Hey fellow fanfic patrons!! RonFan here with the next chapter of Coyote Ugly. Thanks to all reviewers who reviewed my first chapter. I love ya'll lots!!! So here it is!
Disclaimer- I'm not a coyote. Therefore, I don't own them or HP or whatever you can find.
Chapter 2 Hermione's First Month
"Passengers, please sit down and fasten your seat belts. We'll be landing in Chicago in about ten minutes. Thank you for flying British Airways and please come again!"
Hermione awoke with a start. Her head was sore. There was a small bloodstain on her sleeve. She was just glad that it stopped bleeding. The flight to Chicago had been a nasty one. She was sitting next to a man who kept hitting on her. When she wasn't looking, he would try to feel her up. She finally confronted him, and he immediately backed off. The food was horrible. If this was what her new life was going to be like, she might as well go back. No! She wouldn't go. No one would miss her. It didn't matter. Her life was now clear. She could do anything she wanted. Look out Chicago! Hermione Granger, or whatever her name would be, was coming to town!!
After collecting her baggage, Hermione decided to head to a place where she could change her name. Finally, she found a place. The man who was interviewing her was short and bald. He was a little chubby, but he had a cute boyish face.
"So Miss Granger, your record is clean and I see no reason not to change your name. Now I just need you to sign a few things and give yourself a new name. After that, you are free to go." He said happily handing her a small stack of papers. She filled them out until she came to her name. What should it be? It can't be something too obvious. She had always wanted to be called Anne, but if anyone ever came near her, they would recognize her in a second. Ashley, Mary, Jillian, Jackie? No, those wouldn't do. There was a blurb on the radio for a movie. It was called Mona Lisa's Smile. Mona? Hmmm… that's not too bad. Yes, that would be great. Now, for a last name. What about Hart or Martin? No, too common. Then the perfect last name hit her. Cambell! Alright, Mona Cambell it was! She finished the papers and left the office. Now, for finding a house. Hermione, or Mona now, had been saving muggle money all of her life. She transferred it into American dollars. She had about $300,000 to spend on a house and furniture. 'This should last awhile at least until I find a job.' She thought as she walked into a reality company. It was made especially for wizards and witches. Mona had always dreamed of owning her own flat in the big city. She walked up to a man's office named Billy McGuire.
"Now then. You're looking for a house in the city that's within $300,000 price range. Is that correct, Miss Cambell?" asked Mr. McGuire.
"Yes, sir. I love the city. I've always wanted a small house in a big one. I come from London, but it just wasn't big enough for me. So do you have anything available?" she asked hoping there was SOMETHING there.
"Well, yes there is a small flat just a few blocks from Lincoln Park. It's not too small, but not too big since you live alone. It's going for $180,000. You can pay now or wait." He said.
"I've got the money right here, but shouldn't I see it first? You know, just to make sure that it's livable." Said Mona thinking that there was something screwy going on.
"Miss Cambell, this is a limited time offer. Take it or leave it." He said sternly.
"Alright fine. Here." She said handing him the money. Could this really be good for her? He slid the title deeds over and said good-bye. Mona left the office feeling scared, but excited. The house was several blocks way. She could take a taxi, but what's the fun of that when you're in the big city. She chose to walk. The streets looked fairly decent, and Mona's sprit rose a little. She finally turned onto her street. It was full of gorgeous houses. 'I wonder which one is mine…' she thought. Her new address was 164 New York Avenue. She walked past 161, 162, 163, and finally she looked up and saw her house for the first time. It surprised her. The house looked horrible! The others were all clean and perfectly neat, but this house had overgrown bushes and there was paint chipping off of the house. It definitely wasn't perfect, but beggars can't be choosers. It would have to do…
Mona took out her key and opened the door. There was a strange smell that greeted her at the door. Her first thought was to by some air freshener ASAP. She looked and saw that the walls seemed brunt as though there was a fire here. 'There probably was.' She thought as she walked through. The foyer was small with a small staircase leading upstairs. The stair had some holes in it just like Hogwarts had the trick stairs. She walked into her living room. The carpet was a blue, but it had a lot of stains on it. There were a few pieces of furniture here and there. They looked fairly decent, but she would try them later. The kitchen was a disaster! There were pots and pans everywhere, and the stove was rusting slightly. It looked like no one had cleaned up after them selves after breakfast. The refrigerator didn't match the rest of the kitchen and it looked like it could collapse at any minute. She frowned and went through the rest of the house. It would definitely take some work to fix this place up.
Mona woke up about two weeks later. Her eyes were still drooping since it was only five in the morning. She needed to find a job and soon. After furniture shopping and food shopping, her money supply was starting to diminish. It was time to start another day of job hunting. Mona was the smartest witch in Hogwarts. There was no one who could possibly refuse the smartest witch. The wizarding world in Chicago wasn't much different from the one in England. However, they had much more respect for muggles here. Witches and Wizards didn't really wear their robes unless they were working for the government. Like London, Chicago also had a special shopping alley for wizards hidden from the muggles. Once Mona had eaten and showered, it was time for job hunting. She took half of her money and hid the rest. It wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't forgotten to lock the door.
At five in the evening, Mona returned to her humble home. She was dead tired. No one would hire her, no matter what her record was. As Mona reached for her keys, she saw that her door was unlocked. 'Ohhh shit!!!' she thought almost panicking. Mona rushed in and found her house a mess. There was furniture, pots, food, and papers lying all over the house. It was a complete mess. Then a horrible thought hit her. What if the thief had found her secret stash? She had taken half, but that wasn't nearly enough. Mona rushed to the spot and found it empty. Mona's eyes began to become tearful. This was too much. First, her house was like a shithole, and then she couldn't get a job, now she had lost almost all of her money. As the tears began to fall, Mona began to clean up the mess, but not before locking the door.
After another week of failed job hunts, Mona was found at a small café with a large cappuccino in hand. Even though money was tight, she had to have her coffee. The door opened and a group of four women walked in. They were wearing very tight clothes and looked like they had been out all night, which they had.
"God, I'm tired. Remind me not to stay out that late. I swear, happy hour is getting to be a nightmare." Said a woman with long silky blonde hair. Her eyes were bright blue. They reminded her of Harry's except Harry's were green.
"Whose bright idea was it to go out again anyway?" said another woman with black hair that slowly turned into reddish blondish as it went down. The woman looked tired, but somehow still awake. Mona listened to them closely not really knowing why. These women caught her attention for some reason.
"It wasn't mine." said the blonde. She and the other woman turned to a girl with thin brown hair. She looked wide-awake, which seemed weird since it seemed that they were out all night.
"Hey I can't help it. Good thing we don't have to work tonight. I couldn't do it. Only Taylor could. Then again, she went home with that hot guy last night. Strange, yet hot people you meet at bars. At least he wasn't one of those idiots trying to dance with us on the bar. Oh well. The three hundred dollars we got paid made up for it." Said the wild looking woman. Wow! Three hundred dollars for one night! Mona listened closely.
"Yep, it definitely makes being a coyote worth it. We're witches and coyotes. What more can we ask for?" said the awake woman.
"Chelsea, shut up! We don't want the muggles to hear us. Anyway, Wyllie says that we need a new coyote. She needs another to get up on the bar and on the dance floor during happy hour. Think we could find one?" asked the blonde.
"Yeah, we just have to look closely. She's got to be younger than us and have a great voice. None of us do and we can always get extra tips if we sing." Said Chelsea.
Mona couldn't take it. This was her big chance. She was young and everyone always said that she was a good singer. Even though bar dancing wasn't one of her favorite things to do; three hundred dollars would definitely help her. She got up and moved towards the group of women.
"Excuse me, may I sit here?" she asked meekly.
"Uhhh… sure no one else should be sitting there. The slut won't be back until later so go right ahead. By the way, my name's Megan. This is Chelsea and that's Kristina." She said pointing to the others. "What's your name?"
"Mona. Mona Cambell." It felt weird coming from her mouth. She wasn't used to being Mona Cambell yet.
"Hello Mona!" said Chelsea looking very enthusiastic. "You are a witch, right?"
"Chelsea!" the others yelled.
"It's okay. Yes, I am. I'm from Britain. I ran away three weeks ago and changed my name. Now I guess I'm kind of the out cast." Said Mona looking at the floor.
"Really? Join the club, Mona." Said Kristina. "I was a lawyer, but I couldn't stand being so dressed up and perfect all of the time. So I left."
"Yeah, I was going to be a nun, but then, I just said 'screw this' and ran way, and here I am now." Said Chelsea who was grinning.
"I'm just a wild child. My parents couldn't control me. So I left. Why did you run away? You're not that bad looking. What could make you run?" asked Megan.
"I found my fiancé in bed with another woman. My parents were going to make me marry him just because he was rich and they wanted me to buy them a huge mansion. So I faked death and ran." Said Mona. She surprised herself. She had just blown her cover! Oh shit!
"Really? You wouldn't happen to be Hermione Granger would you?" asked Kristina. She had a small smirk on her face. Mona looked at the floor again.
"Guilty as charged." She said quietly. They gasped and looked stunned. Their stunned faces turned into a grin.
"Wow! Everyone in the wizarding world thinks you're really dead! This is incredible! You are one slick woman, Mona Cambell!" exclaimed Megan. "Ladies," she said looking at Chelsea and Kristina. "I think we found ourselves a new coyote… Don't worry. Your secret is safe with us." She said smirking again. Mona smiled for the first time in weeks.
Later that day, Kristina, Chelsea, and Megan took Mona to a small bar in downtown Chicago. It looked rundown, but something about it gave her shivers. A neon sign read "Coyote Ugly" above the doorway. They led her inside to meet their employer, Wyllie Coyote.
"Hey Wyllie! Remember that new coyote you wanted? Well here she is. Meet Mona Cambell. Or should we say Hermione Granger." Said Megan. A woman came out from the back. She had long dark hair that was very shinny.
"What kind of shit are you pulling? Everyone knows that Hermione Granger committed suicide a few weeks ago. Her name has been in the papers since then. No way in hell do you have her here."
"Oh yes we do! This is Mona Cambell. Why don't you tell it, Mona?" said Chelsea nodding towards Wyllie.
Mona stepped forwards and explained everything to her. Wyllie looked at her and smiled.
"Well Miss Cambell, I would be honored if the notorious Hermione Granger would except a job here as a coyote. You'll be a bar tender, but at happy hour, you'll be a bar dancer." Wyllie began to circle Mona muttering things here and there. "Can you sing at all? Wait dumb question. They said you could in the papers. So, do you accept?"
"Of course, I'm all for bar dancing and serving, but please don't tell anyone about this. My whole cover would be blown." She said looking happy.
"No prob. Be here at seven on Monday through Friday. You have weekends off. You should get off at three in the morning. Now we need to do something with your looks. Your body is nice, but you look too much like a sweet innocent little girl. Coyotes are wild and crazy. Ladies, will you please take her shopping today? We don't need to change much except for your wardrobe and hairstyle. Hang on, how old are you?" Oh God! That never even crossed her mind. She was too young to be in a bar.
"18." She answered.
"Not anymore. We'll get you some fake i.d's. Now you're 21."
Mona was so tired. It was Monday night or morning. Being a coyote was crazy. She danced her heart out and went wild. She also met the slut coyote, Taylor. She was a run away, but from the pressures of being a rich little girl. She had slept with so many men, it wasn't even funny. The coyotes had helped her shop. They had very good taste, even if it was a tight fit. Now, Mona wore tight pants and t-shirts that showed her stomach. Her hair was still bushy, but it was an attractive bushy now. Wyllie had introduced her as the girl who found her ex cheating on her and ran off. She didn't mention anything about the articles in the paper and no one put two and two together. Hermione Granger was gone for sure. Now here to take her place, was Mona Cambell, or as she was now called Coyote Mona.
A/N: Well did you like it? I did make up Mona's address so if someone does live there, well, I didn't even know there was a street in Chicago called New York Avenue. I got it from Monopoly… The whole Draco/Hermione thing will be up next chapter. It should be up by Sunday night. Until then!
Lots of Love,
RonFan