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Coyote Club Magic

By Rigs

SMASH!

The third bottle of the hour. The twenty three year old looked down for a second before smiling and picking up another bottle from the bar. She still wasn't used to the bottle flipping or the quite revealing outfits she was supposed to wear but she was trying.

The club was called Coyote Ugly. From the outside it looked like a seedy bar but inside it was well-lit and roomy, at least when it wasn't full of customers. The woman found it on her search for a way to pay her sky-high rent for her minute apartment in the heart of New York.

She had come to America to get away. In England she had been Hermione Granger: Witch and high-ranking member of Dumbledore's Army that had brought down Voldemort. She had never liked hero worship, and hated being the subject of it. In New York, she hadn't found much magical activity; just enough to get her spell ingredients and her wand pretty much looked after itself. What hurt most was leaving Them behind. Harry and Ron, her best friend and the man she had learned to love. In the final battle against Voldemort he'd lost his wand arm, his self confidence and he'd retreated into himself.

She suddenly realised she'd been doing nothing because she was broken out of her revelry by Zoë, the black barmaid whispered conspiratorially, "Get back to work girl or Lil'll have you out so fast your feet won't touch the floor." She winked and slid four shots of vodka down the bar to a blonde girl who would, if just judging by the face, look innocent, shy and retiring, But the New York Tease grabbed two bottles of gin and poured generous measures into each glass as it passed, all the while making eyes at every man in her eye line.

Just as Hermione was getting back to serving, Lil, the owner of the club and head 'Coyote' grabbed her arm. "Ladies and Gentlemen." She yelled through a megaphone. "Hey! Everyone shut up!" Silence fell over the bar. "I wanna introduce you to our new girl-" she paused and whispered to Hermione "What d'you wanna be called?"

"Er . . . Hermione?"

The bar owner looked thoughtful, then, into the megaphone. "-Elle. As her name, and top, suggests, she's all woman with a little magic thrown in. Treat her nice or she'll turn you into a toad. Anyone want to buy her a drink?" The customers clamoured for the bar.

Even though this was a purely muggle bar Lil didn't mind her magical background. She had found out during the interview. While waiting, Hermione had broken a glass sitting on the bar. Looking around she saw no-one and taking out her wand she muttered "Reparo". As the glass reassembled itself and flew back to its place on the bar she heard a voice.

"Impressive" She turned so quickly that she knocked the glass to the floor for a second time. It smashed. "It's ok; I don't mind magic in my bar, within reason." As she repaired the glass again and took in Lil holding a large crate of beer.

"You know about the magical world?"

"Know about it? My cousin's in the American National Quidditch Team and my sister's an auror for the FBI. I was the only muggle allowed to the Ireland/Bulgaria world cup a few years back." Then "You're English, so ... Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes" She felt that hero worship feeling again but it didn't last.

"Cool, I don't have many rules here, you don't bring your boyfriends here and you don't date customers. From now on you are to appear available but never BE available, you can keep your wand under the bar, I know witches don't like being far from them but no magic unless I say. You break my rules I fire you on the spot. Are we clear?"

Hermione had nodded.

"Good, you start tomorrow. RACH!" she called back into the store room. Rachel appeared through the door her black hair temporarily obscuring the view of her face. "Show Hermione here our dress code."

A/N

As with every fic I write, PLEASE RR, any comment, including flames welcome, I can't get better if I don't get comments.

Sorry for the lack of updates of late, real worlds getting real busy 'bout now but I'm working on it. More crossovers and more of this story coming as soon as I get time to type it and post it.

Watch this space.

Rigs