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Just a Dance	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione seriously considered owling in sick to work on Monday but her morals and work ethics wouldn’t allow it. She really shouldn’t let the past dictate her future. It was just a dance. Maybe, if she kept telling herself that, she would believe it.
As it turned out, she didn’t have to worry. Malfoy was just as aloof and professional as always, not even a flicker of his eye let on that they’d done anything but go their separate ways over the weekend. It was both a relief and an aggravation. Maybe she’d read too much into it. Maybe it really was just a dance. And she hated that thought.
By Friday, she seriously needed to unwind. Every single day, she’d gone to work wondering if that would be the day that Malfoy’s mask would crack and he’d make some comment on her serious lack of judgment the prior weekend. Even better, none of her friends had even noticed her dancing with Malfoy. It was like it had never happened. Had she gone barmy?
“Earth to Hermione,” Harry called, waving a hand in front of her face.
She blinked rapidly and nearly dropped the files she was carrying. “Sorry. What did you need?”
Harry shook his head. “You’ve been in some sort of fog for the last few days. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Oh, yeah, just a heavy work load,” she muttered.
It was true after all. She and Malfoy had been handed a huge high profile case involving some of the Wizengamet’s more prominent members. She’d done an admirable job of keeping all of their interactions strictly professional and trying to find ways to convict men who were more slippery than bat bogeys had certainly kept her mind engaged. But in her down time, it wandered back to the weekend before and the hard planes of Malfoy’s chest against her back, his prominent erection, his questing fingers.
“You need to unwind,” Harry said excitedly. “And I have just the place.”
“Not the same club,” she said, trying not to sound too disapproving. But she really didn’t want to run into Malfoy again.
“No,” he assured her. “No, this place is also a muggle one but it’s much more intimate.”
“Meaning you can hound me from all the way across the dance floor,” she said knowingly.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Meaning you can’t sneak away in the middle of a song without a trace and scare us all half to death.”
“I said I was sorry,” she immediately said, almost whining. “I felt sick.”
“Then you shouldn’t have tried to apparate away like that,” Harry growled.
“I was fine!”
“You were drunk!”
“Lover’s spat?”
Hermione nearly let out a yell when Malfoy came up behind her. Then again, they were standing in the file room. His appearance wasn’t that unexpected. But Malfoy’s presence in any vicinity put her on edge now.
“No,” she growled at him, turning back to Harry. “I promise I won’t leave without telling you again. Now can we drop this? I’ve got loads of work to do.”
Harry sighed and kissed her on the forehead. “Okay. See you tonight.”
“See you then,” she called, turning back to the task at hand and studiously trying to ignore Malfoy.
“Big plans this evening?” Malfoy drawled in a bored tone as he started pulling more files.
“Not really,” she said lightly, searching for any clue that he held the previous weekend in any regard. “Just a night out with friends.”
Malfoy hummed. “Best show up sober Monday, Granger. We’ve got to put our best foot forward.”
She groaned and pulled a box up to stand on so she could search through files. “Don’t remind me.”
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Hermione ran her finger around the rim of her glass, catching the last few grains of sugar left over from the French Martini she’d been nursing all night. Harry had refused to let her have more than that so she wanted to make it last. He’d been right about the club, it was much more intimate. There weren’t near as many people and the dance floor was small. Unfortunately, it was also absent of the strobe lights and heavy bass, making it feel ultimately like a couple’s hang out. And she was odd man out.
Ron and the muggle he’d hooked up with the previous weekend, Shane, were all but making out on the dance floor, their bodies undulating to the sensual music. Harry and Ginny were just a few feet away, grinding against one another. They looked good together and much more coordinated when they didn’t have to move their feet. She bit back a laugh and pushed her glass out, signaling their waitress. Harry shot her a glare but she promptly turned her head to ignore him. She was a big girl… and she hadn’t exactly been drunk the last time.
“New club and no dance partner?”
She accidentally knocked her glass over and turned to glare at the bane of her existence. “Malfoy. Taking up stalking, are we?”
“No,” he drawled slowly, making himself at home in the seat beside her. “I told you that I was going to have to find a new club since Gryffindors invaded my old one. Looks like they’ve infected this one as well.”
She huffed and turned to the waitress to order another.
“Gin and tonic,” Malfoy said, flashing the waitress a smile that made Hermione want to throw something at him. “Different tab.”
“Sure thing sugar,” the waitress purred, sashaying off.
“Oh brother,” Hermione muttered.
He did look gorgeous in a white button down and…. Merlin, were those black leather trousers? She couldn’t think about that though. She stared at the floor full of undulating bodies, ignoring him even after the drinks were delivered and the waitress quit flirting with him.
“Not trying to get sloshed tonight?” Malfoy asked after the third time she traced the stem of her glass.
“Not allowed.”
“What are you, five?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, Harry doesn’t want me going home sick this time.”
Malfoy smirked. “Sick, huh?”
“What of it?” she growled, still refusing to look at him.
“I think you’re a rotten liar and Potter is either blind or more stupid than I thought.”
“Blind to what?” she asked, finally grabbing her glass and taking a large drink to keep her from fidgeting.
Malfoy smirked. “You’re good, Granger. I’ll give you that.”
“What?” she asked, finally turning to look at him.
“No one suspects that you can dance like a porn star.”
She sat her drink down and glared at him. “I beg your pardon!”
“Too bad you’re too bloody chicken to take it past half a dance.”
Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
He took a slow gulp of his drink, his eyes wandering over her body. She secretly hoped he liked what he saw. It had taken her forever to transfigure the sparkly black halter dress. It had a cutout at the naval that showed off the belly chain she’d decided to wear and left her back bare all the way to her knicker line. The front dipped low, showing off the cleavage she’d painstakingly charmed to stay put and tied behind her neck, hidden by cascading curls. She wasn’t sure why she’d tried so hard. She’d been convinced that she wouldn’t see Malfoy at the new club. Merlin she really needed to get laid. Malfoy was driving her barmy.
“You ran off on me,” he said finally.
She sniffed. “You must have had a hell of a dream Malfoy. We were never together for me to run off on you.”
He quirked a brow. “So we’re going to play it like that, hmm?”
“Like what?”
He smirked. “Newsflash, Granger. We’re not at work anymore. Your friends are otherwise engaged. There is no one left to posture for. Unless you really are chicken.”
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
“Just another dance.”
She had to clamp her mouth shut to keep her jaw from dropping.
“Scared?” he taunted.
She finally huffed. “Why do you want to dance with me, Malfoy?”
He shrugged. “You’re a good dancer.”
“Oh, so you acknowledge that now.”
He nodded and took another sip of his drink. “I do. But I also acknowledge that you’re a coward.”
“I am not,” she growled.
“Then put your money where your mouth is, Granger, and get your arse on the dance floor with me.”
She sighed. “I can’t do this, Malfoy.”
“What?” he asked.
“Dance on Friday, strangers Monday.”
“It’s just a dance, Granger. No need to start waxing poetic.”
She looked away with a scoff, trying desperately to hide the hurt. She’d been right. It hadn’t meant a thing to him. She couldn’t do this anymore.
“You, Malfoy, are a vain prick and I’ve tired of your egotistical bullshit. I’m out,” she announced, getting up and weaving her way through the tables.
“Wait,” he called, standing to try and intercept her.
“Fuck off,” she snarled.
She made it through the tables when she was forcefully spun around facing a sneering Malfoy. “What is your problem?”
“You!” she hissed. “Just leave me the hell alone and quit fucking with my weekend.”
“One dance, Granger,” he breathed, pulling her into his chest. “You can hate me tomorrow.”
“Why?” she said, almost whining.
“Prove you aren’t a coward,” he said, walking backwards and taking her with him.
“Why is this important to you?”
“It’s just a dance,” he insisted. “I want a dance partner that complements my talents. Besides, are you really too big of a coward to have a dance with a coworker?”
“I don’t want it to be weird,” she muttered, cursing her drink for loosening her tongue.
He smirked and led her onto the floor. “Work is separate from play. Remember that and nothing will be weird.”
“Whatever,” she sighed, closing her eyes and listening to the music for a few seconds before she allowed her body to sway to the beat.
The music changed, faster but still sexy. She snapped her hips, pleased that Malfoy mirrored her movements. She tried not to think about the way she felt when his arms slid down her bare back or the heat that radiated as he spun her and yanked her back into his chest. They moved together like water, not needing to take cues. It was like they’d done this a million times, strange but wonderful.
She slowly relaxed, letting her mind disengage for once. It felt amazing, thinking about nothing but the beat of the music and the burn of her muscles as she ground her hips back into Malfoy. His erection dug into her lower back every now and then but she chose to ignore it. Malfoy grew bolder, his hands wandering all over her body but not straying into dangerous territory. She ignored that too. This was just a dance.
His body moved so sensually against hers despite the fast tempo. If she let herself think for a moment that he felt anything more than friction, she was going to get hurt. Again. She wouldn’t survive another week of emotional distress and debating if he wanted her. She just couldn’t. This was just a dance. Nothing more and they would be coworkers again on Monday.
The song ended, turning into a group dance and she tried to pull away, only to be spun and hauled into Malfoy again. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I danced,” she said, trying to ignore the way his breath ghosted over her neck.
“So dance again,” he said.
“I don’t know this one,” she said, trying to get out of there before she made a fool of herself.
“The directions are in the song, Granger.”
“I’m tired,” she lied, her whole body alive with tension.
He smirked. “You’re a rotten liar. But go on little coward, run like a Hufflepuff.”
“I’m not a coward!” she screeched.
“Then dance with me.”
“Harry and Ron are going to kick your arse,” she warned, hoping she was right.
His smirk grew deeper. “I highly doubt that.”
“Why?” she asked cautiously. He was just too smug about that.
“My secret,” he said, having the audacity to wink at her a moment later. “Come on, Granger. One more dance. This one isn’t even remotely hard.”
She sighed and nodded. He was right. It was an easy dance. The directions were right in the song. Four rights. Four left. Four kicks. Walk in a circle. Of course, one could embellish and she found herself liking that part the most. Half the club was lined up doing it and Harry and Ron didn’t even glance up at her as she and Malfoy took their positions in front. In between the directions, there was time for freestyle, which Malfoy took upon himself to commandeer her and twist her around in complicated patterns that left her dizzy and giggling. It was… fun.
The song ended and once again, she tried to sit back down. “Oh no, Granger. We’re not done.”
“We’re not?” she asked, thoroughly confused as to why he would want to keep her around.
“Oh no,” he said. “Work has been too bloody tense and we both need a chance to work it out.”
“By dancing,” she said flatly.
He shrugged, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Do you know a better way?”
She swallowed and looked away, her mind immediately conjuring images of his delectable body taking his tension out on hers. She could see it clearly, the muscles in his back shifting with the power of his hips as he fucked her against a wall. That would certainly work out the tension. Merlin, she really needed to get laid.
Malfoy didn’t let her think about it further. He pulled her around and forced her to start dancing with him. Luckily, the music was upbeat with a fast tempo and had absolutely nothing sensual about it. She found herself forgetting about her previous thoughts while moving in sync with Malfoy and some of the other dancers on the floor. She clapped to the beat, raised her arms and jumped up and down in celebration, and even let Malfoy dip her a few times.
She was having so much fun that when a slow song came on, she immediately fell into Malfoy’s arms without protest. It only took a few seconds for her mind to register what was going on. There was only a hair’s breadth between their lips as they went down into a dip together. She turned her head to the side, trying to get herself under control. This was just a dance. But then she felt his lips at her neck and she couldn’t help but close her eyes and press closer. He wasn’t kissing her, but the soft drag of his lips against her overheated skin was making it very difficult for her to concentrate on the dance. Her knickers were damp, and not because of sweat.
Draco Malfoy was a sexy beast and if she stayed any longer, she’d fall into the same trap she had last week. She’d think he might actually feel something for her and her heart couldn’t take it. She didn’t want to admit that she was just a bit more attracted to Malfoy than a strictly visual level. And she certainly didn’t want him to know that. She’d be nothing more than another notch in his bloody bedpost and that wasn’t what she was looking for either. Then his hands crossed the barrier from ‘just dancing’ to ‘let’s fuck’, landing squarely in the middle of her arse. She couldn’t take it anymore. She forcefully yanked his hands away, slapped him before she could think better of it, and stormed out of the club without so much as a by your leave.
She was shaking as she turned to disapparate, not caring one whit that she hadn’t told Harry she was leaving. She hadn’t make a peep, leaving Malfoy wide eyed and slack jawed in the middle of the club with her friends completely unaware of what had just happened.

AN: Naughty Draco. Always has an agenda, that one. I was surprised at how easy this story was to put on "paper". I counted them up, I have 10 unfinished fanfics, including Junkies. I also have 8 original novels, all in various stages of completion. Man, this promise is going to suck, but at least you guys should reap the benefits. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I probably look like a psycho, checking my email every five seconds for a notifications. Ah well. What can I say? They make me happy. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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