The Secret Life of Hermione Granger

by Mugglebornsrule

Draco has it all, he's getting married to a girl he likes, albeit one who's a bit of a control freak. A best friend who will stand by him during anything. He has millions in his name. His father is in Azkaban, never to bother him again...He's content. At least until one night at his bachelor party, a blast from his past shakes up his whole world.

1. Chapter 1

AN: This story includes the workings of being a stripper and being inside a strip club, and seeing the vast majority of strip clubs do not allow people under 18 in, I have never been inside one…If you feel there is a part of it, that wouldn't actually be in a real club, feel free to tell me. Also this is my first story; please do go easy on me! (:

-MBR (MugglebornsRule)

Draco POV

"The Naughty Witch.", Draco read off the marquee.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Blaise?" Draco asked his best friend.

"Of course Draco, I came here for my bachelor party before I got married to Astoria." "Highlight of my life, right here." "Anyway, this is going to be your first and last time, since you're marrying Pansy, I-control-everything, Parkinson." Blaise said, trying to cajole his friend.

"Shut up Blaise!" "She doesn't control me or any part of my life!" Draco retorted.

Blaise chuckled, "You're lucky she lets you pick out what pants you wear in the morning, and you know it!"

Draco sighed, admitting defeat, once again his best friend was right. Maybe he should let loose…"This is just a one-night thing!" Draco burst out.

"Yes!" Blaise cheered. "This is going to be such fun, I can't wait to see Strawberry again." Blaise smiled fondly, remembering his "companion" from last time. He then turned and strode inside.

Draco looked around, seeing no one he knew proceeded pushed open the doors, muttering to himself. "Voldemort's balls, I can tell I'm going to regret this…"

FAWN POV

It was her second week on the job and things were going great. The tips were amazing; the owners were certainly nicer than the last. Fawn shuddered at the memory of "Creepy Cal", the name she had given her last club owner. He had taken more than the casual interest in her. She had been more than okay with being fired there. They had gotten mad at her because she wasn't okay with "taking it all off" while performing. She shuddered again, than shrugged it off. She was here now and that's what mattered.

She reached under her dressing table where she was sitting, feeling for her cash box. She pushed aside all her makeup, extra clothes, costumes and her wand so she could set down the ornate wooden box. She opened it up and began counting.

"100, 200, 300…6,500!" she finished a few moments later. "Best tip week ever!" she sang.

"Hah, I see someone very happy…get a cute customer?" A voice from behind Fawn said.

Fawn spun around on her stool. "Hannah!" "I didn't think you were going to be working tonight!" She ran over and hugged her best friend.

"I wasn't!" "But now I'm suddenly glad I did!" "So who is he?" "Is he cute" "Scale of 1-10?" "What's his name?" A thought struck her, "Is he single?", She squealed excitedly.

"Oh..that." Fawn shook her head laughing. "I was just excited, I had an incredibly good week in tips, I think I'm going to be able to pay my share of the rent on time!"

"Oh my goodness, finally!" Hannah sighed. "I love you and all Fawn, but you've got to keep up with your payments, I don't want to lose this apartment." "It's one of the better ones, we've had."

I know, I know Hannah." "I'm sorry, this time though, I'll definitely be able to get it in on time!"

"Good!" "Now on to more important things...DID YOU HAVE ANY CUTE GUYS THIS WEEK?" Hannah leapt off the chair, and started waving her hands in the air.

"No..well I mean none more than usual." Fawn pouted. She then laughed, "The way you act around guys, you would think you weren't engaged." She shook her head at her friend.

"What can I say, I love what I do!" Hannah replied with an exaggerated wink.

Fawn giggled, than sat back down on her stool, and started to touch up her makeup. Hannah dragged her chair over, and they laughed and gossiped, fixing their makeup and hair for at least 20 minutes till Mara ran in. Mara was the "hostess" for the evening, she arranged which "guest" got which "companion".

"Guys!" What are you doing just sitting in here!" "You're both wanted in private rooms!" "Fawn, room 7, Abbot, room 13." "Go now!"

Fawn and Hannah both giggled. "Sir, yes sir." Hannah said as she pulled on her stilettos.

"Damn straight, I'm a sir." Mara whipped them playfully in the butt with a towel.

"We love you too Mara, tips are appreciated." Hannah called over her shoulder as she and Fawn ran from the room.

Fawn laughed so hard at this, she was laughing still as she pushed open the door to Room 7. She continued to laugh until a shocked voice interrupted her.

"What the bloody hell?" "Is that really you!"

Fawn looked up, startled at the familiar voice, she opened her mouth and said…..

AN: Muwahahaha a cliffy in the first chapter! *Somewhat evil grin* Somehow I doubt it's that difficult of a cliffhanger. In fact, tell me in your review or PM on who you think it is. Really just tell me what you think. Reviews feed my soul, they are my nourishment, in fact my very first reviewer, you will get to be added into my story later on…somehow. Oh and if you have a flame, please do tell me, I'll ignore the badly written grammar and focus on the actual aspects of what I did wrong. I consider flames to be an early version of betas. Anyway seriously please do review! It'll make my day if I get more than 1.

Mwah!

-MBR (MugglebornsRule)