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My Little Wicked Witch	By : fuzzydraco Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter world. But I don't. I dont make mullah off of this story. This is just my imagination running wild using her characters. Oh - the songs aren't mine either! :) PLEASE REVIEW.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
This chapter is longer than usual. I am trying to put as much fluff information into this one chapter. But alas, the next one will also have more fluff. Hang in there. BTW – Hermione’s virgin dance is in here. Remember she had just started out so she is dancing to Pussycat Dolls – Buttons, the clichéd stripper song.

CHAPTER 6

Hermione was looking forward to speaking with Mark about her new dance. She had decided to keep it non magical. She choreographed the dance and had worked extra hard to perfect it. She was going to show that stupid wizard.

She wondered what the regular patrons would think of this change. She was normally not this wild. Hermione had felt emboldened by this dance. She had practically turned Amazonian and had surprised herself at how far she had gone. She really hadn’t planned on using one of the customers in her show since it normally wasn’t allowed but seeing as she only spent a few seconds on him Mark probably wouldn’t get onto her. Hermione had spent the next day trying to find a way to accomplish what her brain had imagined the night before. She looked in her library collection and found the book on glamours. She researched how to create the tattoos on her skin and had looked at tribal bands, flowers, fake war paint and had finally decided on the couples. Hermione looked everywhere for music and had heard the perfect song coming from a music shop down the street from her flat on her way back from school. It was almost as if it was meant to be. She laughed. Even the waitresses stopped to watch me! It was unbelievable. The music had called to her tonight. She had felt it coursing through her veins making her feel alive. No one had look familiar to her when she scanned the audience but that bloody light had been in her eyes.

She cleaning herself and got dressed like usual. Hermione waited around for Mark and started getting worried when he took longer than normal. Even on a busy night he was in her room in twenty to twenty-five minutes. She hoped nothing was wrong. Her anxiety grew when her mind started creating possible scenarios that could be happening right outside her door in the main room. Hermione began imagining the customers yelling at Mark and telling him that this was not was they had paid to see. What if he lets me go? What if I can’t finish school? What will happen to me? She started pacing around the room like she had the night she read the note from that damn wizard that had put her in this mess to begin with.

After waiting close to 40 minutes for Mark, Hermione decided she was not going to sit around and let Mark get yelled at for her performance. How could she let him take it all by himself? She ran for her door, which was not very far, and reached for the door knob. Pulling it open she saw a huge box with legs. Not just any legs, Mark’s legs.

“Don’t just stand there. Move!” shouted Mark’s voice behind the box.

“Let me help you Mark. ”

“No just move out of the bloody way so I can put this stuff down. Damn this is one heavy box!” Mark set the box down right inside her door. He rested against the wall of her room, hands on his knees, catching his breath. Hermione looked at him and then at the box. Mark pointed at the box and through heavy breaths and hand gestures got her to understand that she was to open it.

Hermione pulled back the four flaps and peered into the box. Inside there were stuffed animals, bouquets, chocolates, and even a few things she couldn’t make out. “Is this all for me?” she asked quietly not sure what to make of this sudden occurrence.

“No, I just like lugging around boxes full of shite! Of course this is yours!” He exclaimed.

Hermione’s eyes widened as she looked into the box’s innards again and she brought her hand up to her mouth, “What is all this? Where did it come from?”

“That, my dear, is what took me so long. Majority of the men out there asked me to wait while they went to pick you up a little gift down the street. I thought maybe it would be something small like a box of chocolates. They did but they also brought in bottles of wine, which there are five in here; or flowers, there are a dozen red roses, some mums, and daisies, and trinkets. Oh, those are in their own boxes. I already checked them out for you and they are harmless. You really outdid yourself this time. ” Mark beamed at her.

“Really! You think so?” Hermione asked not truly believing her own eyes and ears.

“I wouldn’t be saying it if it wasn’t true. That was bloody brilliant! Even the girls couldn’t keep their eyes off you. Girl, don’t tell Henry, but you almost turned me on! You have got to do that one again. Not too soon but definitely do it again. ” Mark pushed away from the wall he had been resting on and walked to the box. “They loved the body art and how wild you were on stage. You looked like you could have eaten us alive!” He smiled and laughed wiping away sweat from his brow.

“Wow. I never expected all of this. I just wanted to try something new. You know me, gotta be the best or at least stay ahead of the curve. ” Hermione stated matter of fact.

“Yes, Hermione, you are definitely ahead of the curve and the best. I am glad I took a chance on you. If not I would be going out of business to whatever other place would have hired you. Then again, you wouldn’t be as good as you are now,” he teased her as he closed the flaps on the box.

“How am I going to get this home?” Hermione exclaimed waving at the box. “If you had problems carrying it I know I will. ’

“How about I have one of the guards at the exit come in and help you carry it to the taxi. I can call one out to meet you. Make sure its one of the nice fellows so they can help you take it into the building. From there you’ll have to work something out. Maybe you can call one of your friends to come and help you? I would help but you know I can’t leave the girls in the building alone. ” Mark continued as he started out her door.

Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and said, “Thank you. Please call the guard and a taxi for me. I know just who to call to help me” Actually I’ll call on my shrinking spell but he doesn’t need to know that.

Mark gave her a quick hug and headed out towards his office to make the appropriate calls. Hermione looked over at the box and couldn’t believe that it was all for her. She didn’t remember getting her envelope, and just as she walked out the door on her way to his office again, Mark was at her door.

“Here you go sweetie. I had to let the counter finish before I could divvy it up. ” He handed her a medium sized orange envelope. She looked at it wide eyed and then gazed up at him. She had always gotten her money in those regular sized envelopes. This one was almost twice as big!

“You must be mistaken, Mark. This can’t possibly be all for me! I have all that,” she pointed to the box on the floor behind her, “and now all of this!” she waved the envelope in front of her. “I know this is more than I normally get. I couldn’t have been that good!”

“You underestimate yourself, Hermione. Trust me. All that,” he pointed to the envelope he had just handed her, “is your share. There were a few gentlemen that wouldn’t stop feeding the little black boxes on their tables. If you would rather give some of it back, you know I won’t mind. ” a smirk forming on the corners of Mark’s lips.

At this Hermione pulled the envelope toward her chest and grinned like a fool. “Then I guess I’ll treat my friends and me out to a nice dinner and a night on the town. ”

“You do that, love. You deserve it.”

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Mark walked back to his office smiling to himself. He had just left Hermione’s dressing room and had presented her with the largest envelope he had ever given one of his dancers. He replayed her dance in his head and was amazed at how far she had come. He sat at his desk and started work on the schedules for the following week. As he jotted Hermione’s name down for the Saturday night headliner for the following week his mind drifted to their first meeting.

~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been a Thursday. The week had been long and monotonous and Mark was ready for Sunday to arrive so he could sleep in and relax. He had been on his way to the dressing rooms in the back when he saw her walk in. What is this? His mind chimed in, someone new? He paid attention as she sauntered in and his gut was flipping trying to tell him that there was something special about this girl.

Mark watched her steady herself and charge at the bar. She’s got guts. He heard her ask the bartender about any open positions and he approached her. Before Eric, the bartender, could direct her to the office, Mark was behind asking “How can I help you?”

She looked him straight in the eyes. There was not a trace of fear or nervousness on her face and the only reason he knew she was nervous was because any girl would be nervous applying at a place like his. Little did they know they really had nothing to fear of this place and especially of him. Before Mark could open his mouth to ask again, she responded.

"I am looking for a job. I want to dance. I can’t be full time because I also attend school. I have looked around and this is my best bet to get me through school and into the life I want. ”

She had chestnut colored hair that fell just past her shoulders in soft curls. She had a pretty face, no make-up on it, just natural beauty. She wore a loose fitted hoodie and slim pants that showed off her tight butt and long legs. He could see she was getting fidgety under his scrutinizing gaze so he softened it and replied “I’m Mark, the manager. Follow me. ”

Mark started towards his office and didn’t look back to see if she was following him. He knew she would. She didn’t look like the type that would run out of a challenge. And if he was right, this was a major challenge to her.

“I have given you my name, may I have yours?” He walked into his office and offered her the seat in front of his desk while he took his.

He watched her blush, “I’m sorry. I seem to have forgotten my manners.” She held out her hand, “Pleased to meet you, Mark. I’m Hermione.”

Mark took her hand and gave it a quick, firm shake. “Do you have any experience dancing?”

“No, but…”

I was afraid of this. “Then I can’t let you on stage. I can offer you a job but you will have to work your way up to the stage by proving to me that you really want to dance and that you can. ”

Mark watched her think it over. She was in an internally heated debate and he would be polite and wait for her to come to her own decision. Hermione looked up at him and nodded her head. “Thank you very much. I really appreciate it. I’ll work extra hard to prove that I can get on stage.”

Mark was a little surprised at her statement. At that moment he decided to ask the girls if any of them would like to tutor her. If she was really any good they would let him know. He showed her around his club and introduced her to her fellow employees. He gave her information about the club and their hours and told her to be back the next day to get her work schedule. Hermione nodded, smiled, and thanked him again and went on her way. He watched her walk away praying his gut was right.

~*~*~*~*~*~*End Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mark shook his head and smiled fondly at the memory. He looked at the clock and decided to go and check on the club. He knew the girls could take care of themselves and would alert him if anything was amiss. Sitting at the bar he stared at Private Room 2. That had been where Hermione had practiced for weeks with Marie. When he had told the dancers that there was a woman who was interested in dancing but had no experience many just turned away, ignoring his request for a tutor. Marie was the only one excited about teaching her. He gave Hermione work time to come in and learn and Marie was paid hourly to teach her. From their first lesson Marie came to him excited. "You made a wonderful choice!," she had exclaimed at him. "She picks up on things so fast. She won’t be long." Damn if she wasn't right about that! He looked around the club again and saw that everything was running smoothly. Tonight was a night for reminiscing. He walked towards the door of Private Room 2 and sat at the chair that was provided for the gentleman caller. He looked ahead at the slightly elevated stage showcasing the lone pole. He smiled remembering the song Hermione had chosen to perform for him. “Buttons” Mark said aloud. Marie had been extremely excited because Hermione had come up with the majority of the dance herself.

~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mark sat in the room with Marie standing behind him leaning on the wall. She pressed play on the cd player and he heard a mix of strings and drum music fill the small room. He watched as Hermione walked forward through the curtains in the back and strutted towards the pole. Mark saw that she was wearing a short black skirt and a tucked in long sleeve white shirt. He could barely make out her bra underneath it. She wore knee high black boots and her hair was down. What intrigued him the most was that she was wearing what looked like a masquerade mask with out the plumage. It was red, which he assumed was meant to contrast the rest of the outfit. As she reached the pole the vocals began:

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

She pulled herself towards the pole and wrapped one of her legs around it.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

She let go of the pole with her left hand and leaned back causing her hair to fall towards the floor like a cascading waterfall.

Typical and

Hardly the type I fall for

I like when the physical

Don't leave me asking for more

Hermione pulled herself quickly back to the pole and ground her hips into it. She slowly began spreading her legs apart.

Who knows just how to get what I wanna (wanna)

I'm a sexy mama (mama)

Further apart.

What I want to do is spring this on you (on you)

And further apart.

Back up all of the things that I told you (told you)

And then she dropped into a split.

You've been saying all the right things all night long

But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off

She leaned back against the floor and arched herself up with the pole still between her legs.

Baby, can't you see? (see)

How these clothes are fitting on me (me)

She pulled her left leg up and brought it around the pole and set it next to her right leg as she turned over.

And the heat coming from this beat (beat)

I'm about to blow

She crawled to the front of the stage on all fours and got to her knees. She proceeded to un-tuck her shirt.

I don't think you know

Upon getting it all out, she grabbed a hold of the buttoned area with each hand holding onto its respective side and pulled the shirt apart.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

The buttons flew off in mind dizzying directions. Mark could now see her red brassiere with small black bows where the straps were attached to the cups. Not bad breasts. He hadn’t been able to see them when she had first arrived and even in her uniform he couldn’t make them out too well.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

She let the shirt fall to the floor as she walked backwards, Mark holding his breath afraid she was going to trip, and her back hit the pole.

You say you're a big boy

But I can't agree

She turned towards the pole, grabbed it with both hands and leaned back. Mark could see between her breasts. She pulled herself up and twirled around the pole. Hermione started climbing the pole and soon reached the top.

'Cause the love you said you had

Ain't been put on me

He watched her let go and lay back against the pole. Marie was right! She is a quick study! Mark stared at Hermione pulled back onto the pole and then twirled her way to the floor again.

I wonder (wonder)

If I'm just too much for you

Wonder (wonder)

She brought her split legs down and stood back up. Hermione then gyrated her hips and teasingly raised her skirt. This move was sure to illicit a few moans from the audience.

If my kiss don't make you just

Wonder (wonder)

She then took both ends of the skirt and pulled at it in opposite directions. Her skirt flew apart in two pieces. Mark gasped as he watched her take both pieces of her skirt and throw it to him. She really has some nice legs. And that arse isn’t so bad either. After a few months dancing it will definitely be fit. Mark thought to himself.

What I got next for you

What you want to do? (do)

Now standing in a matching bra, panty, and mask set, Hermione spun in place and dropped down to the floor and quickly pulled right out if.

Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours

I can see, just like most guys that your game don't please

Baby, can't you see? (see)

She reached the pole and climbed up to the top. Mark watched as she spun herself around the pole a meter from the stage. She held onto the pole with her legs and fell back against it. She didn’t stay in this position for long and Mark knew she was still working on this move. But she has gotten this far.

How these clothes are fitting on me (me)

And the heat coming from this beat (beat)

I'm about to blow

I don't think you know

She dropped to the floor again and danced around the stage as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let the material fall away from her and to the floor. Mark watched as her girdled breasts fell naturally against her.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

She grabbed them and pushed them together and leaned forward, keeping her eyes on Mark.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

She stood up and then did the unthinkable. She fell straight back and Mark stood from his chair and almost ran to catch her, thinking she had fainted, when he was stopped by the touch of Marie’s hand on his shoulder. Hermione grabbed the pole before reaching the ground and swung her legs around where they were now pointing away from the crowd. Holy shite!

Come on baby, loosen up my buttons babe

Loosen up my buttons babe

Baby, won't you loosen up my buttons babe?

Loosen up my buttons babe

She pulled herself onto the pole and ground her hips around and twirled. She lifted her right leg and hooked it around the pole.

Come on baby, loosen up my buttons babe

Loosen up my buttons babe

Baby, won't you loosen up my buttons babe?

Loosen up my buttons babe

She pushed and pulled on the pole rising and falling at the same time making it look like she was getting herself off right on the spot.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

As the final chorus finished she walked away from the stage towards the curtains and before they fell closed around her, she turned around and blew a kiss at Mark.

Mark didn’t know what to think. He turned around and saw Marie jumping up and down clapping her hands and whistling at the stage. She caught Marks stare and mouthed at him “Told you she was good!” Hermione walked back from behind the curtain and looked at Mark hopefully. All Mark could say was “I think we found our Saturday night teaser.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*End Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~

A/N Okay I promised this was going to have background on both. But it got a little carried away. So I split it up. If you would like to be put on an "Update Me" mailing list (Thank you Nombre-de-Pluma for the reques!) please let me know by emailing me at EYH.WILSON@GMAIL.COM. I hate getting spam mail so you will ONLY get a little note saying something along the lines of: My Little Wicked Witch has had a new chapter added. Ta da!

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Thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews. They made me want to stop working and write some more but hey, I gotta pay bills. I don't get paid for this.
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