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Hollywood Tonight	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. OCs are mine. I make no money from this story.

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Chapter 5:

The Pulse club was filled with night wanderers once again. Some people were shamelessly groping their companions; if they were couples then they were in a full make out session. It was one of their usual nights, but…no, it wasn't; there were foreigners, who came from Russia, they all were in their middle twenties or thirties; single football players. They were too loud. They would make some rude comments on dancers in Russian and they would roar in laughter.

Hermione was in her dressing room, getting ready. She was wearing a little to nothing clothes. A lacy bra and strings, on top of it a very short seeing through robe, she decided not to wear her mask tonight; she wanted them to see her. She was sure that Harry and Draco were going to come tonight, she got the feeling that Sirius would be there too, but Remus…she sighed. She knew she was only giving her a fake hope, but she couldn't stop the racing of her heart when she thought that in the darkest corner of the club, Remus would sit and watch her perform. She shuddered lightly and looked at her mirror; her makeup was perfect; her eyes were smoky, her lips were red from the lipstick she had used. It would go with her costume; after all, it was all black. She grabbed her high black hills pulled them on, grabbed her robe, wore it and walked out of her room. Her hair was not in curls, but it was straight, and it got till her mid waist.

As she reached the backstage, Emma shoved her way through the curtain, a deep scowl on her pretty face. Hermione frowned and walked towards her; Emma was muttering away angrily, but Hermione couldn't understand a word that was coming out of her mouth, maybe it was in Russian. She dismissed that thought and walked towards her friend.

"What's wrong Em?" asked Hermione.

"Bloody Russians," she muttered angrily and took the offered robe from the assistant. "They have a mouth on them, the lot out there! At least you don't understand what they say; don't let them get you down."

"What?" asked Hermione, puzzled.

"They throw insults at the dancers, even though they aren't that bad, they tipped me lot. But that doesn't mean I couldn't show them an ol' one or two."

"Ok, calm down and take deep breaths," said Hermione with worry. She wasn't worried about the Russians; she was more concerned about her friend.

"Nah, I'm fine," Emma said lightly and fixed her hair a bit. "Just ignore them, don't get too close to them." With that she turned away and walked away.

"You ready?" one of the assistants said to Hermione, snapping her out of her thoughts she smiled softly at the assistant, gave him her robe and walked towards the curtain, "Whenever you are ready."

Hermione licked her lips, swallowed and closed her eyes. She took calming breaths, and tuned out all her surroundings. After a moment she smiled again, and opened up the curtains, the club was dark, beside the soft purple lights that were lighting some corners and a red light was at the top of the pole giving it a glow, but other than that it was dark. Hermione snapped her fingers loud and clear and the music begun. Hermione counted the right amount of seconds took a deep breath and-

"Dirty, rotten, filthy, stickin'…."

Took a step back and ran towards the pole; jumping on it grabbing it with both hands she slowly and seductively slipped down from it; making eye contact with men that surrounded her round stage. When her feet touched the stage, she leaned a bit down then stood straight, turned her back to the pole, her hands hanging at her sides and swayed her hips slowly, bucking them a bit out; she then pressed her bum to the pole leaned forward and swung her hair around with music. She got on all her fours and swung her hair a bit to the sides, then with a snap of her head they landed on her back and she made an eye contact with the first person who was sitting right in front of her. She blessed all the Gods that were in Heaven because the man was quite attractive and if the man was attractive she could dance for him. Without thinking about it twice she sat on the hills of her feet, opened up her legs and leaned her head back to the pole; her hands started to caress her tattooed sides and she bit her lip as if she was in pleasure. Her hands made their way to the pole; she grabbed it with both hands and with a slight movement she was facing the pole once again. She got to her feet, her legs wide open and slowly with a swaying hips she pulled herself up on standing position, she held the pole closer to her and walked around it slowly, making eye contact with people who were sitting far away from her; she saw Draco's blond hair, then Harry's and she felt a slight thrill when she now knew that her friends were really there and were supporting her.

She took off her robe, while she was walking around the pole, when she threw it away her right hand grabbed the pole hard and swung around it once more, her hair flying behind her; she swung her hair around once, and then grabbed the pole once again and started to crawl up. She securely wrapped her legs around it, and recklessly threw her upper body down and touched the floor with her hands. Her body stretched like a cat. She winked at one of the Russian guys, who took a swing of his beer, and through money on her; she only smiled seductively and then unwrapped her arms, swung them back on the floor and stood up. She grabbed the pole once again and turned around spotted 'his' guy and started to dance for him.

"*Ну давай красотка," the guy yelled something in Russian, but Hermione didn't understand what he said.

As Emma warned her not to go too close to them, she had to listen to her; but the guy seemed aggressive. As soon as she was close to him he grabbed her leg and tried to pull her close to him; she tried to kick his hand away with her free feet, but he was too strong. He pulled once more and with a shout she was flying forward, off the stage and to the floor face first. But she never made it to the floor; with'oof' she landed on two strong arms, and those arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up on standing position. Having no balance whatsoever, she leaned on her saver's chest, which was muscled, and as soon as she looked up she felt that her breath had completely left her.

There he was, with his raffled hair and flushed face, breathless and sexy; Remus. She felt like she was up in the air from all the cologne she smelled from him. His smell was intoxicating; he smelled like earth, menthol and something utterly male. She felt completely safe in his arms and knew that no one would hurt her; but she felt a slight disappointment as he un-wrapped his arms from her, but she gasped when he turned around and punched the man's face, who tried to harm her. When Remus punched him, she clapped her hands on her mouth, which opened up in surprise. He walked towards her, took off his jacket and planted them on her shoulders.

When he spoke his voice was tense, "Let's get you out of here," he whispered to her; and Hermione nodded dumbly and they took off.

Hermione's mind was racing. Why did he do that? What did he just do back there? She looked at his face, being on her high hills she could look straight into his eyes, but he was only looking forward. With a blink of an eye, she realized that he looked quiet…dashing, in his green button down shirt and jeans, and her jacket, which was still on her shoulders, was a black leather jacket.

When they finally reached Hermione's dressing room, Emma was already waiting for her in front of the door.

"Oh, thank God you are alright," she cried out and pulled Hermione into a tight hug. Hermione returned her hug with the same enthusiasm. Emma kissed the side of Hermione's head and pulled back a bit, her hands cupping her face. "You are really, alright? Right?"

"Yes, I'm fine, a bit shaky, but I'm good, thanks to Remus," said Hermone indicating him, who was standing a bit to the side and was looking away from the women.

"Oh," Emma said, and then shook her head, she squeezed Hermione's hands in hers, then said, "I have to go, I'm up again. I'll see you tomorrow morning, if not tonight." Hermione only nodded her head and smiled at her. Emma looked at Remus for a second, gave small nod, and with a sigh she walked away.

Hermione opened her door, and turned around, looked at Remus. "Come in," she whispered.

Remus gave her a small smile as he passed her. She sighed and then closed the door, behind her. She sighed again and leaned her head back to the door, and closed her eyes. The vision of that man grabbing her and pulling her, she falling forward, flitted through her closed eyelids. "Fuck," she whispered as she thought how close she was to fall down and damage her permanently. With a jolt she realized that she wasn't alone and opened her eyes and saw that Remus was watching her, with something in his eyes that she couldn't quite pin-point. She straightened and suddenly felt a bit self-conscious about her outfit. She walked towards her closet, taking off her shoes on her way, she felt his gaze on her, but she ignored him. She pulled her own silk robe on her and turned around, but her breath got caught in her throat when she saw how close he was to her.

He approached her silently, when she was pulling her robe on, her semi-nude form was enticing for him and he liked what he saw on her; she had the most beautiful body he had ever seen in his whole life. The first time he had seen her, the day that she had danced for him; he couldn't stop thinking about her. He knew that from one dance he couldn't be that attracted to her, but he couldn't deny that feeling which he was now feeling towards her. He knew that it was a longing for a woman's touch, and Hermione was a woman, not a girl any more, and she had all the things that he always longed; she had the beauty, smartness, and she had the body that any woman, and at some points, man would die to achieve to her standards. This wasn't love, this was entirely something else. It was an attraction, which was deep. He knew that he was feeling this way because he knew her, at some point in her past life he knew Hermione. He was positive that he wasn't attracted to her when she was still in school and after the battle too, but now...it was only a day when he had found her, and he was sure, that it would take some time for him to feel this way towards her.

But he thought wrong. When he saw that guy grab her leg, he didn't even think about it twice as he stormed his way towards the stage and reached out just in time to stretch his arms and grab her and she landed smoothly in his arms. When he landed her straight on her feet, he couldn't help but tighten his hold on her and press her body towards his and when her eyes caught his...

Now, he was facing her, standing dangerously close to her; he clearly heard her breath caught in her throat, being a werewolf he had a very sharp ears, if he strained them a bit he was sure he could even hear what was going on in the boss' office, but he had to focus on now. He leaned in a bit, and whispered. "Are you really alright?"

Hermione swallowed visibly and choked out a 'yes'. He looked incredibly edible, and she could feel that her heart was beating like mad, and she was sure that he could hear it. She tried to breath, but found it hard. As he took a tentative step towards Hermione, she froze. She was sure that if she didn't get a bit of oxygen in her lungs she would soon turn blue and die. But she wasn't ready to die.

"I don't want to die," she breathed out, as he took another tentative step towards her.

"What?" asked Remus, completely puzzled with her confession.

"I'm saying, that I'm not ready to die," she repeated but her voice was nothing more than a whisper, and she was sure, again, that he could hear her. Hermione's eyes started roaming around Remus' face. He was too handsome to be true.

Remus frowned, "I…don't understand. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I-I can't breathe, you are too close, and I can't breathe…" Hermione whispered hoarsely.

"Do you want me to…" Remus trailed off and took a step back, indicating her that he could back off she wanted him to.

"No," Hermione whimpered and reached her hand out and grabbed a fistful of Remus' shirt and pulled him close. His arms wrapped around her slim waist. Their faces were inches away from each others; their breathing's ragged, as if they had just run a marathon. "I want you to stay close to me, right here." Without even giving a thought about what they were going to do the both of them leaned closer to each other and their lips touched each other softly.

The kiss was soft at first, and Hermione tightened her hold on his shirt. The kiss was too soft; it was like the lips were touching something very fragile. They pulled back a bit and looked at each other, Hermione's eyes and mouth were open and she was feeling a bit flushed. Remus had a slight tint of blush on his cheeks.

The crash that followed was like a thunderstorm. Their lips crashed into each other and the both of them kissed with passion that they didn't think they hold. Remus' tongue plunged into her mouth, and he groaned when he could finally taste her sweet honey mouth. Hermione moaned, and her nails scratched at the back of his scalp. He started to back her and she slowly moved back until her legs touched her console mirror table and Remus grabbed her by her rare, brought her up and sat her on it. The kiss turned into more passionate when Hermione grabbed Remus' hips and pulled him closer to him, and feeling him between her legs, for the second time in her life. She liked it.

"I don't know what is happening," breathed Remus, his voice husky, Hermione shivered in excitement, "But I want to feel you closer to me, I want to get closer to you. I want you…so badly…" Remus moved closer to her and kissed her softly on her lips. His heart was racing, blood was thumping in his veins, and he wanted her closer to him, just like he told her.

His kisses started to wander on her face, kissing her cheek, her closed eyelids, her small nose, her forehead, her right temple then the left one; he then kissed her cheek again and moved closer to her ear. He nibbled softly on her earlobe, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. As she tightened her legs on him, and was already thinking to do more than kiss him, there was a knock on the door.

Translation: *Ну давай красотка-Come on, baby.
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