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A/N: Thanks very much to Mischievous_T, MiaMadwyn, and ApollinaV for helping me through this.

Many fics have had coincidental meetings in Muggle dance clubs. I hope I'm not blatantly stealing ideas from any one of them. And I apologize in advance for various 'wand' and 'wood' euphemisms. :)

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Yeah, I'm hot blooded, check it and see

Gods, he was maneouvering her toward the hallway to the loo!

The beginnings of a plan were coming together in Hermione's lust-addled brain, and she allowed herself to be danced into the smelly hallway. The club regulars knew to avoid the disgusting loos, so she should be able to make her move without Muggle witnesses.

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Feel the fever burning inside of me

"Yes," he thought, "just a few steps further and..." He had her against the wall, still grinding to the beat. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on the wall, exposing a lovely neck to him. Her mouth was slightly open and he could her her small grunts as he thrust against her.

"God, you are so hot, woman," he breathed into her ear.

She moaned, "Not here," and pulled him by his belt into the girls' lav.

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Now! While his head was turned as he latched the door, she grabbed her wand from its hidden holster on the inside of her thigh.

"Stupef–

"Protego!"

His reflexes were bloody fast.

The two of them circled each other slowly in the small room, wands pointed at each other's chests.

"Shit. It is you, Granger, isn't it? You can drop the Glamour now," he snarled.

The tension between them was thick. Danger, fear and old hatred intermingled with strong currents of sexual attraction.

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Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?

Oh, before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who

"What are you doing here? And where's your partner in crime? Does Vol– You Know Who know you're off slumming with Muggles?"

The growl in Hermione's voice said more than the words she uttered, although she saw him flinch when he mentioned his transgression. She let the Glamour slip from her face, but the look in her eyes was so unlike the woman he knew, she may as well have left it in place.

"What's your game, girl? You'll never best me in a fight. You know that."

"Maybe not, but you won't get away unmarked."

Hot blooded, every night

"You want to hex me now? Hmmm... a moment ago you were practically shagging me. Naughty, naughty, Granger."

Hot blooded, you're looking so tight

"Yes, well let's not forget who approached whom. I could read your intentions clear across the dance floor."

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The circles described by their footsteps were getting gradually smaller, their wands almost touching. Their rough breathing echoed in the small room.

"True, but for all I knew, you were some Muggle stranger. You, on the other hand, knew exactly on whose cock you were getting yourself off. That excited you, didn't it?"

His voice was low and smooth, his customary drawl sounding more like a purr.

"Or how about when you were molesting my nipples? You looked like you enjoyed that quite a lot. I sure did."

"Molesting your– Did I– I was searching for your wand, you egotistical git!" She hated that he always seemed to be able to push her buttons.

"Umhmm. If it's my wand you were looking for, you should have felt–" He locked eyes with her again.

"just a little–" He stepped closer.

"Lower." He closed the distance between their hips, pinning her against the wall again.

Their wands now crossed in an X between their chests, any ability to aim destroyed by the closeness of their bodies. They had a stalemate. For either of them to point and hex, they'd have to let up the pressure on the other's weapon, giving an opening for the other to strike.

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Hot blooded, now you're driving me wild

Hot blooded, I'm so hot for you, child

The lyrics, though muffled, made their way into her consciousness. He began thrusting against her again as one hand stroked her and came to rest just under her breast.

"Hear that, Granger?" he panted. "Am I driving you wild? You look a little wild tonight. And you're making me..."

His words were lost as he dove in to capture her mouth. His thumb brushed lightly over her nipple. She moaned in response and greedily returned the kiss.

"I can Apparate us to Grimmauld Place," she thought through the haze. Her hips joined his in the dance.

Three D's, she told herself. Deepening the kiss, she wrapped her free hand around his back, grasping the tight tee shirt and pulling him closer.

Hot blooded, you're making me sing

Destination... unnh.

Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing

Determination... ohhh.

Deliberation. She held him close and pushed off the wall, turning slightly as she did. The tight squeeze of Apparition forced out what little breath she had in her body.

She landed perfectly on the lintel of Order Headquarters. Alone.

She looked at her free hand, now an empty fist.

Bloody fast reflexes, that one had. Taking a deep breath to calm her pounding heart, she reached for the doorknob to go inside, but hesitated.

Where had he gone? Would he come back to that club? If she went back tomorrow... would she see him there? Would she ever see him again? Why had he... Oh, Gods, why had he kissed her like that?

She shook her head in an attempt to rid it of the fog and then turned to go in, the stirring echos of the music still ringing in her ears.

Hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

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fin

NOTES:

So who is it: Severus or Draco? My lovely beta readers all seemed to think I was writing Severus, but I totally had Draco in mind as my hot blooded bad boy. However, I left out names and any distinguishing characteristics such as light, dark, pointy, sallow, etc, so you could picture the bumping and grinding Dark Wizard of your choice. :)

Thanks to TalesofSnape for the beautiful banner with the perfect Hermione – and which keeps the wizard ambiguous as well! :D

"Hot Blooded," Foreigner, Words and music by Lou Gramm and Mick Jones.