Hermione, Ron and Neville sat around a table at the Three Broomsticks, all feeling rather bored. Their fearful leader, Harry, had finally married Ginny and they were starting the domestic life, which hadn't happened for the other Gryffindors yet. Hermione had so much she wanted to accomplish first.
Ron didn't want to join the workforce just yet, he was too young. He still had his young and dumb days ahead of him. He hadn't realised it until his mum had offered him a Prewett family ring to propose to Hermione with. It had hit him in the face with that day. That was the day he had broken up with her.
And they were better for it. Best friends were what they stayed. Hermione preferred older wizards anyway.
Neville had had a summer fling with Luna until she had met Newt Scamander's grandson during a magizoologist trip and become enamoured with him.
The trio of Gryffindors sat there for a moment or so longer, listening to a few people a table over from them talk about a new club in Knockturn Alley. It gave Hermione a spark of an idea.
"Why don't we go see what this new club is all about? I mean, we're all single, looking for our next fling, or our next love aren't we? Lets go have fun and go on an adventure!" She stood and slammed her mug of butterbeer on the table enthusiastically.
Ron and Neville looked squeamish at the suggestion. She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue down at the two men.
"I don't know Hermione. It's in Knockturn Alley, in it's red light district, sounds a bit dodgy to me," Ron voiced, not meeting her judgemental eye.
"Maybe Ron's right Hermione, we avoid Knockturn for a reason," Neville agreed with the man across from him.
"Who are you two and what have you done with Ronald Weasley and Neville Longbottom? Ron Weasley, who saved the house elves during the Battle of Hogwarts and snogged me senseless in the heat of battle? Where's that Ron? And where's the Neville who had the bollocks to stand up to Lord Voldemort himself and declare his loyalty to Harry Potter, knowing he could've been killed? Where's the Neville who decapitated Nagini? Or fought abreast us in the Department of Mysteries? Come on you two, don't tell me you've become simpering ninnys who lost your sense of adventure," Hermione asked, staring down at the two pathetic sods before her.
It took Neville a moment, and a double shot of aged firewhiskey, before he nodded. Ron looked at Neville, now standing on his side of the table. If Neville was up for it, he would go along for the ride. At the very least he might see a pair of naked tits. He too took a double shot and stood.
Hermione smiled triumphantly.
"Right, well, I should probably change into something more fitting before we go," she smiled to both men and disappeared towards a lavatory.
When she exited it, she wore a skimpy black dress with cutouts down her sides and a hem just shy of showing off her naughtiest bits. It plunged far lower than socially acceptable and both men were already slightly aroused. Hermione smiled at their reaction.
"Ready?" Neville asked, to distract himself from how delicious Hermione looked. She and Ron nodded in unison and the three of them aparated out of Hogsmeade.
They arrived at the entrance of Knockturn Alley and shared an apprehensive look between them. Hermione took the first step and the boys followed behind, wands drawn.
"Oh put them away you twits. We will be fine." Hermione hissed in annoyance.
They arrived at the entrance to the club, and Hermione drew a change purse from between her breasts and handed the bouncer fifteen galleons, a cover charge for all three of them. The tall, brutish man, pulled back a crimson curtain and gestured trio forward.
Hermione beckoned to the boys, who followed sheepishly. She couldn't help but shiver with excitement at what they were about to see.
They walked down a short corridor before entering a dark room, where lights strobed across it. There was a raised stage, with sterling silver poles extending upwards into the ceiling. Hermione smirked. She was far from surprised.
"Witches stripping to muggle music… classy," she commented as the boys followed her, not letting their eyes stop moving. She recognized the song playing through the room as Striptease, by Hinder.
She found a table and sat down, eyeing the dancer on stage suspiciously. Something about the buxom brunette struck Hermione as familiar.
"Next up is the sultry Seductra. She will be dancing to a song called Striptease," came a robust voice. Hermione suspected it was from the use of a Sonorus spell.
Ron seemed perplexed by the woman swinging her hips. She wore a sequined violet corset, matching panties, black fishnet stockings and sky high violet stiletto heels. She was sashaying as she danced in a circle around the stripper pole. She dropped into a squat and bounced her generously large bum in time to the beat.
Ron pushed past Neville and Hermione and took a spot near the stage. He was mesmerised by her curvaceous figure and her monochromatic attire. He found himself hardening as he watched her climb up the pole by anchoring it into the heels of her stilettos. She reached the top and let one leg fly outwards. Her panties seemingly disappeared and somehow landed directly in Ron's lap.
"You aint no Madonna, you aint no pop queen
You're just a prima donna suckin up the paprazzi"
Ron was even more enchanted by the small thicket of pubic hair that exposed itself while she danced her way down the pole.
"Gotta shake that ass 'cause we know you can't sing"
She did indeed shake her arse. It jiggled and wiggled directly in front of Ron's face as the woman began to undo her corset. Ron didn't move a muscle, he didn't budge an inch.
"Is that who I think it is?" Neville asked as he and Hermione watched their friend fawn over the increasingly nude woman dancing on stage.
"I do believe so. Imagine Ron's reaction if it is," Hermione smirked while making eye contact with an older man across the way.
He beckoned her to him.
"Neville, I'll be back. Don't wait up," she continued. Neville nodded and waved her off, still watching Ron sympathetically.