Hermione and Harry do not belong to me they belong to J.K. Rowling
yada yada yada. You know the drill. Anyway. This takes place about 8 years
after they graduate Hogwarts. Want to know how old they are? DO THE MATH!
J/K. I love her Mione's character change so if you don't = p. Now on to the
fic....
Hermione watched him enter the club from behind the curtain and grinned evilly. She hadn't seen Harry Potter for at least 4 years ever since Ron died in the accident with Voldmort. He probably wouldn't recognize her. Perfect little Hermione now a stripper in a muggle club. She had done the whole teacher thing and it had dulled her and since she had that fight with her parents well.. But that was the past and she had changed. Her hair was longed and straight. She had gotten her tips died red and her eyes had a tinge of green mixed in with the brown. She also had gotten a navel ring a tattoo of a star in a flame on her left shoulder. Her legs were long, perfect, and slender. Her skin was tanned golden because of her vacation in the Bahamas. Hermione tugged on the leather skirt that matched the boots and vest then picked up her whip. Boy was he in for it, she thought as her cue music started and the walked on stage.
Harry sat at the bar hand around his beer. It had taken him forever to locate Hermione and it had surprised him when she told him to meet her here. Maybe she already knew what was going on and was trying to lay low but a strip club in New York of all places. He had to admit he was eager to see his old best friend. He could just imagine her. A teacher in some school, coming in in a tasteful gray suit her hair in a bun. He chuckled and took a sip of his beer and turned his eyes to the stage just as the song "I Love Rockin-Roll" started and his mouth dropped open. Hermione strolled on stage looking gorgeous. Long legs, really long, sexy legs in a skintight suit.
She strutted around the stage spinning herself around the pole rolling her hips the whole time. As she moved down the pole her shirt came open reveling a black lace bra covering large breasts and Harry could feel himself drooling. She ran her hand down her body leaning against the pole and the skirt dropped down to her feet reveling a matching G-string. She crouched rolling her whole body now. She brought her hand up unclasping her bra and it dropped she stood again and moved to the back of the stage and bowed just as the music ended and the curtain closed.
Hermione grinned as she stepped out of the shower and pulled on her blue jeans. She couldn't wait to see Harry and find out what he thought. Maybe she might even have some fun before she found out what he had called her for. She pulled the tight T-shirt and walked through the stage door towards the bar. Harry watched her as she sat down nest to him.
"So hot stuff, miss me?"
"Hermione, you.you-"
"Not as quick as you use to be."
Harry's head cleared. "Screw you."
That's better. So," she said ordering a beer. "What did you want me for?"
"Are you sure it's ok to talk here?"
"Of course it is. No place safer." She took a sip of the beer. "Except maybe prison but."
Harry sighed rubbing the back of his neck. "We have a problem."
"I figured that."
"You've heard of the Brantox Charm?"
"That pretty little pendant that's suppose to bring creatures of the Apocalypse to the person who wakens it?"
"Yea. That."
"Uh-huh. What about it?"
"It's been taken."
"Oh. Damn we're screwed." She sipped her beer again. "So Mr. I'm an agent for the ministry has to get it back."
"Exactly and he needs your help."
"Wait a second. Hold the phone. My help. Why my help?"
"We need someone who understands how it works. We also need someone who can get into the place where it is."
"It's called a book. Why can't you get some other agent to read up on it."
"We burned the books to keep anyone who got it from using it."
"That was kinda stupid." Harry glared at her. "Ok, ok. So I'm suppose to do all the brainy, technical crap, right?"
"If you wanna put it that way, yea."
"And I'm getting what out of this."
Harry perked and eyebrow. "Ginny said you changed, she was right. I can offer you 10 thousand."
10 thousand! If she got that she could quite this job, get a house and rub it in her parent's faces. She was doing cartwheels inside but outwardly she kept her cool look.
"Deal. But, I want a cat suit and a reason to use it."
"You mean you want to help steal it."
"Damn skippy. Practice."
"You've stolen?"
"Don't ask. And I want you."
"What do you mean me?"
Hermione grinned seductively. "You'll see. So when do we start."
"First we have to get out of here. Can you get leave of absence of something."
"No problem. How far away is this place where they're got this charm thingy."
"Ah.maybe about 8, 9 miles."
"It's in New York!? Boy they've really done it this time." Hermione shrugged. Fine be right back.
Harry watched her turn and walk back towards the stage door. Ginny was absolutely right. She had changed. Drastically, he just couldn't figure out whether it was for better or worse. He couldn't help noticing something stirring in him. It was only desire wasn't it. No living man wouldn't want her. And maybe even a dead man or 2. Just desire.. Wasn't it?
Hermione watched him enter the club from behind the curtain and grinned evilly. She hadn't seen Harry Potter for at least 4 years ever since Ron died in the accident with Voldmort. He probably wouldn't recognize her. Perfect little Hermione now a stripper in a muggle club. She had done the whole teacher thing and it had dulled her and since she had that fight with her parents well.. But that was the past and she had changed. Her hair was longed and straight. She had gotten her tips died red and her eyes had a tinge of green mixed in with the brown. She also had gotten a navel ring a tattoo of a star in a flame on her left shoulder. Her legs were long, perfect, and slender. Her skin was tanned golden because of her vacation in the Bahamas. Hermione tugged on the leather skirt that matched the boots and vest then picked up her whip. Boy was he in for it, she thought as her cue music started and the walked on stage.
Harry sat at the bar hand around his beer. It had taken him forever to locate Hermione and it had surprised him when she told him to meet her here. Maybe she already knew what was going on and was trying to lay low but a strip club in New York of all places. He had to admit he was eager to see his old best friend. He could just imagine her. A teacher in some school, coming in in a tasteful gray suit her hair in a bun. He chuckled and took a sip of his beer and turned his eyes to the stage just as the song "I Love Rockin-Roll" started and his mouth dropped open. Hermione strolled on stage looking gorgeous. Long legs, really long, sexy legs in a skintight suit.
She strutted around the stage spinning herself around the pole rolling her hips the whole time. As she moved down the pole her shirt came open reveling a black lace bra covering large breasts and Harry could feel himself drooling. She ran her hand down her body leaning against the pole and the skirt dropped down to her feet reveling a matching G-string. She crouched rolling her whole body now. She brought her hand up unclasping her bra and it dropped she stood again and moved to the back of the stage and bowed just as the music ended and the curtain closed.
Hermione grinned as she stepped out of the shower and pulled on her blue jeans. She couldn't wait to see Harry and find out what he thought. Maybe she might even have some fun before she found out what he had called her for. She pulled the tight T-shirt and walked through the stage door towards the bar. Harry watched her as she sat down nest to him.
"So hot stuff, miss me?"
"Hermione, you.you-"
"Not as quick as you use to be."
Harry's head cleared. "Screw you."
That's better. So," she said ordering a beer. "What did you want me for?"
"Are you sure it's ok to talk here?"
"Of course it is. No place safer." She took a sip of the beer. "Except maybe prison but."
Harry sighed rubbing the back of his neck. "We have a problem."
"I figured that."
"You've heard of the Brantox Charm?"
"That pretty little pendant that's suppose to bring creatures of the Apocalypse to the person who wakens it?"
"Yea. That."
"Uh-huh. What about it?"
"It's been taken."
"Oh. Damn we're screwed." She sipped her beer again. "So Mr. I'm an agent for the ministry has to get it back."
"Exactly and he needs your help."
"Wait a second. Hold the phone. My help. Why my help?"
"We need someone who understands how it works. We also need someone who can get into the place where it is."
"It's called a book. Why can't you get some other agent to read up on it."
"We burned the books to keep anyone who got it from using it."
"That was kinda stupid." Harry glared at her. "Ok, ok. So I'm suppose to do all the brainy, technical crap, right?"
"If you wanna put it that way, yea."
"And I'm getting what out of this."
Harry perked and eyebrow. "Ginny said you changed, she was right. I can offer you 10 thousand."
10 thousand! If she got that she could quite this job, get a house and rub it in her parent's faces. She was doing cartwheels inside but outwardly she kept her cool look.
"Deal. But, I want a cat suit and a reason to use it."
"You mean you want to help steal it."
"Damn skippy. Practice."
"You've stolen?"
"Don't ask. And I want you."
"What do you mean me?"
Hermione grinned seductively. "You'll see. So when do we start."
"First we have to get out of here. Can you get leave of absence of something."
"No problem. How far away is this place where they're got this charm thingy."
"Ah.maybe about 8, 9 miles."
"It's in New York!? Boy they've really done it this time." Hermione shrugged. Fine be right back.
Harry watched her turn and walk back towards the stage door. Ginny was absolutely right. She had changed. Drastically, he just couldn't figure out whether it was for better or worse. He couldn't help noticing something stirring in him. It was only desire wasn't it. No living man wouldn't want her. And maybe even a dead man or 2. Just desire.. Wasn't it?
