The Game>DRAMOINE

5: drunk nerds, pineapples and dramoine action?

<<Draco Malfoy>>
He sat in the cold club. Ordering a martini for himself, which was apparently one of the strongest muggle drinks here, as Zabini had explained, he glanced at his watch. 2 more hours to go. Blaise had dinner with his parents today.

He didn't want to interrupt their family session so he just brought himself here. It's completely his style. Pumping music, drinks and a lot of drunk chicks. He scanned the room, looking for his next partner.

But none of them clicked for him. Anyways, they were mostly just drunk teenagers with too much makeup slathered onto their faces. He huffed and began sipping his drink when he saw her.

Granger?

The light shone on her beautiful skin as she graced the room with her presence. Her hair was smoothed and straightened. He gulped as he noticed her dress, a low cut-lace dress that exposed just enough of her cleavage and outlined her full curves.

He imagined himself running his hands down those curves. The dress was mid-thigh, letting her long lean legs shine in the spotlights. He noticed everyone in the club staring at her and felt a pang in his stomach.

Was he jealous?
No, obviously he wasn't.

He shook his head as he noticed her nearing him. She sat down a bar stool next to him, not noticing that he was right beside.

She crinkled her nose at the menu and uncertainly looked over to the bartender.
"Um...one water please,"

He couldn't help but laugh at her adorableness. She turned around and met his eyes with her own soft brown ones. She dragged her eyes from his head, to his torso, all the way down to his toes.

"Hot damn," he heard her mutter.

His heartbeat quickened. How could she do that?! No one was able to faze Draco and yet here was Hermoine Granger, the girl he least suspected, getting him to put his guard down.

"So what brings a pretty boy like you to a club like this?Stalking me are you, Malfoy?" She said and smirked.

He had to something. He wasn't going to let her win this.

He pinned her against the wall, running his hands against her soft arms as she let out a soft gasp at the contact of their skin. He smirked at her as he moved in closer, mere millimeters away from her full lips.

If I could just kiss her right now.

He leaned in and felt the tickle of her minty breath on his face. Then as soon as their lips were about to meet, she moved her face to his ear and whispered, making him shiver slightly.

How does she do it!
It's probably just cold.
Yea...cold.

"Not today," she said softly and pulled away smirking.

She went and sat back down on her bar stool. He went back to his and continued sipping his martini. She opened her bottle of water and gulped it down, not smearing her lipstick once.

How is she so perfect?
Wait what?

He shook his head again and turned back to her.
"Are you serious?Even you can do better than that," he said and gave her water bottle a pointed look.

She sneered at him.
"I don't drink alcohol, it's simply disgusting," she said and shuddered.

"Oh right, holy children like you don't drink alcohol," he replied, smirking all the same.

"Excuse me? Whoever gave you the idea that I'm a holy child?"

"Hmmm, let's see...about everything about you,"