Dancing Queen

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...

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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??'

Dancing Queen

Dancing Queen
Written By: <a href=mailto:buffytwin1@aol.com>Andrea Stacy</a><br>
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 <br>
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: Okay, here is the 2nd and final part to this story, its not a "sexy" as the first. Enjoy...
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The next morning, Hermione awoke to the overly bright sun shinning into her room and over her face. hermione turned to her side as she groaned. "The sun is to bright today, and my head is positively pounding." She said to herself as she turned back over and glanced at the clock on the night stand by her bed.

Hermione sat up with a start, she had completely overslept. It was now 10:40am, and she had missed breakfast... She groaned again as she struggled to get out of her warm bed. The floor in her dormitory which she shared with no one since she had been made Head Girl seemed unusually cold beneath her bare feet. She quickly dressed, and headed down to the gryffindor common room.

Her head still pounding slightly she scanned the large room, and quickly spotted Harry. He was sitting alone on the large overstuffed sofa, surrounded by books. He seemed to be studying. <i>'Thats odd...'</i> thought Hermione <i>'Harry studying on a Saturday morning?'</i> She shrugged to herself, and quickly brushed off the thought as she approached him, as she got closer, she noticed that he hadn't written anything on the piece of parchment in front of him, and in fact, he seemed to be daydreaming... harry daydreaming behind his books, so that no one would bother him, or notice him, was nothing new to Hermione, but Harry usually only did this before a Quiditch match, but there was no Quicitch today...

Hermione tapped harry lightly on the shoulder bringing him out of his thoughts, as she plopped herself down on the sofa next to him. Once Harry had noticed her, he quickly looked down avoiding her eyes, and bluching fiercly. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Daydreaming about Cho?" She asked, and to her surprise he didn't answer her right away. "No, not quit Hermione." He finally said through gritted teeth. He was still a deep shade of red, but at least now he was looking at her.

"Then please tell me, what possibly could have Harry Potter all flushed??" she asked, now ver curious. Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't remember do you?" He asked. "Remember what?" She replied a puzzled look spreading over her face. "Um... lastnight Hermione. At the club." Harry began, but Hermione stopped him. "OH, I remember the club, and that horribly silly outfit Luna and lavender put me in. Thank goodness for long overcoats!" She said exasperated. "Err...what else do you remember Mione?" He asked. She paused for a moment thinking. "Well... I remember some nice men buying me drinks, and paying me loads of attention especially once it became to hot for the overcoat, and I was forced to removed it..." She looked at Harry, whom returned her gaze. "Anything else?" He asked when she didn't say anything more. Harry noticed that her cheeks reddened slightly as she thought for a moment. "Well, yes Harry, I do remember that we shared a dance ... but then we all left a bit after that. Why?" She didn't seem to think their dance was anything out of the ordinary Harry noticed. "That dance Hermione... it was ... it was HOT." He blushed a bit deeper.

Hermione blushed as well, and looked him right in the eyes. She gathered all her courage, and asked, "Oh? How so, did you...like it?" She smiled innocently at him. "Did I like it?!" He repeated, he hadn't expected her to ask him that. He had expected her to have been to pissed drunk lastnight to even remember their dance. "Yes, Harry, did you like it?" She asked again, and moved in closer to him. "Because you did seem to be enjoying it..." She smiled again, and winked at him. Harry just stared at her, eyes wide. "Hermione... you ... you remember??" Hermione nodded at this, and continued, "I sobered up about halfway through, but decided to just go along with it. I've never done something so bold before, and it felt kinda good ... plus I was sure you thought I was just drunk, and it seemed you were enjoying the moment as well..." She looked down, blushing more, as she fiddled with a loose string on one of the cushions, avoiding his eyes. "Guess not then..." She said softly after Harry hadn't responded.

Harry didn't know what to say. She had for the most part, completely know what she was doing. That kiss, does that mean she knew what she was doing then as well, that she had possibly WANTED to kiss him? When Harry finally looked back at Hermione, he noticed she was nervously fidgeting in her seat. She looked upset. "Uh...no, I mean yes! I mean...it was interesting, defiantly interesting, and hot Hermione. You really shouldn't go around teasing boys like that, leading them on and such." She then raised her eyes to once again meet his, she had a very serious look on her face. "But I wasn't, I wasn't trying to lead you on Harry. I guess, I was just enjoying the moment a bit to much, and didn't want it to end, But Harry I meant it when I kissed you." She gently placed a hand on his knee, but then quickly removed it looking away. Harry stopped her, and took her hand in his. "You did?" he had a very hopeful look on his face. He had never told anyone before, but he had had a crush on his female best friend since their 5th year together, and now, in their 7th year, his feeling for her had only grown. There had been moments before. Moments where it seemed she may return his feelings, and he had wanted to tell her so meny times before, but the moment just never seemed right to him. Maybe that's why she had done what she did, to finally get out what everyone already knew, that Harry liked Hermione. "Yes," Hermione began stealing him from his thoughts. She took a deep breath, and continued, "Of course I meant it Harry, I've meant it for quite a while now ... it's just, with the end of our time together here at Hogwarts approaching, and Voldemort, I... I didn't want to hold back anymore. I don't want to hold back anymore. Not when I could lose you." Harry noticed that she had tears brimming her eyes now, threatening to spill over. She squeezed his hand a bit, took another large breath, and continued to speak. "Harry I did it because I have feelings for you ... feelings beyond friendship..." She looked away from him blushing more, as she waiting for his reaction.

Harry tightened his hand around hers, a smile spreading across his face. He had always thought that when he finally admitted to Hermione his true feelings for her, it would be him admitting to it first, but that wasn't the case, she had told him first, and now she was waiting for him to do, or say something...

Harry didn't say anything, just leaned over very close to her, and gently turned her to face him again. Their eyes locked for a moment before Harry closed his own eyes, and captured her soft lips with his own. Even after all that she had said Harry was still worried that she might pull away from him, but she didn't, instead she leaned further into him. She opened her mouth to him, and he tongue moved across his lips, as she encircled her arms around his neck. His mouth opened and he took her in. She tasted so sweet, he never wanted this moment to end. Their slow soft kissing grew deeper as Hermione pressed her body firmly against his, as their tongues continued to message eachother. Harry let out a low groan as she finally pulled away. A smile playing upon her rosy lips.

They just looked at eachother for a few moments silently before Harry finally spoke. "So Hermione, I have been wondering ... where exactly did you learn to dance like that?" He asked her raising an eyebrow. She smiled coyly at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She replied. She then stood up still holding his hand in her own, and began to pull him up off the sofa. "Hey, were are we going Moine??" Harry asked looking very confused. She eyes him, a smile smile playing across her features "I thought maybe you'd like a private show is all." She shrugged, and with that he eagerly rose, and followed her up to her private Head Girl room, silently thanking whomever it was that decided the Headboy and Girl should get their own private rooms. Harry followed Hermione up the stars, not caring that he was leaving his books behind. He defiantly wanted a private show, from his dancing queen.

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