DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY THING...except Giselle, and the plot. I plan on having this be a long story so if you want it to continue, review everytime && i promise i'll keep it going.

Author's note: I plan on giving URL's to visuals of what they should look like, so look out for them. All you have to do is take the spaces out from between them && it'll work.

Hermione:

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Giselle:

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Place of Party/ competition:

Katalina:

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Draco was walking Katalina to the snack bar when she came up to him and tugged on his trousers. He looked down to see a small girl,smiling a dazzling smile up to him, holding two different flowers in her hand, her long, curly, platinum blond hair flowing over her petite shoulders, a familiar pair of ice blue eyes staring him in the face, skin paler than snow, and cheeks just as rosy as her red finger nails. She was wearing a small,yellow sun dress and was staring at him with the sweetest smile.

"Pardon monsieur, I mean not to interrupt, but I was wondering if you wanted one of my flowers?" Her sweet voice could make the paint ooze off the walls.

Forever the pessimist, Draco asked the first question to come to mind. "For how much?" Of course, money was not a problem with him, but he just wanted to know is this girl was going to try and "persuade" him to buy her flower. And maybe he would.

"Why you amuse me monsieur! I ask for nothing much. Just a mere smile, and it shall be yours," she sang, and pushed her bangs out of the way of her eyes.

"Here Katalina, go get us something to eat, I'm going to talk to this little one," Draco held out a wad of money to Katalina, and she eagerly went on her way.

"What is your name?" He asked, and wondered why this little girl could speak English and French(apparently) so fluently. She didn't look older than 5.

"Giselle, but my family calls me Rose. My middle name is Melrose," she shrilled and twirled around.

"Giselle eh? You are not going to ask me my name?" He questioned, eying the knowing look on her face.

"No monsieur I am not. That would be a waste of time since I already know you're name. So have you made up your mind Sir? Do you want one of my flowers?" Her blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched Draco gape at her intelligence.

"Where is your mother Giselle?Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk to strangers?"

"Vous tes dr le Monsieur.(You're funny Sir) But of course she did, but I don't see as to how that could be a rule. My mother always talks to strangers. Dances with them too. Strange men, they dance like my mother. She is around here somewhere," Giselle giggled, and dusted off a bench before sitting down.

While Draco looked at her suspiciously, she began to sing a nursery song in Italian.

"Giselle, do you mind my asking how you know so many languages?" Draco sat next to her.

"Well Monsieur Malfoy ,my mother is one of the dancers here. We travel a lot, and Italy and France happened to be two of the places we went to. I was born in Paris, and when I was 3 my mother moved us down to Italy. All the while teaching me English as well," she answered, picking off lint on her white laced socks.

Draco couldn't help but question why this little girl was so intelligent. Draco had only met a few people in his life who were this smart, but of course most of them were not in his life anymore.

"Oh look Monsieur, there is my mother," she pointed to a woman standing across the crowd, looking around frantically. Her back was to them, but Draco could already tell she was gorgeous. She had long,dark brown curls to her waist, half of which were pinned up. Her blood red lips in contrast with the floor length,white,grecian dress that she was holding up. A tight knot held in his stomach when the woman turned around, for his conclusions proved themselves, but he also had been caught off guard. Here the woman was, searching for her child, her honey eyes darting around the crowd. Her skin was a creamy ivory with the exception of her cheeks which were just as rosy as Giselles. Her shoulders, arms and neck were exposed and Draco could make out a dark tattoo on both her back, and forearm...
It was Hermione. Or better yet, Hermione Granger.

And she was just as beautiful as Draco remembered. He recognized her dress from one of the dancers on the ballroom dance floor that was dancing with some latin guy to a soft waltz.
HE KNEW SOMETHING WAS FAMILIAR ABOUT GISELLE'S EYES AND CURLS. But..blond? Granger definitely did NOT have blond hair, so maybe...the fathers?
Ugh. Draco cringed just thinking about it. He couldn't believe it. Hogwart's star student,top of the class, smarty pants, outcast-ed Hermione had turned into being the most amazing looking creature he had ever laid on. The once frizzy haired girl now was the star dancer of Toure de France's ballroom dancing academy. Not only did she have the beauty,movements, but she was apparently married - to what Draco assumed to be a good looking,blond fellow-, had a just as beautiful,talented and intelligent daughter, and just coincidentally happened to be here at the exact night that he had brought Katalina's gold digging arse around.

Draco had not seen Granger since their last year in Hogwarts. They had both been 18, and it was at Hogwart's senior graduation. Hermione had been the Valedictorian -surprise,surprise- and Draco had been voted Head boy. Conveniently, they had both been nominated homecoming king and queen that year and had some attraction, and a small fling in their history classroom. They hadn't gone too far, but it was enough to get Draco's 18 year old fluids racing.

"Uh Oh. Mommy saw us," Giselle broke Draco out of his daydream. He looked up to see a rosy cheeked Hermione walking their way, her eyes still downcast on Giselle. Judging by the cool demeanor on her face, she hadn't seen Draco yet. But the time would come. And she would be back to the same old Hermione. Flushed, blushing, sassy, stubborn Hermione who would never pass up a moment to out smart you. She would probably get a bit territorial and ask why he was sitting here with her daughter.

"Rose! Que fais-tu?Combien de fois dois-je vous dire? Vous ne parlez pas par vos propres moyens. Vous attendez pour la m re," she scolded, sounding just as much of a sass in French as in English. She was bent down to Giselle's height, had her arms crossed, and had that stern, "mommy" look to her. Draco had never seen something so amusing.

(Rose! What are you doing? How many times do I have to tell you?You do not talk off on your own. You wait for mother.)

"Mais la m re! Je viens de parler ce monsieur! Il n'ya pas de mal je te jure. Je lui ai demand s'il voulait un de mes fleurs!" The little girl argued, pointing at Draco.
(But mother! I was just talking to this gentleman here! He's no harm I swear. I was asking him if he wanted one of my flowers!)

"Ugh. Que vais-je faire de toi Rose? Maintenant nous allons voir qui vous parle." (Ugh. What am I going to do with you Rose? Now let's see who you were talking to.) She frowned at Giselle, and then looked up to meet the eyes of Draco Malfoy.

"Mother, you can speak English to him. He knows how to speak it quite well," Giselle smiled when she saw the look of shock and then worry in her mother's eyes. Hermione quickly stepped in front of Giselle protectively and muttered something to her behind her back. Giselle reluctantly skipped off torward the food bar and walked in without even knocking.

"Quite a daughter you have there Granger. Judging by your job,appearance,native tongue and Giselle, I'd say that you've been quite busy these past few years. Care to tell me how you've been?" Draco smirked, and sat down, patting the bench next to him. She looked at it like it was infested with bugs, and continued standing.

"I've been alright. Just, working, to make sure that Ro- Giselle, has a steady future ahead of her," she recovered her cool facade and looked away.

"She's quite the little mini you, wouldn't you say? How old is she? She can't be older than 5, and she already speaks three languages? Quite the young one you have there," he smirked, and tried to get back into her view.

" She's well beyond her years, she can assure you that," she replied curtly, almost dismissively.

When she continued to divert her eyes from him, Draco stood up and walked so that he was directly in front of her, looking down at her - getting a good down the dress shot all the while-.

"Why would YOU need to ensure that? Does your husband not help you with this?" He leaned forward to look her in her soft eyes. Hermione kept her face away from him because she did not want him to see her expression. She still just couldn't believe that he was actually here. Here! In downtown London, England, at HER dance show. She shook it off and shot him a warning glance.

"Watch it Malfoy. We mustn't speak of things that are not our business," she frowned back at him and then straightened out her dress.
Draco held out his hands,palm forward as if saying he didn't mean to offend her.

"Now if you'll excuse me. It's been a nice time talking to you Malfoy but I must go find Fleur and Giselle. J'esp re que vous me comprenez, qui ont donc une bonne soir e. Au revoir!"
(I trust you understand me, so have a good evening. Good bye!)
Hermione turned to leave, but Draco caught her hand and right when he was about to ask her to stay, he saw that she had no ring. Instead of asking her about it, he thought he would be a gentleman and invite them somewhere.

"How about you join me for dinner at Le d ner au clair de lune? I heard they have very good croissants," he brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed the finger that bared no ring.
Like the old days, Hermione blushed a light pink and looked around nervously.

"Draco , il ya six ans. Je ne peux pas sortir comme je le faisais plus. Vous n'avez pas comme moi de toute fa on, vous aimez ce que je ressemble. D'ailleurs, j'ai Giselle j'ai vous soucier."
(Draco , it's been six years. I can't just go out like i used to anymore. You don't like me anyways, you like what I look like. Besides, I have Giselle I have to worry about.)

"Granger , you think that I only like you for your looks? HUMPH! I liked you since our first year together, and trust me, you weren't such a looker back then. You CAN go out when you want, YOU choose not to, which frankly makes me question why you're doing all the work and Giselle's father is not. Don't worry, Giselle can come along too. If she wants to of course. If not, I can hire someone to watch her. Or that Fleur lady you were talking about could do it." He smiled down at her. For once, Hermione felt like Draco was out-talking her and all she could do was nod stupidly.

Coming back into reality, she shook her head to clear it, and stepped away from him. "I have to go find Giselle."

Draco frowned and stepped closer when he heard that annoyingly squeaky voice of Katalina. "Draco? Who's this?" She latched onto his arm.

Hermione looked back and forth between Draco and Katalina, raising an eyebrow at Draco and then giving Katalina a phony smile.

"My name is Hermione Granger, and well...let's just say that Malfoy and I go way back," she smirked smugly at the leggy blond and then turned to Draco.

"Well if you'll excuse me. I hope you enjoy the show, you'll be seeing a lot of me," she turned around with obvious sophistication and before walking away she looked over her shoulder slightly and murmured ," nice to see you Draco. You as well, Draco's date." She then walked swiftly toward the snack bar and disappeared in it.

Damn Katalina. Damn her- Draco thought, staring after Hermione in Awe.

"So..who was that Draco? She seemed pretty confident in her familiarization with you," Katalina glared at him.

"She's a girl I used to go to school with. She...," and Draco leaded Katalina up to their seats, holding the food and telling her all about Hermione and giving her praise just to make Katalina jealous.


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