Finally I had the idea for a multific! It's another songfic yet this time each verse = a chapter. It's based on the song 'People help the people' by Birdy and it's actually amazing so you should go and listen to it :DI have to say that I have had major encouragement from one of my best friends- MrsSomerhalder10 check her out she's awesome :3 So yeah please read and let me know what you think! Even if you hate it I want to know! :D So yeah, watch this space!

-snowisfalling xx

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling is the genius in this equation, I'm merely jumping on the bandwagon of her awesomeness. Although storyline? All mine.

God knows what is hiding,

In those weak and drunken hearts,

I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry,

Those hard faced queens of misadventure.

13th February 2012. 11:32pm

This was such a bad idea. As maid of honour it had been Hermione's job to organise the hen do and she was seriously regretting listening to Luna and going with her idea of a strip club. What on earth was going through her mind at that point? Well, she had been drinking a little bit, only a few butterbeers, and then those fancy cocktails and okay there were definitely a few firewhiskies. She cringed as she remembered the morning after; never would she put herself through that again!

'You okay 'Mione?'

Ginny had just returned from reapplying her makeup in the bathroom. Considering her current state of intoxication she was surprised Ginny still had both eyes! Waving her feather boa Ginny took to the dance floor dancing in a way that was far too similar to the working ladies- it didn't help that she had the customary slutty hen do outfit on. Tight black dress, suspender tights and sky high black heels, her long red hair was at one point neatly curled but now looked as though she had just exited the bedroom and to top it all off- a charmed pink sash that switched between 'bride to be be' and 'fuck me –I won't be single for long!' Hermione had to laugh it was just like Ginny.

Jolting from her thoughts she shouted a quick reply to her friend's retreating back and decided to get some air outside. Pushing through the crowd of mostly smashed wizards she finally reached the double doors and instantly wished she'd grabbed her coat- it was easily below zero outside and clad in only shorts and a blouse (Ginny's doing) she felt as though freezing wasn't out of the question. Stamping her feet she walked around to the back of building to stretch her legs. Speeding round the corner she almost fell over at the sight that she met- of all the people in the world that she could see at this moment! Draco Malfoy. The arse that she had the pleasure of dealing with every single day thanks to him recently joining the company she worked for. She thought her luck was bad before.

Luckily Draco hadn't noticed her- he was too busy getting hot and heavy with a scantily clad girl that clearly had got off work a few minutes prior. She had tiny lycra hot-pants on and a metallic tube top, Hermione thought she was cold- that witch must be turning to ice! She clearly wasn't focusing on the weather at that moment in time and as Draco's hands moved lower Hermione began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. She was just about to turn away when things got interesting. She heard the inside door go and a shout of goodbye from a girl- Draco and his new toy were clearly otherwise engaged and failed to see another girl exit the club.

'DRACO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT WHORE?'

A platinum blonde had exited the club and was now greeted with the scene Hermione had been watching for the last two minutes. The look of pure horror on her face made the whole night worthwhile for Hermione and it only got better.

'WHORE? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A WHORE?'

The brunette who had been attached to Draco's face now turned to face her co-worker, an almost identical look of fury on her face.

The blonde began to move closer, shouting insults at the brunette who Hermione gathered was called Megan, they were both reaching for their wands when Draco finally wiped that famous smirk off his face and decided to step in.

'Now, now ladies.' He placed himself between the two of them before the blonde's face (Sasha?) lit up.

'You choose.' She said. Smiling smugly- clearly thinking she was the one he would pick.

'Yeah Draco' giggled Megan pulling her most seductive face 'you choose.'

Draco slowly looked over at each one before slowly the famous smirk returned to his face and he began to laugh. Pulling his coat closer he tried to stop laughing so he could get the words out.

'Ladies, I'm Draco Malfoy. I don't have to choose.'

With that he tucked his hands in his pockets and strode round the corner leaving the strippers standing there in disbelief, jaws almost hitting the floor. Hermione was still laughing by the time Draco turned the corner, the smirk instantly fell off his face and Hermione was silent.

'Granger' he sneered.

'Malfoy'

'Enjoy the show?'

'Always'

'Closest you'll probably get to someone fighting over you.'

'You always were the charmer Malfoy' she grinned sarcastically.

'Well you know me' He began to walk away before turning clumsily and spreading out his arms- he was clearly smashed. For only a moment Hermione looked into his eyes and didn't see a total arse. Draco caught himself and the wall went back up, with what Hermione could only describe as a sad smile he spoke again.

'Who could resist me?' chuckling to himself he turned the corner and entered the club again.

Wondering to herself what on earth she just witnessed Hermione rubbed her arms and made her way back into the club. The number of people had almost certainly doubled and everyone was waiting for a new act to take to the stage. Cheers went around and Hermione continued to push her way through the throngs of people, only when she reached their table did she turn her attention to the stage. Two scantily clad girls were performing a decidedly seductive dance; slowly Hermione recognised the faces beneath the flashing lights. Megan and Sasha. Rejected by a man they liked and now to be taken advantage of by a room full of sleazy men. With smiles on their faces they entered the audience. Sasha stopped by Hermione's table to shake her hips, locking eyes with Hermione the mask faltered for just a second. She turned quickly, the fake smile returned and she sashayed off to make some drunken men happy. Feeling slightly ill Hermione sighed. Wasn't just as bad as the others? They were all here for a show, no matter what the consequences may be.

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