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Chapter One: Not the same
"Man, fuck you buddy," yelled an extremely pissed Hermione, who was just maliciously plowed over by some fat prick who didn't seem to know the meaning of the words 'personal' and 'space.' Honestly, muggles were a nuisance, no manners what so ever.
'What a prig,' she thought to herself as she made her way through the large crowd that was currently rubbing against each other to senseless rapping 'Shitty music if I do say so myself' Heavy metal and hard rock were her preference but she couldn't really get the job done without sluttish music, now could she?
This sex on the dance floor fest was taking place in one of the newer dance clubs in New York City, Hermione had a mission. It seemed to be that this would be easier than she though.
Finding her current flavor of the week, she slung an arm around his neck, playing with his inky black hair as she grinded her pelvis against his provocatively. His arms snaked around her hips quickly, his lips planting themselves at the base of Hermiones neck just under where her now straight hair ended.
Enjoying the attention, Hermione rocked her hips against his to the beating of the bass, swinging her head back wildly, a shower of her short chestnut brown hair sported with red highlights following her heads moments, seconds behind.
She sent her dance partner a slow smile, who received it with a lazy grin of his own as she pried his left arm from her waist, taking hold of his hand instead. Hermione led him to one of the clubs many dingy rooms, used mostly for whores and their line of work, and guided him to the bed. Letting go of his hand, she sat herself down on the edge of the bed, parting her legs invitingly as she beckoned him with the crook of her finger.
His chocolate brown eyes locked onto her honey, he doubted this whore even knew his name. 'She was a great dancer, she'll probably be a good fuck too.'
He came between her thin muscular thighs, unzipping his jeans as he pulled his erect phallus through his boxers and fly. He gripped his shaft and positioned himself, rubbing his tip against her vagina's lips under her short leather mini-skirt.
'This chick really is a whore, no panties,' he thought to himself before all he knew was the color black.
Hermione shoved the appallingly stupid man off her person and set her rock filled purse she had just bludgeoned the muggle with down on the tile floor next to his body as she started to pat him down, looking for valuables and money.
Ever since her mother and father lost nearly all of their money gambling, Hermione had been forced to take steps of her own to keep her family going, even if it meant luring unknowing men with fake intentions and mugging them.
She dug through his pockets and freed a wallet from his jeans.
Hermione grinned to herself wickedly as she pulled out a thick wad of One hundred dollar bills and quickly shoved them down her black lacy bra.
As Hermione exited the club five minutes later, she slung her prada purse over her shoulder, moving her hips to the beat of the music.
"She's getting better," Hermiones older brother noted when she removed a large amount of money from her bra and flung ¾ of her profit on the table in front of himself and her parents, exiting the room soon after.
She slipped her stilettos off and took the stairs two at a time, flying into her room to count her total money pot. Eager to see if she could finally afford everything she would need for Hogwarts.
Hermione added the 6 One hundred dollar bills to a specific pile and whipped out her calculator from the mahogany desk drawer. She bit her lower lip in frustration as she realized she most likely wouldn't be able to afford any new robes this year.
When converted to wizarding money, Muggle money ended up being cheaper, in other words, it would take a large amount of muggle money to turn out a single wizard galleon.
She grimaced when she thought of all the money she had wasted on designer clothes and accessories. Splurging would be her downfall, maybe she had a little of her parents in her after all, they didn't much look like they were anyways.
"Fuck robes, I'll go muggle style," she muttered to herself.
Hermione, donned in hip hugger faded out jeans and a forest green tank top, was earning some very odd looks from the wizard community in Diagon Alley.
She took no notice and tucked a strand of her now shoulder length hair behind her ears, which were pierced in four different places. Not to mention she possessed a barbell in her tongue and a skull belly button ring in her navel.
"Looking good, Granger,'' a drawling voice from behind her stated coldly.
This voice was followed by a finger trailing itself down her spinal cord. Hermiones sexy pouty lips instantly twisted into a sneer as she elbowed Malfoys rock hard abs. The process hurt her about as much as it hurt him she realized too late, whispering "Fuck," under her breath, and quickly recovered.
Hermione gripped her elbow tightly and turned around, sending a hate filled glare towards Malfoy, who was too concerned with his now aching abs to take much notice.
Malfoys head instantly snapped up as she stepped closer to him, "Back off, Mudblood," he spat at her venomously.
She flinched back but immediately delivered a swift kick to his ribs, which was no entertaining parade for Malfoy, as Hermione was fitted with a pair of timberland steel toed boots. Doubtless there wasn't at least one rib broken in that area. Before leaving him with a loving comment she spat on him.
"Not this year, asshole."
After the incident with Malfoy, she had decided it would be best to avoid Harry and Ron, they weren't ready for the changes she had gone through anyhow, which she convinced herself of as she made her way through the small crowd that had gathered to view the little 'talk' between 'friends.'
In all actuality, she really was much different, and those who passed by her, whom had known her from Hogwarts, could tell just by the way she swung her hips as she walked that something was off, she wasn't the same bookworm.
Her body had finally filled out in all the right places, her hips daring any man to set their hands at the curves of them. She wasn't lacking a full bosom either, but the most startling changes to her appearance were her face and her hair.
Hermiones usually dark brown eyes were now a lighter shade, you could almost call it honey, but there was a hint of chocolate mixing in. Too bad there wasn't much sweet about her anymore.
Her childhood plumpness had faded away from her face, revealing high cheekbones and full lips that seemed to beg to be kissed.
She glanced at her reflection in the window of Flourish and Botts, smiling as she noted to herself 'I'm quite the knockout.'
Her looks weren't her most drastic change of all. It was her new found personality that would later shock the student and teacher population of Hogwarts.
'You don't come out of my line of work without scars' she thought grimly, a dark look taking place upon her features as she finished her purchases and floo'd back to her home.
"This'll be your last hit before you go back to 'school', lets make it worth remembering."
Hermione and her older brother who himself was quite attractive, though didn't much look like her, danced their way to the middle of the large crowd. Her brother had apparated them to a club in San Francisco, California this time and she had to admit, the men here looked rich for the picking.
She winked at John and made her way back to the bar, ordering a water for herself when she reached it and brushed up against the man sitting at the bar as she leaned forward to grab hold of her drink.
He glanced at her and sent her a fleeting smile whilst she sat herself down on the stool next to him and took in his appearance, her eyelids covering half her eyes making her look seductive.
Bile almost rose to her throat at the thought of even touching this disgusting creature. Not only was he extremely un-appealing to the eye, he could compare his weight to a small elephant.
"What's your name sugar?" Hermione asked the man, who was most likely five years older than her.
He blushed and stated "Chris," clearly.
'Aww, we've got a shy one on us,' Hermione gave him a full on grin, causing the man to nearly cream himself where he sat.
She didn't know this club nearly as well as she knew the one back in NY, but figured that a back alley would be good enough to get the job done. Hermione expected John to be trailing them and apparate her back home immediately when she finished. 'Hopefully I won't have to go very far with this.'
The prospect of seeing yet another penis didn't excite her very much at all, especially this mans. The beginning of Dip it Low by Christina Milian blasted on the speakers as she led him to the exit.
Unbeknownst to her, am almost white-haired blonde 'person' was eyeing the pair as they departed. The blonde lazily followed them, too bored with his partner, and very curious.
"Oh baby I want this so bad."
"Me too honey, me too." Hermione lied as his plump hands ran down her body.
"You're so beautiful."
"Thanks baby, you too."
"I've never done this before.."
"Its alright honey, you being so.. Handsome.." she cringes and finishes, "Makes up for it."
He blushed and admitted, "No ones ever thought so before.."
"How could that be?" she asked in false wonder, wanting desperately to hit this bloke and run as quick as she could. She felt she was about to be sick.
This shit was beginning to annoy her, more movement of the body, less movement of the lips was how she preferred to get this done.
Cold gray eyes watched Hermiones every move, ears catching every syllable of the conversation, a smile graced the lips of the mystery person.
The eyes were forced to widen slightly as they witnessed Hermione deliver a hard punch to the fat mans jaw, followed by a knee that connected to his balls, and another punch, this time at his temple, that rendered the man unconscious.
The lips that belonged to the same cold eyes twitched to a smirk, he never thought Granger had it in her. Bloody muggles are idiots if they fall into random women, especially unattractive men that are 'wanted' by very attractive women.
As Hermione dug through the overly obese mans clothing, the owner of the cold eyes and smirking lips stepped his 6'2" frame out of the shadows. His muscular arms crossed themselves over his chest as he looked expectantly at the young woman in front of him.
"Interesting Granger, very interesting."
End of Chapter One
Oh yes folks, and I leave you with a semi-cliffy. Semi because if you don't know who the 'mystery man' you're a dolt, but how will she react? What's lie will she dish out and how will she make sure he tells no one?