I do not own any of the songs or characters in this story, just the plot. Review and enjoy.

The music notes crooned from the piano as Hermione walked onto the stage. The club was in a hazy lighting except the soft glow of the spotlight on her. Her eyes were closed as the curtain opened and revealed her fiery, red gown. As the band joined in and the music changed, Hermione opened her eyes and began to sing.

"You had plenty money 1922

You let other women make a fool of you

Why don't you do right?…Like some other men do…

Get out of here, get me some money too…"

As Hermione strutted up the stage, she passed through the patrons and began to sing again.

"You sitting down wondering what it's all about

If you ain't got no money, they will put you out

Why don't you do right?…Like some other men do…

Get out of here, get me some money too…

Now if you had prepared twenty years ago

You wouldn't be wanderin' now from door to door

Why don't you do right?…Like some other men do…

Get out of here, get me some money too…

Get out of here, get me some money too…"

As Hermione came to the climax of the song, she made her way back to the center of the stage and slowly laid down on top of the piano.

"Why don't you do right?…Like some other men do…"

Hermione blew a kiss into the crowd just as the curtains closed and the club erupted in applause. Hermione hopped off the piano and made her way to the back dressing room.

"Good job, Hermione." The band congratulated her in unison.

"Good playing guys."

"Are you joining us for drinks later?"

Hermione laughed at their antics.

"You know I don't drink, it kills the vocal cords. Then how will I work here if I can't sing?"

"You won't, I hope."

Hermione rolled her eyes at the sound of Astoria's voice.

"Greengrass."

"Its Greengrass-Zabini, darling." Astoria quipped with a fake smile.

Hermione was about to retort when Blaise stepped in.

"Now, Astoria, don't you have something better to do than pick on my lounge singer, like spend all my money?"

Hermione lightly giggled and Astoria glared at her with contempt. She then looked to Blaise and smiled.

"You know me so well, honey."

Astoria sauntered away and Hermione could not help but roll my eyes.

"Tell me why you married her again."

"To get my bloody inheritance and if the sex wasn't so great, I swear I'd leave her for you."

"Blaise…"

Blaise held his hands up in mock surrender with an seemingly innocent look on his face.

"I'm just having a bit of fun, I swear !"

Hermione walked into her dressing room to find a huge bouquet of roses tied in a black ribbon. Hermione sat at down at her vanity and wondered who had sent her flowers. It was probably Viktor again. That boy would never learn. It wasn't until her door slammed shut did Hermione look up.

"Hello, Hermione."