A/N: Well, my birth certificate definitely does not say JKR. How unfortunate. Very sorry for the delay everyone, for some reason the site wouldn't let me post!

As the subway moved away from the platform and Granger disappeared into the distance, Draco found himself in a predicament that he never would have imagined himself in. He couldn't Apparate directly out of the tube, he'd be slapped with an Exposure charge faster than he could say "Merlin's balls." He would have to wait until it stopped and find a remote area from which to Apparate.

Draco glanced sceptically at the clean looking seat behind him. Although it didn't look befouled in any way, it was a receptacle of many Muggle arses. His gaze slid to the large man sitting beside the empty seat. He was noisily munching on a packet of something whose scent assailed Draco's nostrils from where he stood. Draco's aristocratic nose wrinkled. Draco then quickly decided that it was in his best interest to remain standing. His noble heritage didn't mean a thing to these people. He wasn't sure if they would even recognize a gentleman of culture such as himself. Successfully renewed in his belief of superiority, Draco assessed his neighbours. He was squeezed between a girl with pink spiky hair and a man in a tie whose thumbs were furiously tapping at a small little black rectangle. Surreptitiously, Draco pulled his hand into his sleeve in order to hold onto the bar. As the car rocked back and forth rhythmically Draco began his musing.

He had been bested by Granger. Again. Still. After so long one would think that he would be able to pull one over on her at least once. However, Draco was able to reason that her first-hand knowledge of the Muggle world gave her an upper hand. Yet a small voice in the back recesses of his mind then reasoned that by that logic he should have been able to beat her in the wizarding world. His world. His thoughts were interrupted by an incessant noise erupting from the little black thing that the man in the tie was holding. The thing was making a god awful noise every few seconds, after which the man's thumbs would furiously move over it for a few seconds. How terribly annoying.

Draco sincerely wanted to tell the man to stop it, but a look around proved that the majority of the people were attached to something similar. The Muggles hardly even looked at one another. They were all so detached from their surroundings; they were completely alone in a crowd of people. Draco couldn't remember that happening to himself in his life. He didn't know it was possible. It was no wonder why Muggles seemed so incurably messed up.

Finally after an eternity, the train car pulled into the platform and Draco hurried to the door as fast as possible. The small, enclosed space was becoming entirely too claustrophobic. Rushing through the turnstile, which he now knew how to use, Draco ascended the stairs and was out in the open air. Cool, fresh, damp air filled his lungs as he trotted to an alleyway and Disapparated to his flat.

Hermione counted herself as lucky that she was able to lose Malfoy. She glanced up at the stormy sky and sent up thankful thoughts on the off chance that any being was listening. The clouds showed no interest in her input, so Hermione's gaze returned to her path through the winding streets.

As Hermione rounded a corner her brick apartment building came into view. She smiled at the thought of a warm bath to soothe her aching muscles. She was mentally gathering what she would need as she disarmed the wards, unlocked her door and entered her flat. The homey serenity was always welcoming after an afternoon of rehearsing at the club. It was such a contrast from the exotic atmosphere there which was exactly what Hermione wanted. Her home was her place to be herself and not the actress that everyone knew.

Hermione sidestepped her couch and continued to her bathroom while grabbing a towel from the closet. She had a few hours before work, and she planned to enjoy them.

The incense wafted around the room adding a sensual lethargy to the atmosphere. Draco found himself lounging atop a pouffe inside the exotically scented, dimly-lit room. There were dancers milling around the room in their seductive costumes interacting with the patrons of the club, their tinkling laughter floating through the air. Yet Draco was still fuming from his last encounter with Granger and unable to properly enjoy the ladies' attentions. His scowl seemed to be turning their interest elsewhere. As one of the club's ladies passed, Draco waved her over to the spot beside him.

"Can I help you sir?" the beauty asked silkily as she contorted her body into a position that was meant to attract Draco's attention to her breasts and bottom.

"I was wondering when Apinaya would be dancing tonight. She is dancing, isn't she?" The woman glanced haughtily at him as though his interest in Granger was a personal insult to her beauty.

She testily replied, "She's due on in a few moments. But she doesn't provide entertainment of the same... caliber as I." She leaned over Draco as if to provide a taste of her caliber of entertainment. It was with this woman's cleavage in his face that the lights further dimmed and the music began.

"While I'm sure that you're very talented at what you do, there is only one person here tonight that I am particularly interested in. Thank you." Draco placed his hand on the woman's hip and gently shoved her away from him in order to clear his view of the stage. Insulted, she huffed and stalked off to another unsuspecting bloke in the corner.

Draco turned his attention to the stage where a woman clad in loose pants fitted at the ankle and a bejeweled bra was beginning to subtly sway her hips. Draco marveled at how such a loose pair of pants could produce such lust. He was as of yet reluctant to admit that he was a part of the group of lusting men.

The chimes sewn to her pants chimed and the bells around her ankles jingled as she thrust her hip to the side and bounced her foot on the floor. Her upper body seemed to move of its own volition as the beat of the drums got stronger and faster. With her arms weaving gracefully above her head, her breasts were thrust into attention. They began to shimmy and the jewels on the top sparkled and shone in the light. Apinaya's hips began to undulate and her tempo increased as she elegantly moved around the room. She smirked seductively as the men she passed subtly leaned towards her and her beautiful, curvy body.

Draco was minutely disappointed when she passed by his pouffe in a whiff of floral fragrance and danced her way over to the men on his other side. They strained in their seats to be closer to her sensual dance like moths to a flame. Her belly moved and flowed to the changing music and the lights flickered. Draco was entranced by her belly button as she suddenly drew nearer to him. His eyes slid up her torso, past her voluptuous breasts and into her eyes. He recognized a challenge in her deep brown eyes as she whipped a silk scarf from her scantily clad chest.

Draco's breath caught in his throat as his pants tightened painfully. Apinaya playfully dragged the scarf over his shoulders and down his chest. Her body remained in constant motion, enticingly swaying and shaking in an enchanting display of raw sexuality. With his spine ram-rod straight, as well as other parts of his anatomy, Draco endured the ministrations of the beautiful woman before him with pleasured gasps and grunts. Unable to distinguish Apinaya from Granger, Draco reveled in the sensation of the silky scarf on his skin, her subtle fragrance of flowers that contrasted the exotic scents mingling in the air, and the frissons of pleasure that were radiating from his groin. Apinaya pressed her breasts close to him and Draco noticed a look of defiance and seduction in her eyes. His penis twitched against his pants. He groaned as the scarf gently, and all too soon, slid away from his body.

Apinaya slowly returned to the stage. Her arms flowed around her as the scarf waved through the air. Her chimes jingled musically in time to her rotating hips and her body swayed in an unmistakably carnal fashion. She twirled the scarf about her body and struck a pose that left her heaving chest and sensuous eyes the centres of attention. The music stopped suddenly as the lights went out.

A/N: Thanks again for reading, feel free to review I hope you enjoyed Draco's 'lil dance.