Anyone But Me

Chapter Eighty

The first verse of the hedonistic wizarding tune automatically fell from Hermione's lips. Her gaze clung to the wounded wizard, who continued to stare at the couple in front of him. A reminder of her own barely contained misery and the whispered words of encouragement to irk her secret ex-lover. She hadn't been able to force her body to move like she'd wanted, instead, the words kept coming as the majority of the crowd started swaying with the parentally banned, but still well-known, song.

"Get it up, get it up, keep it up.

Sucking it down like Dracula.

Giving him brain like amygdala.

Ain't no triggers, just abracadabra.

I make that cauldron bubble.

Double, double, toil she trouble.

Grip the wand, 'cause I ain't no muggle.

Go drip, drip, drop and I leave 'em in a puddle."

When she wasn't booed off stage, her confidence was boosted, and she began to move. Her hips rolled to the tempo, while a soft, alluring simper settled across her features.

"Give him head like guillotine.

Haunted house, I make him scream.

Trick or treat 'til he explode.

Now he got a Halloween.

Hope somebody checks on the boy.

Had to put an oral hex on the boy.

What's next for the boy?

Depressed and destroyed.

Had the best and the worst, just the rest for the boy."

Losing herself to the music, she went further than those before her had chosen to do and pulled a few unsuspecting wizards from the spectators. None of them seemed to mind being used as props by Hermione and were respectful, keeping their hands to themselves while she danced against them. All but Zacharias Smith, who managed to sneak a quick slap on her behind before being pushed back into his friends just like the rest.

And Theodore, who had recoiled at first when she offered her hand to him. A quick glance around his toxic friend group was what it took for him to step up. Parkinson was still plastered to the wizard beside her and Nott's reasoning instantly caught up to the rationale for Hermione's startling public proposal.

"I put a spell on you.

Brought your fantasies to life.

Like you never knew.

Had to go and blow your mind.

I... I did what I always do.

I put a spell on you!"

Facing towards the crowd she was grateful to be able to watch the exact moment resentful jealousy deflated the shoulders of the hypocritical witch. Who stepped away from the rigid statue that she had been gleefully glued to most of the night the exact moment Nott's hands found Hermione's waist. He pulled her back against him and ground his hips into her bum.

It felt all wrong... His grip was too tight. His fingers were much too long and dug roughly at the muscles of her lower abdomen. Crinkling the indigo satin and raising the already short hemline of her babydoll dress to a near indecent level.

"La-la-la-la-

I put a spell on you."

As soon as the last note sounded she took a step forward, putting just enough space between them for him to wipe her contagion from his hands onto his pants. Hermione blocked the subtle movement from notice before spinning around and giving him a quick but overemphasized wink. "Pansy is right pissed."