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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.

Chapter List
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Okay – This is as easy as 1. 2. 3.

1. Listen to Shinedown’s – Sound of Madness.

2. Read.

3. Review.

FYI - Hermione’s name will not come up during the dance scenes because Draco is also thinking a lot throughout it. If I start putting her name in, it may get a little confusing since Draco still has no idea it’s Hermione. You guys know it’s her… but he doesn’t. He’d be ticked that you guys didn’t tell him you knew who the dancer was. Oh well. Lets tease him some more! :)

CHAPTER 5

The light in the room dimmed, the spotlight came on, and the curtains pulled back revealing the dancer. No music was on and all eyes were on her. She was wearing a cape of such a dark blue that it looked as if only the blackness of night could look darker. On her head was a mask like none he had ever seen before. It covered almost all of her face except for her lips and chin. It had black and blue feathers fanning out around the perimeter of it and they encased the face of the mask like a mane. It matched her cape and a pair of long black fingerless leather gloves she wore, but the full length pale pink spaghetti strap dress that covered her to her toes was a brazen contrast to it all.

Guitar strumming reached Draco’s ears first. It was quickly followed by the heavy beating of a bass drum. The music was savage. It made him think of a fighter but the dancer on stage definitely wasn’t portraying that. She walked forward and Draco could see that her chestnut hair hung loosely behind her and looked as though it hadn’t had a brush through it in days. She looked chaotically proper.

Yeah, I get it,

You're an outcast.

Always under attack.

Always coming in last,

Bringing up the past.

No one owes you anything.

She pulled the cape off in one fell swoop and it flew into the audience. It softly landed on the floor beside an older bloke who was too enthralled with the show to care that there was an article of clothing that had just been brushing her body only a meter away

I think you need a shotgun blast,

A kick in the ass,

So paranoid. . .

Watch your back!!

The music pulled and begged for everyone to stand and shout and yell and fight but she looked completely off from the music wearing that dress. What is she doing? Draco thought. She looked like a porcelain doll that didn’t know whether it wanted to be prim and proper or become the naughty witch he knew she was. She rolled her head around and then faced straight ahead. Even from as far back as he was he could see that her eyes were scanning the crowd and he was glad he had chosen his current position.

Oh my, here we go...

He sat there watching her reach up with both hands to the spaghetti straps of her dress. Her fingers pinched the straps and then pulled them down past her shoulders slowly.

Another loose cannon gone bi-polar

Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.

Quicksand's got no sense of humor.

I'm still laughing like hell.

The music was frantic and here was the dancer taking her sweet time stripping. She wasn’t moving like she had the night before. In fact it seemed like she was deliberately moving at that slow speed to compete with the music. Draco was sure they were either playing the wrong music or she was performing the wrong dance, or better yet, that she had gone completely mad.

you think that by crying to me

Feeling so sorry that I'm gonna believe,

You've been infected by a social disease.

Well, then take your medicine.

As the straps slid down her arms, they begged the dress to follow them down. The rest of the dress complied with the straps request and both drifted to the floor at her feet. Everyone in the audience gasped and she began moving erratically around the stage. She swung her hips in small circles and then she began to stomp her bare feet causing her tits to bounce slightly with the beat.

I created the Sound of Madness.

Wrote the book on pain.

Somehow I'm still here,

To explain,

That the darkest hour never comes in the night.

You can sleep with a gun.

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

Draco saw that every part of her body that had been hidden beneath the simple pale pink dress was covered in tattoos. Tattoos? That can’t be. He was too busy picking his jaw off the floor and mopping the drool from his chin that it didn’t dawn on him that she could magically alter her appearance using a simple glamour. He took in her body and damned himself for sitting so far away from the stage again. So many tattoos covered her body that it almost looked like she was wearing a laced body stocking. When she turned her back on the audience, Draco could barely make out that she was wearing a black lace thong.

I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,

If there's an afterlife,

Then it'll set you free.

But I'm not gonna part the seas

The dance was so bizarre and erotic that even the waitresses had stopped to watch. Not that any of the customers cared that their orders hadn’t been filled.

The dancer gyrated her hips and dipped down low to the ground stretching her body across the stage. Every movement she made caused her tattoos to contract and expand. The tattoos seemed to come alive. They moved with her making it look like her body was contorting into strange positions. She grabbed her breasts and pushed them together and threw her head back. She let them go and they bounced back into position. Even though she wore a mask you could make out the whites of her eyes as she greedily looked at the gentlemen before her.

You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.

You think that crying to me,

Feeling so sorry that I'm gonna believe,

You've been infected by a social disease.

Well, then take your medicine.

She lunged at the pole and hungrily rubbed her pelvis against it. She dropped into a split making the majority of the men grab their crotch. She leaned away from the pole and screamed along with a few of the lyrics. She looked feral, like she was out for a kill. She twirled around the pole and then brought it between her tits. Draco imagined it was his pole that was resting there and he groaned deep in his throat.

I created the Sound of Madness.

Wrote the book on pain.

Somehow I'm still here,

To explain,

That the darkest hour never comes in the night.

You can sleep with a gun.

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

Draco saw that she was making her way to the front of the stage. Everyone was in her domain and she was looking for fresh meat. She reached the end of the stage and reached a hand out to one of the gentlemen sitting directly in front of the stage. He quickly stood up and practically ran to the stage where she proceeded to lick her lips. She stuck her tongue out at him and waved it in his face. The dancer then brought her chest up to his face, almost grazing his cheeks with her nipples. The man looked like he was ready to reach his hands out to touch her but was too afraid to try. She ran both her hands through his hair, down his head to his neck and then to his shoulders where she placed them long enough to shove him away from her.

I created the Sound of Madness.

Wrote the book on pain.

Somehow I'm still here,

To explain,

That the darkest hour never comes in the night.

You can sleep with a gun.

When you gonna wake up...

When you gonna wake up and fight...

The man let his head fall back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. A look of pure ecstasy fell upon his face as he fell back and was caught by one his buddies before he hit the floor. “Bloody lucky fucking bastard!” Draco cussed under his breath. She had pounced and had proclaimed her kill. “It should have been me,” he surprised himself at this retort. “Damn!”

I created the Sound of Madness.

Wrote the book on pain.

Somehow I'm still here,

To explain,

That the darkest hour never comes in the night.

You can sleep with a gun.

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

With the song finishing the dancer proceeded to walk off the stage breasts heaving from the exertion she had just put out. Before the curtains closed to hide her, Draco was able to see that all the tattoos were depictions of couples in the midst of copulation. Draco’s jaw hit the floor again. He looked down at his lap to confirm the bulge he knew was there.

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

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“Never has a woman made me get so hard,” Draco mumbled to himself. “All she did was bloody prance around the stage. Damn, does she know how to prance around the stage!” He closed his eyes and watched the tattoos move in sync with the music and her body again. His eyes popped open and he swore “Bloody Hell! She didn’t even use magic. Fuck!” He slammed his empty glass onto the table.

He had assumed that his letter would have had an affect on her but he didn’t think that she would completely ban the use of magic during her performance. Angela had been right. This little witch was definitely too smart. Too smart for her own good. Worst case scenario he thought that maybe she wouldn’t show. He hadn’t wanted that but there was always a chance, but she had shown up. She had outdone herself. He didn’t count on her performing better than she had the previous week either. Now he had nothing to threaten her with. He reached into his second jacket pocket where he kept his muggle money and pulled out a wad he was sure would surprise her. She deserved it. He was a Malfoy and he had his pride but he knew he had been bested. He pushed it into the little black box on his table and proceeded to watch it get sucked away. He listened to the crowd around the stage trying to get a feel for what the others were thinking.

“Bloody magnificent!” he heard an older bloke tell his buddy.

“Can you believe she groped Rodrick like she did? Bastard! I should have stood up but I couldn’t move a muscle she looked so fucking good. ” The other man jabbed his friend in the ribs with his elbow. “I mean ‘fucking’ good. ” He let out a raspy laugh and the first gentleman joined in.

Draco sneered at the men wishing they would shut their traps. That dancer was going to be his. No one else would lay a finger on her. He wondered to himself if perhaps this dancer had a boyfriend but came to the conclusion that if she did have one she would most likely not be dancing on stage. He looked at the still blank sheet of paper on the table. After a few moments thoughts he began scribbling feverishly. He finished his letter to her and after making sure he had “calmed” himself enough; he left money on the table for his drink and a tip for Angela, handed his letter to Mark who was standing by the bar, and walked out of the club with a smirk on his face.

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Ok Everyone - I decided to let Hermione do something really out there. She is trying to prove to a wizard that she doesn’t need to use magic to have a breathtaking performance. And you know Hermione, she can’t do things half-arsed!

Hmm… wonder what Draco wrote to her. You’ll just have to wait to find out.

TEASER: The next chapter will have a little background on Mark and his relationship/acquaintance with Hermione and Draco. Maybe if I get some more reviews I’ll put in her initial dance for Mark. (Although there wont be any Draco thoughts running through it.)

Caseyjarryn – I am glad you are enjoying my story so far. Thank you for the review!

Margaritama – Thank you so much. It means a lot to me. I was afraid that this would be a little out there for Hermione. I’m glad what I want to portray is coming through to you. I definitely want to keep it as close to their personalities as possible.

Dreamweaver – Thank you very much! My hubby is the muse for Mark not Draco. When I reread my last note to you I realized I hadn’t really made myself all that clear. I knew what I meant. Lol… not that that helped you any.
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