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Gringotts: Hermione/Lee [Hermione - Pairings]

Ultimate Hermione Pairing Challenge: Hermione/Lee Jordan

February Event: 7. lipstick stains (object) [5 points]

Word Count: 791

"He's incredible," Hermione shouted to be heard over the noise, her eyes unmovable as she took in the drummer of the Gryffindor Boys. Lee Jordan was a God; a gift to Earth.
"He's perfect," Lavender agreed, bobbing her head to the beat. "I also lay claim." Hermione whirled around, mouth agape and eyes wide.

"You can't!" Hermione protested. "That is against every rule we made as friends."

Lavender shrugged, her hair swinging around her face as the song picked up and her head bobbed faster to keep up. Hermione's eyes moved back to the drummer as her favourite song came to a finish. He shot a wink to the crowd, before walking off stage as they'd finished their set.

"I'm going to get backstage," Lavender declared before George Weasley, the lead singer, had got off the stage. "Wish me luck!"

She didn't even stick around to hear Hermione say anything.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation at her friend's actions. It didn't surprise her that she was confident she'd get back stage. She'd tried many times and had got close every one of them, and Hermione had to argue that she didn't think she'd ever get backstage.

"I need a kiss. Or two. Or three. Maybe four but then five wouldn't hurt."

Hermione smiled at the text. It was from her boyfriend and who was she to disappoint.

"Please?" Lavender asked, batting her eyelids. "Are you sure that I can't get through?" The security guard merely stared at her, looking completely unimpressed with her attempt at seducing her way past him.

"Hey, Marcus," a voice called. They both turned to see Fred, George's twin and bass player, walking towards them. "Let her through." Fred's grin was enough for Marcus to finally persuade her. Lavender mistook his look for a leer at her body whilst Marcus knew this chick was going to get the shock of her life.

"Mr Weasley," Lavender drawled. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied. "You a big fan, then?" he asked her, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he led her further backstage. She nodded enthusiastically. "So, who are you really looking forward to meeting?"

"Lee Jordan," she replied, breathlessly. "He's a magician on the drums. I'd like to find out if he's a magician between the sheets too."

Fred barked out a laugh, and rested a hand on the small of her back as he guided her into the room where they were all gathered.

"Guys," he called. "This is..." He paused, looking down at the blonde woman.

"Lavender Brown," she answered with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you all." She looked around the room, smiling at all of them. "Erm," she said. "Where's Lee?"

George snorted, taking a sip of his beer.

"He'll be here in a minute," he replied cryptically. "He's just getting some... good luck."

The band welcomed her to a seat, offering her a beer which she took gingerly.

"So, Miss Brown," Harry Potter, their manager, said, "Who's signature would you like the most? We ask because the guys like their egos inflated and to bully the others."

"She's a Jordan fan," Fred answered for her. "Wants to know what he's like between the sheets," he ribbed, winking at her as she blushed but smiled in amusement with the others.

"Good luck," George said, toasting her with his beer. "You're gonna need it," he repeated quieter so only Harry could hear. "He should be here any second now - And here he is!"

Lee Jordan walked through the door just as George spoke, looking rather dishevelled.

"Lee Jordan," Ginny groaned, grabbing the collar of his shirt and glaring at him. "What is this?"

"Nothing," he diverted, trying to shove her away. She wasn't dissuaded.

"Lipstick!" she exclaimed. "You got lipstick stains on my shirt."

"I didn't," he defended, holding his hands up in the universal sign of surrender. "She's a wildcat when she sees me on stage. I can't control her."

"Not like you'd want to, either," Fred snorted. "Where is your little spitfire?"

"Looking for her friend," he answered, shrugging. "She said that she wanted to tell her about us but she should be here by now." His eyes moved to Lavender and he smiled warmly, though not invitingly.

"Lee," a feminine voice called. "I can't find her, so I guess she got sent away again. Oh!"

Hermione paused in the doorway, seeing Lavender on the settee with a gobsmacked look.

"Hermione?"

"Lavender," she greeted, smiling awkwardly. "You finally got here!"

"What are you doing here?"

Hermione chuckled, moving closer to Lee for comfort who in turn, grabbed her hand. "Lav, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend."