Kk here is the much asked for club scene : ) Loooooooooong chapter to make up for the delay!

"What but Grang-" Blaise started, rocking uneasily back on his heels.

"Blaise I know where they'll be." 'Mione felt a new surge of strength and adrenaline flood her body. "And I'm going to find them, whether or not you come with me."

"Blaise chewed his lips in a childish way that didn't quite fit his handsome features. "But Grang- Hermione, we were told not to leave. And the Cat…"

"Blaise I thought you were in Slytherin. C'mon show some backbone! Besides I have a plan." A devious smirk played across 'Mione's lips and Blaise was starting to understand how Draco and Hermione had gotten along so well.

"I am not a coward." He rose to her challenge. "I just don't want us to land ourselves in more trouble than we're already in. Even Slytherin's have their limits"

"We won't, besides it'll be fun," 'Mione set her teacup on the floor, "You'll be able to see Ginny" She baited him, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist the chance of seeing the girl he loved.

Blaise seemed to ponder what Hermione had said, 'Mione's breath stuck in her chest as she waited. Finally his shoulders sank and a great sigh left his lips. "Alright, what's the plan?"

I love getting my way.

'Mione stood up and moved to her trunk, "We, are going to sneak out." She told him as she unclasped the great mahogany trunk and reached into its contents. "Using this." She held up the invisibility cloak, its folds falling to the floor much like a shimmering waterfall, until the quicksilver cloth pooled at Hermione's feet.

She watched as Blaise's eyes became saucers. "But that's a- Hermione how'd you get that?"

"It's on loan from a friend," 'Mione turned back to her trunk, tucking the invisibility cloak back into its depths. "You have a window in your room right?"

Blaise nodded mutely, his mouth still hanging open.

"Alright, I'll cast my glamour spells in my room and then sneak into yours with the invisibility cloak. An alohamora should open the window, but we might have to disarm some spells to get out without being detected." And Hermione was rushing around the room pulling out all the glamour spells she'd researched and pulling clothes out of her closet.

"So I'll get you at quarter to eleven?" 'Mione turned to face Blaise who looked rather dazed.

"Oh yeah, a'right" Blaise shook off his trance, looking rather like he had just woken up from a long sleep.

Their conversation was cut short by Mipsy bouncing into the room, her grass green eyes bright and glassy. "Mipsy made dinner!" she squeked before skipping back out towards the kitchen.

After a very filling meal of a cheese filled tortellini and pineapple upside down cake Hermione loudly excused herself to go to bad, so that the cat might hear her. "Thank you Mipsy, it was excellent. Blaise if you don't mind I think I might turn in early, I'm exhausted."

Blaise grumbled a yes or some other form of approval and 'Mione slowly made her way to her room, trying her best to look tired.

Once in her room however she buzzed about like a trapped humming bird, As she stood in front of her mirror however, she came to a stop.

Let's have a little fun.

Peering carefully at her reflection Hermione lifted her wand and the room suddenly filled with bright flashes of yellow and sparkling blue light.

Draco felt a dull ache in his chest as he prepared to go out in search of the mudblood. It was like a little tug on his heart, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he should be somewhere. Yet his dead eyes showed no comprehension of this feeling, as though it never quite reached his mind.

Blaise had made a show of "checking up" on Hermione, carefully leaving her door open long enough so that she might slip back out of the room behind him. Without a sound she slipped into Blaise's room beneath the invisibility cloak all under the watchful eyes of the cat.

Once they were in Blaise's room 'Mione released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Her heart thudded in her chest and the adrenaline running through her veins increased two fold. The floodgates had opened and simply standing still took a great deal of effort.

"Hermione? Hermione where are you?" Blaise looked around the room and began striding about the room with his arms outstretched in an effort to find her.

"Right here," She let the invisibility cloak fall to the floor, reveling in the shocked look that registered on Blaise's face at her appearance. One thing was for sure, when recklessness controlled her mind she bloody hell loved attention.

"So would you be able to tell it is me?" She asked, a hand on her hip.

Blaise simply shook his head, still staring at the clothes she wore.

"Good!" 'Mione couldn't help smirking a little as she strode forward with a little strut in her step, "Your turn for a make over!" 'Mione could help snickering to herself as Blaise shrunk ever so slightly to the corner.

With a few flicks of her wrist, light filled the room again and Blaise began to transform before her eyes.

"Right, you look good!" 'Mione stated, looking at her work and feeling rather like an artist. Blaise's strong jaw had softened a bit and his dark skin had lightened considerably. 'Mione had actually given him a faux hawk, which was really very flattering to his now hazel eyes. She'd shifted his build just a little too so that he wasn't quite so lean and muscular but still fit looking. All-in-all Blaise's actual features hung over him like a ghost, 'Mione could tell he was the boy standing in front of her, but barely.

"Now for the window," 'Mione turned and faced their newest problem, while Blaise gaped at himself in his mirror. Hermione had learned that she could sense spells, almost as if she could taste them in the air, they were almost unnoticeable unless she really focused on them. Several spells were hanging over the window and she quietly disarmed as many as she could. There was one spell however, that she couldn't identify, it seemed to hold people out of and into the room but nothing she tried would disenchant it.

"Ready?" Blaise had finally stopped staring at himself in the mirror with his mouth hanging open like a rather large fish and had moved to stand beside her. Cool, confidence oozed from his expression and the transformation left 'Mione breathless.

"No there's one left that I just can't seem to get rid of!" 'Mione threw her arms angrily up into the air and stalked away from the window, almost forgetting to be quiet.

Blaise walked over to his bedside table with a sense of purpose that Hermione couldn't at all understand. He picked up a pencil that lay placidly on top of the nightstand. 'Mione stopped her agitated movements and simply watched Blaise's odd actions.

"Blaise this is hardly the time to write a note…" 'Mione started but trailed off into silence as he hurled the pencil at the closed window. She cringed and squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the sickening crunch of breaking glass.

But the room remained silent. Daring a peek, 'Mione opened one eye just a little. When she realized what had just happened she blinked, several times actually as her mouth fell open just slightly.

The pencil floated in an amber sort of light just in front of the window the tip just resting on the glass pane,

"I know what it is." Blaise strode up to the window, offering no further explanation.

"Is this how you normally test spells? Just hurl things at them?!? What if it had blown up or bounced back or- or…" Blaise had been mumbling under his breath as she spoke and with a dip of his wrist he now had the window open and waiting.

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's go! It's nearly quarter past eleven already." And he was out the window, swallowed whole by the blackness of the night

"Wait, Blaise! How did you do that?!" 'Mione tumbled out the window after him, landing sloppily on her feet.

"My father used to use that particular spell to keep me in my room," Blaise stated, and by his tone it was obvious that Hermione was going to get nothing else from him. So she simply followed him further into the blinding darkness.

"Hey Blaise, did you see Le Chat Noir on the way to the house?" 'Mione asked quietly as Blaise, now a shadow in the black night air moved on ahead of her.

"Maybe, I can't be sure though, were you thinking of apparating?" His voice was startlingly loud in 'Mione's ears. She nodded in response before realizing he couldn't see her.

"Yes, I thought it might save some time" A fierce new feeling rushed through every inch of her body as she spoke. She felt so free so- so very alive. It was wonderful, like a bright fire burning deep within her body, warming her against the chill of the October air. She was breaking the rules, she was going to see Draco, dance, and she was walking into the unknown.

She was so lost in the new burn, passion for life that she felt, that she didn't realize Blaise had stopped in front of her until she walked right into his broad back. A loud oomph escaped her lips and she fell very gracelessly onto her bum. "Blaise?"

A hand reached down and grasped hers. Blaise pulled her to her feet, "I can at least get us into town." And Hermione suddenly felt the telltale pull behind her navel that meant they were on their way.

The next thing Hermione was aware of was a deep pulsing bass changing the pace of her heart as it shook her body. Le Chat Noir sat enticingly in front of them, the blacked out windows and the fast beat slipping from beneath the door promising them a good time. If only they would step inside.

"Excellent Blaise! Have you got the communicator?" 'Mione could've leapt out of her skin, her blood was humming through her veins so quickly. She had to get inside, Draco was there, and that's where she should be too.

Blaise nodded and help up the tiny blue button 'Mione had enchanted into a sort of earpiece. 'Mione slipped her own into her ear where she felt it change shape and color to blend in with her ear. In tandem they walked up to the door and with a great shove on the heavy steel they were inside.

The music was nearly earsplitting, but not quite, causing a sort of euphoric buzz to overtake Hermione's brain. In here, thought was all but shut down and full on impulse was working in full gear.

Without a word the pair split up, Blaise heading for the packed main floor and 'Mione snaking her way down the stairs to the basement level. The walls were a mix of brushed steel and black velvet, one reflecting the chaotic lights, the other sucking them into eternity,

As 'Mione neared the bottom of the stairs she felt a tug that was different than the sharp tug of apparating. This was at her heart, a slow, agonizing need to be somewhere.

He's here somewhere. Down here somewhere.

Here eyes scanned the crowd, but the people on the floor were packed together like sardines, nice and snug. So she did the only thing she could think of, she started to dance.

The words were all in another language, probably French, but it didn't matter. The hypnotizing bass wrapped itself around her hips as the melody filled her head.

Hermione.

A thought slipped into Draco's empty mind as he stood alone against a velvet wall. His eyes sparked before fading back to a wool grey. Without his command his feet moved towards the floor and he slowly wove through the crowd like a predator after spotting its prey.

What if he's dancing with another girl… the though caused a painful pinch in her heart. The beat swiftly moved in to take her again and she gladly fell into it. Her body moved with the rhythm now, stretching her arms temptingly towards the ceiling she dared Draco to come find her.

Draco's heart had sped up as he made his way towards the center of the dance floor, he felt oblivion being pushed out by a different sort of trance one weaving through his thoughts, holding them together.

Finally his feet came to a stop, and so did his heart. In front of him stood a beautiful girl, her hair, long and corn silk blonde, nearly glittering in the tangle of lights shining down on them. Her eyes were an icy blue, dangerous and enchanting all at once. His eyes traveled slowly from her face to her outfit, a mid-thigh black plaid schoolgirl skirt and a black tank top with some sort of gold splashed across her chest.

As he looked his mind confirmed what his eyes could not.

Hermione kept dancing, but felt broken, or exposed rather, without Draco there, but then warm hands curled around her waist and she could've nearly melted at the achingly familiar feel of his touch. With out missing a beat they fell into time with one another.

"You've changed your look," He whispered into her ear, his deep voice slipping so sweetly into her mind. She knew she probably should've been worried that he'd seen through her blonde hair and blue eyes, but she was ecstatic.

"I wanted to see if blondes really do have more fun." She turned quickly to face him and they kept dancing without a hitch. He laughed at her clichéd choice of words, but then lost himself back into the tantalizing music and the feel of Hermione being so close.

'Mione felt as though her heart would shatter against her ribs it was beating so hard. The song changed and she spun back around so that her back was facing him. As the music and lights created a sort of frenzied atmosphere around them, Hermione and Draco dipped and swayed, spun and leaned in perfect time.

Occasionally 'Mione would turn back to face Draco, planting a leg between his and wrap her arms around his neck. The synthesized chords seemed to spin and twirl about them before plunging into the limbs of the dancers and possessing their bodies in a frantic, dizzy sort of way. 'Mione moved sinisterly, her every move designed to taunt and tease Draco as he kept time with her, matching her move for move.

They danced as though it was the end of the world. The guitar riffs and pounding drums cradled them and held the couple in limbo. Le Chat Noir was there sanctuary this night, a shield from reality if only for a few hours when they had to face the harsh truth that lay outside the doors. With her head resting on Draco's shoulder 'Mione found absolute peace. The problems, all of them faded from her mind.

Eventually they drifted off towards one of the velvet walls and Draco delicately pushed some of the stray blonde hair out of her face, his fingertips just grazing her skin. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, not wanting this moment to end.

Draco looked down into the face that was not Hermione's, but saw her there just beneath the surface. He wanted to be able to stay there with her forever. To leave his father and his past behind and have a future with 'Mione seemed rather like an impossible dream though. Oblivion reminded him of that fact painfully as it worked to encroach on his music and Hermione filled brain.

I should go. I need to go, I'm a danger to her to Bla-

For the first time he realized he had not seen Blaise at all that night. Was Hermione really here alone? Anger flared in his chest briefly before dulling as Hermione leaned against him, her warmth inviting and gentle. No Blaise is probably here and disguised as well. And knowing Hermione it would be a damn good disguise. He smirked.

Without really thinking Draco let his hands travel up Hermione's waist, trailing slowly over her arms, and moved them full of promise over her neck. His fingertips lighting a trail of fire across her skin.

It's Crazy. Draco's thoughts caught up to him, I can't believe how much control she has over me. And it's so absolute… the girl I used to hate… seems Karma really loves irony.

He leaned in, his lips just brushing hers ever so lightly…

I shouldn't be doing this. Draco felt Oblivion creeping in, emptying his mind again as he fought it back desperately.

"Hermione They're here! My father- Draco's father they're both here! We've got to get out!" Blaise's voiced yelled in Hermione's ear.

'Mione looked up at Draco in complete panic, just in time to see his eyes flicker from a stormy silver to a fuzzy, flat grey.

Hope you guys liked the extra long chapter! I know a lot happened but I needed to get us closer to the main climax of the story.

So liked it? Hated it? Ideas? Guesses? I'll take it all!

Love much

Ange