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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter content advisory: Drugging without consent.

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“You need to stop doing that,” Hermione hissed at Draco as they moved past the confused looking bouncer at the entrance to the club.
Draco shook his head. “I was not about to wait in that queue to get in. It was half mile long!”
“You can’t just keep Confunding Muggles every time you don’t want to wait,” she scolded. But Draco was no longer listening. He was stopped in his tracks, staring with his mouth agape at the action beyond a set of glass doors that still separated them from the main interior of the club. Hermione looked at him and twisted her mouth in concern.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked sincerely but loudly over the muffled yet still prominent thumping bass that was filtering through the doors.
Draco scanned the scene, blinking at the pulsating laser lights and gyrating, grinding mass of beautiful people on the dance floor. “Whoa…” he breathed out.
Hermione glanced at the commotion inside and then back at him. “Maybe we shou-” she started to speak but was stopped by the sound of the door behind them opening to admit several more patrons. Draco and Hermione both turned to see a group of women come in and bypass them --as if they weren’t there—and go to the interior doors. When they opened them, an intense blast of sound exploded through and Draco backed away into a wall.
The women went into the club and the doors shut behind them to block most of the noise again and Hermione went to Draco’s side. “Having second thoughts?” she asked.
Draco tore his attention from the action inside and looked at her with wide eyes. “Do you know how to dance like that?”
“I’m not particularly exceptional at it, but I think I did well enough last time,” she shrugged. “And it’s not exactly difficult. It’s basically just a bit of hip popping and arm wavi- ooh!”
Her explanation was cut short by Draco grabbing her by the hand and yanking her toward the entrance. “I’m ready to learn!” he shouted as he opened the door and they were hit with another blast of sound.
Hermione laughed as she followed him in. “Slow down! I can’t walk this fast in these shoes! And you don’t even know where you’re going!”
Draco simply kept leading her, taking them around the less crowded perimeter of the main floor until he suddenly halted so fast that Hermione nearly ran into him and had to put her free hand on his back to steady herself.
“What are you doing!?” she shouted to him over the loud music. Draco was gawking at a woman that was dancing provocatively atop a raised platform in the middle of the dance floor. He pointed at her.
“Is…is she wearing only knickers!?” he asked in obvious fascination. Hermione looked to the woman in question and nodded.
“That’s what it looks like, yes!”
They stood there then, and simply looked around.
"Well!?" Hermione nudged him after a minute. "What do you want to do now!?”
Draco continued to gaze about in awe. “Everything!”
Hermione smiled and pointed to a row of booths along the wall. “I see an empty table! Do you want to sit!? Or do you want to get a drink first!?” She pointed then across the club to a bar. Draco squinted at each option and then shook his head and pointed to the animated mass of people before them.
“I want to do that!”
He focused his attention onto several couples dancing at the edge and studied the ways they were moving. Hermione watched him scrutinize every movement and then smiled again when Draco started to bounce in place and mimic what he was seeing. When he tried rolling his hips, she chuckled and stepped before him.
“You’re going to hurt yourself!” she said.
Draco shook his head. “You said this wasn’t difficult!”
“Here!” she instructed, placing her hands on his waist. “Like this!”
Draco grinned widely down at her as he allowed her to push at his body to guide his movements. When he got the hang of the general move, Hermione grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips. “Now, with me!” she shouted as she began to roll her lower half in time with the beat of the music.
Draco’s brows rose at the sight of her moving so erotically. “Where did you learn this!?” he hollered at her, pulling her closer. She bit her lip in a coquettish grin and ground against him.
“Gryffindor common room!” she replied. “We all used to do this every weekend!”
Draco stopped dancing and gaped at her. “Really…!?”
Hermione burst out laughing as she shook her head. “No!”
Draco gave her a playful glare. “You think you’re funny, do ya!?” he inquired.
She merely continued to laugh and then twisted herself around in his hold so her back was to his chest. She pressed her backside to him and rolled her hips again. Draco responded at once and slid his hands around her body to splay across her stomach as he proceeded to grind on her. He lowered his mouth to her ear as they found a rhythm and moved together.
“How am I doing?” he asked roguishly. Hermione smiled over her shoulder at him.
“Splendidly!”
They danced that way for a few minutes until Draco inclined his head toward the main floor. “Shall we, then?”
Hermione twisted herself in his hold to face him again. She gave him a peck on the cheek and then nodded. “But I need to pee first!”
Draco frowned when she stopped dancing, but followed after her when she grabbed his hand and lead him toward a hallway. “You can’t hold it!?” he called out to her.
Hermione chuckled. “It will only take a moment!” she hollered back as they came to the entrance of the women’s bathroom. She squinted up and down the dark hallway and then lightly pushed him to stand up against the wall opposite the door.
“Stand right here and don’t move!” she commanded him. “I’ll be right back!”
“The last time I went out with a woman and we got separated for a toilet break, she went off to cheat on me with a Muggle!” Draco replied. Hermine set her palm affectionately to his cheek.
“I’m just using the toilet! I promise! I’ll be right back! And then we can dance as long as you like,” she assured.
Draco took a deep breath but nodded and then watched as Hermione disappeared into the bathroom. He stood awkwardly in the hallway and rubbed anxiously at his scalp.
“Killer tat!”
Draco jumped nearly a foot at the sudden exclamation and turned to see a woman smiling at him.
“Aww, I scared him!” the woman said, looking over her shoulder at several other women behind her that were apparently her friends. “That’s so cute!” She looked back at Draco. “You’re so cute! You should hang with us!”
Draco simply stared at her.
“And I said I like your tat!” the woman repeated. Draco looked around to make sure she was actually addressing him and then cocked a brow at her.
“What!?” he shouted.
She pointed at his exposed Dark Mark. “That’s a killer tattoo!”
Draco glanced down at his arm and then back up at her. “You have no idea,” he replied. She tilted her head at him like a dog trying to understand words.
“Wha’?” she looked back at her girlfriends. “What did he say!?”
The others all shrugged and she returned her focus to Draco and smiled to show off a set of big, perfectly white teeth that glowed slightly with the theatrical black lights reflecting from the main floor. “We’re visiting from the U.S.!” she hollered at him over the blaring intro of a new song the DJ was mixing. She obviously eyed his designer shirt and shoes. “And you look like just the right tour guide to show us around!”
Draco shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t help you!”
“Oh, my gaawd!” the woman squealed, hanging herself on Draco’s arm. “I looove your accent! Australian accents are so sexy!”
Draco cleared his throat awkwardly as he tried to pull away and looked between her and her giggling friends. “I, uh…I’m English actually!”
That clarification only set the girls into another fit of tittering.
“English,” the woman on his arm nearly swooned. She gave her friends a sly look and reached into her cleavage. Draco’s eyes widened comically as he watched her extract a small case from between her breasts. She let go of Draco completely to open the case and took what looked to be two small pills from within it.
“You should come party with us!” she said, offering one of the tiny blue circles to him. Draco shook his head.
“I, uh…I’m not…you see I’m actually here with my wi-” he tried to decline.
“You need to ditch whoever you came with!” she interrupted him rather forcefully, “we are much more fun! Guaranteed!” The others all laughed and batted their eyes again as the woman made a show of putting one of the blue tablets on her tongue. She closed her mouth with a hum and smiled.
“Your turn!” one of the friends said and the woman nodded in agreement, holding the other tablet up on the tip of her index finger to his lips.
“Trust me,” she simpered obnoxiously, “we’ll give you the time of your life!”
Draco swallowed hard. “I don’t even know you!”
She grinned widely. “You can just call me Molly!”
She boldly pushed her finger and the pill with it into his mouth. Draco tried to recoil at once to spit it out, but the woman put her hand completely over his mouth and he froze to stare at her in complete shock.
“Just what do you think you’re doing!?”
The group all looked over at once to see a livid Hermione. She marched right over and swatted the woman’s hand away from Draco’s face. The woman gasped in surprise and then scowled as she went on the offensive.
“Beat it, bitch!” she spat at Hermione. “He’s with us!”
Hermione reached over and grabbed Draco’s left hand to hold it up and display his wedding ring. “Actually, he’s with me!” she sneered right back. The woman glowered at the gold band.
“What a waste,” she said with a disgruntled pout before she slunk away in defeat with her entourage in tow. Hermione glared after them and then nearly chucked Draco’s hand back at him as she faced him.
“What in the hell!?” she snapped. Draco frowned at her.
“They practically attacked me!” he said defensively. “It’s about time you came back!”
“I was away for thirty seconds and yo – why are you smacking your mouth like that!?” Her expression went from angry to worried in an instant when Draco spit out his tongue and wiped his hand over it.
“That Yank tart put something in my mouth!” he said with a grimace. “Tasted bloody awful! Like a dirty Sickle! Ack… I swallowed it!”
Hermione suddenly looked panicked. “She what!? Draco, what was it!?”
He shrugged. “How the hell am I supposed to know!? She put some sort of tablet in her mouth and then said it was my turn! It was small, round and blue! Looked almost like a mint!”
“She gave you ecstasy!?” she nearly exploded. Draco looked at her like she was insane.
“Absolutely not! She was bloody awful!”
Hermione blinked at his response and then, in spite of the situation, smiled at his innocent obliviousness. She went to say something more and then cringed at the intense volume of the music behind them. She quickly cast her eyes about for a quieter space and then grabbed Draco’s hand.
“Come on!” she ordered, tugging him farther down the hall toward an emergency exit. He followed dutifully as she led him to a rather secluded hollow in the wall near the exit that housed another door that looked like it led to a storage room. Hermione threw up a hasty, wandless silencing spell and then backed him up against the wall there and put her hands on his cheeks to hold his head still.
“Do you feel okay?” she asked, inspecting his eyes carefully.
Draco held perfectly still as she examined him. “What’s going to happen?” he inquired anxiously. “What did she give me?”
Hermione frowned as she lowered her hands from his face. “I think she gave you ecstasy, otherwise known by the abbreviation MDMA. It’s a Muggle drug. People take it to get high. It’s almost like the Euphoria Elixir you’d find back home except much more potent.”
Draco scowled slightly. “Muggle drugs? Those…those are bad, right?”
Hermione shrugged. “They can be…”
He spit out his tongue and rubbed at it again. “What do we do?”
“We wait and see how it affects you, I suppose...Wizards and Muggles don’t always react in the same ways with this kind of thing,” she answered with another shrug.
Draco didn’t look quite satisfied by that response. “Can it hurt me?”
Hermione twisted her mouth as she considered him a moment. “I think as long as we keep you hydrated and you don’t consume any alcohol, you’ll be okay. If I had to wager, I’d say it’s more likely that you’re about to start feeling very good very soon.”
Draco looked back after the group of women that had accosted him and frowned. “I was already feeling good until this…”
“Maybe we should just go back home,” Hermione sighed. “We can monitor you more closely there and then come back tomorrow ni-”
Draco snapped his attention back to her and shook his head. “No! I finally got you out in this dress and I’ll be damned if I let some crazy cunt ruin our night!”
Hermione still seemed unsure. “I’ve never taken Muggle drugs before, Draco. This isn’t something I can accurately teach you without more research.”
“Then don’t,” he said. “Let’s just go and pretend like it didn’t happen.”
When she went to open her mouth to protest, he gave her pleading look. “I promise, if I start to feel strange, I’ll tell you at once, and we can leave,” he said.
Hermione searched his gaze and then sighed. “Alright,” came her somewhat reluctant response. “But if you begin to feel ill, even in the slightest…”
Draco held his hand over his heart in solemnity. “I’ll tell you,” he promised again. He lowered his hand and nodded in the direction of the dancefloor. “Now, will you please get that beautiful arse of yours out there so I can show off my new skills?”
A smile found its way back onto Hermione’s face and she hooked a finger onto his belt. “You do have some impressive moves, I must admit,” she said, tugging lightly at the belt to jiggle his waist. But her expression went serious once more. “Are you sure you’re comfortable staying?”
Draco took her hand and lifted it to his lips to kiss it. “You said I’ll probably be fine. I trust your judgement. Now, let’s go party with some Muggles!”
Hermione put a hand to his cheek and then kissed him. “Ok,” she said, pulling back. “Let’s do this then.”
Draco squeezed her hand and grinned ear to ear before taking off down the hall with a laughing Hermione jogging precariously on her heels just behind him.
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Ellen slumped against the door after letting herself in and gave an exhausted sigh. “Remind me why I chose to become a surgeon,” she huffed.
Gene chuckled from where he was seated in an armchair and lowered his book. “Because you wanted to make more money than me,” he said. A grin crept over Ellen’s face.
“That’s right,” she affirmed with a tired nod as she toed off her shoes and set aside her bag.
“Difficult cases?” Gene inquired with sincere concern. Ellen shook her head. She came into the house and stopped at the base of the stairs.
“No,” she answered, “the surgeries were successful. One will need a few more, but overall prognosis is good.”
“Good,” he nodded back. He went back to reading and Ellen looked about.
“Are Hermione and Draco asleep?” she asked.
Gene kept his eyes on his book as he answered her. “They went out to a club.”
Ellen stared at him a moment and then smiled again, fondness shining in her eyes. “Don’t wait up too late for them,” she said, starting up the stairs.
“I’m not waiting up,” he said in an almost petulant manner. “I simply can’t sleep.”
“Whatever you say, dear,” she replied with a knowing lilt. “I’m off to bed.”
Gene made a quiet grunting sound behind his book. “Good night,” he said shortly. Ellen continued to smile as she climbed the steps while shaking her head.
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“Am I glowing!?”
Hermione turned around in Draco’s hold to look at him as they danced. “NO!” she answered him.
Draco lifted a hand from her waist and flexed it in the air. “I feel like I’m glowing!” he announced, never halting his bouncing. “And, holy shit, the air tastes good!”
“I think the drugs are working!” she laughed, slowing her movements to squint at him more studiously through the flashing lights. She put a hand to his chin and tugged his face even with hers and cringed at the sight of his severely dilated pupils. “You look creepy!” she informed him. “Your eyes are almost all black!”
He kept dancing. “And your eyes are like...brown. Like the most fucking brown ever! How are your eyes so brown!? This is insane!” He pulled his head from her grip and roamed his gaze over her hair and grinned like a mad man before patting his hand to her head like she were a poodle. “Holy fucking shit! Have you felt your hair!?”
Hermione grabbed at his hand as he tried to thread his fingers into her curls. “I feel it every day, yes!”
“It’s amazing!” Draco declared merrily. He suddenly took on a look of revelation. “Does mine feel good too!?” He brought both hands up to his head and rubbed them across his scalp. He let out a shuddering moan and rubbed harder. “Fucking hell! My hair is like…it feels like…whoa!”
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh again at his reactions. “It feels good, I take it!?”
Draco smiled up at the high, raftered ceiling and nodded as he set his hands back to her midsection and pulled her close again. “I feel…I bet I could cast a Patronus right now that would fill this building!” He lifted one hand again and pointed his finger skyward. “Expecto pa-!” he started to yell. A silvery blue flare actually erupted from his fingertip and Hermione immediately snatched his hand down, and slapped him hard in the chest.
“Oh, my god! Draco!” she scolded despite her awe at what he’d just done. “You almost cast!”
“That was awesome!” he laughed in delight.
Hermione pushed away from him and gave him the sternest of stares. “If you can’t control yourself then we need to leave!”
Draco held up his hands in supplication. “I’m good! I’m good!”
She gave him a speculative look and he laughed again. “I’m good!” he repeated. “No magic! I promise!”
“Are you sure you’re okay!?”
He smiled so wide that all of his teeth showed and he reached out to her. He gripped her by the hips and danced the two steps between them to pull her flush against his body. He began to roll and grind and she let a smile settle back over her face as she followed his lead. Their bodies moved together, dipping and bouncing and rolling with the beat of the music, and Draco’s fingers skimmed down to cup her backside. She bit her lip at him at that and he lowered his face to hers.
“I’ve never felt better,” he said just before setting his mouth to hers. She responded at once, pressing herself even further into him and they continued to grind as they kissed deeply in the middle of the dancefloor. After a solid two minutes, Hermione tried to pull back, but Draco held on. She chuckled into his mouth as she let him keep going. Another minute later, Draco finally released their lip lock and set a euphoric gaze upon her. “Holy fuck.”
“Still okay!?” Hermione confirmed. He nodded and turned her in his hold so that her bum nestled against his crotch. He wrapped one arm around her waist and resumed rolling his lower half.
“I love this!!” he declared enthusiastically. Hermione laughed again and let herself relax and just dance again. As they moved with the others around them in the flashing lights and blaring music, Draco looked around and spotted a man beside them with a drink in his hand.
The man glanced over to see Draco looking at him and smiled as he held out the beverage toward him. Draco looked once at Hermione --who had her eyes closed as she danced-- and then back at the friendly man. He reached out and took the offered drink. When the man nodded encouragingly, Draco grinned at the glass in his hand and then tipped his head back and drank. When he swallowed the last of its contents, he handed it back to the man who laughed loudly and resumed his own dancing with the woman in front of him.
Draco smacked his lips positively at the taste of whatever it was he’d consumed and cast his eager eyes about for another as he kept dancing.
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A/N: Ok…so those girls at the club…based off people I really met once. They were outrageous and horrible, but luckily not the norm! Most people I met in my clubbing days were friendly and respectful. Just thought I’d mention that.
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