Sway (1/?)

By Demoness Mark

Hermione was surprised that she had allowed Ginny, Millicent, Pansy, Hannah, Lavender, Padma, and Pavarti to drag her out to a muggle club. 'especially looking like this." She thought dismally.

The top, if it could be called that, was two sashes of a shiny red material sewed so that it would look like an X that (barely) covered her breasts. Under that was the belt/skirt, which was made of black leather that (somewhat) covered her private parts, as long as she didn't take too large steps, or sit down. Her long hair, which might have otherwise helped to cover her modesty (like the famed Lady Godiva), was pulled back and braided into an elaborate design. On her feet were knee high dragon hide boots (which, if asked by a muggle, were to be announced as synthetic), with obscenely tall heels.

"This is what I get for agreeing to allow the girls to play life-sized-dress-me-up-Barbie for our girls night out." She muttered to herself, "Just remember it's my turn next to choose where we go, they'll wish they had listened to me just a little bit when their sitting through Madame Butterfly. I'll get them, and maybe even their little husbands too."

She was not (as you might have guessed) in the best of moods, due in part for the amount of improper propositions she had been force to fend off, when she felt a hand slip around her waist and a cultured masculine voice whisper "Care to dance with us, Sweetheart?'

'Make that a familiar cultured masculine voice.' she thought sourly. She hadn't seen or heard form either Draco Malfoy or Baise Zabini since two days after the war against Voldemort ended, nearly two years before.

She felt like making a scene, screaming and punching and kicking, she felt like throwing herself at them and hugging them until they could barely breath, she felt like walking away and never seeing either of them again, or maybe just bursting into tears. But, instead of doing any of these things she quietly accepted their offer to dance.

It was like the good old days. It had been so long since she had danced, she was almost afraid that she had forgotten how. But it all came back, she knew it would, when these two did.

Flip, spin, bend, twirl around to Draco.

It was like Graduation Dance, when they had finally revealed their relationship to Hogwarts by dancing together, all three melding into a single many limbed entity. She could still remember Harry and Ron's shocked faces, and Ginny's whoop of admiration.

Turn, sway, coax, spin, over Draco's head to Blaise.

The hum and thump of music filled the air around them and almost consuming their straining bodies. The harsh sounds melting into sweet melodies. The song changed into a haunting song of lost love and unforgiven sins.

Rest on Blaise's shoulder, arms of her other lost lover coming up from behind and curling about her waist. Sway...

It was like the night before their betrayal, the music flow around her like a river then too. But then the betrayed her, and yet here they are now and without even asking for forgiveness she was back in their arms. When that thought crossed her mind she ripped out of their reaching arms and ran into the ever blackening night.