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Muggle Sang the Blues

Chapter 2

"Davina the Diva"

Hermione walked back behind the bar, and sat down Severus's glass of scotch. She grimaced and placed the tip money he had left behind safely into the little box that had been assigned as her personal safe for tonight's tips. She hoped she hadn't taken to long with his order, but she was thankful for the handsome tip he'd left behind, she needed all the help she could get.

"Wow how much boo`tay did you have to wiggle to get that kind of tip?" David Hoffweiler walked behind the bar "That's the way we… work it." he said and did a kind of cha-cha and landed Hermione with a high five and a rump bump. It was a signature they shared, just the two of them.

David Hoffweiler, was all heart, a good person, and never afraid to say what was on his mind and didn't give a damn how you felt once he said it. He turned into the mirror behind the bar to check his red bow tie. Blonde hair, cut low and gorgeous sea blue killer eyes. He was Hermione's true knight in shiny armor when it came to loosening up, once she had gotten the job. He coached her, showed her the ropes, and gave her all his best tips. He was also, their team lead for all shifts, and if anyone had a problem with their schedule, they had to speak with Davina first.

Davina...that was David's other name, and if you really wanted a cat fight on your hands, then all you had to do was call him by the name David when his boyfriend was around. "Of course," he bent over to check his fish nets "Mmmmm. Let's just hope your hubby isn't around when you're working that tail girl…I need a new pair of heels these are so shabby looking!"

Hermione smiled. That would be a laugh if Draco walked through the door of a muggle pub. "It's so busy, I just hope I can get out of here quickly tonight. My mother's train arrives early tomorrow. I haven't seen her in nearly a year!"

"Oh! Mummzi is coming for a visit? I'm sure she'll be very glad to see you wearing that."

As Hermione glanced in the mirror, she readjusted a lock of hair that had become misplaced, she tucked it behind her ear, and smiled at David. Hermione thought she looked a bit homely even with the playful getup on. Some of the other girls looked a lot better by contrast. Hermione smiled again, watching her supervisor toy around with the bottom of his high heels. "Next to you, I look like a plain-face bore!" she said.

Davina, he was in two words, the works! He loved diamonds, anything flashy, and always wore dark liner around his eyes, and hated tattoos. Hermione on the other hand never would put on make up unless it was of real importance. At that thought she looked back at her reflection in the mirror. She missed her mother so much. She missed having someone around to cook with, someone to listen to her escapades about Draco and her triumphs about being a new mom. David of course would applaud her with her little tales of motherhood. But there was still so much about being a mother with a one year old that frightened her. She needed her mother.

"How's that!" David had escaped into the back office during Hermione reverie and returned wearing a horrible pair of red glittery mary janes heels. "Am I a cookie or what!"

"Davina where did you get those?" asked Hermione as she began to restack more of tonight's programs for the bar top.

"Found them on sale at Macy's."

Hermione clutched a program to her bosom. "You look wonderful." said Hermione. In truth the shoes were a bit catchy, but on David they simply looked like Dorothy from Oz gone drag.

"Oh Yes baby girl! The rent is due." David blew himself a kiss. Hermione blushed and David swirled around her waist giving it a twist and shake and went back on to the floor to serve more drinks.

Two years ago Harry and Draco had formed a truce after the war, and so the friendship between the two of them grew a bit more each day. Of course she and Ron were strictly against it. He simply was a Malfoy and not to be trusted, but this made Harry furious with them and said that they were no better than the enemies they turned their noses up at. After a while Hermione came around, but Ron never did.

She and Draco was a thing that kind of happened, he was charming, incredibly cute and really seemed to fancy her a lot once he got to know her. But they were both young, only twenty-three and he simply wasn't ready for marriage. He didn't abandon her when she broke the news, and told him he was going to be a father. But, he didn't run her straight to the Ministry asking for her hand either. Everyone knew of their relationship, his parents was mildly accepting of their new grand-daughter. And seemed to generally love her. The only trouble, was that the baby was a year now, and she hasn't shown a single sign of magic.

Hermione began to recall the night of their last fight...

"I was making a joke Hermione," he said rushing over to kiss her, and hoping she would just let it go. But it was a day later and she couldn't help but wonder. What if the baby never showed magic, what if she was a squib? Would Draco want to ever admit he was the father of a pure muggle daughter?

"Perhaps. There's a reason you said it!" demanded Hermione, her face was screwed up in rage.

Their bickering went on this way for hours. Before Hermione opened the door, and left, with her baby bundled up in her arms.

Sometimes Hermione wished the incident had never taken place, sometimes she wished she could just let it all go. And, even though it was her decision to leave, for the love of his child; shouldn't he have asked her back. Draco would visit his daughter often, and Hermione was happy for that. But he seemed fine with the idea of the two of them here in muggle London. Never mind that they both still loved each other very much. Never mind that there was a slim chance that their little girl was just a late bloomer when it came to baring true signs of magic. She was only a year after all! Still, sometimes Hermione wondered to herself, if something had gone wrong with her precious little girl. But she loved her, with every ounce of her soul, and if had to spend the rest of her life away from the wizarding world just so that her child would have a normal life, and not feel out of sorts because she wasn't magic, then that's what Hermione had to do.

....And so she's here now, behind the bar, serving strangers, wearing this ridiculous cocktail getup. In that instant the crowd went wild with excitement, clapping and whistling as the piano, set the atmosphere. And a singer by the name of Ella, entered the spot light singing her opening act "The Man I Love."

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