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Come Closer by KawaiiAce2003
Chapter 3 : Clubbin'
 
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"What are you doing here?" I asked amazed that Ron was standing at my doorstep.

"Sorry to pop in like this," He said. "But we were lost down the street and Hermione happened to remember your card and noticed that we weren't too far from you."

Damn he was cute. From his softy red hair down to his brown Timberlands. But the thing that will always get to me are his deep blue eyes. That was weird to me, since redheads usually had green eyes.

"Um…. where are they now?" I asked.

Ron moved to the side and showed the black Ford Excursion that was parked right on the curb. I could see Draco and Harry peaking out from the windows waving. I waved back and motioned them to come in.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Ron said and I nodded my head.

"Sure, I have nothing else to do."

I moved aside as Ron walked in with the others behind him. Draco and Hermione walked in hand in hand with Harry closely behind them. I lead them to the couch and Ron decided to stand next to me. And I couldn't help but noticed that his foot was brushing mine.

Snap out of it Kris!

"So what were you guys doing that got you so lost?"

"We were supposed to meet up with our friend Dean for lunch," Hermione explained. "But for some reason we couldn't find how to get to Manhattan."

"I could take you to Manhattan," I suggested. "But we need to take the train. It will be a lot quicker."

"Train?" Draco said uncomfortably. "We've never ridden a muggle train before."

Hermione pinched his arm and the two boys looked at him angrily.

"What's muggle?" I asked.

"It means Americans to us in Britain," Harry said quickly. "Sorry, you might hear us say a lot of British slang a lot."

"It's cool, same here," I said confused.

I could tell there was some kinda hidden meaning behind the word 'muggle'. Why else would Hermione hit him when he said it? These kids have more secrets than President Bush.

"By the way, how old are you guys?"

"Eighteen," They all said at the same time.

Eighteen. These kids just got legal! And I can't believe I was actually getting these weird feelings over an eighteen-year-older. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Give me a second to get my bag," I said and walked into my bedroom.

I brushed my hair into a ponytail and put on only some lip-gloss. I usually don't wear make-up since I have a natural beauty. Not being conceited or anything this is just what I am told. I threw on some silver hoops and keep my neck bare. I never wear necklaces since I always lose them. I walked back to the living room seeing everyone standing up and waiting for me.

"Sorry, did I take to long?"

"No, it was worth the wait." Ron said and held out his arm.

I looked at in amazement. He was flirting with me! And I like it! I've never had butterflies before, even when I met James. I just brushed it off and took his arm. It wouldn't hurt to spend the day with him. I mean them….





"I never knew it was normal to pee on a train," Draco said shuttering at the thought.

"Yeah, people do that when they don't have a bathroom to go to. Or a home at that," I said walking down the streets of Manhattan.

"That was absolutely appalling!" Hermione said.

"Being here, I'm sure there will be a lot of things appalling," Ron said holding my hand.

While on the train he was pressed up behind me since it was crowded as hell. Like all New York trains, it was a bumpy ride and he held on to my waist to keep me steady. And if that wasn't enough to make the butterflies multiply in my stomach, he had bent down his head and his breath was brushing against my neck. Which just so happens to be one of my spots. When finally the train stopped, I almost fell to the ground and he caught me and put his hand in mind. He hasn't let go ever since and I never said anything.

"Down there, Kris?" Hermione asked pointing to the large flashing building.

"Yeah, that is 'McGuire's."

We walked down the busy street and across over to the famous steak and grill bar. Dean must have some good taste because that was one of the most prestigious restaurants in Manhattan.

"Wow, Dean has done well ever since the…. OW!" Harry decided to stop Draco from talking by stepping on his foot.

These kids were getting weirder by the minute. There was always something with them that was odd. Now that I think about it, even though it was crowded and noisy on the train, Harry and Hermione were whispering to each other. I overheard 'Voldemort' and 'Dumbledore' whoever the hell that is.

"Hi, we are here to see Dean please," Hermione said to the hostess.

"Is the owner expecting a meeting from you?" She asked.

Owner? They're friends with the owner?

"Yes he is."

We all looked over to the left and saw a very tall and handsome man with a black suit on. He had on a red tie and his hair was cut low on his head. He was black and had a stature about him that screamed he was strong and powerful, but in a good way.

"How are you guys?" He said and hugged the others while I stood to the side.

"Great!" Hermione exclaimed happily. "Obviously you are doing well."

"Yeah, well I didn't know that I have a passion for cooking."

I notice that even though Ron had shook Dean's hand, he never let go of mine. Which I think Dean took notice of.

"Is this your…. friend?" Emphasis on the friend, how discreet of him.

"No, I'm just his friend without the emphasis," I said holding out my hand.

"Sorry," He said and shook my hand. "Is everyone hungry? Lunch is on me."

Everyone cheered, including me since I never pass up a free meal. Not saying that I was greedy or anything, okay, maybe a little, but I never gain any weight so why not enjoy this wonderful metabolism until it's gone.

"I'll seat everyone in the V.I.P. section, so I can serve you myself," Dean said sitting us in a very nice and spacious booth that was in the back, with a sliver sheet over the entrance that you could see out, but not in.

"How did you do that?" I asked about the sheet.

"Do what? That blanket?" Dean said back to me. "Oh it's just a simple spe…."

"Special gift we got him for his opening," Hermione interrupted quickly. "We bought it from a fortune teller who was very good at what she did."

"Yeah, that's what it was. A present," Dean said. "Well I will get you all some drinks! What would you like?"

Everyone looked over the menu and I had found something I like.

Everyone else ordered sodas, with the exception of Hermione who wanted lemonade, and we also ordered the appetizer sampler. As we waited for the drinks Harry asked the question that I knew was on everyone's mind.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you Kris?"

"I'm twenty-five."

Everyone looked at me in shook and I wasn't surprised. Most people I meet think I'm eighteen or even younger.

"I would have never guessed," Hermione said in awe.

"I thought you were at least twenty-one," Draco said.

Ron didn't make any comments as he looked at me talking. Of course he was sitting next to me but just a little too close. He legs were brushing against my bare one and even though he was wearing thick jeans, I could feel his skin. Weird I know, but I just have heightened senses like that.

Dean came back with our drinks and the sampler. Half of the things on there I didn't recognize but they were all great. We gave Dean our main order, which was just a large platter of seafood that we could all share with some fries. As we attacked the platter I noticed that Ron had some sauce on the side of his lip. I couldn't resist wiping my thumb across it and he stopped cold. He stared at me and when I made my way to wipe it on a napkin he stopped me. He lifted my thumb up to his mouth and gently licked the sauce off.

"This is really good sauce," He said in a very deep and husky voice.

Very sexy.

I could feel the chills travel throughout my body and I had to get out of there. I excused myself and had to get Harry up since he was the bottom piece of bread in the Ron, Kris, and Harry sandwich. I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I can't believe the feelings I'm getting for this kid.

What the hell is wrong with me? I have a wonderful boyfriend who could possibly ask me to be his wife one day. I can't be getting all hot and heavy over some teenager. I'm not Stella! I don't need to get my groove back!

"Kris?"

I turned around and saw Hermione standing right beside me. I looked at her and wondered how the hell she got in and beside me without me hearing her.

"What's wrong? Did we do something?" She asked looking genuinely hurt.

"Oh no!" I exclaimed. "It was just getting really hot there and I needed some air for a second," No point in lying.

"Oh okay," Hermione brightened up and checked herself in the mirror.

She was actually really pretty. She had really thick hair that was in curls and in a beautiful shade of golden brown. She was thin but still had some curves. There was an intelligent beauty about her as if she was really smart but not nerdy about it.

"You're really attractive Kris," She said randomly.

"You think so? Thanks, I think you're pretty too."

Hermione blushed and said, "No, I think that I'm just really boring."

"Well maybe we need to lighten you up."

"Huh?"

I had a great idea, why not take them to a club in Manhattan? They were old enough to go they just couldn't drink. And I haven't been to one in a long time since James isn't really a 'club' person.

As we walked back to the table I told Hermione the plan. She seemed really up to it since she had never been to a club before. When I told the guys they were cool about it except Draco. He looked like he knew what a club was like and didn't want Hermione to go dance with other guys. When he told her this she reassured him that she would only dance with him.

"Dinner's up!" Dean said and placed the large plate of food in front of us.

After about an hour of eating and talking, everyone was full but satisfied. We were all debating on how we would pay for it but Dean said it was on the house. As we walked out of the restaurant it was getting dark and I knew soon the club would be open. I led everyone down the four blocks there as Ron held onto my hand. Which was my suggestion since I didn't want anyone to get lost. When we arrived at the club there was already a long line but I knew the bouncer so we had no problem coming in. When you live in New York you have to have a lot of friends because you never know who works where.

We all found a table to sit at and chill for a while and not too long it started to get crowded. Draco jumped off his seat and held out his hand to Hermione. She gracefully took it and was led to the dance floor. Harry decided to walk over to a girl who was eyeing him for a while and Ron, well he decided to ask me to dance.

"Can you dance?" I asked. I hated boys who can't move.

"You'll have to find out," He said and slipped his fingers through mine.

He led me to the dance floor and spun me around randomly. I smiled at him in surprise and he pushed my body against his. I rubbed my body against his and surprisingly, he was in rhythm with me. He somehow got behind me and held onto my hips as I grinded against him. Soon the music and people around me started to fade away and it was just Ron and I. He spun me back around and looked into my eyes. As we were dancing he moved his hands up my waist and around my shoulders. He stopped at my face and caressed it with his fingers. Oh man. I couldn't help but get turned on by that.

"Are you having fun?" He asked me in my ear.

I shook my head yes, unable to form any types of words. Suddenly he stopped dancing so fast and started to move slowly with his hands on my lower back. I snapped out of my trance and noticed that a slow song was playing. I put my arms around his neck and inhaled his scent. I don't know what it was but it smelled good to me. He held me tightly and rubbed his hands up and down my bareback.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said pushing away from him and walking to a back room where there wasn't any sound. How the owner pulled that off I will never know

"What's wrong?" Ron asked walking in right behind me.

"It was just getting too…."

"Hot?"

"You know I have a boyfriend."

"Who isn't with you right now."

"Oh okay," I said getting angry. "So you think that just because my boyfriend isn't here you can make moves on me?"

"Hold on, calm down. I didn't think I was making any moves on you. I just feel very comfortable around you."

"You don't even know me!"

"Exactly, and don't you think it's weird that we both are comfortable around each other in such a sort time?"

He had a point; I've never felt this comfortable around anyone like I did with him. Not even James.

"I'm sorry if I have made you feel uncomfortable Kris," Ron said and walked closer to me. "But I can't help the way I feel about you."

"The way you feel about me?" I was confused; no guy ever has approached me like this. I'm usually the one making the first move.

"Yes, let me show you," And with that he cupped my cheeks and kissed me.


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