AN: I have no idea where this is going... I'm just along for the ride.

CLUB GLAMOUR

Chapter Three

Hermione scratched her nose as she watched Draco pace excitedly in front of her. Her eyes strayed from his tall, slim form to take in the not so familiar surroundings. The last time she'd been in this place, it was dank and smelly and really, really creepy. Now there were mirrored glass panels over red walls, colored glass support columns gleaming brightly. A huge dance area topped by a gigantic disco ball. The young woman rolled her eyes wondering where in the hell he found that monstrosity.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Draco's demanding tone pulled Hermione's attention back to him, "Whut?"

Incensed, the young man stood stock still, "Did you even hear a word I said?"

Chocolate eyes darkened, "You were telling me about Angelina Johnson. Then you went off on a tangent about finding a hair in your soup as Rosmerta's. Then you were moaning about your house elves using too much starch in your shorts. Did I miss anything?"

Surprised eyes widened as the young man sputtered, "Well fine then." He paused a moment, then asked, "Well what do you think?"

Hermione's nostrils flared in irritation as she replied, "I think it's sad about Angelina and yes I'd like to help her." She ticked off her responses on her fingers as she continued, "You should tell Rosmerta to wear a hair net." She grinned mischievously and answered, "I would give the elves clothes for that one."

Draco snorted as he sat himself at the corner table Hermione seemed to have chosen for herself. It gave them an excellent view of the entrance, the dance floor and the bar.

A very strategic vantage point.

Tapping his fingers, the young wizard said, "I want to bring Angelina in on this."

Hermione cocked an eyebrow but said nothing.

Straightening his silk tie, Draco said, "I did some checking. She has a degree in business management from Merlin College."

The same thick dark eyebrow quirked a bit.

Sighing, Malfoy continued oblivious to the look in Hermione's eyes, "Ever since the accident, she's been living from pay slip to pay slip. George Weasley was doing her a favour."

Hermione nodded. She was there the day Angelina Johnson was knocked from her broom during a match between the Harpies and the Birmingham Knights. Ron and Harry had pretty much kidnapped her from her office and dragged her along to watch the match. Harry had muttered something like, "You're starting to look like the grey lady."

A cheap shot from the Knight's beater had shattered the dark skinned beauty's hip and knocked her off of her broom. It was Rolanda Hooch's yelled, "Arresto Momentum!" That had saved the young chaser's life.

The Hogwarts Flying Instructor occasionally refereed matches on the side. Luckily for Angelina, Hooch had been there. Not too many refs would've been that quick thinking.

The injury had ended a brilliant quidditch career and as the young woman had nothing really to fall back on, no real experience doing anything else, despite the fact that she had a degree in business, she became a drifter. Going from job to job. Too proud to ask for help from her family or friends.

Finally, Hermione asked, "So what do you want to have her doing?"

Draco shot his friend a crocodile smile, "Why run the place of course."

"What are you going to do?"

Another flashing smile, "I'm an idea man Hermione. I'm the pizzazz baby!"

Chocolate eyes rolled in exasperation, "And what is it that I'm supposed to do?"

"You're the magic."

"I am?"

"Yeah... and you keep the books."

"It figures."

The young witch raised her wand and summoned a bottle of firewhiskey along with two glasses.

Draco frowned as he watched her pour two very generous amounts into the tumblers. "I don't want any."

The chestnut haired witch looked up, "These are for me." She then proceeded to toss one back. Quickly swallowing the liquid in one go. Slamming the glass down, she picked up the other and took a small sip.

The tall, slim man stared at his friend, "You really don't need that you know."

Snorting, Hermione took another sip and replied, "I never said I needed it. I want it."

A loud knock on the new metal door interrupted the potential argument. Draco shot his friend a warning look, then stood and crossed to the entrance in long strides.

Hermione could hear him greeting someone. She took another long look at her surroundings marvelling at Draco's mad genius. The club was spectacular...

Mod and moody.

Sexy and seductive.

Quirky and fun.

Six words that fit Malfoy to a perfect "T".

"What have you done Draco Malfoy?"

Angelina Johnson's amazed exclamation brought Hermione's attention to two figures slowly walking towards her. She smiled as she noticed that Draco had slowed his normally long, quick strides to accommodate Angelina's slower gait.

Deep dark eyes spied Hermione as she rose from her table, "Hermione Granger! I never imagined you would be involved in something like this."

A cheeky grin flashed briefly before the witch in question responded dryly, "A certain Slytherin has quite the silver tongue and can be very persuasive and charming when he tries."

The two women chuckled as Draco had the good grace to blush deeply.

The tall dark skinned woman gazed around in wonder. Everything glittered and sparkled and yet felt warm and inviting at the same time. The walls were mirrored in places, the ceiling was made of magical acoustic tile allowing for perfect sound quality without an echo. There was a raised area in the center of the polished ebony dance floor, "What is that raised area for?"

A huge toothy grin creased Draco's handsome face, "I'm going to have a go-go cage installed."

"We are not having nude dancers!" Hermione screeched, chocolate eyes blazing.

Angelina broke out into giggles at the raised eyebrow and thoughtful gleam in Draco's eyes.

"Hmmmmm. That idea has some merit."

Hermione began ranting about turning a perfectly fun and respectable establishment into a den of inequity whilst the other two were thinking that the club would more than likely be a little bit of everything.

A place to have fun AND a terrific place to get laid.

All with the peace of mind of knowing that you would be completely anonymous.

Draco gently led Angelina to Hermione's table, "Come let's discuss the particulars." He glanced back at the still ranting Hermione and added, "When you're through, we have salary and such to discuss with Ms. Johnson."

"Git!"


Angelina looked at the wristband in Hermione's hand, "How does it work?"

The chestnut haired witch smiled, "It's just a basic glamour charm that I tweaked a bit. It changes your physical appearance... the color, texture and style of your hair. Your facial structure and your voice."

"Voice?"

Hermione nodded, "It gives you a different sound, tone and sometimes accent."

Draco grinned, "I think I'll send a band to the Minister of Magic that has an American southern accent." He paused and added, "Y'all."

Both witches snickered at the notion, knowing that Draco would do exactly that.

Angelina plucked a creamy mocha coloured band from Hermione's outstretched hand, "I'm assuming each band is unique?"

Hermione nodded, "I have all of them catalogued in my ledger. Inside each band is the name and catalogue number."

The dark skinned witch turned the band inside-out and read the imprinted phrase, "Mocha 27."

Draco grinned as he took the band from her hand and gently slid it onto her wrist, "You shall be called 'Mocha'."

"Not Mocha 27?"

"Nah... sounds like a brand of coffee."

There was quiet laughter at his joke.

Angelina stared at the band on her wrist, "How do I make it work?"

"Say 'I want to be someone else'."

Angelina repeated the phrase.

There was a small flash as the young woman felt a tickling sensation in her tummy, then...

"Wow! Woman you are hot!"

Hermione and Draco stared in amazement at the incredible transformation of Angelina Johnson into 'Mocha'. The woman in question looked over Hermione's shoulder and peered into a mirrored panel on the wall. Her eyes widened in surprised delight.

A sexy, mocha skinned vixen was looking back. Her head sported closely cropped reddish hair with dark shadowing around familiar eyes. Full lips with bright red lipstick. Chiselled bone structure.

"Damn! I look good!"

Draco and Hermione chuckled as they put their bands on, whispering the phrase and smiling at the tummy tickles. It was the flash that pulled Angelina's attention back to her companions.

"Whoa! You guys are hot too!"

The strikingly handsome blue haired man buffed manicured nails on his lapel, "I know."

"Git!"

Angelina grinned at the by-play. It was quite obvious to her that these two were the best of friends. A little odd considering what went on while they were at school, but when one considered the catastrophic events of the war, then it really wasn't that much of a shock.

She pointed a finger at Draco, "You shall be called 'Blue' and you..." She indicated Hermione, "...shall be called 'Blondie'. God, you guys look awesome. Excellent spell work Hermione."

"Blondie' nodded her thanks and stated, "And you shall be called 'Mocha'."

The three people sat admiring each other for a few moments, then 'Blue' stood up saying, "From now on, when we are in this club, we'll wear the glamours and only refer to each other by our club names. OK?"

"That's fine with me."

"Me too."

'Blue' smiled then added, "I think we should take a wizard's oath not to reveal our true identities unless we have permission by the person in question."

'Mocha' and 'Blondie' looked at each other for a moment, then nodded and stood as well. Pulling out their wands, the three people swore not to reveal the identities of the other unless given express permission. There was a shimmer of magic and then the deed was done.

'Blue's' grey eyes glimmered for a moment as an idea he'd had a few days ago at Hermione's flat popped back into his head. Pulling a charming smile over his handsome face, he said, "'Blondie? Why don't you show 'Mocha' the rest of the place? If we're going to be open in a month, I need to get the invitations prepared and the bands owled out." He looked over at the go-go cage and added, "Plus I need to get the rest of the staff in place."

The two witches smiled at each other as 'Blondie' gestured towards the bar, "After you."
'Blue' smiled to himself as he reached for the box of wrist bands. He plucked a solid red and a solid black band out. Staring at the red band, he looked down at the ledger and found the corresponding code, "Long red hair, pale skin, longish nose, American accent..." Grinning he muttered, "I know exactly who I'm sending you to."


'Blondie' watched as 'Mocha' inspected the bar area. The dark woman was leaning heavily on her cane. It appeared to 'Blondie' that her companion had learned to economize her movements so as to not waste energy or tax her obviously distressed hip.

"Nothing can be done then?"

'Mocha' turned to look at the blonde woman. Her darks eyes questioning.

"Your hip I mean."

Shaking her head, 'Mocha' replied, "Nah. Been to every joint specialist around. Even some muggle doctors. I'm done. This is as good as it's going to get."

There was deep sympathy in the chocolate eyes that were looking back at her. The lovely dark skinned woman smiled sadly, "It's alright. I get around." She paused for a moment, then said, "The toughest thing was finding out just who my real friends were and who were the ones that liked me just because I could play quidditch."

There was deep pain and loneliness lacing her statement.

'Blondie' snorted, "Well I never cared a fig about quidditch and I like you."

The quiet grin she received at her statement spoke volumes. With a cheeky grin of her own, the blonde woman said, "Let me show you another one of 'Blue's' mad ideas. He calls them the "Gettin' to know ya" rooms."

'Mocha' snickered, "Getting to you know my arse. You can bet those rooms will be used for some serious shagging."

'Blondie' nodded, "He wants to charge hourly rates."

"What a pig!"

"A brilliant pig."

After visiting several rooms that were situated down a short corridor just behind the bar, 'Blondie' led 'Mocha' back to the front of the club as sounds of banging and some swearing could be heard coming from the office which was located just to the right of the main entrance, right beside the reception booth.

"If you mess up my office, I swear to Merlin you'll be wearing that bloody white wristband with the blue dot. I swear it!" 'Blondie' yelled in the direction of the noise.

A muffled, "Ah bugger off woman!" was her reply.

Snorting, the blonde woman glanced up at 'Mocha' to see her trying to suppress her laughter, "Oh hush you!"

With that, peals of laughter erupted, "You two sound like a married couple."

Another snort, "If only..." She smiled, "I'm into witches. He's into wizards."

"You're gay?" There was total surprise in her voice, "I thought you and Ron..."

"Oh good God! Are you kidding? Ronald Weasley is a bigger pig than Draco."

'Mocha's' deep dark eyes widened, "I thought you were friends."

"We are. Just not lovers. Besides, he's with Lavender Brown."

"Ewwwww!"

They arrived at a staircase that was just to the left of the main entryway.

'Mocha' eyed it with some trepidation, "I don't do stairs very well."

'Blondie' smiled and pulled out her wand. Flicking it just so, she muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

'Mocha' felt herself rising, "Whoa!"

Her body was smoothly and steadily lifted to the top of the stairs. All the while 'Blondie' slowly followed saying, "Up here are where the glamoured guests can apparate in to." She waved her arm to reveal a row of twenty small cubicles set up as reception points for apparation.

"How do you keep people from apparating onto one another?" 'Mocha asked as she carefully inspected the first booth.

'Blondie' flashed a familiar "Cheshire Cat" grin, "The booths are equipped with a spell I developed. The magic senses if one booth is occupied. If it is, then it will shuffle the person to the next one in line and so on."

"Keeps the traffic flowing nicely."

Both women looked up to see 'Blue' at the top of the steps. The man took a step forward and addressed 'Mocha', "So what do you think?"

"I think this place is bloody brilliant."

Grinning, the handsome man asked, "So you'll take the job?"

"Yes."


-to be continued

AN: Next chapter will be opening night at Club Glamour!