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My Little Wicked Witch	By : fuzzydraco Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter world. But I don't. I dont make mullah off of this story. This is just my imagination running wild using her characters. Oh - the songs aren't mine either! :) PLEASE REVIEW.

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Thank you so much for reading. I promise – dance scene will be coming soon!

Chapter 10

Blaise sat looking at his glass. Of all the people in the world you would choose to ogle, it had to be Granger and Weasley, excuse me, Potter. He had to admit it though, they looked hot. Blaise had been standing with his back to the bar watching the dance floor when Draco had snuck off to the loo. He had been left in charge of looking for hotties for the both of them. He turned around to head to the bar for another drink when he noticed two women leaning against the counter. The red head started leaning over the bar and talking to the bartender while the other was looking at the bottles lining the wall. Redhead had her hair curled into ringlets which fell just past her shoulders. She wore a backless brown mini halter dress that accentuated her ass and showed off legs that looked like they could wrap around you twice. The dress was accompanied by matching peep toe brown pumps.

The other woman wore skinny black jeans and a light blue corset top that, from where he stood, held up a good handful of cleavage. Her hair was up in a twist and a few pieces had fallen out and looked to be framing her face. She wore black high heels that lifted the butt that was caressed by those jeans. At that moment he wished to be those pair of jeans. He hadn’t gotten a good look at either of their faces, but he figured they couldn’t look all that bad considering the looks they were getting from the other guys around them. Deciding to introduce himself, he had started making his way thinking the night may turn out better than originally expected. Maybe both Draco and he would get lucky tonight. He reached them just as Redhead said something about getting laid.

“What is this talk about someone getting laid” he said in his sexy voice.

He watched them turn around anticipating the look on their faces when they saw the manliness that had just spoken to them. What the…? He hadn’t thought in a million years that he would try to come onto two of his schoolmates. Least of all Granger and Weasley.

“Zabini! What are you doing here?” Ginny asked crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Shaking the cobwebs from his skull, Blaise immediately answered with the truth, “I love muggle clubs. The music is hot and the women are hotter. I was admiring you two from behind and thought to come over and start a conversation. Didn’t think I would be running into my old schoolmates,” Blaise said looking back and forth between both girls. “Granger, Weasley - you two look amazing! Wow. ”

“It’s now Ginny Potter, Zabini. We’ve been married for three years.”

Of course they would be. Who would have thought differently? Blaise nodded his head, “Always knew you two would end up tying the knot. Congrats. ”

Neither one of the girls looked surprised at his nonchalant demeanor. He really didn’t mind these clubs and was just as surprised to see them here. Damn Granger looks good! He waited for her to tell him to ‘sod off’. She hadn’t said anything yet but he did catch her giving a look to Weasley- Potter- who gave a slight nod in return.

“Why don’t we keep the past in the past and you come join us in the VIP room? Harry, Ron, Luna and Neville are up their waiting for their first shot of the night. ” She pointed up and he followed her pointed finger to the VIP room located above the dance floor. He caught Harry looking down at them.

So that’s who had booked the room tonight! He would have loved to join in the festivities seeing as he had never seen any of them other than in school and it would have been fun to see them pissed but the fact he had dragged Draco along with him for the night made it a little difficult for him to say yes to the invitation. He couldn’t desert Draco or make him come with him.

Bloody hell! How am I going to get Draco up there? This isn’t going to work no matter what I try… hmmm…. “Um. Let me get my buddy first. You don’t mind do you?” Blaise knew it was a shot in the dark but he continued “I have been trying to get him accustomed to this world.” He waved his arms at their surroundings “Still hasn’t made it through his thick skull that there is nothing wrong with non purebloods. His Mum and I are trying. You already know him. ” He tried giving them a way out. Damn, I want to join. Show them I am very different from what I use to portray in school. Can’t bloody do it with Draco though.

As was Hermione, always the thinker, “Can you hold on a minute? I want to double check with the rest of the group if that is alright with you. ” She had always been the sensible one and he assumed by they way she reacted to his news that she knew it was Draco who was going to be tagging along. Perhaps she had changed some over the years and really meant what she had said about "leaving the past behind them". Hell, from where he was standing she had definitely changed! If Granger is anything like she use to be, she’ll have them agreeing to anything. No one ever wanted to go against her. Blaise was thankful there were people like her in the world still. Otherwise who knew where he would be now if not for others that didn’t care if he liked muggles.

Blaise watched the girls walk to the VIP room admiring the view the entire time. He was so enthralled with the movement of their hips that he didn't feel the hand on his shoulder.

Draco, realizing that Blaise was busy taking in the sites, slapped him on the shoulder. “Found anyone yet?” he smirked at his friend.

“You could say that. ” said Blaise under his breath. Before he could suggest to Draco that they should go to another club, fearing what his friend would say or do when he found out about the invitation to the VIP room, he saw Granger head their way.

"Shite" he mumbled. He couldn’t walk out on her now! It would be rude and possibly, no- actually, prove that he hadn’t in fact changed.

Draco turned around and was scanning the crowd looking for someone to shag for the night. He didn’t want something serious. He was okay taking home one of the muggles. I can just use them and leave them. His eyes landed on a curvy woman wearing a blue corset top and black skinny jeans the second she stepped off the stairs and into his line of site.

Elbowing Blaise in the ribs, Draco pointed her out as she walked towards them. “Look at the tits on that one!” Blaise almost choked when he realized it was Hermione and looked back at his friend. He was happy he wasn’t the only one that thought the same thing but thought it was a little disturbing to hear Draco saying it. He wondered what Draco would think or do when he found out who he had just said that about. Blaise would have given everything he owned for a camera to capture the exact moment he actually looked at her face and recognized her.

Draco's jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over. Definition of priceless look would have displayed Draco's picture next to the definition. Blaise had to catch himself before he spit out the mouthful of beer he had just drank.

Hermione didn’t glance in Draco’s direction. She was trying to take her own advice but it was the infamous Draco that she had just invited into the VIP room. Deciding it best to talk to the person she originally invited she started talking to Blaise.

“They said they don’t mind you two joining us as long as you remain civil with everyone. ” Blaise nodded his head not at all surprised with the response. She was stepping out on a limb for them and they better not mess it up. Hermione turned around to get a good look at Draco since she hadn’t seen him in over seven years. His face was slack jawed and his eyes were glazed over and almost bugging out his skull. He even had a small amount of drool starting to peek from one of the corners of his mouth. Hermione put her hands in her what-is-wrong-with-you pose and asked “Malfoy, is there something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Is Draco Malfoy ogling me? He didn’t know it was me! Hermione laughed in her head and kept her straight face directed at Draco.

Waking from his reverie, Draco closed his mouth quickly, and casually wiped his mouth with the napkin he had used to place his drink on. “Granger, what the bloody hell are you doing here and what is this about us joining you?” He looked at his friend for clarification.

“I didn’t get to tell you yet. I ran into Mrs. Potter and Miss Granger while you were in the loo. They‘re the ones that booked the VIP room tonight. They invited us to join them. ” Blaise looked at his friend trying to figure out if this was really a good idea.

Draco looked from his friends face and back at Hermione. He eyed her up and down and raised his eyebrow. He really wasn’t sure he was seeing who he thought he was. Who knew the bookworm had a smokin’ body? Always wore those damned robes. If someone would have told me earlier today that I, Draco Malfoy, would have been eyeing muggle born-Granger I would have hexed them into oblivion. Hey, Blaise would be happy, I didn’t use the word mudblood to describe her. Maybe his psychology shite is working on me! Draco eyed her up and down not caring a bit that she was staring at him and probably wanted to take back the invite. He looked her in the face and immediately noticed her lips. Wow. His mind raced with images of his lips melding with hers and he mentally slapped himself for even thinking about it. I seriously need a good shag. Looking back at Blaise he realized that they were waiting on him for an answer. He could tell that Blaise was itching to go.

“How about we join you for a drink or two. Don’t think I could take much longer than that sitting in your little group’s vicinity. ” He said with a smirk and drink from his cup.

Hermione nodded her head. Still a prat. But a sexy one at that. Shush Hermione! She looked at them both, a spark in her eyes. Hmm, let’s see lets see if they are willing to help me. “Would you guy’s mind helping me bring some more drinks up?”

Blaise stood up and nodded his head at her. “Sure. I’ll pay for this round as a thank you for the invite. ” She looked at him and gave him a genuine smile. He’s being civil.

“Thank you. I think the rest of the guys would really like that.” Not sure about Malfoy though, he can’t seem to quit eyeing me. She walked the remaining distance to the bar. I feel like a piece of meat. I should be use to the leering but it’s Malfoy for Merlin’s sake! Although he is pretty hot. Hermione shook her head and mentally slapped herself. I definitely need to get laid. Malfoy is looking good to me. Maybe I should take up Ginny’s offer and let her hook me up with someone.

She got the bartenders attention and ordered the drinks. After Blaise paid, they each grabbed some and followed Hermione up the stairs. Draco tried to pry his eyes away but he couldn’t get over how much she had changed. He watched her climb the stairs and watched her arse sway from side to side with every step she took. He saw she was wearing black high heel shoes. He caught himself before he let out a soft moan. Blaise cleared his throat beside him, “I don’t think they are gonna like the sight of you staring at Grangers arse upon entering the room.”

“I am not staring at her arse! I’m staring at the drinks I’m holding.” he responded back quickly diverting his eyes from her arse to the drinks in his hands. Blaise laughed and could almost feel the daggers coming from Draco’s eyes.

They reached the top and Blaise and Draco got a good look at the group. There before them sat Harry and Ginny Potter, Luna Lovegood, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom. Everyone was dressed for a night out on the town and they were laughing at a joke someone had just said. Their laughter died down when they caught who had entered the room. Ron looked at Draco and glared at him. Luna caught the look, elbowed him, pulled him close, and then whispered something in his ear which caused Ron to turn beet red. Hmmm, that figures. Weasel is being tamed by the loon? Draco thought. Harry and Neville looked at him but didn’t smile. They just nodded and he could tell that they were putting up with them for Granger and not out of the kindness of their hearts. Ginny looked indifferent to their presence but he did catch her looking both of them up and down, trying to size them up. Blaise set the drinks down on the table, grabbed his pint, looked around and addressed everyone before he took a seat.

“Thank you for inviting us to join you. Draco recommended that we sit around for a few drinks and then we’ll leave for the night. As Granger said to me earlier ‘leave the past there’ so I myself request a clean slate. I would like to apologize and this is a stab in the dark but ‘no hard feelings?’”

Draco coughed and set his drinks down quickly before he could drop them. No hard feelings? I made some of their lives a living hell. I wouldn’t be accepting me with arms wide open! Draco only nodded, afraid that if he opened his mouth they would immediately tell them to leave. If his friend wanted to sit around with this lot he would put up with them for a little bit. There had been plenty of times Blaise had done it for him. Draco sat down facing the dance floor with drink in hand. He didn’t watch anyone in particular but instead wandered through his thoughts.

Blaise said his hellos to everyone and was soon in an animated discussion with both the Weasley’s about their father’s position at the Ministry of Magic. “He still works with the Muggle Department, right? Always wanted to work there!”

Ron shook his head. “If someone would have told me back at Hogwarts that Zabini liked muggle stuff as much as my Dad I would have called them a loon and sent them to St Mungo’s.”

Blaise laughed “Yeah, I had to keep that hidden away because otherwise I would have been killed or even worse. I never truly believed what HE did but ...” he let the thought peter out not wanting to open any old wounds. Everyone looked at Blaise and they could tell that he was remembering things from the war. His eyes had a very distant and distracted look to them. They watched him shudder and take a swig of his drink.

Harry broke the silence. “I can understand about that. They were hard times for a lot of us. Let’s not dwell on that for the time being. We are here to dance and drink!" Harry raised his glass in the air and everyone else, minus Draco, joined in. Looking back at Blaise Harry continued. "I never would have entertained the thought that I would be sitting in a muggle club sharing conversation and drinks with the likes of Zabini and Malfoy. Well, at least exchanging it with you, Zabini.” Harry looked in Draco’s direction but didn’t say anything. Blaise only nodded his head.

At the sound of his name Draco turned around. “Don’t get to comfortable with this little situation. Blaise and my Mum have been trying to get me to see the light. Ha! Like that’s gonna work. Just humoring their little ‘words of wisdom’ for now. ” Blaise cut him off before Draco could get himself in trouble with his yapping mouth.

“I have been taking him around different muggle cities and also showing him different muggle items I like. Can you believe that the Great Draco Malfoy enjoys using pens!” Blaise disclosed to everyone smiling at his friend.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Draco turned away from the group and looked out onto the dance floor once again.

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Draco ignored his friend and lost himself in his thoughts again not wanting to join the conversations going on around him. He couldn’t believe that he had agreed to this. You are an idiot, Draco Malfoy. You are hanging out with a group of people who would probably like to hex you into oblivion right now. Draco took a swig of his drink and watched a group of girls dance below him. His mind strayed back to Hermione and how much she had changed. His mind raced at the thought of what he would like to do to her under different circumstances. He almost smiled and shook his head to stop the thought from progressing any further than it already had. Draco remembered how she had looked back at Hogwarts. He had liked her then but not really for her looks. Majority of the girls he had been with her tall, voluptuous, and lacked the brain power to do anything more than sit there and look pretty. Hermione was okay but just not what he was into. What had held some attraction to her was the fact that she wasn’t afraid to stand up to him. His teasing and jibes that had been directed at her were fired back at him just as hard. He had never met someone who had not been afraid of a Malfoy. That was reason number one, the other being the fact that she was the smartest witch he had ever met, followed only by yours truly he thought with a smile. Not even Blaise, his best mate, knew that he had held a secret crush for her their third and fourth year. His father would have murdered him had he found out. His Mother couldn’t have given a horses arse about who Draco liked as long as they made him happy.

Hermione was also the main reason his Mum and Blaise’s words of wisdom held any truth to him. She was a muggle born and excelled at anything and everything she laid her dirty little hands on. I worked my bloody self into the ground and still couldn’t get the marks she could! There is no reason to keep brooding over the past. She said that to them tonight. Forget the past. Can she get over the fact I tormented her and practically all her friends in school? The fact I was the one who let the Deatheaters in? Or the fact that I would have followed in my fathers footsteps, as much as I really didn’t want to, had Voldemort not been defeated? He couldn’t see himself forgiving someone for the same sins.

Draco mulled over old memories stirred by his proximity to her and the rest of the group. He could hear Golden boys voice, and then Weasels followed by his best friends. He chanced a look from the corner of his eye at Hermione and saw her sitting back with a pink drink in her hand. I never would have thought of seeing her drinking anything other than pumpkin juice. Damn she looks good. Beauty and brains – that is a killer combination. He caught her as she glanced his way and diverted his sight back onto the dance floor hoping she hadn’t seen him. Of all the places my oaf of a friend could have picked to walk into, it had to be this one, with her and her friends attending. He swirled his drink in his hand, closed his eyes, and let his mind continue to fantasize about things that would never be.
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