A/n: This is a new experience for me. I haven't tried this kind of thing before. I'll keep Hermione's job a secret up here. You'll just have to read to find out what it is.
~Cellie~
Disclaimer: The people in this are not mine. NOT MINE. Okay? Okay. Done and done.
Chapter 1: Just a Night Job
Hermione Granger, seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, made her way down an alley in one of the lesser known places in Hogsmeade. She found it amazing that she had gotten out tonight in the first place. Ron and Harry had been waylaying her at the portrait hole, asking her why she was going to the library so late, and couldn't she just get her Arithmancy book in the morning before breakfast and such. It wasn't that she didn't like them; she was completely endeared to them. Without them, she wouldn't have made it through most of Hogwarts. But they had been especially trying recently, not that Harry didn't have a reason. Harry was still depressed from Sirius' death the previous school year, being broody and staying to himself a lot. Ron was just acting like a human garbage disposal. When she told him this he asked what a garbage disposal was.
She pulled her cloak closer around her, hitched up her gym bag, and her hand curled instinctively around her wand. Usually she felt safe but tonight she felt like she was being followed. She turned around and saw nothing except a crumpled up newspaper blowing back and forth in the breeze at he end of the alley. She turned around cautiously, and continued until she found the large door with old posters and labeled in peeling letters: Back entrance, employees only. She reached up and pushed it open.
She was instantly greeted by a blast of light perfume and applause for the last act. She smiled. It sounded like Kailynn had just done her 'All that Jazz' number. Someone sitting in a nest of peacock feathers had recognized her and said, "God, 'Mione, finally. Come on, you need to get ready." The person she now recognized as Faye hustled her into the change room where many of the performers were putting up for the night. Hermione's number was always last, the closing number. That was the way she had liked it.
She pulled the potion out form under the counter, the one that made her hair sleek and shiny, and applied copious amounts to her hair, leaned over the sink and washed it out. She dried it with her wand and brushed it down so it was down to the bottoms of her shoulder blades. She then pulled on her dress. It looked almost exactly the one in the movie She finally stepped out of the dressing room in to behind the flat that lead to the stage. She took a deep breath and waited for the announcer to introduce her.
"And now the closing number, by Miss Mystery, people give a round of applause!" He said with his jet silky voice.
Another deep breath, and she stepped out onto the stage.
A/n: Should I leave you there? Oh heck, I'll finish the chapter! I'll be a nice person for once.
She stepped out on stage and began to sing.
Its good, isn't it grand?
Isn't it great?
Isn't it swell?
Isn't fun?
Isn't it?
Nowadays
There's men,
Everywhere jazz,
Everywhere booze,
Everywhere life,
Everywhere joy,
Everywhere
Nowadays
You can like the life you're livin'
You can live the life you like
You can even marry Harry
But mess around with Ike
And that's good
Isn't that grand
Isn't that great
Isn't is swell
Isn't it fun?
Isn't it?
But nothin'
Stays
It was short, but her favorite to sing. As soon as she finished, the spotlight went down on her and she heard howls from the men and polite clapping from the women. She hurried backstage and got dressed.
A/n: So… what do ya think? Not much to go on, but the first time I've made Hermione sing. Like my C/A teacher, I'll puzzle you with questions to think on:
Why was Hermione in a jazz club?
Why was Hermione singing in a jazz club?
Is this some kind of urge to walk on the wild side?
Was someone following her?
If so, who?????
Sorry for pestering you with all these questions. God I do feel like my C/A teacher.
R&R,
Cellie