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adri2000: yeah ... depressing. ok squash was in a depressing mood when she wrote that. lol. hope u like this chpt!

VictoriaM2006: mm yeah. depressing. it'll get less depressing, we promise.

Swett Potter: hmm yeah...u made us think. but i really dont see how who is in the car is relevant. it was just some random guy who was driving and then harry stepped out on2 the road in his drunken state and almost got run over lol. haha i'm sorry but i find that amusing lol. however the rest of it...well that will be explained slowly. we'll find out what he does in the next chpt. oh and voldie is dead. i mean, harry wouldnt be bored if he was alive, would he? lol thx 4 reviewin and ya know i luv ya!

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A/N: Hey it's chapter two time! Hope you enjoy it!! This chapter is much longer, so it'll make up for the other one.


HELLO STRANGER

Chapter Two: Stop Falling

Harry didn't quite know how he actually got there but he was now standing there, in his drunken state, debating on whether or not to walk inside.

Where, you ask, was he? He was where any normal man would be on the last night of his life. The cheap pink neon lights, in the shape of a name he couldn't decipher in his stupor, blinded him as he stared up at them in an ill-fated attempt to work out what the sign said. Once he had no more stars flying around his eyes he entered the club to see a sea of barely clad women dancing around the room and a mass of men entranced by them.

Yes folks, he was in a strip club.

Harry sighed and looked around for the bar. He quickly found it and once he had a very large beer he headed straight for the nearest girl, who was also probably the prettiest he vaguely noticed. He sat down in front of her and waited for her to notice him, not sure of how to get her attention. The dancer he chose was a long legged dark haired beauty who at the moment was only wearing a white thong, a white sequined bra, black fishnet stockings, a black and white garter round her shapely right thigh and a pair of black knee high boots. An apron laid on the stage, Harry realised that she was suppose to be some sort of kinky French maid.

Several dancers had offered a lap dance for him but he refused their advances focussing all his attention to the dancer before him. The dancer was gyrating on the pole now causing the bevy of men in the room to want her even more and the handfuls of cash being thrown at her increased. Harry begged to the gods that she would notice him; he had never wanted anything as bad in his life as to have her notice him. When she did finally notice him she was in the process of removing her bra and flashed to the audience when she happened to make eye contact with him. Recognizing him she began to strut over to him, rubbing her hands all over her body and shaking her hips to the hypnotic music in the background. Finally being close enough to him she smiled and leant forward, murmuring seductively in his ear,

"Hello stranger."

Harry didn't know quite how to respond to a welcome like this. She had leant over, giving him full view of her breasts, turning him on very much so. She smiled her perfect smile as she traced his jaw line with her finger,

"First timer?"

He nodded feebly apologizing several times. She just smiled again,

"Just tip me if you like it."

He nodded again and watched, with delight, as the stripper began to dance for him, sliding up and down the pole in front of him and shaking herself in his face. He pulled out a one hundred pound note and slipped it in her thong without thinking as she shook her hips in his face. She grinned as she noticed how much money he just gave her and stepped down to straddle his waist preparing to give him the lap dance of his life. She began to treat his body like a pole, rubbing herself up and down on him and turning around to almost press her breasts into his face.

Harry watched this wonderful spectacle with wide eyes, not really aware of how turned on he was. He pulled yet another one hundred pound bill out of his pocket and slid it into her thong, enjoying himself for the first time in ages. It was only when the stripper's shift was over four hours later did he finally left the club. Without thinking he walked into the side alley of the club, where the staff entrance was. He leant against the wall of the club and waited for the stripper to come out.

When she did, she began to walk away from him, not noticing who he was. So he caught up with her and said, "Wait!"

She spun around, ready to defend herself but then she recognised him. She frowned, "What do you want? My shift's over"

"To walk you home," he uttered lamely.

She snickered, "I can take care of myself thanks."

"Come on," he pleaded, advancing forward and grabbing her arm.

"Let go of me," she suddenly snapped viciously, narrowing her eyes and looking up at him. "Just because you're Harry Potter does not mean that you can touch me."

Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "How do you know who I am?"

The stripper rolled her eyes and said "Oh come on. Your scar and hair give you away automatically. Mr Big-Shot-Potter, head of foreign affairs, blah, blah, blah."

"So, you're a witch?" he asked looking down at her releasing her arm from his grasp.

She nodded, "Can I go home now?"

"Can I walk you home?" he asked again hopefully.

She sighed knowing he wouldn't give up, "Okay... fine whatever."

"Where do you live?" he asked as they began to make their way down the long street.

"Just around the corner," she said. They walked in silence for a while. The stripper took some fingerless gloves out of her jacket and put them on stubbornly. Her lips were slightly turning blue from the cold. She was only wearing a thin pair of track pants and her bra underneath her jacket. Harry watched out of the corner of his eye, completely captivated by her very presence.

"What's your name?" Harry finally attempted to make small talk with her as they walked. She looked at him, eyes glowing,

"Evangeline". However the way she said it seemed unconvincing to Harry so he asked,

"What's your real name?"

She bit her lip smiling,

"You're a very smart boy. Most men would accept my name as the one I tell them"

"Well" he asked again, "what is your name?"

Thinking momentarily, as if wondering if she would give him her name, she finally answered,

"Hermione."

"Nice name," he remarked, "very nice indeed"

She couldn't help but smile and say "Thanks".

"Well what about your last name?" Harry decided to test his luck. Pouting devilishly at him she shook her head,

"Nuh uh, the first name was a freebie. For the last name, you're going to have to pay for that"

Harry laughed boisterously; he knew she was teasing him. They turned the corner and Hermione stopped outside a derelict block of flats. The building was old, bricks were chipped, the paint was peeling off and graffiti covered the place. "Well, thanks Harry," she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek a little too sweetly.

He grinned and as she was closing the door he called out "Can I see you again?"

She giggled and said, "We'll see."

Just before she closed the door though she called out to Harry almost in a purr,

"Good Night Mr Potter."


A/N: Pumpkin: Well, what do you all think of this? Yeah, I know, pretty different from what I usually write but I enjoy it! Squash: It's my influence sorry, I usually write really depressing crap! And I know Hermione is really O.O.C but it's so much fun writing her as this tempestuous sex kitten. Hey if Draco can be good then Hermione can be a sex kitten!! Pumpkin: Well, you know the deal ppl! Review and you all get cookie dough! Lol. Love you all heaps and heaps! Squash: And have lots of unicorn dreams!! Pumpkin: wtf? unicorn dreams?

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