Who: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, miscellaneous muggle friends
Where: Fabric warehouse club London, UK
When: may 30 2001
What: Hermione is blowing off some steam after exams with a friend when she runs into the last person she expected to see...
The music was so loud she couldn't hear herself think but that was what she needed tonight. The droning thump thump bass of the house music swelling out of the speakers made her sway thoughtlessly. In her had she had clutched a gin and tonic, her third in less than an hour. The alcohol made her feel warm and heady even though she wasn't wearing enough to feel warm. Leave it to Jeanine, who's cleavage was spilling out of a tight tube top, her ass nearly showing in an impossibly tiny skirt, flirting outrageously with a tall dark bloke in a tight black tshirt, to have dressed her this way. A simple black, body hugging dress would have been appropriate, but Jeanine had insisted Hermione wear not only that, but one that had a shiny silver zipper on it that ran all the way down to her navel, and depending on your modesty it could be altered up or down to reveal varying degrees of cleavage. Hermione had covertly tried several times since they left the flat to tug it north but Jeanine noticed and punished her by yanking it a little lower each time so that Hermione had just given up. But now that the drinks were kicking in she way caring less and less. The skirt was short, attached to the dress, black with red pleats, and she had done her eye makeup dark to match the edginess of her overall look. Spiked red heels and her thick full hair was straightened so it fell half way down her back. Hermione had never been less recognizable to herself but for the intents and purposes of tonight it suited her.
She finished her drink and turned to find Jeanine and the dark fellow were grinding up against each other. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a short bloke eye balling her, getting up the nerve to come over to her. Not wanting to be rude Hermione wagged her empty glass at Jeanine and motioned to the bar to indicate she was going for another. Slipping through the crowd of muggle clubbers she decides if that guy does work up the nerve she just might dance with him.
Tonight is about letting go she reminds herself. Six months ago when she decided to attend Muggle university in London everyone besides Harry and her parents were flummoxed. She had tried to explain to Ron, who had completed Auror training just as she had finished her advanced wizard studies, that she wasn't ready to settle down at that moment and start cranking out children the way Arthur and Molly had. Ron was infuriated and they had a terrible row that was only patched up days before she left to being college. Things had been strained until the week before, when they had agreed to take a break over the summer and see how they felt in the fall. Tonight she just wanted to forget how crazy her life had been the last few years and have some fun with Jeanine who shed met the first week of school. Jeanine knew how to have a good time and wanted to make sure everyone else did too.
Finally making her way over to the bar, Hermione sat her empty glass down and looked down the long row to see the bar tender was out of shouting range. Placing her hands on the edge of the bar she leaned slightly over it and waved her hand, completely forgetting about the length of her skirt until she felt the breeze about her knickers...