CHAPTER FOUR
Clubbing
After spending about an hour by the pool, Ginny and Hermione decided they were going to head up to their room and get ready for going out in the evening. All four of them had agreed to explore the town and see what things there were to do. Ginny was also interested in checking out all the local clubs and bars, but she kept that piece of information from her brother.
Hermione opened her wardrobe door and stared at the clothes inside. What to wear? What to wear? She thought to herself. It was still extremely hot outside even though the sun was already setting beyond the horizon and she really wanted to look good for Ron.
Just at that moment, Ginny walked out of the bathroom wearing a tight, strapless, cobalt blue dress that hugged her curves in just the right places and contrasted perfectly with her deep auburn hair which hung around her face in loose ringlets.
"Well? How do I look?" Ginny asked whilst twirling around.
"You look amazing, Gin. Harry is definitely going to be staring at you all night," Hermione replied smugly.
"Oh, well, that wasn't what I… You really think so?" Ginny asked excitedly.
Hermione laughed. "Definitely. Now, I need your help. I have absolutely no idea what to wear. I don't think anything I brought with me is really appropriate for the clubbing scene," Hermione admitted dejectedly.
"Don't worry; I'm sure I can find you something to wear. After all, I'm not the only one who's got someone to impress," said Ginny with a wink. She began to rifle through her wardrobe, throwing random items of clothing over her shoulder and on to the floor. Finally, she appeared to have found something and with a triumphant "Aha!" turned to face her friend.
Hermione looked at the piece of clothing in Ginny's hand with suspicion, she trusted Ginny but just didn't know if she was really comfortable wearing something quite so short.
"What is that?" Hermione asked incredulously. "There's hardly anything there! Surely you can't expect me to go out wearing just that? Isn't there a bottom half to it or something?"
"Hermione, relax. Just go and try it on, you'll look amazing, trust me," Ginny said with a smile.
Hermione reluctantly headed for the bathroom and shut the door behind her while Ginny got comfortable and took a seat on the bed. She couldn't wait to see what Hermione looked like in the dress, she knew Ron would love it and couldn't wait to see his face when he saw her in it. Ginny knew Hermione had a great body, but she just wished she would show it off more often.
After just a couple of minutes, Hermione emerged from the bathroom and twirled around in front of her friend.
"Oh, Ginny, I absolutely love it!" Hermione stated with a grin on her face.
"See, I told you it would be just right. You look stunning Hermione. Ron's jaw is going to hit the floor. Now, let me just find you some killer heels and you'll be rocking the dance floor all night long," Ginny laughed.
Hermione was a bit apprehensive about stumbling around in heels but knew the dress would look so much better with them. The dress was black in colour, and was tight at the bottom before becoming slightly looser at the top, the sleeves were long, draping over her arms and the neckline quite high and rounded making sure the full emphasis was on Hermione's legs, which she was pleased to say were one of her best features. It was also backless, with just a few thin straps draping down, leaving the small curve of her back on show.
While Ginny was grabbing the shoes, Hermione swept her hair into a loose, messy side bun, leaving her bangs out.
Ginny quickly returned handing Hermione a simple pair of platform black court shoes before slipping on a pair of electric blue ones. Ginny then made Hermione sit down in front of the vanity mirror in their room while she did her make up. Not too much, just a slick of black liquid eyeliner on her top lash line, accompanied with black mascara and a light dusting of bronzing powder on her cheekbones. Ginny then did her own, applying a thin electric blue eyeliner to her top lash line followed by black mascara and small amount of bronzer to accentuate her already growing tan. Both girls dapped on a little lip gloss before grabbing their clutch bags and going down to the hotel bar to wait for the boys.
Hermione and Ginny perched on the bar stools and ordered two screwdriver cocktails.
Hermione looked up and saw Harry approaching the two of them; he was wearing a navy blue shirt and dark blue jeans. His eyes never left Ginny as he got nearer and nearer. Soon enough, Ginny looked up and saw him approaching; Hermione heard a small gasp escape Ginny's lips before she blushed slightly at Harry's intense gaze. Harry took the empty seat next to Ginny and smiled over at the two girls, his eyes only leaving Ginny's for a second. The two soon began talking and Hermione went back to her drink, picking it up and taking a long sip from her straw, knowing that she really should pace herself if she didn't want to make a complete fool of herself later on, but she suddenly felt quite nervous. What if Ron didn't like her dress? Or what if she fell over and flashed the world? She wasn't the most coordinated person; at least if she was drunk she wouldn't remember it and could pretend it never happened. Hermione continued with her internal struggle, biting her bottom lip unknowingly.
Ron had just entered the hotel lobby and was making his way across the floor when he spotted Hermione. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. She was sat on a tall bar stool, legs crossed with her black dress riding up slightly, giving him ample view of her smooth thigh. On her feet were impossibly high heels that made her legs seem endless and from the way she was sitting Ron could just about see that her back was mainly bare, allowing him a look at her toned, defined back. She had her plump lips wrapped teasingly around a straw and he saw her tongue peek out from between her lips as she lowered her drink. He was immediately hard. Merlin, what that girl did to him without even realising.
He gulped and carried on walking to the bar, knowing that he couldn't go back now, he was already ten minutes late, having fussed over what to wear before deciding on a white button down shirt and dark blue jeans. Hermione quickly saw him and shot him a brilliant smile.
Ron reached the bar, smiling at Harry and Ginny before turning to Hermione. "Wow, Hermione, that dress looks amazing," Ron said nervously.
Hermione blushed. "Oh, thanks Ron, Ginny made me wear it. You know me, if it was my decision, I'd be down here in jeans and a t-shirt." Hermione laughed, taking another long sip from her drink. "Shall we get another couple of drinks here before we head out?" Hermione asked the group.
"Sounds good to me," Harry replied before grabbing the attention of a nearby barman.
Another couple of cocktails for the girls and two beers each for the boys later and they were on their way out.
Walking down the busy street, Ginny and Harry were slightly ahead of Ron and Hermione. Hermione couldn't help but be particularly aware of Ron's forearms brushing occasionally against hers as they silently followed the other two. Once or twice Hermione had been sure Ron was about to say something, as he would take in a breath and open his mouth as if to speak, but nothing would come of it. Eventually Ginny turned round and motioned for them to follow her into a nightclub.
Ron looked at the flashing lights, heard the pumping music and saw the queue of rowdy looking people outside before lightly grabbing Hermione's upper arm. "Hermione, are you sure about going in here? It looks a bit… well, dodgy," Ron said with an unsure look on his face.
"It'll be fine Ron don't worry," Hermione replied casually pulling him by the hand and into the queue. Ron didn't have a reply to that, focussing only on the feel of Hermione's hand in his.
Sooner than he thought the four of them were at the front of the queue and making their way into the club. As soon as they got through the doors the volume of the music increased tenfold, and Ron could actually feel the vibrations of the bass up his legs.
Ginny quickly led them over to the bar and Hermione leaned towards the barman, obviously ordering some drinks. The girls both took seats while the boys stood just behind them, leaning slightly on the bar. Hermione grinned widely when the drinks were placed in front of them. Eight little glasses filled with clear amber liquid, eight slices of lime and a salt shaker. Ron gave Hermione a confused look, before she licked the back of her hand slowly, causing Ron to gulp. She then poured a small amount of salt onto it, trying not to get too much on the counter, then she proceeded to lick the salt off quickly, grab a shot glass and tip the amber liquid down her throat before picking up a piece of lime and sucking on it with pursed lips.
Ginny was quick to follow suit, grimacing at the burn of the tequila and the sourness of the lime. Harry and Ron looked at one another before shrugging and reaching for their shots.
Another shot each later and Ginny was pulling Harry onto the dance floor claiming that the song playing was her favourite and she just had to dance to it. This left Hermione and Ron at the bar, looking on with amusement and Harry tried to keep up with the fiery red head in six inch heels.
Ron sat in Ginny's vacated seat and turned to Hermione, watching the way her eyes shone as she watched the people dancing on the floor, the way, as her hair fell into her eyes, she lightly brushed it back without a thought. He once again let his eyes wander over her striking form. Where had Hermione been hiding that body at Hogwarts? He had obviously caught glimpses of her over the past seven years but he had only really started to appreciate what he got to see around fourth year. When she wore that periwinkle dress to the Yule Ball, Ron wasn't able to keep his eyes of her. Even when she had hung off the arm of that great oaf Krum. And it was the same tonight; it took so much of Ron's will power to keep from reaching out and stroking Hermione's thigh, up to the hem and maybe, maybe even under it.
Before Ron could let his thoughts get out of hand Hermione reached over and placed her hand on his leg. Looking up at him from under her lashes she said, "Do you maybe want to dance, Ron?"
Ron couldn't find the words to answer so simply nodded, following as Hermione made her way to the dance floor. He couldn't help but notice all the approving eyes watching, staring at her as she wandered out to the floor and he held in a growl when he saw one guy even lick his lips. He quickly sped up, making sure he got to Hermione before anyone else could put their hands on her. He wanted to make sure everyone in the club understood that she wasn't to be touched, that she was off limits. That she was his.
As Hermione began to gently sway her hips to the beat of the music, Ron moved up behind her and placed his hands gently on her waist. Hermione continued to move back and forth and although Ron wasn't the best dancer, he thought he was doing a pretty good job of keeping in time with her. Hermione then raised her arms up and let her head fall back onto Ron's chest, quickly linking her hands behind Ron's neck, inevitably drawing him closer to her.
Before Ron could over-think what he wanted to do, he leaned down and placed a light kiss on Hermione's neck where it met her shoulder. He heard her moan slightly in appreciation, spurring him on. He leaned down once again, this time to Hermione's ear and spoke so she could just hear above the music, "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Hermione?"
When Hermione simply opened her eyes and looked at him, a small smile playing at her lips, Ron completed his already bold move. He ground his hips into her arse slightly, making sure she was fully aware at just how she was affecting him. A triumphant smirk appeared on his face when he saw her lips part and a small "oh" escape her.
Hermione felt her cheeks flush slightly, amazed that it was her causing Ron's body to react like this. She was nervous but at the same time confident. Knowing that it was her doing this to him, and possibly the alcohol running through her system, she wanted to see how far she could take it. Wanted to see if he wanted her like she wanted, needed him. She ground her arse into him once more, causing a low growl to escape his lips. Pleased with herself she spun around in his arms as he moved his hands lower to rest on her bum.
She looked up at him from under her lashes, linking her arms around his neck once again and biting her lip.
"Mm, Hermione, you need to stop doing that, you have no idea how much of a turn on it is," Ron stated, moving one hand to brush over her bottom lip, pulling it from her teeth.
Hermione could already feel her knickers getting wet, like they had so many times when in close proximity to Ron. She brushed her fingers lightly through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly when she felt his hand squeeze her bum lightly.
"Mr Weasley, you better stop behaving that way, I don't think you'd like the consequences very much," Hermione almost moaned.
"Oh really, well I'm not so sure about that, in fact I'm quite intrigued as to what these consequences would be," Ron said whilst once again squeezing her bum.
"Hmm," Hermione groaned. "Keep doing that and you'll find out."
Ron couldn't help himself, with her lips parted like that and her head tipped back ever so slightly her had to taste her lips again. He crashed his lips to hers without further thought for how it might ruin their friendship; destroy everything they had worked so hard to build but instead focused on the way her lips felt. Soft and smooth under his, moving in perfect time. It was then Ron realised that her lips were in fact responding to his, making him smile into the kiss.
Hermione pulled back at the feel of him smiling and looked into his eyes; she saw the happiness in them, the pure unadulterated joy before he once again pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss. It wasn't long until she felt his tongue moving along her bottom lip and she willingly opened her mouth to the intrusion. All anxious thoughts leaving her as she breathed in his scent, felt his body against hers, and tasted his lips which had a slightly sour taste to them because of the lime. But that didn't put her off and she continued to kiss him with fervour.
Ron was the one to pull back then. All he could say was, "Wow."
"Yeah, wow," Hermione repeated.
Authors note:
I'm so sorry for the slow updates, I've had such a bad case of writers block and that combined with exams has left me with little inspiration. So I apologise, please forgive me!
If any of you are interested by the way I have put the links to Hermione and Ginny's dresses and shoes on my profile