The Dragon Club

Hermione felt his eyes on her the moment she walked into the bar, though she didn't know where he was. She shrugged off her wrap and stuffed it into the small beaded bag that held her wand and money.

The place was just as Justin, the proprietor, had described it when she ran into him last week at Flourish and Blott's. Though the purebloods, and likely many of the half-bloods, wouldn't know, it resembled an upscale muggle nightclub. Private booths, thumping music, a crowded dancefloor, and bottle service.

She swept her eyes over the room and they immediately zeroed in on a white-blonde head near the bar. She briefly made eye contact with him, warm brown colliding with steel grey, before she cut a path across the floor and perched on an open stool a way down.