I haven't updated in a while, so two chapters for you lovely readers! I hope you like it…

Disclaimer: Really….seriously, you don't know I don't own Harry Potter by now?

The cab pulled up to the Flipside and deposited Draco and Hermione. The two made their way through the crowds and back to the room dividing the two clubs. When they entered the wizarding nightclub they both went straight to the bar, each needing some liquid bravery.

"Two fire whiskeys," Draco said, the bottles pouring their order almost right away.

Accepting the drink from him, Hermione muttered, "Thanks," before drinking and shuddering as it burned its way down her throat.

"This is a mess…" Draco said, staring at his drink.

"I know…what are we going to do? What if our plan doesn't work?" Hermione asked, swallowing some more fire whiskey, this time coughing slightly.

"Easy there, Hermione, we're not having a drinking contest you know? Slow down," Draco told her, as more of a gentle suggestion than a command.

Setting the glass on the bar, Hermione replied, "I'm hoping it'll dull the fear…"

"Hermione…" Draco said gently, standing up and wrapping his arms around her, "I told you, we'll get out of this. Trust me…"

Hermione looked into his gray eyes. She saw hints of fear, but they were trapped behind a rock-hard wall of determination. Dropping her head onto his chest, she clutched the sides of the bar stool, "I….I do trust you, Draco."

Clearing his throat, Draco rubbed circles on Hermione's back, "Good, I trust you too, which we'll need to if we're going to get out of this."

A slight snore bubbled up from the brunette, causing Draco to pull away. Hermione jumped awake, looking utterly exhausted, "Aw, I was comfortable…"

"Come on, lets dance," Draco said, pulling Hermione off her stool and into the mass of people dancing. Draco started moving to music, while Hermione stood there looking completely uncomfortable. Sighing with impatience, Draco stopped and put his hands on her hips, "You have to feel the music…"

Hermione blushed bright when Draco started to manipulate her hips in sync with the music, "Draco this feels strange…"

"Just relax, close your eyes and feel the music," Draco replied, continuing his attention to her hips.

Hermione closed her eyes, trying to feel the music as he had told her to do. Gasping quietly, she felt Draco's hips start to slowly move against hers. Opening her eyes, she found Draco's molten gray gaze on her. Shivering, she felt herself relax slightly.

"That's right, relax for me…" Draco whispered in her ears as their hips continued to move against each other. When Draco was content that Hermione had gotten the hang of it, he slid his hands up to her frame her face. Lowering his head, he kissed her slowly, as if savoring every second. When Hermione responded, Draco deepened the kiss. As their kisses grew more fervent, Draco decided it was time to leave. Pulling away, he hurried to the exit, tugging a flustered Hermione behind him.

Flagging a cab, he informed the driver where to go, then pulled Hermione to his side and kissed her ardently. Hands began to wander, and the temperature rose as the pair continued to make-out.

"Um," the cab driver cleared his throat.

Pulling his mouth from Hermione's, Draco asked angrily, "What!"

"We're at your hotel, sir," the driver replied.

"Oh…" Draco replied, blinking a few times, "Thank you, here is what I owe you. Now if you'll excuse us."

Dragging Hermione out of the cab, he rushed through the front doors. He was halfway to the elevator when the front desk clerk stopped him.

"Ms. Granger, I just wanted to remind you that you only have a few more days left in your room."

Hermione groaned, she'd forgotten all about that, "Thank you for the reminder…"

"If you would like to extend your stay, it'll be an additional charge on top of the standard room rate," the clerk replied, typing on the computer.

"Um, no thank you," Hermione said, embarrassed that she couldn't reply that it was no problem. But she didn't have the money, she barely had enough to go home on.

"Very well, Ms. Granger…"

Hermione started walking away, but stopped when she noticed Draco hadn't followed, "Aren't you coming?"

"Yea, I need to talk to," Draco squinted to read the name tag, "Reggie real quick, hold the elevator for me. I'll be there in a sec."

"Okay, well hurry up…" Hermione smiled.

"Trust me I will," Draco said quietly, watching her walk away, before turning to Reggie and saying," Okay, first off, its not Ms. Granger, its Mrs. Malfoy, that's my wife, bub. And Mrs. Malfoy will be extending her stay, and so will I."

Reggie grabbed the money Draco held out, sputtering, "B-but this is enough for another 2 weeks…"

"Well, when one doesn't know how long one wants to stay it's always good to be prepared. It's such a hassle being pestered everyday by the help," Draco replied haughtily, elevating his nose a bit and casually putting his hands in his pockets. Draco walked away blithely, leaving a red faced Reggie behind him.

Entering the elevator, Draco found Hermione leaning provocatively against the wall, "Finally, I kept getting funny looks by everyone who tried to use the elevator."

Draco chuckled, sliding his hands down her sides and settling them on her hips. Lowering his head down till their lips were centimeters apart, he whispered, "Where were we?"

Hermione smiled, "Aren't you going to push the button first…?"

Grumbling, Draco pushed the correct floor for his room, "Done…now where were we again?"

"Just shut up…" Hermione ordered, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to her. Their lips crashed against each other. The elevator started moving as Draco deepened the kiss, causing Hermione to moan. They were so immersed that they barely heard the ding that alerted them that they were on the correct floor. Never breaking contact, they left the elevator and haphazardly made their way to Draco's room. Pushing Hermione back against the door, Draco used one hand to rummage around in his pocket for his key. He succeeded in finding it, but it was caught in his pocket. Swearing, he tore his mouth from Hermione's and yanked it free. Jamming it in the lock, he fused his mouth with Hermione's again and waltzed both of them into the room. After a few seconds, Draco became aware that something was very wrong. Breaking off their kiss, he looked around in mute horror. The entire room had been vandalized, pillows slashed, drawers pulled out and broken, mirrors shattered, and personal effects strewn about. Behind him Hermione gasped, stepping out from the bedroom came two men. They were both dressed in dark clothes, and had an 'I'm a Minion' look about them. Draco grasped for Hermione's hand, clutching it reassuringly.

"What do you want?" Draco said authoritatively, his voice much more steady than he felt.

The thugs stood there nonchalantly, until one of them spoke up, "Our boss knows who you two are, and he remembers what you did. He said it was only fair to warn you before he had you killed, he enjoys the chase."

"Well you can tell your boss," Draco replied sneering, "that he can shove it up his arse, I don't plan on being killed by him."

The two chuckled, "They all say that…"

"You two are despicable!" Hermione shouted angrily, "I bet you thought this was fun, you're sick, sick freaks!"

"Watch it lady…"

"You watch it!" Hermione yelled, pulling out her wand. The two thugs responded by pulling out their wands as well and firing spells. Draco charged one, catching him off guard and knocking him over, the impact causing him to lose his wands. Draco started to pummel him until the guy was a bloody mess. Meanwhile, Hermione had relieved the other man of his wand. While Draco looked away towards Hermione, the thug he was fighting managed to jab Draco in the stomach and scramble towards his partner.

"Remember, you've been warned, enjoy the rest of your life," one said, before they both escaped.

Draco picked himself up off the floor and made his way to Hermione, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Hermione replied shakily, "Just a bit shaken, but what about you? That was a pretty hard hit in the stomach…"

Draco winced a bit, but said, "Oh that, that was nothing, barely tickled…"

"Draco…"

Draco looked down at the petite witch who had her hands on her hips and that disapproving look on her face, Draco replied, "Fine, fine, it hurt like I'll get out, but I'll be fine. Right now we need to gather a few things and get the hell out of her, not sure where we'll go though."

"Megan's, she said she'd take us in if we ever needed help," Hermione said, giggling at the look of repulsion that crossed Draco's face, "Not her store, her home, she gave me her address."

"Oh, thank goodness, I don't think I want to see another old lady as long as I live," Draco said, shuddering.

"Well I'll be back, I'm going to get a few things…"

Draco grabbed her wrist as she turned away, "Over my dead body, you're not going anywhere alone, let me gather some things and then we'll go to your room."

Together, Draco and Hermione managed to find a couple unharmed outfits, and Draco gathered a few other things before they moved onto Hermione's room to do the same. Once they were done, they apparated.

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