The music blared. The basic from the speakers vibrated through her bones but she didn't care. The club was full of people tonight. Bodies dancing, gyrating, grooving to the absurdly loud music in the darkness. Multicolored lights danced over the crowd, barely illuminating faces for mere seconds. This was her haven. Here were no one knew her name. No one recognized her face. Here she could escape the realities of her life. Here, in this muggle dance club, Hermione Granger was no one.

The war was over. Done. Voldemort was defeated. Harry had won. They all had won. But at what cost. It plagued Hermione daily. The guilt at surviving. Knowing that so many did not. Remus, Tonks, Fred, Moody, Dobby, Dumbledore... And Severus Snape. It broke her heart everyday. Ate her up inside. She was the brightest witch of her age but even she couldn't make it stop. It ruined her already ill-fated relationship with Ron Weasley. She loved Ron, she did. But the romance was not to be. They were too different at their cores. And once the fire died. Once the guilt and depression started to kick in after the war, Ron couldn't continue. It was he who broke up with her.

'you aren't the same. I don't know how to help you and you don't want my help.' he had said to her softly one afternoon. Hermione had just stared into her tea, swirling the contents around in the cup. She wasn't shocked. She had changed. Everything had changed.

Beyond everything else, her sense of purpose had ended with Voldemort's defeat. Harry had his fame. Ron jumped into Auror training. But Hermione had so many directions she could go in that she felt lost. Funny how her ambition had always driven her. She had always known what to do with her life, but now... She felt so lost.

So she sought out whatever would make her feel alive again. Which was why she was at a muggle dance club in the middle of the week. She would be exhausted going to work tomorrow at Flourish and Blotts, but tonight she didn't care. Tonight she danced, feeling the music, moving to it, letting hands rest on her hips as she moved against people she didn't know. People who would never know that she was a celebrity for a whole population they didn't know existed. No one in the bar had even the slightest clue who she was... No one except for a man sitting at the bar, highly uncomfortable, who hadn't taken his eyes off her since she arrived.

Severus Snape was dead. Yep. DEAD. Killed by Nagini and Voldemort right before the death of the Dark Lord himself. He had died as Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger watched. and that was the story that Severus wanted everyone to know. It was the truth as he was willing to let most of society understand it. There was no need to correct any of the Wizarding World's opinions on the matter.

'Uncle! Try not to look so uncomfortable.' Draco Malfoy chastised. Severus still could not believe he was here. Very few people knew of his current status of being very much alive. Draco was one of those privileged few. And he was only in this godforsaken bar because the boy had begged him. He couldn't very well take Draco out for the boy's birthday to a wizard establishment. So a muggle one was the answer.

'I am uncomfortable.' Severus glared at his nephew over his glass before scanning the room of sweaty dancing bodies.

'yea, we'll you are scaring away all the girls! ' the boy whined, jokingly.

Severus raised an eyebrow at his nephew.' since when do you fancy muggle women?'

Draco huffed. 'well I don't want to marry one. But a dalliance might be fun.' he smirked at his uncle before excusing himself to talk to a blonde a little ways down the bar.

Severus shook his head and downed his drink. Ordering another one his eyes scanned the room. Watching the faces of the muggle as they lost themselves in their music. Until one in particular caught his attention. at first he didn't believe his eyes, surely he was mistaken. But no, that bushy hair and that face. Miss Hermione Granger was on the dance floor.

Please let me know what you think. This idea came to me in the middle of the night one night and has been plaguing me for a long time. Should I continue? I look forward to your opinions! -Mystrye