Chapter 3
Draco woke up with a killer headache. He looked around the room and noticed that he had crashed in Blaise's guest room. He rolled back over and thought about sleeping the hangover off. However a more pressing issues needed to be figured out.
Such as locating his shirt.
He had slept in his jeans but not his shirt. Where was it? He looked around and realised that it wasn't in the room. Did he leave it in the club? Could a girl have it? He tried to remember as much of last night as he could. He couldn't remember a lot about last night but he was almost certain he hadn't bought back a female. Blaise had though. This further added to the advantages of going back to sleep. He really didn't want to see the girl leave.
He quickly pulled himself out of his jeans. Something caught his eye in his pocket. A brochure for 'Witches'. He pulled it out and studied it. It was typical of the other places he and Blaise had been to. But one person caught his eye. Lucy the Librarian. It was Hermione. She looked just like she had before, despite the make-up and costume.
Why was she working at a strip club? This was the smartest girl in the whole school and here she was dancing for the delight of men. Why should he care? She was just a Mudblood. A Mudblood who he hated and hated him. He scrunched up the brochure and put it on the nightstand. He'd figure things out later.
When his headache was gone.
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Liz woke Hermione up at about 6 in the morning which meant she had been asleep for about 6 hours. This was as much sleep as she would have for the whole day. She made her breakfast and set about fixing her clothes for tonight.
Liz had her mother's hair and her father's blue eyes. Her hair wasn't as bushy as Hermione's had been when she was younger. Instead it fell in soft waves. Hermione was insanely jealous of her daughter's hair. It was perfect and would always do whatever she wanted it to. Her hair reached just past her shoulders.
"Liz, sweetie, I'll be back in a second. Why don't you colour in your new colouring in book?" Hermione suggested to her as she walked towards the door.
She had one person in the whole apartment block she could trust. A grandmother who lived here because it was the only place she could afford. To earn a bit more money Ethel looked after Liz when Hermione was working. Hermione loved Ethel dearly and Liz enjoyed making scones in her kitchen.
Hermione knocked at the door before turning the handle. "Ethel? Hello? It's Hermione..." She called as she walked inside.
"Hello dear, I'm in the living room. I have someone who I think you should meet." Ethel called back.
Hermione glanced at what she was wearing. Dark blue skinny jeans and a purple shirt. Deciding that that was good enough she moved towards the living area of Ethel's house. Ethel sat in her usual spot with an ottoman full of biscuits in front of her. Opposite her was a middle aged man with a receding hairline. He was a little over weight and wore an ill-fitting suit.
"Hermione dear, help yourself to a biscuit. This is my son Aaron. Aaron meet this charming young woman who allows me to baby-sit her daughter while she dances. Where do you dance again?" She asked, picking up her mug of tea.
Ethel like many older woman had opted to cut her hair short instead of fussing with it every day. She wore purple velvet slippers and a floral dress with a cardigan over the top. She wore her glasses on a string around her neck and even then she often 'lost' them.
"Ahh, Witches. Ethel I was wondering if you could look after Liz again tonight?" Hermione asked, pushing her hands into her pocket.
"I had plans to take mum out for dinner this evening." Aaron said.
"Oh, that's alright. I'll think of something to do. It was nice meeting you Aaron. Um, see you tomorrow Ethel." Hermione said walking backwards.
"Goodbye dear." Ethel called after her. Hermione quickly closed the door behind her.
What was she going to do with Liz?
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A few hours later after lunch Draco woke for the second time. The magnitude of the headache was gone, but there was still a slight cloudy-ness about his head. He sat up in bed, locating his jeans easily. He still hadn't found his shirt so that was a problem but he guessed he could just steal one of Blaise's until his showed up.
He got up out of bed and pulled his jeans on. His eyes moved to the brochure he had found earlier. Draco had dreamt about Hermione. It hadn't been about teasing her or even making her cry by calling her names. No, in his dream she hadn't been Hermione she had been Lucy the librarian. She had given him a lap dance and then invited him into another room for more. Thankfully it had been then that he had woken up. He had had a...wet dream about the bookworm. Fucking hell what was the world coming to. He picked up the brochure intending to show it to Blaise.
"Mate, I have a question." Draco called as he strolled into the kitchen.
Blaise stood there making himself a cup of coffee. "What is it? Why do you have to shout?"
"What you mean like this?" Draco yelled. He instantly regretted it after his own headache intensified.
"Yeah I mean exactly like fucking that." Blaise answered. If he was feeling any better he would have cursed Draco.
"Alright just clarifying. Anyway, do you recognise this face?" Draco asked putting the brochure onto the kitchen bench.
"Is that, the mudblood? Granger I mean, the one who got kicked out of, well the whole wizarding world?" Blaise asked.
"Yep. Wanna go torment her?" Draco asked with a wicked smirk. He had never really gotten the chance to completely 'thank' Granger for escaping that night from his manor. The dark lord had been furious that the 'Malfoy's had destroyed another plan'.
"Sure, but maybe you should get a new shirt?" Blaise suggested. It was only now that Draco remembered that he was still without a shirt.
"Yeah, I'll just pop back home and get one." He shrugged it off. His family emblem felt cold against his chest. His parents had given him the necklace when he had been accepted into Hogwarts. It was their way of enforcing everyone to remember who this boy was. Now he only had the emblem and his dark mark to remind him of who he was. He also had a snake on his hip, a reference to the house he had belonged to all his life.
"Okay, well I say we leave at about 9, that's when it opens apparently." Blaise said, flicking his wrist. Two plates of eggs and bacon appeared.
"Thanks mate." Draco replied before sitting down to eat. Only a few more hours until he discovered the reasons Hermione was working at the club.
A/N: I had planned on uploading this yesterday, with Chapter 2, but I fell asleep at the keyboard. So I'm putting this up now. Thank you for the reviews and all the favourites and stuff like that…It means a lot to me. Anyway for those wondering Draco and Hermione meet in the next chapter… Also I was going to update this on the 8th of March but I have camp then… so this is early… Next update may be late too since I'm likely to have half yearly exams when I plan on updating so hold on for that… Anyway hope you enjoyed it… Review if you want to…
