It was a typical guy's night out, at least for him it was. He had been to too many of these types of shows before. Though he must admit, that there was something about New Orleans that gave off a certain thrill. Between the scantily clad women, booze, and the upbeat music. All mixed together rather nicely making the experience all that more invigorating. The sun had just set behind the buildings bringing forth dusk. If he was back at the hotel he'd most likely be sitting by the window, sipping whiskey, and admiring the sunset. Or even back home at the manor.
He wasn't sure why, but something in his gut guided him towards the plain building. It looked like any other hole-in-the-wall club or restaurant there on Bourbon Street. His mind seemed to have shifted into auto-pilot, later, he was sure he would blame it on the alcohol or present company. He learned to trust his gut feelings though, after the war, just two years back. He barely managed to register that he was leaving the others behind.
"Don't know about you lot of idiots, but I'm going to go grab a bite and possibly rest for a bit from the crowds gathering." Draco drawled heading to the door.
"Oi! We're coming Malfoy!" The Weasel shouted as the rest of the group followed close behind. Rolling his eyes, he paid the entry fee for the group. Quirking his brow as the hostess explained that they were just in time for the burlesque show that would start soon. Blaise whistled as he observed the scantily clad women walking by. They looked like they were in their knickers and a jumper six sizes too small. "Damn, muggles sure know how to appease blokes." Blaise praised while eyeing them with hungry eyes.
"What can I get ya boys?" One of the women asked plopping down a stack of menus once she came to the small table they had seated themselves at. She was a pretty-looking creature, Draco noted, from the short '50s styled bob the color of raven black that fitted well to her petite form. Scanning her, he registered the copious amount of multi-colored plastic beads hanging from her neck that barely hid her breasts to the rather tight-looking sorts.
"Whiskey will do ma'am," Potter answered for everyone as he passed the menus. Only to falter as the lights dimmed, whistles and shouts irrupting from various men around the wizards.
Draco wondered what exactly it was that was causing such actions from these muggles. His grey eyes followed their gaze to the stage. The red velvet curtain was illuminated by a bright circle of white light. Just as a slender leg dipped out teasingly, causing the room to fall deathly silent, just as a voice of pure silk and femininity followed suit. The band backs up the woman without overpowering her, only making her that much more alluring.
"You had plenty money 1922."
Slowly the woman sauntered out. Her hips swayed as she made precise steps along the stage, demanding that all eyes focus on her. If there was one thing Draco Malfoy loved, it was a woman's legs, and this woman had legs that looked like they ran a mile long in her silver strapped four-inch heels.
"You let other women make a fool of you. Why don't you do right, like some other men do?"
The woman continued to sing as she turned walking towards a wall, using it as she slowly slid down slightly, greeting him with more leg for a brief moment before hiding behind the deep green fabric of her dress once she stood to continue her teasingly slow walk towards a bloke that looked ready to kiss her feet like a goddess. His eyes followed the fabric of her dress that dragged slightly, her left leg gracing its presence from the slit that ended just a lick from her perfectly round bottom. The fabric left little to the imagination as it clung to her curves. The dress rustled silently as she slowly walked off the stage, sitting on the bloke's lap as she sang the next part of the song only to push him away gently and walk away towards another table.
"Get out of here, Make me some money too."
Draco's eyes slowly slid up the dress again, eyeing the slightly soft ringlets that just brushed the beginning of her bum and the end of her lower back. As she reached her destination, she pushed another bloke down into his chair, he too was ogling her.
"You're sittin' down wondrin' what it's all about. If you ain't got no money they will, put you out."
The deep green fabric dipping low on her back just touching the tips of her hair, he noted as she turned to continue to another table. His eyes flickered to the barely covered mounds bouncing ever so slightly on her chest with each step. That he assumed would fit perfectly in his palms if her were to massage them or just even hold them.
"Why don't you do right, like some other men do? Get out of here, Make me some money too."
The woman continued with her song, keeping her voice silky and husky with need. His mouth had long gone dry and his trousers felt tight. Draco found himself entranced as he followed the woman around the room.
"Now if you had prepared 20 years ago, You wouldn't be a wandering now from door to door."
She continued to sing, her elbow-length black velvet gloves drifting from their purses on her hips to a woman's shoulders. The woman blushed as she glanced from the singer to her partner that seemed to grin wolfishly at the display, only to start as the singer moved her hands to the guy's chest, singing to him before moving on.
"Why don't you do right, like some other men do? Get out of here, Make me some money too."
Having circled the room she made her way to the stage. The men were around, looking ready to salivate and kiss the ground she walked on. Reaching the stage, as if even possible, her pace slowed even more.
"Get out of here, Make me some money too."
Biting back a growl, we continued to watch. He wanted to curse these muggles for ogling the singer. He wanted no other being to see her in this dress that clung to her body just right. He wanted to watch the fabric fall like a river of green as it cascaded down her long legs. He wondered if her skin was as silky as her voice or as warm as her sun-kissed skin implied. He wanted her all to himself. He wanted HER.
"Why don't you do right, like some other men do?"
As she reached the middle of the stage, she turned slightly although her hair covered her face, he had been able to glimpse at the bit of rose-colored lips that had peeked out. He could already feel his lips crashing onto hers in a fit of passion.
"Get out of here, Make me some money too."
He watched with anticipation as the singer began to turn towards the crowd, hope bubbling in the pit of his stomach, only for it to fizzle to nothing as she turned the other way and walked teasingly to the grand piano. Her hands ran against the sleek black piano until she reached the end of the instrument. "Get out of here, Make me some money too." The woman sang to the pianist while walking to the middle of the stage. Draco felt the anticipation rise again as she turned back towards the crowd. Her eyes were closed, her head falling back with grace as she dipped down as low as she could with closed legs and her hands on her hips for balance.
"Why don't you do right?"
Even though the makeup was subtle, he could tell that the light dust of green helped bring out the boldness of black eyeliner. He watched as her body slowly slid up as the song started to draw its end. Her eyes flew open and scanned the room with a sultry look, her hands trailing up her body and into her long locks.
"Like some other men do!"
Just as the curtain began to close, his eyes connected to hers. His mind suddenly snapped out of the spell it was under the moment the curtain shut closed. The color in his cheeks drained and his eyes widened in shock as realization struck. His brain finally connects the dots. This vixen he wanted for himself, that had just sung, that had muggle men swooning as if she were a goddess was none other than Hermione Granger. The words tumbled out before he could stop himself.
"The Fuck!?"