Poster Girl

Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. Not even, *sigh* Severus.

Poster Girl

Hermione sighed. She didn’t ask to do this! But she had to. Ron had died leaving her very little money and triplets to support. She did have a day job, but it wasn’t enough to support her, and her three children. She had a boyfriend but wasn’t sure on how serious he was. She brushed her hair and pinned it up. For some reason the men loved that part.

She placed some gold glitter on her eyes and cheeks, and dabbed her lips with red lipstick. She called herself the Golden Gryffindor… although no one knew her nickname. She got up and selected her ‘outfit’ for this evening. She picked a ruby red corset; black stockings with red suspenders.

She smiled at this outfit, she then shook her head, what had she come to? She was Hogwarts Know It All 1991-97. She was suited to better things than this. But she lived in reality, and the reality was that she had three children to feed and clothe. Yes, it was humiliating, but she was a mother.

She took off her red satin robe and went to the sink to give herself a bit of a wash. After that, she perfumed her body all over. She slipped on the red thong, and then slipped her stockings on carefully. She sighed. She picked up the corset and wrapped it around her waist. She placed the hooks into the teeth, and swung it around her waist. She then picked up the straps and placed her arms through them. She straightened the corset and made sure her breasts were tightly encased in the cups.

She looked at the overall effect. She sat down and started painting her nails. She waited for an hour for them to dry, and then she stuck on the gold hearts in the centre of each nail. She then sat back, and waited for her time on the stage.

~*~*~

Two people were strolling muggle London. One was tall, imposing, and blonde. He caught the eye of every passing female that they walked by. Another was dark and mysterious. He caught the odd eye or two, but he was ignored overall because of the man he was with – in a non-prison sense.

“Strange,” the blonde said. “Ten years ago I would have been repulsed at the thought of being eyed by Muggle women. But now I don’t mind one bit.”
“Maybe being single has something to do with it,” his friend replied.

They walked past a club with a picture of a very good-looking girl all dressed up to the nines.

“Why don’t we go in?” the blonde asked.

“I have enough muggle money,” the dark haired one said.

The blonde frowned at the price. “What is that weird shape?” he whispered.

“A pound sign,” the dark haired one replied back.

The blonde shrugged his shoulders. He tilted his head at the picture of the woman. He narrowed his eyes, there was something familiar about her, and he wanted to know what it was.

His friend came up to him. “Paid for?” the blonde asked.

“Yes,” he said.

The big man standing outside the door let them in; the blonde regarded the man, and shrank a little from him. He didn’t want to be caught on the wrong side of this mans temper.

“So,” the blonde said, as they were walking up the steps with strip lighting on the edge of the treads. “What sort of entertainment do you think that this place provides?”

“Judging by the picture of the girl outside I think it gives the best kind of entertainment.”

~*~*~

A woman that Hermione shared the dressing room with entered. Hermione was sitting on her chair wearing her robe and reading a book, Stephen Hawking: A Brief History Time.

“Whoh, Hermione, it’s tough out there, doll.”

“It’s alright Camilla,” Hermione said. “My Big Spender act is an absolute hit.”

Camilla looked at her colleague. She took out a packet of Embassy from her black and silver sequins bag. She took out her lighter, placed the cigarette in her mouth, covered the tip and lit her fag.
“Oh, man, two guys walked in towards the end of my routine, and I’m telling you – hot papa’s!”

“What do they look like?” Hermione asked.

“One of them was blonde, and the other looked like Dracula.”

Hermione smirked. Camilla took a drag of her fag. She had her own act. Camilla was a beautiful black woman, with long slender legs, and beautiful full lips. Hermione wondered if she descended from some African chieftain. She certainly had that grace and beauty about her. Hermione wondered what a woman like her was doing in a slum club like this.

“WILLIAMS!” their boss yelled. “YOUR NEXT!”

Hermione sighed. “How come he’s nicer to you, Camilla?”

“Sleep with him, Hermione, it won’t be much.”

“I am not going to lower myself that much!” Hermione exclaimed, as she uncrossed her legs. She got up off the chair and marked her book. She squared her shoulders. “Okay, I am ready to be fed to the wolves.”

Camilla laughed humourlessly. She stubbed her fag out and patted Hermione on the shoulder. “Slaughter them, girl!”

Hermione smiled weakly. She had been doing this job for six months. Six months too many, she thought as she opened the door.

“AT LAST! IT’S ROUGH OUT THERE, WILLIAMS!”

Hermione nodded. She stood at the centre of the stage. Taking a deep breath she took a step forward as the curtain rose.

~*~*~

“I wonder if it’s going to be the poster girl next?” the blonde asked.

“I hope so, the other one was pretty, but the poster girl was hot.”

“I don’t know, Severus, I think that there is something familiar about her.”

“I don’t think so, Lucius,” Severus said. “Besides there are only so many ways a human can look.”

“Shh,” Lucius said. “The next act is coming up.”

They watched with wonder as the poster girl stepped forward in a shimmering red silk gown. She nodded to the band; they started to play a tune.

“The minute you walked in the joint,” Hermione started singing; she punctuated the beat by taking her robe off and flinging it into the audience. Lucius caught it. He took it to his nose and smelt it.

“I could see a man of distinction,” she stroked her sides suggestively. “A real big spender!” She started walking down the steps to immerse herself into the audience. She walked up to a guy. She stroked his cheek. “Good looking, so refined,” she leant in and almost placed her lips on his. “Say, wouldn’t you like to know what’s going on inside my mind?” She pushed the man away, and he blushed.

“So, let me get right to the point!” Hermione continued singing, as she whipped a lighter out of her corset and leant over to light a mans cigarette showing him her breasts and another man her bottom. “I don’t pop my cork for ev’ry guy I see, hey Big Spender,” she picked the man’s tie up and slipped it between her hands. Letting it slide through her fingers. She stood up and walked around the man and wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear. “Spend a little time with me!”

Lucius turned to Severus. Severus was having an apoplectic fit. Lucius found it rather fun.

“You know who that is, don’t you?” Severus asked with indignation in his voice.

“Yes, I do, and she is hot!”

Hermione made her way around to another table. It was placed two rows in front of Lucius and Severus.

“Wouldn’t you like to have fun, fun, fun?” Hermione sang to another man. She perched her bum on the table. She leant over and rubbed her hands on this guy’s chest. “How’s about a few laughs?” she slipped on the guy’s lap. “I could show you a good time!” She continued with her song and she kissed the man properly. She then pushed the man away and slid off his lap.

“Lucky Muggle,” Lucius growled. “Say, how about one of us show’s her a good time?”

Severus groaned. He continued watching Hermione. The chorus started chanting: “Fun. Laughs. Good Time. Fun. Laughs. Good Time.”

Hermione spun on her kitten heeled sandals and walked towards Lucius and Severus. Severus watched at the seductive way she was walking, her hips swaying under the corset and the black stockings shimmered in the faint light of the club. She ventured towards Severus.

“You lucky dog,” Lucius sniggered. “It looks like she’s going towards you.”

“The minute you walked in the joint,” Hermione sang pointing at Severus. “I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender.” She stepped up to him slowly, and then she realised whom it was that she was singing to. Oh Merlin! She exclaimed. This is just an act. Surely he’d understand. She gulped down and continued her sexy strut towards her ex-Professor.

When she reached him she stroked his face. “Good looking so refined.” She perched her butt on his penis, and noted that at least she had affected him somewhat; at least SOME part of him was starting to pay attention to her. She smiled sweetly; this was a sweet vengeance. “Say, wouldn’t you like to know what’s going on inside of my mind?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed in his scent. Oh yes, she didn’t mind this. “I could show you a good time.”

She kissed him on the neck, under the ear lobe leaving a definite print of red lipstick on his neck and the edge of his white collar. She unwrapped her arms from him and went to the next man. LUCIUS? Oh double damn! She wrapped her arms around his neck after closing her eyes.

“Fun, laughs, good time!” she sang huskily in Lucius ear as the drum finished it’s final beat. As everyone clapped, leered, and whistled, Hermione walked back to the stage. Using her sensuality to its fullest effect.

Lucius turned towards Severus. Severus was spluttering and his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. Lucius sat back placing his hands casually behind his head. Her scent hung around him and he breathed it in. He would spend some time with her alright!

The chorus continued their background chant of Fun, Laughs, Good Time. She took the steps slowly and when she was back on the stage standing in front of the lights, she twisted her arms around her back and deftly unclasped her corset. She slowly slipped the straps off her arms. “So, hows about it?” she asked as she took off her corset in time with beat and the darkening of the lights! "Yeah!

The lights came back on. She was holding her corset up in the air and curtseyed to the wolf whistling, appreciative crowd. She always slayed them, she couldn’t help it.

“Thank you,” she said in her microphone. “Wow, you were the best audience I’ve ever had.”

She placed her lips gently on her hand and blew them all a kiss.

“Oh, come on, more!” a man yelled.

“You want to see more of me?” she asked in a little girls voice.

“YEAH!”

“Haven’t you lot seen enough of poor little me?” Hermione asked again.

“ENCORE WENCH!”

Hermione smiled on the outside. But on the inside she never felt more dirty and despicable than she did at this moment.

She looked at her boss standing in the wings, and Camilla. They both nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “Play the chorus beat again.”

As the orchestra played the chorus beat Hermione slid her thong off.

“Woo hoo,” the men screamed. “WE’LL be back!” one table promised.

Hermione blushed and smiled. “That’s sweet table 11.”

She blew them another kiss, and waved to the crowd. She walked out of the wings where Camilla was ready with a purple satin robe.

“You know, Williams, that was your hottest performance yet!”

“Yeah,” she snapped. She bristled underneath his touch. “Look, I have to collect my money, and then go home.”

She knocked her boss aside and stormed to her changing room.

“DID you see that?” Lucius asked. “Who’d have thought that annoying chit I met in Flourish and Blotts would turn out like this.” He whistled a passing waiter with a tray of drinks. “Can I get to see her backstage?”

“The boss doesn’t allow that,” the waiter said.

“Would he allow it if I give you fifty?” Severus asked.

The waiter’s expression changed at the amount being offered. Severus brought out the notes and slipped got up, slipping the notes in his front jacket pocket.

“No problem, Mr Bloggs.”

Lucius raised an eyebrow. “I keep forgetting you know the muggle world.”

~*~*~

She cleaned her make up off. She was drowning her nail in cleaning liquid. When there was a rapping at her door.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“It’s Jose,” the waiter said. “There are two men outside wanting to see you.”

Hermione smiled. She took her nails out of the cleansing bowl and shook her head. She was now dressed in jeans and a crop top.

“Okay, Jose, you can let them in.”

The waiter opened the door, and in walked Lucius and Severus. Lucius was smirking in a way that made Hermione want to slap it clean off his face. Severus on the other hand did not look happy. He was about to say something when he noticed how much like a woman she had become. He shook his head and was about to yell at his former student when someone burst into the room.

“Here you go, Williams.”

“My name is Hermione,” she said through gritted teeth. She took her paypacket and deposited it in her pocket after checking the details.

“You know, Hermione, I could make this a whole lot easier on you. Why don’t you just sleep with me?”

This made Severus shake with even more rage. He was visibly shaking with it. Didn’t this man know what and who she really was?

“I work for you, I bring you customers. Isn’t that enough?”

The man sighed and started touching her breast, Hermione cringed from his hand on her breast. “I could sack you if you don’t get me in the sack.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Shall I bother coming in tomorrow?”

“Oh please do,” the boss said. He turned to look at the other men.

“Actually, Hermione won’t be coming tomorrow,” Severus said. “She’s going to be a sensible girl and accept my marriage proposal.”

Hermione’s jaws opened wide at what her former Potions/DADA teacher had said, and the implications of it.

“Is this true, Williams? Have you been dating?”

“It’s not like you own me,” Hermione said. “You know what I think that you can do with your job? Stuff it where the sun doesn’t shine!”

She unhooked her coat from her door. She opened the door and walked out Ooh La Club.

“GREAT!” she exclaimed.

Severus and Lucius followed her. She looked at Severus, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Why were you sinking yourself so low?” Severus asked.

“Hmm, well where should I begin? I was married to Ron Weasley, but that didn’t work out on the account that he died on his first Auror job leaving me with three kids to feed and clothe.”

“You must have rutted like rabbits,” Lucius said looking appreciatively at her body.

“Triplets, Malfoy!” Hermione snapped.

She sighed. “Now I am back to square one. The job I have doesn’t pay me nearly enough.”

“Perhaps…” Severus said.

“Don’t you think you done enough?” Hermione snapped. She stormed off down the rain-splattered street.

“So,” Lucius said. “Do you want to bet for her?”

“WHAT?” Snape asked.

“Oh come on,” Lucius said. “Why not?”

“Because she is a human being,” Severus replied. “One with enough problems. Weren’t you listening to her? Her husband died; she’s a single mother. If you want to build her up to break her down again then I’m sorry but I won’t let you.”

Lucius stared open mouthed at his friend. Severus was deadly serious.

“Where are you going, Severus?” Lucius asked.

“Home!”

Severus disappeared in the alleyway and disapparated. He stormed up the stairs and flung wide his bedroom door. She was packing her clothes in a trunk.

“I’m leaving,” she said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Severus asked. “Hermione, why didn’t you tell me that you felt that you had to work in that sleazy club to have enough money. I have offered this many times over. I mean it; I want you to marry me.”

“But you with three screaming babies all with red hair, and a Weasley’s look?”

“I like those three children,” Severus said. “Although little Bruce is a bit of screamer.”

“I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I just can’t. As you saw, I’m a tramp who strips at night.”

Severus sighed. He walked up to her with a feline grin on his face. He took her waist and drew her close to him.

“What were you thinking when you kissed me on the neck?” he asked in her ear.

“I was trying to keep my thoughts neutral, but all I kept thinking was that I was dancing seductively and stripping in front of my ex-teacher.”

“I am your boyfriend aren’t I?” Severus asked.

Hermione widened her eyes and looked at him. “No, you’re not my boyfriend.”

Severus sighed, and he lowered his eyes in disappointment. “I thought so.”

“No, you don’t understand, you are my fiancée.”

Severus smiled happily. He didn’t think the girl in the poster was his girlfriend and although Poster girl was hot, he much preferred the bushy haired woman he was holding in his arms at this moment.

“Just don’t go back there, Hermione, oh and it might be a good idea to ignore Lucius for a bit. He might want to take you up on that offer.”

“Do you want to have some fun?” Hermione asked. “Molly knew that I wouldn’t pick up the triplets until the morning.”

Severus smirked. She kissed him. His hands wondered down her sides and then the he placed his hands on her breasts. This was his.

“Well,” he rumbled after he kissed her. “I forgive you this time, but if a stunt like that is pulled again…”

“It won’t be,” Hermione said. “I just didn’t think you were serious with this proposal. I don’t know… but hey, we’re engaged now.”

“Still, you should have seen the look on Lucius face when he realised it was you. I’d never seen him blush before in my entire life.”

Hermione giggled. “I thought we were supposed to have fun.”

“We will.”

A/N This came to me when I was listening to a compilation musical album. I had to write this little short. So, what do you think?