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Hermione at Twenty-Four- So sorry this chapter took so long. I've been a little busy procrastinating and moping around bored. Hehe. Anyways, Hermione won't become a , but she will DEFINATLY get more attention if you know what I mean…

Hermione sighed with contempt as she flopped down on her bed. "I had the absolute greatest time with Lauren…" she thought. "We should definatly hang out more often. She's the kind of person that will help me get more noticed." An orange ball of fur jumped atop her pink silk bedspred among the many pink fluffy pillows.

"Hello Crookshanks," Hermione murmered as she lazily scratched the cat. In response, the animal nuzzled up to her and started to lick her face. Hermione giggled and remembered she had make-up on. She hurriedly nudged Crookshanks aside and wiped at her face. Apparently the lady at MAC thought Hermione's skin was perfect as it was, since there were no foundation splotches on her arm when she checked to see if any make-up was rubbed off. "Thank god," she whispered.

The next few days past with the usual bore of the Granger mansion. Hermione lounged around studying, but had made sure she kept her appearance up, makeup and all. That Saturday, she awoke to see a strange figure looming over her bed. Without hesitation, she pulled her wand off her nightstand and shouted the first curse that came to her mind. "Petrificus Totilus!" The figure went stiff as a board and thumped to the ground. About two seconds later, the door to Hermione's room flew open. Around ten gaurds barged in. The lead guard, Ed, was the first to speak.

"Miss Granger! Are you harmed?"

"No, no quite alright. See who that is, will you?" fear tainted Hermione's words. Ed strode over to the body and lifted it up with ease.

"Does she look familiar?" Ed inquired. Hermione gasped.

"Ohmigod!" her eyes opened wide. "Remove the charm immediately and then leave my room!"

"Are you sure it's safe?" Ed sounded a bit surprised.

"Now!" Hermione snapped.

"As you wish," Ed muttered a quick spell under his breath, then turned towards the other guards and motioned for them to disperse. Before he left the room, he said, "Your parents will have to be informed of this attack."

"It was not an attack! But do whatever you want! At least I'll only have to explain this once that way," Hermione snarled. She had always thought the guards to be a great nuisance and had begged to get rid of them, but her parents had insisted it was for her own safety. "Own safety, my ass. I'm at least two times better with a wand then any of them will ever be!" she thought. She then turned to the figure.

"Lauren, I'm so sorry! I thought-" Hermione started before Lauren cut her off.

"Don't sweat it. I probably would have done the same thing. I thought you would be awake by now though," Lauren replied. Glancing at the clock, a sheepish smile passed across Hermione's face. Her clock read 12:30.

"I had a late night?" Hermione tried.

"Oh sure," Lauren rolled her eyes. "Get up, we have to get ready now if we're going to get to The Poler,"

"The Poler? Am I hearing you right? The Poler where all the hottest celebrities go? Where all the well-known people are and you have to make reservations unless the gaurds think you're hot enough to get in?" Hermione would have kept on ranting if Lauren hadn't waved her hand in front of her face.

"That's the one. Now get up!"

But Hermione wasn't listening. "We'll never get in there! People that are exact look-alikes of Beyonce hardly scrape past. How are we going to get in?"

"That's why I'm your friend," Lauren stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Honestly, I thought you would get it by now, being the smartest witch in Hogwarts," At this, Hermione flung a rather large pillow at Lauren's head. But Lauren had seen it coming and caught it before it came within a foot of her face. Lauren then tossed the pillow aside and proceded to lug Hermione out of bed. When she had successfully pushed her into the bathroom, she situated herself into a poufy lounge chair and started flipping through a magazine she had brought with her.

About thirty minutes later, Hermione emerged from the shower wrapped in a silk robe and a towel over her shoulders. "Finally!" Lauren exclaimed. She walked across the room to get her bag. While she was passing Hermione, she whispered a quick drying charm while pointing her wand at her hair.

"Thanks," Hermione said.

"No problem," Lauren said. She was now dumping the contents of her bag onto Hermione's bed.

"Exactly what are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"You're gonna help me decide what to wear," Lauren stated.

"Well, if you insist," Hermione skipped over to the bed, throwing the towel on her chair on the way. Tiny miniskirts and skimpy tops in all different colors and styles littered Hermione's bed. Lauren pulled a box out of her bag that contained all her jewelry and had opened it atop Hermione's dresser. Another box contained her many shoes, which she had shrunk to fit into the box.

"Engorgio," Hermione enlarged the shoes to their regular size. Hermione glanced around at the many articles of clothing. She and Lauren began to eliminate one by one for various reasons. Finally they agreed on a white pleated mini that was about six inches long, a forest green halter top with a deep V-neck that was completely backless except for a small piece of material that tied in the back, and open-toe white pumps. Lauren quickly changed into the outfit, applied her make-up and did her hair. Then she turned to Hermione.

"Your turn," Lauren had a glint in her eye Hermione was a little afraid of. Lauren disappeared into Hermione's closet and reappeared a few minutes later holding some items they had bought on their little shopping spree. She laid out a black leather mini that was about as long as her own, if not a little shorter, and looked up at Hermione to see if she would wear it. Hermione nervously nodded her head. Then Lauren laid out a black tube top with an extremely deep V-neck. The top would have probably fell apart if not for the thin strips of leather that went across the V part. Finally Lauren pulled out from behind her a pair of clear slingbacks that were encrusted with diamonds. Hermione gasped at this and rushed over to hug her friend. "These are my gift to you," Lauren said.

"They're gorgeous!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Why do you think I bought them for you? So I can borrow them of course!" Hermione laughed at Lauren's comment. She quickly went into the bathroom to change into her outfit. When she reappeared, Lauren thought there was something missing. She bit her lip trying to figure out what the missing piece was.

"I know!" Lauren shouted, causing Hermione to flinch. Lauren did a quick spell that brought the hemline of Hermione's top at least three inches higher. Then she looked at Hermione and said, "This will only hurt a bit." With that, she performed a spell that quickly pierced Hermione's bellybutton. Hermione jumped and clamped her hand to her stomach.

"Only a bit! That hurts like hell!" But Lauren was already moving on to pierce her ears. Three yelps of pain later, Lauren had put long dangly diamond earrings in Hermione's ears, a hanging diamond bellybutton ring in her bellybutton, and a silver cartlidge hoop in her left ear. When she stepped back to examine the look, Lauren clapped her hands with glee.

"Just hair and makeup left now," Lauren squealed as she led a groaning Hermione over to the lounge chair. After about five minutes, Lauren had Hermione's hair in soft curls, her eyes smoky, and her lips had a pink tinge to them. With one last touch of mascara, Lauren placed a mirror in front of Hermione's face. Hermione gasped at the image in front of her.

She looked like a bad girl, but a vision of beauty nonetheless. Guys would definatly turn her way now. Lauren pranced forward and stared at Hermione with her hands on her hips, that glint in her eyes once again. "What?" Hermione moaned.

"Since I got you all decked out tonight…you have to promise me something," Lauren grinned.

"Okay, okay. What do I have to do?" Hermione asked.

"You have to get at least one guy to take you back out of the club," Lauren's grin became even larger.

"What!" Hermione shouted.

"Calm down. I'm not saying you have to screw him or anything. Just make out," Lauren said.

"Oh god. Fine. But only because you're a great friend." Hermione replied. Lauren squealed and rushed over to hug her.

About two hours later, it was 9:00, and the two girls had finally reached the club. It was the moment of truth. It would now be decided if they would be let in or not. Many were turned away before they parked their cars because they didn't have ID's. Hermione's parents forced her to bring a limo instead of apparate "for her safety". As Hermione and Lauren trotted toward the gates, Hermione felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. The first club she would ever go to was the biggest club in the United States! After about an hour of waiting in line, the girls finally reached the door. Hermione and Lauren both pretended to drop something and bent over, exposing a lot of cleavage to the gaurds. When they stood back up, the head guard had already opened the door. Lauren looked at Hermione and grinned.

The club looked like a mansion. There was red carpeting all over and two grand staircases led to the upstairs which was undoubtly filled with bedrooms. The lower level lived up to the club name, as poles were scattered all around the area. The bar was about the size of Hermione's bedroom and a DJ was mixing some great tunes that were so loud it felt like the ground was shaking. As Lauren and Hermione filtered through the crowd towards the bar, about a dozen guys winked at them or made a suggestive move. Once at the bar, Hermione and Lauren were attacked with men wanting to buy them drinks. Lauren and Hermione took up almost all of their offers, and danced with most of them.

Much later, the alcohol was taking a toll on the two girls. They were slurring and couldn't walk straight. They decided to stick together so neither of them would do something they would regret. Lauren turned to Hermione.

"Hey Herniome. If you make out with that guy over there, I'll dance on the polleee," Lauren gestured towards a handsome blond male surronded by various women, making out with every one.

"Okayyyyyy," Hermione slurred. "But you go firrsst."

"Okayyyy," Lauren replied. Lauren staggered over to the nearest pole and started to grind into it. As the music played she did some more naughty moves, till men had started putting money down her shirt and in her skirt. When the song was over, Lauren staggered back to Hermione.

"Lookie! I got all this monnney! Your turn next," she tried to say. Hermione vigorously nodded her head and staggered over to the blond hottie. She stopped about a foot away from him, threw her head back, and licked her lips seductively.

"Well, hellooooooo there," she said.

A/N- So sorry for the cliffhanger, but I want more reviews! Once again, you won't get the next chapter till I get AT LEAST 20 reviews!