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The thumping of the music filled Hermione's every step. As they drew closer to the door, she could see that the party was in its own private suite away from the rest of the club. The door shimmered with magic, which Hermione concluded would be a way to lead the other guests to the private party. Inside the cozy room, Hermione could see a few classmates from their years at Hogwarts, including the similar, familiar faces of the Patil twins. Padma's long hair freely flowed around her as it had during her school days while Parvati sported a modern bob. A beautiful champagne tower flowed freely as the guests replenished their drinks. Her view of the other guests was blocked as Zabini made his way to them with another wizard in tow.
"Potter, I see you were able to pull the lovely Ms. Granger out of the office. Might I add, you look positively ravishing tonight. Green suits you."
Hermione flushed at the bold claim.
"The birthday boy is almost here, so let's get you two a drink."
Hermione was handed a glass by the unknown man next to Zabini.
Thank you, Mr...?"
"Nott. Theodore Nott."
Hermione immediately recognized the name as one of the wizards whose father had been arrested for being a Death Eater after they broke into the Department of Mysteries.
"You work in the Accidental Magic Reversal Department."
"You are correct, Ms. Granger, as always. 10 points to Gryffindor."
Harry and Zabini tried their best to hide their smirks behind their glasses.
"You must forgive Theo; he doesn't get out much."
"I'm sure. Harry has told me he's done a bit of investigating into the department. A bore, didn't you say, Harry?"
Nott's face blanched with embarrassment for a moment before he made a quick escape with Zabini in tow.
"This is why the guys are intimidated by you."
Hermione feigned ignorance as she downed the remaining contents of her glass.
"He's coming!"
The room instantly darkened, and the door opened as a couple walked in. The figures were met with the sounds of party poppers going off, the popping of champagne bottles, and a big rounding 'surprise!'. The lights turned on to reveal Draco Malfoy and a blonde witch hanging onto his arm. Hermione tried to discreetly make her way to the bar in the back of the room avoiding Harry's questioning gaze. As she downed two more glasses in gusto. As she went to reach for the third, she caught a glimpse of a familiar snake crest as the hand offered out a drink for her.
"Granger in green. I never thought I'd see the day."
"Ha, ha laugh it up, Malfoy."
As Hermione reached to pluck the drink from his fingers, Malfoy took the opportunity to lean in close. The smell of fire whiskey and aromatic cologne almost put Hermione in a trance.
"Trust me, the last thing I want to do with you is laugh at you, especially in this little number."
Hermione's eyes flew to his as his words washed over her; sending flaming tendrils up her spine.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you were flirting with me, Malfoy."
"I have never been the one to mince words."
Hermoine never noticed Malfoy's hand on her thigh until his thumb playfully dipped underneath the hem of her dress. As she went to move away, Malfoy's grip tightened just enough to prevent her from doing so. The look Hermoine found herself trapped in reflected the thinly veiled desire in his gaze, no longer hearing the words falling from his lips only the movement. Completely lost in each other, neither noticed Harry walking up to the pair, breaking the spell between the two.
"Mione..."
Coming out of the lust-induced fog, Hermione noticed a look of annoyance flash on Malfoy's face before the famous Malfoy smirk took its place.
"Was I interrupting something?"
"Aren't you always?" Draco's comeback was smothered by him downing the last of his whiskey.
Hermione immediately smoothed out her dress and picked up her glass.
"I was just thanking Malfoy for the drink."
"Anytime, Granger."
Harry led Hermione away from Malfoy and towards the dance floor.
"What was that whole... thing?" Harry questioned with a bewildered look.
Hermione shrugged it off. Had she even known?
"It was a bit of harmless flirting."
"Harmless? Malfoy looked like he wanted to kill me when I interrupted. "
"Doesn't he always?"
Harry shrugged, dropping the subject as the two started dancing. The music's bass pulsed through Hermine's body as she let loose with her best friend. The blonde that showed up with Malfoy earlier that evening joined the two taking a special interest in Harry. Hermione felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist causing her to whip around to see her new partner. Zabini danced with Hermione for a few minutes before he put space between them, whispering in her ear.
"We have an audience." Pointing to the upper level of the club, Hermione saw Malfoy and Nott watching the two.
"Well, let's give them a show."
Hermione pulled Zabini closer, letting his hands drop to her waist as she swayed her hips to the rhythm of the music. As Zabini spun her around, Hermoine caught the seemingly glowing eyes of Malfoy. Turning back towards Zabini, she ignored Malfoy's powerful presence behind her until he pulled her tight against him. Hermione eyes widened at the sudden act as Zambini impishly disappeared into the crowd.
"What was that about?"
"Zabini knows just how to get under my skin."
Turning around to see his face, Hermione noticed that strange glow behind Malfoy's eyes enraptured her again.
"You do as well, Granger."
"Me?"
'You don't know the hold you've had on my mind as of late. It's quite vexing."
Hermine felt Malfoy's hand glide along her spine and came to rest at the base of her neck. Malfoy pulled her closer, placing light kisses along her shoulder. His husky whispers leaving a trail of goosebumps along her exposed skin.
"I need to know you want this."
Hermoine acknowledges Malfoy's words with a slight nod. Malfoy's hand slightly flexed at the base of her neck.
"I want to hear you say it, Hermione."
Hearing her name desperately fall from Malfoy's lips sent sparks of magic enveloping the two.
"I want this."
As Malfoy whisked Hermione through the crowd, the old night air jolted her as the two stepped outside. The familiar pull of magic brought them to a dark room lit only by the glow of the moon; Hermione could see the outline of the huge bed that Malfoy was gently leading her to. The next moments were filled with a flurry of desperate hands and mind-blowing kisses. Malfoy's tall stature forced Hermione to fall on the bed as he leaned over her. The warmth of Malfoy's hands and the mix of alcohol were enough to lull Hermione into a slumber.