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A gravely concerned Kingsley Shacklebolt sat across his Head of Magical Law Enforcement.
His brow creased in worry, "We must act fast," he said urgently.
Harry leaned forward and studied the Muggle picture, bringing it closer to his face, "This is no ordinary killing, traces of magic were strong at the site."
His expression grave but unnerving, "We stopped them once, we will stop them again," he informed the Minister of Magic confidently, slamming the picture down on the table.
The Club was impressive.
Painted in black with hints of green, two floors lined with booths, plush fluted back seating and three bars catered to the throngs of people that came through the doors.
Maintaining standards was not easy and strict policies applied.
Dress to impress was their motto.
Reservations poured in, while the line to get in went around the corner
Draco lounged against the luxurious couch in the VIP section, watching his friends with interest.
The overhead lights bounced off the walls and over the crowd, bathing them in layers of blue, pink, and purple rays.
"Damn son, this place is lit tonight," Theo yelled over the music.
Draco grinned lazily, he took a sip of the golden-brown liquid in the intricately carved tumbler and savoured the taste.
It lingered on his lips; he licked his bottom lip, wanting to taste more.
The DJ was hammering it in, and the crowd was going wild. The place was bursting at the seams.
The thud of the beats echoed through space, and he found himself moving to it where he sat.
Draco glanced over at Blaise, he was at the edge of the dancefloor with a sexy brunette, grinding into her, while she moved closer into his embrace.
Theo felt his gaze drift towards the bar at a cute little blonde in a short red dress, he winked at Draco before heading over to her.
Moments later he saw Theo engaging the girl in conversation, whispering in her ear and intimately brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
The girl enjoyed the attention, she laughed at something Theo said.
His friends were clearly having an enjoyable time, while he nursed his drink. It was discomforting.
He scanned the immediate area again lazily; his head wasn't in the game today.
Had Granger fucked with him again?
He had thought of little else for the past three days but her leg around him, and the feel of her skin underneath his fingers.
Brief it might have been, but powerful just the same.
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Fanfiction**MATURE CONTENT ** (Smut alert!) His eyes defiant and wild, Draco spoke to her in barely a whisper, "We need this, Granger. Marry Weasley, but tonight you belong to me." Taking her small trembling hand in his, Draco led her to the bedroom. Hermio...
