Unofficial Portkey Archive

Dancing Queen
Written By: Andrea Stacy
Rating: R
Harry and Hermione somehow end up at a muggle night club where Hermione shares a very suductive dance with Harry.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I am simply
expressing my love for the books through this fiction. Please don't sue me. I also do not own, and I did not write the Abba song 'Dancing Queen'.

Authers Note: Well This is my first attempt at a "sexy" fanfic, most of my HP fics are G-PG13, and are always told from the point of view of the main character of the story. This fic is different, so please bear with me...

--------------------------

He didn't know how they ended up here, but they had. They weren't supposed to be outside of Hogwarts this time of night, and he was 100% sure they weren't supposed to be at a muggle night club of all places. Oh the levels of trouble they could get into for this, but yet Harry didn't really care. He was happy for the distraction from his life right now, happy to be in a large room full of people who didn't constantly talk about Voldemort, or the prophecy, but mostly he was happy to be surrounded by people who didn't know who he was. No one all night so far had looked at his scar, and Harry liked it that way.

Earlier that night, Luna had told him, Ron, and Hermione that her father was currently working undercover at a muggle night club, and that she had in fact been to this night club before more than once. Of course Ron didn't believe her, and so Harry and Hermione, against her protests, had been dragged to the night club along with Ron as proof.

Luna had even persuaded Lavender to lend Hermione some clothes, since according to Luna, you can't go to a night club in wizard, or even normal street clothes. Harry and Ron had luckily managed to find outfits that satisfied Luna, but not Hermione. Hermione had ended up being dressed by Luna, and Lavender. Harry smirked at the mere memory of what they had dressed her in. She actually didn't look bad at all. Hermione actually had a great body. No one would ever know this of course since she hid it under such conservative attire. Harry felt lucky to have had the opportunity to see Hermione dressed as she was tonight. Luna and Lavender had put her in a tight black mini skirt, a low cut equally as tight periwinkle blue studded top, and knee high go go boots.

naturally Hermione hated the outfit, and had refused to wear it, but Ron and Harry had somehow persuaded her to go along with it. Harry had told her it was the only outfit she had, and that it just wouldn't be the same without her there with them. That had done it. Hermione gave in, but not before grabbing a long over coat, and covering herself safely with it.

At the moment, now having been at the club for about an hour, Harry noticed that Hermione was nowhere to be found. 'She's probably off hiding in the loo.' he thought to himself with a smirk. He quickly scanned the crowed of people. The music was thumping loudly in his ears. His eyes fell upon one of the many couples dancing. They were moving slowly together, each completely in tune with the other. The woman stood with her back pressed up against the mans front as he leaned into her, his hands wondering from her shoulders, to her waist, finally resting on her bottom. The whole thing seemed very erotic. Harry blushed, and quickly looked away at the realization that he was starring.

He could never dance that seductively with someone... He wouldn't know what to do, plus he was sure that he would be incredibly embarrassed by the entire situation, and who would want to dance like that with him anyway? Just then someone hit him hard on the back. Harry turned around to lay his eyes upon a sight he truly thought he would never see. It was Hermione, and she had removed her long overcoat, and she was smiling up at him. Giggling. Then Harry noticed it. The drink in her hand. Harry quickly reached over and removed the cup from her grasp. He smelled its contents. Yep, just as he thought, it had alcohol in it. "Hermione," He started, "you've been drinking." She looked a bit confused at first, but then smiled up at him again. Harry couldn't help the blush that was spreading across his cheeks, she really did look good in that outfit, and now she wasn't covered by that damned overcoat. He liked it. "Harry of course I've been drinking." She said, "I was thirsty, and a nice man offered to buy me a coke." She paused for a moment to think. "It didn't really taste like a coke though, but it was good ... and oh Harry, everyone has been so nice to me tonight, after the first coke, two other men bought me two more cokes!!" She giggled, "Isn't that funny Harry, guys buying me drinks and all?" She giggled again, and slapped Harry's arm playfully. "Hermione, this is a Rum & Coke, you're drunk." She smiled again, and crinkled her nose at him, just as the DJ put on a new song: 'Dancing Queen', by Abba. "Yes, I suppose I am a bit, and I absolutely love this song!" She said, as she grabbed his arm tight, and pulled him onto the large dance floor with her. Without any words, she pressed her backside firmly against his lean body, and began to sway with the music.

She slowly moved her bottom up and down against his pelvic area, brushing against his now hardening manhood. Harry blushed, and tried to turn her around. He was relieved when she did turn around to face him, but she didn't stop dancing, nor did she seem to notice the different shades of scarlet Harry was now turning, and if she did notice, she certainly didn't seem to care.

She smiled at him again, but this time the smile was different. Not the smile of a pissed drunk 17 year old school girl, but the smile of a sexy, confident woman, a woman who knew how tempting she really was. Very tempting Harry thought, as he loosened his collar.

Hermione lightly placed her arms around Harry's neck, and drew him even closer to her, as she continued to brush her body against his. Her hands traveled down, and seemed to be exploring his body. Harry looked down at her. Her eyes were now closed as she moved against him. He then gave into the temptation, and placed his hands on her hips. She smiled contentedly at his touch. 'This doesn't seem so bad, just an innocent dance with a friend.' Harry thought to himself, but really Harry knew better, especially when Hermione opened her eyes once more. She looked deeply into Harry's emerald eyes, her own chocolate eyes seemed to be on fire with her own desire. She leaned into Harry, and slowly licked his earlobe. Before Harry could do anything, she had turned around in his arms, and once again her backside was tightly pressed against his body. She continued her movements in time to the beat of the song, which Harry had remembered to always be much faster, and upbeat than it was now. This must be a remix because the once fun, upbeat song, was now slow and seductive

Hermione once again made it a point to brush her firm bottom against Harry's manhood. She continued to torture him this way until he was sure there was no way she didn't notice his now throbbing erection. To his great relief, she pulled away slightly, only to turn and face him once more. Their eyes met again in a fiery of passion, as she mouthed the words to the well known song. She then became very bold, and not breaking eye contact, she lightly pressed her hand against his throbbing rod, all the while still singing out the lyrics silently to herself, and Harry...

"You're a teaser you turn him on, leave him burning and then you're gone."

With that last chorus, she removed her had from his erection. She reached up to cup his cheek in her hand, as she lifted herself up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips softly at first, but the kiss quickly deepened. Hermione brushed her tongue against his lower lip, but just as quickly as it happened it ended when she finally pealed her body from his, and disappeared into the crowed leaving Harry alone on the dance floor, jaw nearly to the floor...

Harry struggled to pull himself together as he stood motionless, and now alone on the dance floor. he did manage to form one thought however as he starred off into the direction she had gone. 'Where in the world did she learn to dance like that??'