a/n: I've decided to change the POV things. I think it looks ugly when I write hermione pov and stuff, so I've decided to just use the gray line thing to separate povs, and if it's just a break but still same POV, then it's --. If this is hard and unclear, please tell me in the review and I will change it. :D Oh and to all of the reviewers! Look for your names down at the bottom. Thanks so much!

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Harry Potter. Though I wouldn't mind owning Draco Malfoy. :D

Rating: M

Chapter Name: Failure and the Thought of Celibacy

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Ginny and I arrived at the club, Luxe, at around ten-ish. There was a really long line, but apparently Ginny had some kind of "special" card that allowed us to cut everyone who has been waiting for hours. I must agree, that was pretty unfair.

Not that I minded.

We entered the club without any hassle, though I didn't appreciate the bouncer giving me and Ginny an ogling glance. Summing up all of my Gryffindor courage, I gave him a mean stare back. I was surprised at myself and the courage I didn't know I had. I mean, that guy was big. And scary.

Once we entered, I immediately regretted my decision. I so wish I decided to curl up in my bed, reading my favorite books. Maybe Hogwarts: A History. The last time I read it was umm...last week. BUT, I still cannot find one single mentionment about the enslavement of the house elves. They derserve the attention, too! But why did I ever agree to go with Ginny? I am not meant for this. I am Hermione Granger, the biggest bookworm and only Virginal Saint in all of Hogwarts. I just do not belong in somewhere like this...

And what is this, you may ask? Well the first thing that hit me was the lights. And the music, and...pretty much everything. The lights were multicolored on the dance floor and moved fast enough to give anyone a stroke. In fact I almost fainted, but I think that was more because of the nerves. The music was loud. And I mean loud. Ginny had to scream for me to hear anything she said, and I still don't think I understood her.

Here's what I thought she said, but I really hope she wouldn't say something like this: "I'm going to go find some steaming hot fargles to blanch my tongues with." But seeing how she went over the dance floor, I'm assuming that she's going to find some hot guys, not some fargles.

"Yeah, so much for not ditching me, Ginny." I muttered, annoyed, under my breath. I slid into a seat at the bar, trying to ignore all of the stares that were giving me. I already gave them all a once-over. No one I would ever date in my entire lifetime. And I didn't know them. Which reminded me, why the hell would Ginny bring me to a club when I was trying to meet people I actually know?!

See, I told you that this was all an excuse to bring me with her to a club. Damn Ginny and her persuasiveness.

"Miss. Miss. MISS." I shrieked as I looked to see who used the Sonorus Charm. Apparently it was the bartender, and apparently he was using it to get my attention.

I blushed and stammered, "O-oh, sorry. I wasn't exactly paying attention." I gave him a nice, apolegetic look.

He didn't look very forgiving.

"Here. That man over there bought it for you." The bartender said as he gave me a martini glass full of this blue, kind of funky liquid in it. I scrunched up my nose when I saw it.

'Who would drink this? It doesn't even look edible...no...drinkable?' I thought as I gave the drink one final look and pushed it a little away from me, just in case there was any poison. I turned to see who the bartender was pointing to, planning to ask him why he would ever buy such dangerous looking drinks for women to drink. Don't worry, I already decided to push the latter thought out of my mind. No need to make a fool of myself.

Not that I haven't already done that.

Well I must admit, I liked what I saw. He had platinum, blonde hair that looked angelically soft to the touch. The hair wasn't too long, but the blonde locks just slightly covered his eyes. He had a pointed face, and a smirk that looked like it was aimed directly at me. Now that I think about it, he looks exactly like...

'Holy shit. Merlin. If Merlin could be holy, Holy Merlin. Is that Draco F. Malfoy?!'

"Blaise, I'm not going." I said to my Italian best friend, while shaking my head.

"Come on, Draco. You haven't had a good shag in like two weeks. I'm helping you out here!"

"I don't want to go to a club. And don't forget. I haven't had a good shag in two weeks only because I've already went through all of the women I like. You know I don't like repeats."

"Draco, you need to try new things. The women you've been dating have all been those dumb, blonde bimbos. Seriously, why do you even date them?"

"Blaise, are you stupid? It's for the sex." I stated as if it was blatantly obvious. And it was. I mean, I am Draco Malfoy. I don't actually like to get involved in relationships.

"Well, if you don't date other types, then look forward to becoming celibatic." Blaise stated as he turned to walk away.

"Wait! I guess it wouldn't hurt to go," I said, but then scowled when I saw Blaise smirk. "But I'm only going because I need a good shag, so don't let it get to your head."

"Sure." Blaise shrugged and motioned for me to hurry up.

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When Blaise and I apparated in front of Luxe, there was a line going for miles. However Blaise and I know the club owner, so we walked past all of the people in line, me with a smirk that exuded sexiness. I looked over at the line and wasn't surprised to see many girls on the floor, fainted from my good looks.

Arrogant? Me? No way.

As Blaise and I strutted-- manly, of course-- to the entrance, we spotted two girls, a brunette and a redhead, with very able-to-drool-at figures. However, I, Draco Malfoy, definitely did not drool. I make girls drool, not the other way around.

"I call the redhead, Draco." Blaise murmered to me, jabbing my ribs with his sharp, oh so Italian, elbow.

"Sure. I like my girls to be submissive anyway." I told him, already eyeing the brunette as she disappeared into the bright lights of the club.

We walked up to the entrance, and let ourselves in, as the bouncers already gave us a nod. Once we were in, we searched for the girls we saw outside. I found mine sitting by herself at the bar, trying to ignore the leers men were giving her. I barely heard Blaise saying that he was headed over to the dance floor, as I made my way over to the bar. I grabbed a stool about five stools away from her. A safe and acceptable distance for strangers. From this close, I can see the unknowing, pant-tightening, tease's face. I squint to see clearer, and I realize that her face looks very familiar. It takes me about all of three seconds to realize who she was...

'Merlin! That's Hermione Granger? The bookworm extraordinare?! What the hell is she doing here? And when did she start looking like that?! But wait, I could use this to my advantage...Maybe seduce her. Yeah it would benefit both of us. Me getting a nice shag, though unfortunately not as submissive as I would have liked, and her being able to shag the great Draco Malfoy.

At this thought and the mental image of Granger tied up, calling me Master, I motioned to the bartender, and bought her a drink. I looked at her amusedly when she shrieked and jumped in her seat. Her blushing face was cute...wait a second. No. I just want her for the shag. Just the shag. I saw her push the drink away in disgust, and I frowned, but quickly placed my signature smirk on when she turned toward me. I was pleased when she first turned. She held a look of want...maybe lust? But then it slowly turned into a look of utter shock as she recognized me. I gave a small chuckle and headed over to the stool next to her.

Hermione's look of shock remained as Draco walked towards her. She scooted a little away from where he was currently sitting, as she did not want to be so close to him.

'I'm not scooting away from him because I can't control myself! I'm just doing it because he's, well, Draco Malfoy!' Hermione assured to herself.

Unfortunately, this little movement only caused Draco to smirk at her even more. She quickly cleared up her throat and said, "Malfoy. What do you want?"

"Why, I just came to say hello to a past classmate. Is that so wrong? Look, I even bought you a drink, yet you rudely push it away. You're deeply hurting my feelings, you know." Draco said, sarcasm etched deep inside every syllable.

"Actually, I'm very glad I chose not to drink it. Knowing you, you probably laced it with poison or worse...aphrodisiac." Hermione grimaced at the last thought, and what she would do if it did contain aphrodisiac.

'Surprisingly, that's not as grotesque as I would imagine. I mean, this is Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Sex God. Wait, Hermione Jean Granger. What are you thinking about!? You would never be able to shag Draco Malfoy. Ew.'

"I assure you, Granger, I would not need an aphrodisiac to have you begging me to fuck you." Draco smirked, breaking Hermione out of her thought, "Which is why I bought you the drink. I need to discuss some things with you, and I think it would benefit both of us."

"What are these things?" Hermione said suspicously and angrily from the previous comment. She would have slapped him if she wasn't intrigued by what he said after.

"Well, even I have to admit Granger, you changed a lot. And for the better. And lately, I've shagged all of the women I would want to shag. So I have a proposition for you. Why not let me shag you?"

"What would be in it for me?"

"A good shag with the amazing Draco Malfoy, of course." Draco said, waiting for her to say yes.

'What kind of woman would refuse this kind of offer?' Draco thought.

Meanwhile Hermione was thinking to herself, 'This is my chance. I really could get a teacher and get shagged tonight. But I really should think it over some more. This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about.'

"Malfoy, I'll have to think about it first. Don't let this get to your head. I'll be expecting more than just a good shag with the oh so amazing Draco Malfoy." Hermione said, emphasizing the obvious sarcasm in her words.

'Apparently, the kind of woman is Hermione Granger.' Draco thought, bitter that he wouldn't get his shag tonight. However, he was still smooth as he pulled out his business card and handed it over to her. On the back he wrote his cellphone number. Sometimes muggle contraptions were quite nice and easy to use.

"Call me when you make your decision, then." Draco said, sliding out of his seat and disappearing into the crowd.

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a/n: DONE! Sorry this is such a crappy chapter. I really wanted to get one out. D: Anywaayyy, next chapter is going to have some gross-ish maybe? I haven't really thought about it. And oh! I probably really need a beta. This chapter is most likely full of grammar mistakes. SORRY. Anyway, please review!! Though I really think this chapter is one of the worst ones. D:

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