Out of Control

Out of Control

"Leave me the hell alone!" Hermione Granger screamed at the man next to her. She picked up her drink and went to the darkest corner of the bar that she could find. Honestly, is that all men can think about? She was in a bar in muggle London, and had been sitting at a stool for less than 5 minutes and already three men, none of whom were the least bit attractive, had said the corniest pickup lines she had ever heard. The first one being, "Excuse me, I lost my Teddy Bear. Will you sleep with me tonight?" to "There must be something wrong with my eyes because I can't take them off of you." She had just had the worst day of her life, and these pathetic men were not making her day any better.

Hermione plopped down at a dark booth and tapped her stilettos heal impatiently on the ground. She sat there and thought about what had just happened in the past twenty-four hours. Hermione had been dating Harry Potter for almost a year up until today, or more specifically, last night. She had come home early from work, and that's when she found Harry and another woman in bed. Hermione had never seen her, and Harry ran out of the place with no explanation. When she had come home from work today, she found Harry in her apartment packing up all of his stuff with her. Hermione hadn't seen it coming and never thought that he would do anything to hurt her so much. Well, obviously that isn't true, she thought as she wiped a tear away.

Hermione had no idea what her next move should be, and was still trying to get over the fact that Harry cheated on her. She thought about Owling Ron, but had decided against it. She suspected that Ron probably knew about this girl, and she ruled out the possibility of her being a one-night stand because she had been there with Harry to get his things earlier that day. No, there really was no one for Hermione to talk to, so she left her apartment in a rush and escaped her world as she went to the first bar she came across on the muggle streets. Hermione was not a drinker, but somehow tonight she was feeling unlike her usual self. She didn't understand her feelings, was she hurt? Yes, but it was hurt mixed with something else. Something so uncharacteristic for Hermione that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't put her finger on it. She racked her brain, and came up with nothing. She sighed out loud and closed her eyes as a wave of heated anger rose inside of her.

"Hey honey, lookin' hot tonight. How's about you and me get the hell out of here?" said a coarse voice from across her table. A man had situated himself at the seat across from her while her eyes had been shut.

"Well, what do you say?" he whispered as he reached out across the table for her.

"No," she said as she quickly attempted to get up, however, the man caught her wrist and pulled her back down.

"Just where do you think you're going?" he asked sleazily. His hand tightened around her small, petite wrist and she cried out as his rough fingernails penetrated her skin. "You better keep your fucking mouth shut," he said as he leaned over the table and tried to grope her.

"Stop!" she screamed, trying with all her might to get away. People casually began to look over to where she was, but turned back to their drinks, uninterested. It was as if it was no big deal that a man was harassing her! Then, he abruptly stood up, slapping his hand over her mouth in a tight seal, and began dragging her away through the back of the bar. Hermione fought as hard as she could against him, but his grip on her was too strong.

"Leave her alone!" she heard a low voice boom out of nowhere. She began to struggle even harder as another pair of unfamiliar hands pulled her in another direction. However, she instantly noticed that these new hands were delicately wrapped around her, and were welcoming. Without another thought, she let this unknown person drag her out into the night air. She slumped against a wall breathing heavily, silently thanking the lord that she hadn't been harmed. "You know, Granger, you need to choose your friends more carefully next time."

Her head popped up at the familiar voice, and she stared into two stormy eyes. "Malfoy?" she gasped. "What in the world are you doing here?!" she asked straightening up.

"Well, lucky for you I was in the mood for a change of scenery," he said. "Are you okay?" he asked coming up to stand a little closer to her.

All at once, memories of Malfoy swam into her brain as Hermione remembered how much she missed this boy. During their sixth year at Hogwarts, the Dark Lord was defeated, and Mafloy's parents had gone down along with him. Draco was left with the entire Malfoy estate, and didn't have to ever work again if he didn't want to. She had been head girl along side him in their seventh year, and though Harry and Ron never warmed up to him, she had. They worked very well together and after a year full of head girl/boy duties, had become friends.

"Granger?" he asked, taking her out of her dream state.

"Oh, yes. I'm fine," she said looking down at her shoes. "Well, thank you for helping me."

"No problem, I'm glad I was here to help."

She looked up and saw the sincerity in his eyes. She bit her bottom lip as she mused about their years together at Hogwarts.

"Hey, do you want to go and get a drink? You know, catch up?" he suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds good. But will you do me a favor and go in there and get my purse? I would rather not go back."

"No problem, just wait here," he instructed. He arrived back in a few moments and they set off down the road. They made their way down to a small coffee shop, and they sat out on the patio talking. Hermione told him about Harry and about the horrible day she had had; they talked about work, about his family, about Hogwarts, about life in general.

"You know, life is just a blast and it's moving very fast, so you better stay on top or life will kick you in the ass," he said seriously. Hermione couldn't keep a straight face and burst out laughing. She was having a great time with him, she didn't think anything could ruin this evening. She sat there studying his face; it had changed so much. His facial features had matured and his skin had gotten darker. His eyes were dark gray and held some hidden meaning. She had tried many times to read his facial features, but had found it to be pointless. He wore a mask tonight, just like he always had, showing no emotion whatsoever. His clothes were clean cut and she couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair hung freely in his face, and she had the sudden urge to push it back for him, so she did.

He caught her hand in the air and examined the bruises that the man from the bar had caused. He brought her arm gingerly up to his mouth and kissed the bruises better. She looked up into his smiling eyes, then back down at her cup of coffee. Affection was not something she was used to receiving from Malfoy. He set her arm back down on the table and tilted her chin up with one of his strong hands.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"Never better," she answered. The worst day of her life was quickly beginning to transform into one of the best nights of her life.

"Well, come along! The night is young," he exclaimed pulling her up.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll see, c'mon," he whispered as he pulled her along after him. He turned several corners, leaving Hermione with no idea as to where she was. She began to hear loud techno music playing, and saw a crowd of people in front of miraculously decorated building.

"Here we are, Tequila Happy," he said as he resumed to pulling her along. "It's time for you, Miss Granger, to have some fun."

"Tequila Happy? You didn't bring me here to get me drunk, did you?"

"No, this is just a dance club. C'mon Granger, loosen up, just dance," he said, as he pulled her further into the club.

"What?" she yelled. She couldn't understand a thing he was saying; the music was so loud that she couldn't hear herself think. She looked around in shock at the people before her. The women were wearing hardly any clothing, and majorities of the people were dirty dancing. She followed Malfoy into the crowd, almost loosing him when the lights went out. She felt him grasp her around the waist and pull her to where he was dancing. Then strobe lights began to flash back and forth as the music once again became so loud she couldn't think straight.

She stood in front of Malfoy, her body completely rigid. Her eyes popped out of her head as she saw people practically shagging each other on the dance floor. Malfoy spun her around so that she was facing him, and spoke into her ear loud enough for her to hear, "Forget about them, forget about Potter, forget about Weasley, forget about your job, and your apartment and that slut Potter was with. Just think about us, and the music," he said as he began to move against her. She cautiously nodded her head in agreement.

Slowly, she began to move with him, copying his body movements and moving her head around. She closed her eyes and draped her arms around his broad shoulders, and began moving her feet with his. The music was thumping in her ears, and through her entire body, it was as if the beat had temporarily replaced her heart, and all she could think about was moving faster. Thoughts of Harry floated out of her head, and she moved her hands down Malfoy's chest, grabbing his shirt in an attempt to bring him closer. Malfoy took that as a sign of encouragement and his hands immediately traveled to her sides and massaged her waist. They both began to move recklessly as the music grew louder, the crowd grew bigger, the people grew hotter, and the beat grew faster.

Soon Hermione forgot where she was as she opened her eyes and saw that her and Draco were now dancing with more than just each other. Her hands were no longer on only Draco but also on a tall man to her left. Draco was dancing with Hermione as well as the girl behind the tall man and the tall man was dancing with both Hermione and the girl across from him. People were everywhere, and no one knew each other. They all had one thing in common; they were here to dance, to get lost in the music. Draco began to drift away from her as more and more people piled into the club, and soon Hermione was too caught up in the beat to care about anyone else.

Without warning, a pair of strong hands made their way to a place on Hermione that no one had business touching. She jumped and turned around, and screamed at the face before her. It was the man from the Bar!

"Draco!" she cried out loud as she turned and ran the other way. Unfortunately people were everywhere and there was no where else to run. No one could hear her scream as she fought to find a head of blonde hair. She spotted him, not too far away but was too late to reach him as the stranger's hands once again grabbed her and pulled her back against his chest. He growled something into her ear and she tried to shout for help. The crowd wasn't in a conscious state it seemed, and no one knew what this man was doing to her. He began to grope her and Hermione slammed her stiletto heel down on his foot, hard. He yelled in pain, which gave Hermione a moment to get away. She worked her way to Malfoy, only to find that the man's hands were grabbing for her again. She managed to touch Malfoy on the back and he turned to see the man pick Hermione up and drag her away.

"Hermione!" he screamed. He began to fight his way through the people but was stopped as four huge men stepped in front of him. They looked as if they where the club's bouncers, because they were huge, covered in tattoos, and had cheap Tequila Happy necklaces on. "You've got to help her! That man is attacking her!" he yelled as loud as he could. Just then the clubs lights went out again, and Draco had a chance to dart around the men and find her. Once the strobe lights began their routine show, he frantically looked around for her. She was no where to be seen.