I Found a Reason For Me

"Another round over here!" A man bellowed from across the room. Hermione, who had waited on them just a few seconds ago, sighed. She whipped the rest of table seven clean, then went to Angie, the club owner, who was occupying herself with a drink of her own.

"Angie, I'm getting tired of serving them! All they do is call me over to look at my ass." Hermione complained, looking desperate for someone to help her. Angie looked up to Hermione. "Baby, what do you want me to do?" Hermione looked shocked. Wasn't the answer obvious? I want you to kick them out or something. Anything," Hermione voice softened.

Angie looked confused. "Sweetheart," she started, "what do you do here?" Hermione looked confused. Shouldn't Angie know? "Do you," Angie paused, "serve?" Hermione nodded. "Do you strip and give lap dances?" Slowly Hermione nodded. "Do you fuck for money?" Hermione nodded again. "I see." Angie said. "Well, baby, would you care to explain to me why this is any different?"

"I do this for money! I don't get money by them enjoying my ass! They haven't even tipped me." Hermione replied, her voice getting loud. Angie sighed. "Hermione, even after the night, I give you and your daughter a place to sleep, don't I? I give you and your daughter shelter from the cold. That is your payment while you work here." Hermione opened her mouth to complain, but Angie stopped her. "What you make from tips, personal stripping, lap dancing and fucking is your money. I let you stay here because we agreed that you would serve, pool dance and wear what ever clothes that is requested of you, isn't that correct?" Hermione nodded.

"Now, I believe you have a table of men that wish to be served." Angie pulled out a book and started to write in it. Hermione stood near Angie a few more moments until walking to the bar to make drinks. She made every drink the way they were asked to be made and started her way over to them. She caught more than ten men looking at her on her way over there.

"Hey, baby, want a drink with me?" The fat man sitting down nearest to Hermione asked. Hermione smiled pleasantly. "I'm very sorry sir, but I promised my kid I wouldn't." As Hermione continued to pass out the drinks at the table the man next to her placed his huge hand on her butt. It was skin to skin. As a worker at the club, Hermione was required to wear what the owner wished her to wear. She was wearing a small piece of cloth that covered from her thighs up. The front of the outfit didn't cover her neck, her belly, and barely covered her breasts. The back of the out fit showed only her butt.

The man kept massaging Hermione's but with his sausage like fingers. Hermione pretended not to notice. "Baby, I love the way you serve the drinks with your cheeks in the air. Surely you can have one drink." said a younger man, sitting across from the man massaging her butt. Hermione looked over to him in disbelief. He had a sickle in his hand and Hermione immediately smiled. She walked away from the sausage man and over to the man with the sickle. She got her sexy smile on as she walked seductively over to him. He smirked as Hermione said on his lap, her front facing him. She started to move slowly over the bulge in his pants, causing him to moan. Hermione continued doing this as she reached for the sickle. He would pull it farther from her, as she reached to get it, but with one swift move from Hermione, the man fell limp on the chair and Hermione took the coin.

Hermione kissed him on his lips, slowly. "Sorry," she told him, getting off his lap, "like I said, I promised my kid." Hermione walked back to the bar as the men clapped for her little show. "Angie," Hermione said, walking to the woman, "I'll be back, I want to check on Lexie." The owner nodded and Hermione walked to the back room, her and her daughter's room. Hermione opened and shut the door quietly. Lexie was awake, facing her mother and eyes wide open.

"Aw, baby, why aren't you asleep?" Hermione asked walking over to the bed her and her daughter shared. Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and brush some of her daughter's brown strands from her face. She continued to brush the fallen strands in a soothing motion. "Why aren't you asleep?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"Mummy don't read Lexie a bed book." Her daughter said. Hermione smiled at the way she addressed herself in third-person. "Baby, I'm sorry. Mummy thought Lexie was asleep." Hermione paused, seeing her daughter smile at the way her mummy talked in third-person. Hermione looked at the time on her alarm clock on the small night table by the bed. She sighed.

"I have a few minutes before I have to go back, sweetie." Hermione said, but at the look of disappointment in here daughter's eyes, she said, "But I'm sure I have time to read just one."

Hermione went to look under the bed for a book. Lexie only owned books written by Dr. Seuss. Hermione had no money to buy more books. She owned only five books, all of which she grabbed from her parent's house before she left. The books weren't bad. They were good for learning, especially for Lexie.

Lexie had a speech problem. The biggest problem of all she couldn't speak. Hermione works with her during her free hours to help Lexie talk and understand what she is saying. She's getting better, though at the age of five, Lexie is three years behind in talking and understanding what works mean. Hermione discovered Lexie might have a problem when she was three. Hermione was concerned. Lexie had never spoken, not once. Sure she was young, but most children her age could say sentences and have at least try having conversations. Hermione had taken Lexie to a doctor and even he couldn't explain what was wrong. He told Hermione that Lexie would never talk, but two years later, at the age of five, Lexie was talking, not great, but she knew simple things.

Hermione pulled out Green Eggs and Ham and cuddled with her daughter on the bed. Hermione was reading the book to Lexie, but when she realized Lexie had fallen asleep, she put the book down. She got up slowly from the bed, brushed small strands of hair from her daughter's face, pulled the covers on her daughter and kissed her daughter lightly on the fore head. "Goodnight baby, I love you." Hermione shut of the small lamp, and left the room.

"Exactly where have you been, Hermione? I was looking all over for you! Gloria had a family emergency. She had to leave. Tables one, two, five and eight needed to be served. Here are their orders; see that they are made and served." Samantha, Hermione's co-worker who happen to be Angie's favorite, was nagging Hermione as usual. Hermione could never figure out why Samantha couldn't do these things.

Hermione didn't bother fighting her and served the drinks. She had done tables one, two, five and next was eight. Hermione brought Champaign, as ordered, to the red-haired man sitting alone at table eight.

Hermione noticed that this man in front of her reminded her of someone. She didn't know who, but she took in his features as he passed a sickle to her. His red hair, hazel eyes, and many freckles resembled who was once Hermione's best friend.

Hermione look as though she was struck by a bolt of lightening.

"Ron?"

A/N: This is my first shot at a Ron/Hermione fic. Please review and tell me what you think. If you have any questions post a reply with the question in there, and I will answer the question. Thankyou.

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I will post this now. I received a review that said that there was no way Hermione Granger would become a hooker. Well, I don't believe that is true. Any woman could do something they really wouldn't want to do if there was a reason. Which there is. I can't tell you, but you'll find out what happened that forced her to do so in a conversation she has with Ron, either chapter two or three...