Something In The Way She Moves

A/N: Hello again! So, sit back and relax, I have a tale to tell…this is in answer to a request from a reader who asked me to write a Dramione using the personality Draco possessed in Mastering Temptation. He is clever, witty and a bit sadistic, but lovable. I believe him to be redeemable and that is always what I strive for when I write Draco…


As always Canon is out the window in this fic. You will find moments where they are OOC in some ways but I make no apologies. =) I write the story as I see it unfolding. If you are a canon lover, read no further, my stories are not for you.

This is dedicated to MY Jenny…a girl couldn’t ask for a better friend.






Chapter 1: Just In For A Drink

Hermione sat in the back of the smoke filled bar, hidden within the shadows in the corner. She was still nursing the same pint of dark ale she had ordered when she walked in and her eyes had not left the stage for a single moment in the last hour. She was mesmerized and astonished as she watched the fluid movements of the man seated on a low stood behind a large set of drums.

The intense look of concentration on his face was incredible to behold as his hands beat out a rhythm. He held the sticks loosely in his hands, much like he would hold his wand. Pale skin glowed in the lights aimed at the stage, his white blonde hair catching the colored strobes and reflecting it back.


She never would have dreamed he would be content to simply be in the background, to be anything other than center stage. But she could see clearly that he was happy, enjoying himself as he played, lost in the rhythm.

She didn’t move as the band finished their set and made their way through the crowd. Women flocked to him and while he was polite, he kept moving towards the bar. The bartender passed him a bottle of water as he climbed onto a stool and rested his elbows on the smooth cherry surface.



Slowly the bar began to empty as they approached the wee hours of the morning. She continued to sit there, her glass of ale warm and undrinkable as she watched him talk with the barkeep, tossing his head back and laughing at some joke that passed between them. The overhead lights came on, blinding her temporarily as she tried to adjust to the change.

“Miss…we are closed.” The barkeep said as he took her glass. “Do you need a ride home?”

“Um..n..no.” She said, shaking her head.


“It’s alright, Ethan. She can stay, I will see her home.” A deep, familiar voice drawled from somewhere behind the barkeep.


“Sure thing, Boss.” Ethan wiped the table down quickly and headed back to the bar. Hermione looked up, her soft whiskey colored eyes meeting the sharp silver gaze of her onetime enemy.

“Of all the gin joints in the world, you had to wander into mine.” Draco Malfoy smirked as he looked down at the familiar witch. He hadn’t seen her in nearly a decade, not since they had left school. “So, Granger, what brings you into my bar?” He asked, grabbing a chair and turning it around, straddling the back and folding his arms on top of it.

“I slipped in for a drink is all, I had no idea it was your place.” She said softly, her eyes darting back and forth nervously.

“I don’t see Scarhead or Weasel, surely you aren’t here drinking alone?” He smiled rather smugly as he took in the changes the years had wrought. Her hair was impossibly long, a mess of wild curls that trailed over her shoulders and down her back to her hips. From what he could see she had a fine figure; full breasts and a narrow waist. She still wasn’t the best dresser, wearing a pair of jeans and a printed tee shirt that said Save the broom and ride the seeker with a pair of white trainers. She wore no makeup, not that she needed it, the natural look worked for her.

“I am capable of going someplace without them.” She said, shifting uncomfortably. “I didn’t expect to see you.”


“I certainly didn’t expect to see you.” He said, amused by the nervous expression on her face. “Did you enjoy the band?”

“Yes, very much. I had no idea you were musically inclined.” She said. Draco chuckled at her posh phrasing.

“There is probably a lot you don’t know about me, Granger. We weren’t exactly close.” He smiled. “I have always been interested in music; there was just no outlet for it in school. I play several instruments.”


“I’m impressed, do you sing?” She asked.

“In the shower.” He smirked, watching the flush creep up her neck. “Now that we have the small talk out of the way would you care to tell me why you are still sitting in my bar after closing?”

She looked guilty, as though she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been. She reached for her purse and withdrew some cash, tossing it to the table.

“I didn’t mean to stay so long.” She said, her cheeks rosy as she slipped her arms into her jacket. Draco watched her in amazement, the normally unshakable Hermione Granger was flustered and having difficulty donning her jacket. He grabbed her wrist as she tried to walk by him.

“You didn’t answer the question.” He said softly. “Everyone left, the music ended and the bar is closed….why are you still here?”


“I don’t know.” She answered truthfully. She had no idea what made her stay. She hadn’t come for anything more than a drink after work, to listen to some music and relax. Nothing prepared her for her body’s reaction to seeing him again. Had he always been so attractive? Had he always had such an impish light in his eyes?

Draco saw the confusion in her eyes and he could see it warring with a budding interest that fascinated him. Was she attracted to him? Could she, finally, after all the years that had passed, return his interest?

He had fancied her from 3rd year on, ever since she socked him in the nose. He couldn’t have let her know that then, not that she would have received it well, but now…perhaps now… Draco withdrew his wand and flicked it at the jukebox in the corner and the slow, steady sounds of Something In The Way She Moves began to play.

Hermione’s heart began to pound when he slid her purse from her fingers and tossed it onto the table. He moved behind her and slid her jacket from her shoulders, laying it on top of her purse. He slowly turned her in his arms, her head tucked down, not meeting his gaze. He slid one arm around her waist and nudged her chin up with his other hand before wrapping it around her fingers as he began rocking slowly side to side.


“I like the shirt, Granger.” He said smiling. “I was a seeker you know.”


“I know.” She replied softly, her heart pounding at his nearness.


“Did you stay for me?” He asked, silver meeting amber as he magically lowered the lights. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip and she turned her face away. “Don’t look away, Hermione.” He said. “I like to think you waited for me.”

“I don’t…I…” She stammered. She didn’t know what to say, there were no words, no reasons for her actions. She didn’t understand why she stayed, why she had been unable to look away, to walk away.

“You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to…just nod or shake your head.” He said smiling. “Did you stay for me?” He asked, watching as she nodded her head slowly. “Good.” He said softly and pulled her tight against him, pressing his face into her fragrant curls as he led their movements to music.

Hermione turned her head and rested her cheek against his shoulder. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she allowed herself to be held by him. He smelled so good, like bayberry soap and cigar smoke. She slid her hand along his shoulder and cupped the back of his neck, her fingers ruffling the silky hairs at his nape.

“Do you want me to see you home?” He asked. She shook her head softly against his shoulder. Draco smiled, his hand sliding lower to her hip and his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He brushed his lips against her ear, blowing softly before whispering “Do you want to come home with me?” She nodded pressing her face into his chest. “Look at me.”

Hermione lifted her face reluctantly and met his gaze. Draco smoothed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“Do you want to come home with me?” He asked again, needing her to look him in the eye when she answered.

“Yes.” She said softly. She thought she should probably feel some guilt, but she just couldn’t muster any. It wasn’t like she walked into a bar and picked up a stranger; they knew each other to an extent, even if it had been years since they had spoken. She hadn’t planned on a one night stand or hooking up with anyone. But now that she had seen him, touched him, smelled him…all she could think about was being taken by him.

She was lonely, so lonely it pained her at times. Her friends were all married with families and she was alone more often than not. She was consumed by her job as a magical researcher and she rarely made time for dating or socializing. She needed this, needed him and the momentary reprieve from her loneliness, even if was only for the night. He was familiar and to an extent safe, she would seize the moment and for once in her life take something that she wanted, something to satisfy her. For once she would be selfish, just this once.


“Let me lock up.” He said softly as he stepped away from her and went around the bar closing up, locking the safe and shutting off the lights. He held her jacket while she slipped her arms into the sleeves. He took her elbow and led her outside. It was late spring and fairly warm out, even at four in the morning. The streets of London were fairly deserted, the lights of the city shining brightly.

“What are we doing out here? Aren’t we going to apparate to the Manor?” She asked, somewhat confused as Draco locked the doors to his business and shoved the keys into his pocket.

“Why? Do you want to chat with my parents?” He asked with an amused smile as he pulled her around the corner. “I have a flat a few blocks from here. Did you think I would live with my parents?”

“I thought it was traditional for the Malfoys to live at the manor, it is certainly big enough.” She said.


“When I inherit, I will move back, but for now I prefer my own space without my father watching my every move. Though he still tries.” He chuckled. Hermione watched in amazement as he slid his arms into the black leather jacket he had been carrying then threw his leg over the seat of a sleek, black and chrome motorbike.

He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small object. He looked around to make certain no one was watching, and then enlarged the object into a shiny black helmet. He tapped it with his wand and duplicated it, shoving the copy at Hermione.

“What is this?” She asked, staring at the helmet in her hands stupidly.

“A helmet, I have never had an accident but it is better safe than dead.” He said, turning the key and bringing the roaring engine of the bike to life. “Come on, I promise I wont hurt you.” He shouted over the roar of the bike. She continued to stand there staring at him as though he had lost his mind.

Draco reached out and pulled her close. He took the time to shove her hair back before pulling the helmet down over her head and buckling the chin strap. He took her purse and shrunk it before tucking it into his pocket.

“Get on.” He said again, wanting to laugh as she awkwardly climbed onto the seat behind him. He grasped the backs of her knees and guided her legs to the foot pegs then pulled her arms around his waist. “Hold on now.” He said, balancing the bike and raising the kickstand before easing it out onto the street. As soon as he was certain the roads were clear he opened it up and took off, racing through the streets of muggle London as though flying on a broom.

Hermione held on for dear life. Her hands fisting in the front of his jacket as she squealed and buried her face in his back. Draco laughed and sped through the deserted streets. He took the long way home, taking a scenic route along the Thames, Tower Bridge illuminated in the distance.

He finally pulled to a halt in front of a large, multistoried building. He eased the bike to the curb and lowered the kickstand before turning it off. He put his hands over hers where they were still twisted in the leather of his jacket.

“Hermione, you can let go now.” He said quietly as he loosened her fingers. He held her hand and guided her off of the bike before following her. He stood on the curb with her for a moment, just staring at her, and then he reached up, unfastened the helmet and pulled it from her head setting it alongside his on the bike seat. “Are you alright?”

“What makes you ride that thing?” She asked breathlessly. Draco smiled and laughed softly.


“Because it drives my parents crazy…and it’s almost like flying.” He said, reaching for her hand. He pulled her along behind him as he walked up the carpeted path beneath a blue awning that led to the building’s front door.


“Good morning, Mr. Malfoy.” The tall, pale bellman greeted, lifting his hat and revealing his shiny bald head.

“Good morning, Todd.” Draco said, tossing him the bike key. “Take her straight to the car park, no joyriding.”

“Yes, sir.” Todd said with a chuckle as he went outside to tend the bike. Draco led Hermione onto the lift, and then used a key to direct it to the penthouse apartment.

“It figures you wouldn’t have a normal flat.” She said, somewhat amused.

“I may have adjusted to real life, Hermione, but I am still a Malfoy.” He smirked, leaning against the wood paneled interior of the lift, his arms and ankles crossed. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and shifted nervously, her eyes darting to the ornate needle slowly moving from number to number above the mirrored doors.


“Why are you staring at me?” She asked finally, staring at her own reflection.

“You didn’t think we would be doing this without me looking at you did you?” He asked, his pulse leaping at her sudden gasp. “I want to look at you.”

“Why?” She asked, her voice so soft he barely heard her.


“I always liked looking at you.” He told her, tilting his head to the side. “You caught me on more than one occasion staring at you in class, in the dining hall or in the corridors.”


“I always assumed you were looking for a good time to hex me.” She said.

“I never hexed you because I wanted to hurt you…I just couldn’t tell you how much I wanted you. Not then.”

“And now?” She asked, still staring into the mirrored doors. She watched the reflection as he pushed from the wall and came to stand behind her. He rested his hands on her shoulders and pressed tight against her back, his head dipping to whisper in her ear.


“I still want you, more than ever.” He said just as the bell dinged and the lift doors opened.