The Darkside of the Moon

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   You wouldn't believe the shock Hermione had to go through when she saw her boyfriends wrist tied to their head board and another woman on top of him. Slamming the door of the room she packed her cat things and left. After some long night of crying and anger she sat at a bar in a club. It was a new club. She had been to muggle club but this was a witch one.

"Can I get you something?" She looked at the man serving her.

"Theo?" The boys brown wavy hair, mole on his cheek. He looked taller, more mature, a man.

"Granger. I'll be damned." He smiled. "Never thought I'd see the day golden girl would be in Draco's club." Theo laughed. Hermione's throat went dry.

"Draco's club? He owns it?"

"Well yes and no, I also own it." He pushed a newspaper in front of her. It was a picture of Elizabeth, Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Pansy, Lorenzo, Daphne, and Blaise. All the boys in tight suits, Pansy wore a suit as well but Daphne and Elizabeth wore black dresses. Elizabeth was sat in a chair. Pansys hand on her shoulder. Draco behind her and Mattheo on her right. Theodore stood next to Pansy with Blaise on his left. To Mattheos left was Daphne and Lorenzo. They looked powerful.

The famous Slytherin 8 still show their power, recently starting up 7 different clubs in both wizard London but also Muggle London. The group stated they wish people to be themselves and find a place where they don't have to be anyone of importance. Strange as they all are very important people.  Especially Draco Malfoy and Elizabeth Jones the head owners of these clubs.
       Draco Malfoy, the heir and head of the Malfoy family, a name that had been dragged through dirt. He had made a new name for himself as head Auror at the Ministry, Witch Weekly's sexiest wizard for the past 2 1/2 years, the man has made quite a title for himself.
       Elizabeth Jones, the last living member of the Jones family, an ancient pureblood family. The girl known for being tortured by the Dark Lord to the point her brilliant mind isn't so much anymore. Head Memory Doctor at St Mangos, one of Witch Weekly's smartest Witch alive. Rumors of marriage on her doorstep?

Hermione pushed the paper back not needing to read more.

 "Sounds you've all made quite the names for yourself." She spoke.

"As have you Minister." Hermione blushed slightly. "But as the Minister may I ask why you are here? Shouldn't you and Weasley be out drinking butter beer instead of whiskey?

 "We broke up, actually." Hermione sighed suddenly Theo poured them both a shot of vodka.

"Well I'll drink to that." He smirked both of them taking the shot.

 "Theo, Love didn't I tell you not to drink on the job." The woman's voice was perfect. Elizabeth Jones in all her glory stood in the doorway behind the bar. The tight black dress showing her body. She was thin, very thin, back in their school years she was curvy with muscular thighs, arms, large chest she was stunning. Now she was still stunning but different, her chest was much smaller, her hips small, her arms, her thighs, she was thin, very thin. Her once wild black hair was now slicked back slightly, stray hairs falling in front of her face.

"How can I not drink to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger ending their relationship?" He smirked. A smirk came across her face.

"Your joking?" She laughed.

"Ask her yourself." Theo moved to the side showing Hermione to the woman.

"All be damned, Hermione Granger is in my bar. Well what are you doing out here, come on back." Elizabeth smiled. "Unless you don't want to? Lots of Drama back there. Astoria is here." She whispered the last part to Theo.