" Fine. Harry, Ginny I was glad to see you but if you excuse me I will get home now. " Hermione muttered and went out of the strip club after saying hello to Neville and Finnegan of course she could not be rude either.
Hermione went to one of the dark corners and took out a cigarette. She looked through her pockets but could not find a lighter.
" Do you need fire Miss ?"
" Yes please" Hermione said trying to remember where she had heard the voice before. She thought it belonged to Draco Malfoy but that could not be true.
" Do I know you ?" The man asked.
" I don't think so."
" So would you want to go with me to bed ?"
" I'm sorry I'm not a worker" Hermione said and pointed to her chest, everyone who was a sex worker or worked at the strip club had a pin with the initials NFSC, which stood for Neville and Finnegan's Strip Club.
" Oh well have a good night then miss" the man said and gave a smile before walking away.
The next day Hermione lay in her bed with a phone to her ear.
" So Elle can you come over ? " she asked.
" Sure I will take a plane and meet you at your house tomorrow " Elle answered on the other line.
"Ok see you tomorrow. "