Irredeemable (Harry Potter fanfiction)

10 - Drunken Dancing

Draco enjoyed the tube ride over to Granger's. Several muggle girls were eying him up on the journey, confirming to him that he was indeed looking good. He found himself walking with a bit of the old Malfoy swagger, and by the time he go to Granger's front door he was feeling much more confident about the evening ahead.

"Hello!" cried Granger, upon answering his knock at the door. "Come in, dinner should be here soon. I hope you don't mind me ordering pizza, I really couldn't be bothered to cook!"

"No, that's fine." He replied. Obviously he knew what pizza was, but had no idea if he would like it as Narcissa would never serve something so uncouth, and Hogwarts only served good old-fashioned British food.

He was surprised at what Granger was wearing; obviously where they were going was very casual as she was in jeans and a baggy jumper. Her hair was tied back, which was unusual for her, but that seemed to be the only effort she had made with her appearance. Draco couldn't help but feel a little disappointed; this evening was obviously not a big deal for her at all!

She ushered him into the sitting room, then disappeared when the doorbell rang with their food delivery. He heard her go into the kitchen then call "Do you want a drink?"

"Yes please, whatever you have!" he called back. Fingers crossed she would bring a bottle of wine through with her to help ease his nerves and hopefully make her more open to suggestion.

She appeared in the doorway with a box balanced on a couple of plates in one hand and two beer bottles in the other.

"Thanks" said Draco accepting one of the bottles; beer would do just as well he decided.

She set out the plates and opened the box, gesturing for him to help himself. Unsure about what to expect, he took a slice and bit into it, apprehension evaporating at once. Pizza is good, he deduced.

"I'm glad you dressed smartly," said Hermione picking up a slice of pizza. "I should have mentioned it too you yesterday, but I have never seen you look anything but smart so I guess I doesn't matter! Once we have eaten I will get changed then we can head out!"

"Where is it we are going?" Draco asked, glad that she was going to make an effort after all.

"I thought I would take you to a club I like to go to when I feel the need to get away from it all."

Club? Thought Draco, unsure of what she meant. Oh well, he would find out soon enough. "O.k."

They sat eating and listening to the music that Granger had put on in the background and Draco found himself starting to relax. Once the pizza was gone Granger stood up.

"Do you want me to put the t.v. on for you whilst I get ready?"

"O.k." said Draco. He was interested in this form of muggle entertainment, seeing as how a lot of their lives seemed to revolve around it if some of the muggle studies book were to be believed. Hermione switched it on and handed him the remote, leaving him with some muggle bloke speaking about the geography of the Scottish coastline. Draco quickly became bored and started pressing buttons, finding various programs. He settled on one that seemed to be a weird singing contest, where the judges were cruel to some and gushingly praising to others. Was this really what muggles found entertaining? As vapid as it was, Draco found himself actually watching it.

After a little while, he heard Granger come down the stairs. "Have you seen this?" he called to her, "What in the hell is going on here?"

"What?" he heard her say, "oh, this…"

Draco turned to look at her, and felt his jaw drop. Holy f**k! Granger was wearing a short, skin tight dress in burgundy. It was high necked, with lace sleeves, but left nothing to the imagination. She had ringed her eyes in dark kohl, and done something to her hair so it was straight and sleek hanging halfway down her back. Her stiletto heels made her legs look a mile long. She looked like a bloody siren!

"Granger," he said swallowing, "you look… different." He finished lamely.

"Do I look alright?" she said, looking suddenly unsure.

"Yes. You look nice." He replied, regaining some of his equilibrium. And by nice, he meant incredible!

"Shall we go?" she asked, turning off the television at his nod. He followed her into the hallway, the view of her from the back making him want to hustle her upstairs to peel off that sinful dress. Instead, he just shrugged on his jacket whilst she donned a trench coat and they left the house. Walking down the road towards the tube station Hermione linked his arm, stating that her shoes were "a death trap". Draco concurred, she was nearly as tall as him wearing them and they looked hideously uncomfortable.

He realised now that the initial shock of seeing her had worn off that other people, other men, were going to see her looking like that and Draco was not particularly pleased by this. Glad she was wearing her coat, he stood close to her on the tube, shielding her from the view of the other passengers, some of whom were drunk. Feeling protective and on edge, he pressed his arm against the wand concealed in his pocket for reassurance.

They finally reached their destination without incident, but Draco didn't feel any more relaxed, queuing with a lot of drunken muggles to enter what looked like a very noisy drinking establishment.

"You like to come here?" he questioned Hermione. He couldn't imagine the clever, bookish muggleborn would enjoy anything this place had to offer.

"Yes!" she said. "It's like having a night off from being me! Come on Draco, you wanted the muggle experience, here it is!" she gestured down the line of muggles, all talking or laughing loudly.

Yes, thought Draco. Although I have a feeling this is probably one of the types of muggle things the magical community avoided for a reason.

They got past the doorman, and went to the cloakroom to leave their coats. Draco expected some sort of reaction from the person who took Hermione's coat upon seeing her dress, but the woman seemed to barely notice her. In fact, she paid more attention to Draco.

Following Hermione he was unable to keep his eyes off her arse as she walked, that was until she pushed open some double doors and his senses were assaulted. The thumping music was deafening, the flashing lights made him see spots and a wave of hot air hit him. He managed to grab Hermione's hand so they wouldn't get separated as she began to weave her way through tightly packed bodies. This is hellish! He thought, watching her getting ogled as she pushed her way to the bar. When she had found a space, she pulled him close to her so she could yell in his ear "What do you want to drink?"

Having no idea what they served, he just replied "Whatever you are having!"

She turned back to the bar and ordered some drinks, handing him a shot glass of something. With a smile she knocked her glass against his then downed it in one smooth motion. Draco followed suit; whatever it was burned like Firewhiskey but was not as pleasant.

"Another?" she yelled leaning in close to him, breasts brushing his chest.

He nodded, realising that although this was somewhere he never wanted to come again, the fact that they would have to lean in close to speak could prove helpful to his cause. It automatically gave him a reason to touch her.

After the second shot came a third, followed by a fourth and Draco had a chance to look around properly. He realised why no one was batting an eyelid at Grangers dress; she was probably wearing the most clothes out of all the girls there. One just appeared to be wearing a bra and tiny shorts! All around him he could see barely covered pushed up breasts and heavily made-up faces, which a few years ago he would have enjoyed, but now it just seemed vulgar.

Hermione took his hand and gestured towards where couples were writhing against each other. "Shall we dance?" she yelled.

"Dance?" he yelled back.

She laughed at his look of horror, "Can't you dance?"

"I can dance very well," he said, remembering the lessons he had to attend as an adolescent. "That however, is not dancing!" He gestured to a couple who were grinding against each other, for all intents and purposes were just miming having s*x!

Hermione saw where he pointed and laughed again. "Come on!" she said, tugging him towards the dancefloor. When she had found a spot she liked, she turned to face him and began to dance. She was just swaying to the music at first but her movements gradually became more sensual, shaking her hair and getting closer to him.

He was keeping time with her but felt totally out of place; he had never been anywhere like this in the wizarding world, nor had seen magical folk behave like this!

She leant in to say something to him and he rested a hand on her hip, leaving it there as she continued to dance. By degrees they got closer and closer until they were dancing up against each other like the other couples around them. Draco was enjoying the feel of her, making him impatient to get her out of there. After this display he had no doubt that Granger was attracted to him.

They danced for a little while longer, until Hermione gestured to the door and yelled "Bathroom!"

Draco nodded and followed, deciding that when they got into the quieter lobby he would suggest going home.

"That's better," said Hermione as he let the door swing closed behind him, abruptly muffling the pounding bassline. "I just need the loo, won't be long!" She disappeared into the ladies leaving Draco standing waiting for her. He was eyed up by several passing girls in varying stages of drunkenness but payed them no attention; the only person he had any time for tonight was Granger.

She appeared out of the bathroom a moment later, staggering slightly. She had hectic patches of colour high on her cheeks and Draco realised she was much drunker that he had thought she was.

"Shall we head home?" he asked, "or do you want to go back in?" He willed her to say home!

"Let's head back," she replied. "My feet hurt!" Draco inwardly cheered, he had been waiting all night to take her back to her house where, at the very least, he was going to kiss her senseless.

It wasn't until the cold air hit him outside that Draco realised the Drinks that Hermione had given him were actually pretty strong, his head swam for a moment before he could master himself. Hermine on the other hand was swaying on his arm. They walked to the tube station as quickly as possible, Draco wondering at one point if it wouldn't be easier to carry Hermione as the alcohol and sky high heels combined were making it difficult for her to walk in a straight line. Something which she seemed to find amusing if he could judge by the occasional giggles she let escape between bouts of random conversation.

Hermione Granger was giggling. That was something he never thought he would experience. The tube ride and walk back to the Granger household seemed to sober her up a little as she grew quiet. They were almost at her house when she asked,

"So, what did you think?"

"Honestly?" he replied, "I will never have any need to go there again! It was too loud, and too hot, there were too many people. It was awful, truly the only reason I could see for going there is that it constitutes a part of some weird muggle mating ritual!"

This got a proper laugh from Hermione. "Wow, that was brutally honest! A muggle mating ritual? I guess you're right, that is why most people go. Although that's not why I go, I might add!"

"So why do you go?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Have you ever just wanted a day off from your life?" Yes, thought Draco, I would quite like a life off from my life!

"Going there, I don't feel like uptight, always-do-the-right-thing, boring bookworm Hermione Jean Granger. I could be anyone!" she gave him a small, self-deprecating smile. "I guess it's silly really."

"Granger, I get it." Said Draco. "It's not silly."

They had arrived at the Granger's front gate, and Draco opened it with a flourish then ushered her through. This is it, he told himself, it was time to make his move. Granger was already up the front steps, key in the lock and Draco had to be quick to get there before she opened the door and he missed his chance to kiss her goodnight.

Next thing he knew, he was through the door and shoved up against her hallway wall. Before he could voice his surprise she was kissing him, hard, and tugging at his jacket. What the f**k?! It looked like Granger had also been planning a seduction all along!

Quickly getting with the program, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body flush with his, one hand on the curve of her arse, the other tangled in her hair. She kissed him like she couldn't get close enough to him, her fingers fumbling at his shirt buttons.

"Take me to bed, Draco." She purred throatily.

Hell, yes! This was like something from his wildest imaginings! He growled his assent, and they made their way towards the stairs. She kicked off her shoes and let her coat drop to the floor, then took his hand and led him up to her room.

Once inside she seemed to lose a little of her self-assurance, and hesitated just past the threshold. This time Draco took the lead and began to kiss her again, feeling himself getting seriously turned on by the way she was pushing her hips into his and little breathy moans she was making as he kneaded the flesh of her arse.

She had managed to undo his shirt, and he felt a warm hand stroke his chest before sliding ticklishly down his side. Without breaking the kiss he quickly shrugged the shirt off, letting her hands explore the smooth skin of his back and torso.

He was just getting to the point of cupping her pert, perfect breasts when he became aware that his bladder was demanding attention. He could have cursed for the interruption, but knew he needed to go.

Pulling away, he asked her "Bathroom?"

"Second on the left." She replied, going and sitting on the bed to wait for him. f**k, she was gorgeous, he thought, taking in that her eyes were dark with lust and her lips were swollen from his kisses.

It wasn't until he had emptied his bladder, and the initial wave of lust had begun to ebb, that he started to have some doubts about what he was doing. Hermione was pretty drunk, she may not really be sure about what she wanted, and more selfishly, he didn't want her to be able to blow it off in the morning saying it was a drunken mistake; he wanted her to have to acknowledge to both herself and him that she wanted him. Plus, he wanted to be sober the first time he slept with her. He wanted to take his time with her and make sure she enjoyed it too. The more he thought about it the more he felt he didn't want to have s*x with her that night. s**t, he realised, he was going to have to go back and tell Granger that he was not going to claim her virginity that she had so kindly offered him. How the hell was he meant to do that without humiliating and offending her?

After a couple more minutes agonising in the bathroom, he made his way back to her bedroom, still not knowing what he was going to say. Thankfully, the problem was solved for him. Hermione had fallen asleep waiting and was curled on her side facing the door. Her skirt had ridden up, exposing her underwear; a tiny scrap of black lace covering the juncture of her thighs. Draco almost groaned aloud at seeing it, his arousal returning in full force. Why the hell had he chosen now to have a moral crisis? He berated himself. He could be removing that underwear with his teeth!

Tempted to wake her and carry on where they left off, he instead pulled the bedcover over her and exited the room. The walk home would no doubt cool his ardour.