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Title: When Parties Collide

Summary: Draco and Hermione unexpectedly meet up in a club.

Genre: Romance

Rating: T for innuendo

Characters: Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger

Day 05 Prompt: Song: Live to Party - Jonas Brothers

"Hello, what have we here," Draco Malfoy drawled as he eyed the brunette with the tiara and veil that said "Bride." His eyes roamed her from top to bottom, taking in her sleek hairdo, trim figure encased in a cream dress and matching platform heels, before landing on the impressive, yet tasteful, engagement ring on her left ring finger.

Hermione Granger almost choked on her drink. "What are you doing here!" she exclaimed.

"I could say the same thing about you, Granger," he said, wearing his trademark smirk. "Imagine meeting you in, of all places, a Las Vegas club."

Looking away from him, she replied as nonchalantly as possible, "Must be coincidence, Malfoy."

"I'd call it fate," he said as he moved in closer to the witch. "So, who's the lucky bloke? Anyone I know?"

"You may have met him once or twice," Hermione answered, licking her lips and sipping her drink.

"Really now," he commented, inching even closer towards her. "He can't possibly be as handsome and charming as me."

"Wouldn't you like to know," Hermione replied as he began to run his fingertip along her lower arm. "Careful, Malfoy," she warned him as she pulled away. "I'm an engaged woman."

"Ah, but this is obviously your last night out as a single woman. Your, shall we say, last fling, before being tied down and all that."

"That may be, but it doesn't mean I should spend it with you."

"But you must, Granger. It's fate," he said as he admired how the nightclub's lights colored her dress and added sparkle to her chocolate eyes.

"And why would you think that?"

"It just so happens that I'm currently attending a stag party," Draco said, pointing to a booth where his best mates were drinking and ogling the ladies on the dance floor. "What are the chances," he whispered seductively into her ear, "of the both of us seeing each other, on another continent, on our last nights as single people?" He dipped his head down to nuzzle her neck. "We're destined to be each others' last fling."

Hermione casually pulled away to look at him. "What about my fiance?" she asked.

"I won't tell if you won't," he playfully remarked with a twinkle in his eye.

As her free hand began to toy with the buttons on his shirt, she leaned into his neck and purred, "I may be drunk enough to take you up on that offer."

"Excellent." Draco was thisclose to sealing the deal with a kiss when he heard a shrill voice.

"Get away from him, Hermione!" Ginny Weasley screamed, pulling her best friend away from Draco.

"What are you doing here, Ferret!"

"Weasley, so nice to see you," he said as he snaked his arm around Hermione's waist.

"You shouldn't be here. I told Goyle Hermione's hen night was in Vegas."

"You know Greg's thick. He probably heard 'Vegas' and thought 'That's a great place for a stag night.' You should have told me instead."

"But you weren't supposed to know!" she said, trying to stop her friend from burrowing into Draco's neck.

"And up until 5 minutes ago, I didn't know. Now, if you'll excuse us," Draco said as he attempted to lead Hermione away. Ginny, unfortunately, knew exactly what he was trying to do.

"Oh no you don't," the redhead said as she latched onto the bride-to-be. "We're leaving now. And don't follow us," she ordered, glaring at the blond wizard as they walked toward the exit.

Hermione pulled away enough to plant a rough kiss upon him, saying "Don't have too much fun tonight, luv."

Smiling against his fiancee's mouth, Draco said, "Without you, never."

A/N: So yeah, I've never heard this song before (I'm old), so after listening to it once and reading the lyrics, Dramione in a club pops into my head and here you go.