Authors note: Hey guys, well we're up for the next crazy chapter of this odd little series. If your wondering why the penname changed from the ever fashionable Stained With Darkness to Peruvian Powder POWER to Peruvian powder of DOOM…just blame it on the psychotic paige.

Disclaimer: Don't need it…after ALL…I AM the real JKR. I MADE YOU ALL SUFFER WITH DUMBLEDORES IMPECABLE DOOOOOM!

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Hermione enjoying herself, expecially when 'Casper' admitted that he was an ass. Remarkable. "You know Casper you really ar-"

There was a light knock on the door, right about when the random sound of drums turned into something that had a consistent beat. "Ey', love birds. 'Ate to ruin the moment and all, but if yer goin' ta be workin, I suggest you star' right bout' now. Janie, rememba to wear one of the outfits we got. Yeh just wont look righ' other wise."

Heremione had almost forgotten…she was starting tonight. While she was talking to Mallie, it seemed that Casper had slipped off. He was good at that. Stealthy. Sly. Slinky…slinky…good word. Stealthily sly AND slinky…even better put together in a phrase.

She ran off to the bathroom where she had left the bags of clothes she had and grabbed what looked like the quickest outfit to pull on. It was just a tight plaid dress that was short and strapless. There looked like there was a slice up the two front legs that was held together by safety pins. She waved her wand so that her hair looked…punkish…flat mostly except for a few strands that were curled. Her make up even was done so her eyeliner was dark, and face a little pale. Very un-Hermioneish…good. Nobody would every figure it out.

She pulled on the pair of combat boots and looked at herself in the mirror one more time. How did she get herself into this? She looked awful…awfully punk. What happened to the soft pink and white shirts she loved so much? The normal Hermione? Oh well…job first.

She pulled on a chained collar and ran down to the elevator clumsily in the heavy boots. Moment she got down there, it was obvious that people had just began to get here. She definitely wasn't out of place…if anything she was downdressed a bit. She cringed at all the metal and chains everywhere.

"Oi, whats wrong with you Janie?" Casper had just jumped out of no where. He was wearing all black and a chained collar too. He looked less than thrilled about it. She could almost read his complex little mind by the way his face looked.

Hermione didn't answer, and simply went to find Mallie. The crowd definitely had gotten bigger. She continuously was apologizing for knocking into people…even though it seemed like they did it on purpose. Finally…Mallie was in the back staring happily at the boy on the drums. Hermione shouted out to her and she finally turned and simply pointed to the bar.

"Damnit…" She trudged over to it, only to be met with a bunch of cheering and orders. What did she know about alchohal?

Luckily, most was beer, vodka, and rum. Pretty easy to take care of. But then a damn American had to harass her.

"Hey babe, how about a Slow Comfortable Screw Up the Wall?" He was leaning against the counter on one arm and looked her up and down.

"Excuse me!" Who the hell was that forward…that's just…DISGUSTING.

"Ya heard me. I want a really good one too, no half assed version…come on already babe, make my day." He definitely seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Hey, we don't have any orange juice left, so just sod off." Caspers voice seemed so comforting to her, and when he finally scared the boy off Hermione sighed with relief and leaned up against the bar. At least she was getting good tips…

"Well, at least you look like you have it pretty well together. Need any more help and I'll be in the back." He left but…did Hermione see him wink? No…not possible.

After what felt like hours, and most likely more, she finally had someone else take her shift. She left and ran into Mallie who looked quite giddy as she was running towards her.

"Aye, we did it! We got you a date! Oh, I jus' love settin' things up like this! Maybe it'll last fer a really really really really really really really real-" Just when Hermione was about to slap the hell out of Mallie, Sanders came to the rescue and smacked her upside the head and leaned up against her.

"To put it simply, we jus' asked the guy, he said he'll go with ya, but it's…um…a deaf date."

"It's a blind date." Mallie looked annoyed at Sanders.

"Well it's not like their blind Mallie. Honestly…"

"It's not like they wont HEAR eachother!"

"Sod off…"

After a few minutes of this pointless argument Hermione tried to slip off. Unfortunately…Sanders caught her.

"Oi! We didn't tell you when the date was yet! It's goin' to be at 6 tomorrow at the small restaurant round' the corner. We'll let you off work with pay THIS time…but that's only cause Mallie insisted so don't get used to it."

"Thanks…I guess…" She took off, afraid of another petty argument and went into the elevator quickly to go up to her room.

Once she got there Casper was on the bed and reading…odd. He was reading 'Prince Caspian'…looked almost done with it to. She shrugged it off. Just a coincidence that he appeared a few weeks ago from what Sanders said and that book looked like it had been read for just that long.

She gave him a quick hello and jumped into bed…except that she was incredibly bored. "Hey Caspian?"

There wasn't an answer for a few seconds, but then someone said hurriedly, "Yah?"

"Why are you working here?"

There was only silence and Hermione sighed. "Im sorry…forget that I asked." She rolled onto her side and bit her lip. Must have been too personal…but she planned on finding out soon enough.