Okay So Here goes Chapter two rewritten version, enjoy.
None of the characters belong to me, the original owner of these wonderful charactersn belongs to J.K Rowling. Also The Songs in this Chapter do not belong to me either.
All I own Is the plot, and some ideas. As well as my my ipod, from which I got the idea to use music in this chapter.
Hermione had come to terms that the only reason she had accepted his offer to buy her a drink, was that she wanted to be as far from Ron and his new girlfriend at the moment.
But what Hermione found herself speculating about, was why Malfoy happened to be found at the same club as her and her friends... in Muggle London of all places.
So after two shots of patron, courtesy of Malfoy, she popped out her questions, since neither of them had tried to attempt conversation.
"Why are you here?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "In Muggle London... I mean it's just quite shocking honestly."
"Well, I'm here at this club since my best mate thought it be nice to celebrate some bloody news," lowering his gaze, while swishing his drink in his glass he continued "And besides, I uhh live close by."
"You mean you live Muggle London?" said Hermione catching on to his words, with internally astonishment, making sure she wouldn't let it show.
After the war, the Malfoys had gotten off easy thanks to Harry, who spoke in their favor, since Narcissa confirmed his false death to Voldemort. It had shocked the whole wizarding world, but had helped everyone see them in a better light.
While Hermione reluctantly admitted that most death eaters were forced to join Voldemort's ranks, in order to help their family stay alive and away from their Dark Lord's fierce wrath, Draco Malfoy being one of those who was forced.
Although that hadn't changed her view of him, yet, as they sat at secluded part of the club, and talked Hermione began to see him in a new light… or at least that's what she was beginning to think.
For thirty minutes or so, they conversed. Malfoy told her how after the war, to be able to finish his education he had to go live amongst muggles, at request of his mother. Of course, it had been against his fathers will, but Draco explained how his living among muggles had been quite the push that his family needed to be cleared of charges, while not all some.
He also told her about how his time living among non-magical people had made him value his magic even more. He told her about his difficulties, and joys. One of his joys learning how to operate and drive a muggle car and one of is most difficult jobs; his parents gave him an allowance.
But he could only receive it if he had a job from which he could revieve a salary, so he confessed to her how he had become a pizza delivery guy. That being his main reason to learn how to drive, since most people weren't used to a blond male wizard apparating onto their fornt steps.
Hermione had to she was starting to admire him, much to her surprise. She never knew that he valued his education that much, although she was aware he was a brilliant pupil in class. Yet to believe everything he had done, was done just he would be able to return to Hogwarts. Well Hermione had to admit she found it quite charming.
Then Draco moved on to a more teasing banter, that she found herself to enjoy more than she should have. After all Hermione had come to drown and forget her sorrows and celebrate her new position as head. But she didn't feel anything but a small buzz from the alcoholic drinks she had consumed, and she was still content and happy. And she had to admit that it was partially Draco Malfoy's doing.
"I never thought that I could hold a normal conversation with you Malfoy." Hermione said while looking him dead in the eyes. She was surprised when his gaze turned soft when he looked at her, but that didn't shock her as much as what he said next.
"Me either, you're actually quite captivating." Hermione felt the corners of her lips turn up into a full out smile.
"As well as you are Malfoy-" she decided to return the compliment after all, he had paid for her drinks.
"Draco, call me Draco." He cut her off. At that Hermione found herself smiling even wider for the fact that, not only were they acting civil towards one another, but they were even on a first name basis.
"Okay, well, as I was saying Draco, not only is you exterior very inviting but so is the real you," Hermione found herself saying while she took a sip of her fruity beverage the waiter had just placed in front of her. Draco had recommended it for her, and she found herself savoring the sweet taste of it.
"Really Hermione and who is this real me?" He asked arching an elegant brow. Hermione shivered at the way her name rolled off his tongue. She couldn't stop staring at him, getting lost in his grey irises. His platinum blond hair was worn lose around his head, in a purposely messy yet styled manner. His shoulders had gotten broader, and he was still quite a lot taller than Hermione's petite frame.
"The real you is," Hermione squinted and began to think of who was the real him, and why she was assuming she knew the real him for starters, seeing as they had only been talking for about an hour.
But she felt confident in knowing who he was, even if she wasn't completely sure how. "The real you is gentle, caring, fun, laid back and sexy." Hermione almost gushed with a wink.
While thinking perhaps her fruity beverage had gotten her head quicker than her initial intake. She had to admit she was showing a side of her that she hadn't let out much and to Draco Malfoy no less.
"But I just think you'd rather hide behind your gruff and intimidating exterior, like you're scared of getting hurt, because you've been hurt in the past. By those who you care about the most." she found herself identifying with the last part. She also found that she was touched at his conversions about how his mother was tortured just so he would become a Death Eater, and how she was the only reason for which he stayed on the bad side during the war.
She felt guilty in a way for thinking he was pure evil. But by his confessions at the court she found she actually pitied him. She herself had done whatever she was capable of to keep her own loved ones safe... Even erase herself form their memory. And she if she had she been in his place, she would have done it to, but not wanting to actually voice her thoughts aloud she summarized it.
"Wow, you're quite close Hermione." He said whilst starting to finish off his next drink. He began to run his other hand, that wasn't holding his drink, along her bare length of her forearm. Caressing it gently, and all the while leaning forwards towards her.
"But now is not the time to dwell on those things. Would you give me the pleasure of dancing with me? Unless you plan on getting wasted tonight. After all I have to keep up my good image, since being head boy, makes me a role model at Hogwarts now." He said the last bit teasingly.
"Well I guess we both shall. And what a coincidence, I'm the other head too. That's the same reason we're here to celebrate." Hermione said a small smile gracing her lips.
"Well then, considering we were able to hold a conversation while being civil, this hopefully only the beginning of a beautiful friendship." He said taking the drink from her grasp, and setting it down opposite his. Draco stood up, and extended his hand towards her.
"You have a point; this is our first actual conversation. More than we have ever heard each speak in years." she said taking his hand, while she let him help her stand.
Hermione had to admit she was beginning to find Draco very attractive, as well as a good distraction from the reason of her distress. Who was sitting meters away his blue eyed gaze shifting towards where she happened to be sitting with the blond Slytherin, every few minutes.
Hermione had come to think of a better way to show Ronald Weasley what he was missing out on. And that happened to be by showing him that he was no longer on her mind, but that another lad had entranced her, and gained her attention. Even if it was hard to believe that at the moment that so called lad happened to be their childhood nemesis.
But after briefly, but sincerely apologizing. Well let's just say Hermione believed everyone had a good side. And she was planning on giving Draco Malfoy the benefit of the doubt, since after all she would soon find herself living in closed quarter with him; in the head dorms.
"So, care to dance Granger?" Draco asked pulling her out of her thoughts.
Hermione looked back, towards the table she had been sitting at only an hour ago. Her eyes met Ron's stare, who then gave a pointed look towards her entertained hand with Draco's. That was all she needed to push her in correct the direction.
"Only if you think you can handle me, Malfoy," she teased turning her head look at Draco.
"I'm always up for a challenge." Replied Draco a bit taken aback by her teasing manner, but not staying behind.
"Well then lead the way!"
Taking a firmer grip of Hermione's hand, Draco then weaved his way through the crowd of people, towards the dance floor. Hermione had to bite her tongue until she tasted blood, just so she wouldn't turn her head to seek Ron's face.
Lights by Ellie Goulding started playing as soon as they went to the dance floor. Many songs Hermione knew, and was shocked that Draco knew how to move to, were played. Along others she couldn't name, since she hadn't been out listening to music much lately.
Hermione and Draco were moving their bodies in sync to the beat of DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love by Usher ft. Pitbull. When Hermione felt a tap on her shoulder, assuming it was just someone who had bumped into her like the rest of the people in the crowd. Until they pulled her elbow did Hermione turn around.
It was Ginny who had been trying to gain her attention. With a glint in her eyes Ginny said "Herms, I think we should go the club's closing in 1hour."
"Do-" Hermione was about to grudgingly start. She didn't feel like facing all of her friend's comments to her befriending Draco, and she also wasn't ready to leave Draco. Not that Hermione granger would ever admit to that.
"If you want I could take you home, Hermione." Draco quickly said, before Hermione could say another word.
Ginny raised her eyebrows at Malfoy's use of her best friend's first name.
"I don't want to part with you just yet. After such a wonderful night, the least I could do would be taking you home." Draco voiced her own thoughts as well.
"Yeah I would love that, thank you Draco." 'so much for not admitting it', she thought. Hermione continued, "Would you think it'd be fine with the others if I stayed here with Draco?"
"Yeah, I suppose it would." Ginny let out an exasperated breath, and turned to Draco. "Malfoy, you better bring her back just like she is, I want no missing pieces, and take good care of her." She said it in such a commanding voice that Hermione smiled at hearing such affection and caring in Ginny's tone.
"No worries Weasley," Draco paused and looked at someone who was behind Ginny, "and Weasel, I'll bring her back safely. Maybe in a bit better shape," He added winking at Hermione.
She could tell he was joking, and was about to let him have it when she noticed Ron had approached them, and decided to play along; by playfully smacking his broad chest.
Hermione looked at Ginny then at Ron, who shockingly didn't have Lavender glued to his side.
"Don't worry I'll be back home soon, okay?" said Hermione.
"Ginny just leave them. She'll do what she bloody wants in the end." Ron angrily said. Hermione was taken aback, and then angered by his tone and manner of speaking to her.
"Yes I will thank you very much. I'm more than capable of making my own decisions," Hermione said, and then added "Don't worry Gin I'll be back home in about one or two hours, okay?"
After a couple minutes Draco had convinced Ginny to let Hermione stay behind, while Ron began to turn from one shade of pink to another. Since Draco had begun to caress Hermione's bare shoulder, while wrapping his arm around her waist and surprisingly, Ron said no word.
As the gang began to exit the club Harry looked back.
Harry shot Draco a warning glare and Hermione a "We are so talking about this later" look, to which Hermione felt herself nodding to.
As soon as Hermione's friends were out she asked. "So what time will we be leaving the club?"
Hermione felt brave, and daring. She was fully aware she was playing with fire. And Draco Malfoy was that fire.
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