down a floor, Hermione went up one. As she moved up the crowded stairs she took in her new surroundings. The walls were all black, the only lights were the disco lights, black lights and strobe lights playing across the faces of the dancers. She pushed her way into the crowd on the third floor looking for a spot with enough room to move freely, finding a bit of space she let the beat surround her.

Draco moved quietly through the moving bodies an the basement level dance floor, looking around for a suitable girl to dance with. None caught his eye so he walked up to the first decent looking girl he saw and to her delight, started to dance with her.

'Mione had no shortage of dance partners as usual, and in following what seemed to her a curse, she still could find none that satisfied her. She did however dance with them for at least one song before pushing them away.

Draco wasn't having much more luck than she was, though he tended to stick with his partners for two to three songs before moving on to the next girl fawning all over him, which was just about every girl on the dance floor. All of them were shooting sideways glances at him taking in his baggy jeans and black muscle tee. All of them were eye-flirting. None of them were what he wanted.

After about an hour of unsuccessful attempts at dancing with other people both teenagers were frustrated with the outcome. 'Mione had ended up dancing a little too long with a guy who got a little attached to her. After finally escaping him she quickly made her way down the stairs to the main floor. Draco had gotten quite tired of the girls on the basement level who were now crowding around him with the hope that if they got close enough to him they'd get a dance in. So he too headed towards the main floor.

'Mione looked around at the blur of lights and bodies the apprehension she had been feeling while she attempted to sneak away from her ardent suitors melted into the bass, carrying it away in it's risings and fallings. She felt her body and mind become immersed in the sound, lost to the world. She was at peace again. Though it seemed that one thing was missing, Draco. Damn it! I can't think like that! Nothing can happen between us, absolutely no one would approve. She sighed, somehow that argument wasn't as convincing as it used to be.

In slow terror a weighty realization dawned on her. Oh God I'm falling hard for Malfoy. She stopped dancing, her disturbing thoughts breaking her out of her blissful reverie. Thus far she had tried desperately to convince herself that everything that had happened between them so far had simply been a means to pass the time or was brought about by sheer attraction. The Fact that she actually Liked Malfoy was enough to turn her world upside down. Forcing herself to break the stream off thoughts bombarding her mind, she searched for the beat and upon finding it danced harder faster and better, trying desperately to lose herself.

Draco's eyes swept across the main dance floor, not knowing what he was looking for, but knowing exactly what he would find. Sure enough his storm gray orbs settled on the slight figure of one Hermione Granger, taking in her image and imprinting it on his brain. God he loved her. Yeah that's right LOVE. He shuddered as the thought bounced about in his head. He Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince and ladies man extraordinaire had fallen in love with none other than Mudblood Granger. What the hell is wrong with me!

'Mione continued to move and harmonize with the beat, poetry in motion in Draco's mind, not that he'd EVER tell her that. No these feelings were to new to him and though he felt an irresistible need to run up and blurt out to her the whole of his feelings, his pride kept him in check. He highly doubted that 'Mione would return his feelings and he wasn't sure that he could handle that sort of rejection. While he thought on these troublesome inner quarrels he found himself moving stealthily up behind her and his arms had slipped around her waist pulling her close.

'Mione didn't object as they two picked up the strands of the melody through the guitar riffs that seemed to fall in time to their heartbeats. Speak of the devil. Despite herself she found herself reveling in his touch, entranced by his dancing. How does he do this to me? Her hands snaked back around his neck in a familiar gesture. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and smiled to herself knowing that he couldn't see. For the time being she would have to keep the intensity of her feelings to herself until she was sure of Draco's intentions for her.

Her thoughts were broken into a disorderly array when she felt Draco's warm lips caress the skin where her neck and shoulder met, a twinge of electricity racing through her at the sensation. Not being able to resist any longer 'Mione turned in his arms planting her lips firmly on his. Malfoy was a bit surprised to say the least at her sudden reaction, but deepened the kiss all the more enjoying Hermione's closeness. The simple kiss evolved passionately into a thorough snogging session which both parties enjoyed immensely though neither would admit it afraid the other would turn them away.

When did this happen? 'Mione found herself asking between kisses. When did I become so infatuated with Malfoy the selfish ferret? Thinking about it she realized that the chemistry had always been there but instead of accepting it they both and molded their feelings into the utmost hate for one another over petty reasoning. But now those reasons were gone, since Malfoy no longer had to please his overbearing father by hating "Mudbloods", and took away her reason to despise him as well. That just left their emotions the ones that had been festering and growing underneath the cover of hate, and two very unprepared and confused teenagers.

:You know Malfoy your not all that bad" 'Mione confessed afraid to speak the phrases deeper meaning.

Malfoy picked it up none the less and his self assured smirk spread onto his face, threatening to take over. "You're not so bad yourself Granger."

She smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, an action he happily returned. Me and Granger who'd ever think it?

Eventually the two grudgingly broke apart remembering that they were expected back at Hogwarts in less than an hour.

"C'mon lets go 'Mione" Malfoy whispered into her ear.

"Ok" 'Mione said with a heavy sigh, reluctant to leave his arms.

Draco grabbed her hand and slowly started to pull her towards the door. A flash of platinum blonde caught his eye and his head whipped around. No it can't be…

Hey guys I'm sorry this took sooooooooo long and I'm afraid this chapter isn't any longer than my normal ones but I felt it absolutely necessary to end it right there lol well thank you all for being so patient with me and I promise the next chappie will be out soon!

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