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Tonight's The Night	By : andihooper Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She let herself out of the room and made her way down the three flights of rickety stairs to the saloon bar where, above the hubbub of drinking customers, she could hear a cut-glass accent, and it sounded livid.
"I have a long-standing arrangement with this establishment that I be given the attic room whenever I require it, whether it is occupied or not.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, sir, but the Inn is chockablock tonight. I only have room twenty-three empty. There's a function downstairs and many of the guests have booked rooms..." The voice had a noticeable tremble to it.
"That is not my problem," hissed Mr. Malfoy. "but I promise it will be yours if my usual room is not made available to my son within the hour."
Hermione came down the last turn of the staircase and saw the unmistakable white hair of both Lucius and Draco Malfoy as they stood arguing with Tom, the Innkeeper. Poor Tom looked stricken. How dare the Malfoys terrorise him like that.
She glided over to them.
"Mr. Malfoy..." Gosh, her voice sounded so cool and mature.
All three turned as she spoke and she noted the different reactions on their faces.
Tom still looked stricken, but relieved that someone was here to help.
On the other hand, a silky smile appeared on the face of Lucius Malfoy as he ran a lecherous eye over her body, until she felt she'd been stripped naked. Then recognition hit him and the smile dissolved.
Draco scowled.
"Granger. What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for Harry's party," she answered, dissmisively and then turned straight to Lucius. "Mr. Malfoy, I have booked the attic room for tonight and I have no intention of moving, so there is absolutely no point in you terrorising Tom. If there is an issue, you must take it up with me."
Lucius Malfoy's steel-blue eyes glared at her for a moment and then a sneer crept over his face,
"In that case - we shall take room twenty-three. I have no wish for my son to stay in a room which has been soiled by a mudblood."
He snatched the key from Tom's sweaty hand and swept to the stairs, followed by Draco who threw a smirk at her.
"You look like you're touting for business, Granger," he bitched before disappearing from view around the staircase.
"Oh, thank you, Miss Granger, thank you..."
"That's OK, Tom, really..."
"Thank you...oh...thank you..."
Hermione backed off towards the cellar stairs knowing she would never get away from Tom otherwise.
The cellar was lit by a rainbow of miniature lanterns floating high in the ceiling, but still the place had a dark, intimate look to it. The music was loud, the air heavy with smoke and alcohol fumes. All ready the room was crowded with guests.
She said 'hi' to a few people she recognised as she pushed through the throng, until...
"Hermione!"
Ginny, wearing shiny white trousers, sparkly white top and a leather jacket, waved frantically at her and pulled her over to join a group made up of Neville, Fred, George and Bill Weasley.
"Bill!" Hermione cried in surprise and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. "I didn't know you were in town."
"Couldn't miss Harry's party now, could I? Wow, Hermione! You've certainly...grown since I last saw you. You look fantastic!"
"Ooo looks fantastique?"
A rather stunning woman in a tailored black dress sidled up to Bill, wine glass in hand, before turning and seeing Hermione.
"Oh, 'ermione." Fleur Delacour leaned in to Hermione and air-kissed both her cheeks. "Is good to see you. I adore zat lipstick colour..."
"Wait till Ron sees you!" laughed Bill.
"Twenty galleons says he'll run a mile," said Ginny.
Hermione laughed along with them, but really she was cringing.
She loved Ron. If he had asked her out in sec second year, or the third or even the fourth, she would have accepted like a shot, but now...she'd moved on and tonight her sights were set elsewhere.
Very much so.
Unfortunately, she was still aware that Ron fancied her and it was something she tried not to feel guilty about, especially as everyone seemed to assume she was just waiting for him to make his move.
"Fred, that's the hundredth time you've looked at your watch," said Bill. "Are you that bored?"
"Nah, we're just waiting for Harry's present to arrive, that's all," said George.
"Oh, no, what've you got planned?" said Ginny, suspiciously.
"Nothing!" cried the twins, innocently.
"It's just something we couldn't bring with us, that's all." added Fred.
"Oi, oi! Here's Ronald..." shouted Bill.
They turned as Ron's head bobbed in and out of the crowd.
"Ron, mate - come here," said Bill, rotating his hand to reel Ron in. "Come and meet this gorgeous female."
Ron came up, grinning - beer glass in hand.
"Ron Weasley, I'd like you to meet...oh, sorry, sweetheart, what was your name again...?" Bill joked, grinning at Hermione.
Ron gawped as he saw Hermione.
Flushing the deepest red it was possible to go he looked her up and down, mouth open while everyone else studied his reaction, grinning.
"Say something, idiot," laughed Ginny.
"Her-mio-nie!" He managed to splutter. "F****ing hell!"
"I think that's a compliment," laughed Bill.
Ron's face had a peculiar expression.
"Ron? Are you OK?" said Ginny, suddenly concerned.
"Erm..yeah...er...could you..." He handed Neville his glass of beer. "Just gotta go to the..." He limped off, in the direction of the john, to howls of laughter.
"Where's Harry?" asked Hermione, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Oh, he's around somewhere," said Bill, taking a quick look. "He's in big demand tonight."
He certainly is, thought Hermione, feeling an enticing little flutter down between her legs.
"I'm sure he'll want to know you're here," said Neville, craning his neck. "I think he's over by the bar..."
Hermione needed a drink anyway.
Of course she did.
Feeling her heartbeat increase as she pressed her way through groups of people, she made her way to the bar, her eyes scanning the faces, smiling at many she recognised.
"Have you seen Harry?" she asked a couple of boys standing at the bar.
"He was around here a minute ago...hey, where you going? Stay and talk with us for a while..."
She smiled absently as she turned away. Walking further along the bar, she reached over and grabbed one of the glasses of wine set out on silver trays, and took a large gulp.
Looking over the heads of people, she spotted a mass of untidy hair which could only belong to one person...
She took another mouthful of wine and made her way over.
Harry was talking to Susan Bones and a girl Hermione didn't recognise. Both girls looked to be hanging on Harry's every word.
Hermione stood and watched for a moment, amused by the sight. In his last year at Hogwarts Harry had no end of female admirers, all seemingly eager to drop their knickers at his command. She'd heard rumours, but he'd never really revealed - to her at least - how many offers he'd taken up.
And what makes you any better than them, Hermione Granger? she thought as she pushed towards the little group.
Harry spotted her and his face lit up. He stepped forward and hugged her and for a moment she felt his hands on her bare back. Then he kissed her on the cheek and she almost reeled at the delicious scent of aftershave on his jaw.
"I was wondering where you'd got to," he said, grinning at her. "You look...wow..."
"Hi!" she breathed and immediately scolded herself for sounding like a besotted groupie. "I was just talking with Bill and Ginny."
"Has Ron set eyes on you yet?" he grinned, looking her up and down.
"Yes." she said without offering anything else. Why was everyone so obsessed with her and Ron this evening?
"Harry?" said Susan Bones in an attempt to bring his attention away from Hermione. Her friend was eyeing Hermione suspiciously. "How many people have you invited?"
"Oh, God knows. I handed out about fifty invitations plus partners, but I have a sneaking suspicion more were forged and sold by Ron's brothers, Fred and George. I hardly know anyone here." He laughed.
Susan Bones and her friend giggled.
God help me if I ever behave like that, thought Hermione.
"Oh, Harry, look - the dancing's started..." said Susan.
They all turned towards the centre of the room where six people were all ready jumping around to the music.
When Hermione turned back, she saw both girls beaming hopefully at Harry and it took all her willpower not to laugh.
"Well it's a bit early for me..." Harry started, and then saw the looks on their faces. "Well, I suppose..." He grinned helplessly at Hermione. "Susan, come on then..."
Harry handed Hermione his glass of beer and then led Susan to the dance floor. Susan's friend grinned at Hermione.
"He's really cute, isn't he? Have you known him long?"
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