"I'm not going in there."

"Yes you are."

"No. I assure you, I am not."

"Your mother spent a lot of money, I'm assuming, on these tickets for you. You're going in there."

"Absolutely not! No amount of money is worth reliving all of the torture that boy put me though."

Ginny scoffed, grabbing Hermione by her arm and dragged her towards one of the posters lining the venue entrance. "Hermione Granger, does this man look anything like the boy that teased you back in Hogwarts?"

"Well, I mean, no..."

"And does this man, who is obviously making a splash in the muggle world, seem like he would hold the fact that you are muggleborn against you?"

"Ginny I get what you're trying..."

"And does this MAN," Ginny interrupted, wagging her eyebrows to which Hermions scowled in response. "look like one fine and fit piece of meat that you totally have to jump on and then tell me every little detail because I have been with two men my entire life and sweet Merlin look at that ass."

"Ginevera!" Hermione stepped back, checking her friend over for any obvious signs of illness. She was sure her friend had suffered some form of stroke in the last few minutes.

"Hermione!" Ginny mocked back. "Com 'mon, he was fit back in school, and don't you shake your head at me missy, I saw you checking him out when you thought no one was looking on more than one occasion. Anyway, he was fit back then, but who knew he would grow into that frame! He must workout because boy does that man have muscles."

"He's attractive, I will give you that. But just because someone is pretty on the outside does not mean they are pretty on the inside. I bet he is just as much of a slimy git as he was back then, just with more money and a bigger base of girls to sleep through now that he's accepting muggles into his life."

Ginny glanced over her shoulder briefly before letting out a peal of laughter that had her bent over clutching her stomach. Hermion huffed at the delusional witch in front of her, crossed her arms, and turned to march back to the car, only to stop dead in her tracks. She felt the blood leave her face, for the second time in nearly as many minutes, and return with a vengeance, lighting her face up like a Christmas bulb.

"Well Granger," Draco smirked his infuriating signature smirk at her, kicking off the wall he was leaning on and walking towards them. "It's so lovely to hear that you find me attractive."

Hermione wouldn't ever admit it, even to this day, but his speaking voice glided across her skin and gave her the same tingly feeling as his singing voice. It also caused the liquid heat to pool in places that had her squeezing and rubbing her thighs together. A reaction that did not go unnoticed by Draco. All of her was flushed now, but for a very different reason than shock and embarrassment. All she could think looking him over as he moved their way was, 'Sweet Salazar, who turned up the heat?'.

At his words Ginny's laughter doubled. "You. He. Oh, Merlin. Wait until Harry. Your face. I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life. I'll be sure to tell your children and grandchildren that this is how the two of you acted at your rock n' roll reunion." She finally managed between laughing fits.

"Thanks for that moment of insanity, Weasley. But can you tell me why you and Granger have decided to gate crash my concert?"

"Potter." Hermione replied as Draco brushed past her to offer Ginny a hand up from the ground where she was still wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Fuck, you don't mean to tell me Potter is here too?" Draco replied looking around as if just saying his name would summon the man in question. "Bet that means the freckled ginger git isn't far away either."

"What?" Hermione faced him, eyes narrowing and hands flying up to her hips, ever the champion for her friends. "No, you dimwit. Potter." She pointed to Ginny. "Her name isn't Weasley anymore. But wait, let me guess, you never read Witch Weekly now because you are not the star subject of the magazine? Let me enlighten you. Four-ish years ago. They called it the wedding of the century. And don't worry, neither Harry nor Ronald will be here this evening, both are home with their children. Not that we are staying either."

Draco stepped towards her, face to face, so close their shoes were nearly touching. Hermione had to look up to keep her eyes on him, a fact that annoyed her to no end. "I'm the furthest thing from a dimwit and you know it. Also, You look pretty fucking hot for a mum, Granger. But you are staying, because I can see by the badge around your neck that you are the 'very important person' that I am out here to meet. So, if you'll follow me ladies, I'll show you around and introduce you to the rest of my band."

Draco paused after the last word, just long enough to push one of Hermione's escaped and unruly curls back behind her ear before he turned on his heel and made his way to the entrance of the venue. He squeezed his hand closed, trying to hold on to the feeling that just the lightest brush of her skin gave him. Draco didn't bother to look back to see if the witches were following, he knew they would come. He always made women come.

Hey Pals, I always forget to say that I don't own these characters. I just own the plotline and any original characters. This story is going to be pretty AU, definitely EWE, and a little OOC, but when a story line presents itself as a dream in a new mother's overworked brain, you really just roll with it. I cannot promise regular updates, between kids and our farm I'm a pretty busy woman, but on sleepless nights and lull days I will spread my time between my two stories. So, if you like it, let me know!