Chapter 4

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A gravely concerned Kingsley Shacklebolt sat across his Head of Magical Law Enforcement.

His brow creased in worry, "We must act fast," he said urgently.

Harry leaned forward and studied the Muggle picture, bringing it closer to his face, "This is no ordinary killing, traces of magic were strong at the site."

His expression grave but unnerving, "We stopped them once, we will stop them again," he informed the Minister of Magic confidently, slamming the picture down on the table.

The Club was impressive.

Painted in black with hints of green, two floors lined with booths, plush fluted back seating and three bars catered to the throngs of people that came through the doors.

Maintaining standards was not easy and strict policies applied.

Dress to impress was their motto.

Reservations poured in, while the line to get in went around the corner

Draco lounged against the luxurious couch in the VIP section, watching his friends with interest.

The overhead lights bounced off the walls and over the crowd, bathing them in layers of blue, pink, and purple rays.

"Damn son, this place is lit tonight," Theo yelled over the music.

Draco grinned lazily, he took a sip of the golden-brown liquid in the intricately carved tumbler and savoured the taste.

It lingered on his lips; he licked his bottom lip, wanting to taste more.

The DJ was hammering it in, and the crowd was going wild. The place was bursting at the seams.

The thud of the beats echoed through space, and he found himself moving to it where he sat.

Draco glanced over at Blaise, he was at the edge of the dancefloor with a sexy brunette, grinding into her, while she moved closer into his embrace.

Theo felt his gaze drift towards the bar at a cute little blonde in a short red dress, he winked at Draco before heading over to her.

Moments later he saw Theo engaging the girl in conversation, whispering in her ear and intimately brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

The girl enjoyed the attention, she laughed at something Theo said.

His friends were clearly having an enjoyable time, while he nursed his drink. It was discomforting.

He scanned the immediate area again lazily; his head wasn't in the game today.

Had Granger fucked with him again?

He had thought of little else for the past three days but her leg around him, and the feel of her skin underneath his fingers.

Brief it might have been, but powerful just the same.

Draco spotted her at once.

Lazy or otherwise, she was hard to miss.

He studied her movements with a smile.

Finally, he was interested.

Her gorgeous black hair moved in perfect synchronization with her fluid body movements.

She moved with the confidence of an exotic professional dancer.

Draco leaned forward, not a subtle man, he usually got what he wanted.

Except for the one woman he wanted, damn Granger!

The woman was aware that she had an audience.

She tossed her hair back and smiled at him, the corners of her delectable mouth curving slightly upwards, not to show too much enthusiasm but enough to keep him interested.

The woman knew how to play the game, he liked that.

Draco kept his tumbler on the glass table and turned to approach the woman when a vivid flash of familiar brown caught his attention.

His curiosity spiked, he glanced in its direction.

Hermione!

Of course, it was her, and worse she was dancing with Cormac.

What the fuck was she doing with that tosser?

An unsettling coldness crept upon him, it seeped into his skin.

He had gone years without any contact and now she was under his nose, fucking with his mind and senses.

He felt like he was fucking seventeen all over again.

Draco scanned the area with interest and recognized, Luna, Girl Weasel and Potter at another VIP table, dancing and moving to the music where they stood.

Weasel shit seemed to be missing from the festivities. He was glad he didn't have to face the moronic piece of shit!

They were having fun; he watched the mismatched group in amusement.

He glared at Hermione dancing with the Gryffindor fucktard, she looked sexy in her tight little hot pants and thigh hugging boots.

His eyes took in a bright pink sash hung across her clumsily, he watched amused as she tugged at the sash and discarded it.

It suddenly dawned on him why they were here.

Draco frowned, summoned the server closest to him and ordered complimentary bottles of champagne to be sent to Potters table.

He decided on greeting his old schoolmates, not that Potter and the rest were ever his mates, but things had changed over the years.

He glanced over at his friends, Theo was firmly attached to the blonde and Blaise had disappeared with his girl.

Harry saw the tall platinum blonde Slytherin walk towards him, sidestepping people to get to their table.

"Potter," Draco greeted icily when Harry was within earshot.

Harry gave Malfoy a look of indifference, "Malfoy, fancy meeting you here."

Draco smiled smugly, "This is my club, Potter, Blaise and I own it."

Harry raised his eyebrows impressed, "It's a good place."

The server brought over two bottles of champagne, Draco nodded his approval and dismissed him.

Harry was clearly puzzled, he stared at the bottles.

"My treat," Draco resorted politely and glanced at Hermione, "For the bride to be, Grangers Hen night, I presume?''

Harry took a swig off his drink, "Yeah, it is."

Ginny came over, staggered as she rose to give Draco a quick peck on the cheek.

"Malfoy, what's uuuup?'' She asked cheerfully and loudly.

Harry snorted and Draco laughed, "Nice to see you too."

He refrained from calling her Weaselette.

"Draco, it is wonderful to see you," Luna greeted him next in her whimsical yet pleasing voice.

Surprisingly, she reached up to give him a quick hug.

Cormac got bolder and Hermione was getting bored trying to move away from his covetous advances.

She groaned visibly but that did not deter the slightly drunk, tall Gryffindor.

Good looking he might be, but he had the manners of a mountain troll.

She looked to her friends desperately to save her from the clutches of Mclaggen.

He was a foot above the rest, the ice blonde Slytherin was at their table, conversing with her friends.

He looked dangerously sexy in a black shirt and trousers, she played with her fingers nervously.

Excitement fluttered through her.

Hermione deserted Cormac on the dancefloor and gravitated towards Draco.

Theo abandoned the blonde at the bar and joined Draco, he didn't waste much time as he engaged Luna in conversation.

Draco hid a smirk; It was obvious that Theo had a crush on the mystic and quirky blonde.

Interesting! Draco thought to himself momentarily.

He felt eyes on him, and he concentrated on the woman coming towards him, shapely hips swayed as she walked up to him confidently.

"Would you like to dance?" she requested boldly, clearly, tired of waiting for him to make the first move.

Theo let out a low whistle, "Always the lucky one, Drake," he smirked and fixed Draco with a look.

Even Harry eyed the tall woman and swallowed, Ginny, nudged him in the ribs.

He winked and questioned, "What?''

Draco smiled politely and took the woman's hand in his, "Sure, let's go," he passed Hermione making eye contact as they swept past each other.

His fingers lightly brushed against hers.

Did he see a hint of jealously in her fiery brown orbs?

The raven-haired beauty wasted no time, she moved close to his body and they started to move to the music, keeping to the rhythm.

The woman was sexy and a good dancer but despite her closeness to him, Draco felt his gaze drift towards Hermione often.

Fucking great!

Hermione watched with narrowed eyes as Draco got close to the woman he was dancing with; it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Why? Fuck if she knew.

They made eye contact over the crowd of people.

She watched the woman pull him closer to her hips.

Hermione glared involuntarily, disgusted by her own reaction, she quickly put an arm around Ginny and turned away.

She was parched and her throat felt scratchy.

Hermione bent over the glass table with her back to the dancefloor to fix herself a much-needed drink. Not satisfied with the taste, she added more vodka to the mix.

The air around her changed, she knew that smell, she knew that presence. The small hairs on her neck came to life at his closeness.

Hermione straightened up, her breathing quickened. Why the fuck did she react like this every time he came close to her?

Get a grip, Hermione!

She only heard a whisper, "Do you want to dance, Granger?''

Draco's lips lightly brushed her earlobe and Hermione gulped.

She turned to face him coolly, hoping no one sensed or saw her discomfort.

Hermione pressed her legs together tightly, willing every feeling to go away, "S..s..sure Draco," she almost stammered.

Harry and Ginny watched them intently.

Ginny had an interesting smile on her face as she mouthed, "Go on, Mi."

Draco took her small hand in his and Hermione watched him curiously.

He steered them away from the crowded dance floor and onto a VIP platform, waving his hand at the security, they shifted to his command.

What the fuck was going on?

He smiled down at the perplexed woman in his arms.

Draco placed his hand on her waist and gently pulled her close to his body, too close.

The music changed and they started to move.

Hermione couldn't help it, he was like a magnet pulling her in.

Her arm went around his neck while she moved against his body.

When the beat picked up, Draco pulled her closer but Hermione turned in his arms, her back to him, she moved her hips against his in perfect rhythm to the music.

Draco felt her arse rub against his groin.

Merlin! He was growing hard.

Focusing every ounce of willpower not to act on it, instead, he took in her scent.

It was womanly, pleasing, tickled his nostrils and so completely her.

He let it surround him.

The raven-haired woman glared at them, obviously not happy that her conquest was cosying up to another woman.

Hermione stared the woman down, challenging her.

Draco's hold on her tightened, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and she felt his hot breath ghost her skin.

She leaned back into his firm chest.

Boldly reaching back, Hermione locked her fingers in Draco's silky hair continuing to move her hips against his.

It was hot and steamy; she was losing herself, again.

Draco followed her stare with a smirk, "Trying to prove a point, Granger?"

Hermione turned to face him and grabbed onto his shirt with her small hands.

"Maybe," she whispered huskily.

"Are you taking her home tonight?'' Hermione mumbled, unable to keep the contempt out of her voice.

"Maybe," Draco replied, enjoying her obvious discomfort.

He didn't skip a beat, "Unless you want to come with me."

Hermione stared at him trying to read his face.

Was he fucking serious?

He was dead serious.

He glared over her head and tore himself away from her reluctantly and hissed, "Your fiancé is staring at us."

Stupid Weasel Shit ruined the moment!

Ron glared at them furiously, his chest heaving in fury.

Hermione quickly let go of Draco and he let out a laugh, "That was fun, Granger."

Hermione rolled her eyes and hurriedly made her way over to Ron.

The Weasel was not happy.

Draco loved it.

Ron was livid, he waved his long arms yelling at Hermione and pointing at Draco.

He grabbed Hermione roughly and Draco tensed, his hand automatically reaching for his wand, but before he could step in, Hermione pushed the Weasel back and Potter was playing mediator.

Blaise returned, his girl nowhere in sight.

He observed from a distance the situation unravelling before him.

He had seen Draco stiffen when Weasley grabbed Granger and he would be ready to back up his best friend if needed, but he knew Weasley stood no chance against Draco.

Perhaps, if Potter joined the fight Weasley might have a fleeting chance but with Theo and himself by Draco's side, it would be a valiant but futile attempt.

Draco watched Hermione and Weasely, the red-headed arsehole seemed to have calmed down and pulled her into a hug.

With a snort he took a sip, as a man he could hardly blame Weasley for acting the way he did.

He had practically made love to the pathetic fucker's fiancé while dancing.

Fuck Weasley! Draco thought, his anger returning to full strength.

He really didn't give a flying fuck about Ronald Weasley!

Granger deserved better than the mediocre wizard she had settled for.

Theo appeared and sat next to Draco exhausted, "I just want to say, that I love you guys for buying this place."

Draco gave Theo a look, "Yeah, that's why we did it mate, to give you a chance to get laid."

Theo laughed in his boyish way and pouted, "I know you love me, Drake."

"Yeah, keep talking Nott, where the fuck is Blaise?" Draco asked glancing around.

Theo smirked, "Where the fuck do you think?''

He sprang to his feet and said happily, "I'm going to ask Luna to dance again."

Draco watched his friend all but drag a laughing Luna to the dance floor.

Ron kissed Hermione heatedly with his eyes locked on Draco.

Ron narrowed his eyes, a smug smile plastered on his face.

Who did the slimy git think he was? Cosying up to his fiancé!

Draco sneered and showed him the finger.

Poor Weasel, he thought to himself but his insides burned at the sight of him with her.

Ron hissed dangerously and Hermione followed his gaze; her eyes sad, she gave Draco an apologetic smile.

As much as Hermione hated to admit, she loved being in Draco's arms, it felt dangerously sexy and, somehow, right?

Being with him always made her feel safe, weird as it sounded.

Her head was beginning to spin with all these unanswered questions.

The night over, the crowds dispersed.

The cleaning staff was busy at work before stains settled in and the upholstery was ruined.

The three ex-Slytherin men sat in the small office on the topmost floor.

Draco and Blaise laughed loudly while Theo spoke about Luna eagerly.

"Come on, you fuckers, I really like her," He pleaded, frowning at his friends.

Blaise put his hands up in defence, "Okay Theo, what the fuck do you want? Our blessing?"

Draco high fived Blaise, "Mate, if you like her then fucking go for it without being a moron."

Theo smiled warmly. He knew his friends meant well, this was their way of telling him that they approved of Luna.

Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco and spoke up, "You were getting pretty fucking cosy with Granger."

Draco glanced at his friend lazily, "I don't know what you're talking about mate."

Theo straightened up, "Like hell you don't, you were all over her."

Blaise laughed hard, "You fucking like the Gryfindor swot."

Draco got up and straightened his shirt and declared confidently, "This conversation is over, I have a rather pretty woman to escort home."

Theo and Blaise watched from their Eagles nest, as Draco put his arm around the raven-haired woman and made their way out.

Theo leaned over to Blaise, "Well he didn't deny it."

Blaise smirked, "You can't deny the fucking truth, mate."

Hermione was exhausted but Ron insisted on spending the night.

The minute they got to her apartment; he was all over her.

Truthfully, she was tired and not remotely interested but it was obvious Ron needed reassurance.

His ego had taken a severe beating after watching her dance with Draco.

Gathering all her strength, she gave herself to him.

She did love him after all. Sort off, at least.

But a certain blonde kept invading her thoughts.

Go away, Draco! Please, leave me be.