Skyscraper Heels and Daddy's Credit Card

Disclaimer: You know this isn't mine… Well, only the plot. But THAT'S ALL, folks!

Phase One: Disbelief

Blaise exclaimed loudly, 'WHAT THE FUCK?'

For once, I couldn't have been happier than having Blaise as a friend and companion, one that could express my feelings in such eloquent words, 'What he said!'

His dad, Matthew Zabini, said harshly, 'Watch you language, Blaise. And you heard us all right. We're getting married!'

My grace-forsaken mum said in what she thought was a I'm-explaining-and-you don't-have-to-gawk-at-me tone, but it only made me angrier, 'I know it's been very fast for both of you to handle, especially for you, Myra, but you have got to know that just because your father died doesn't mean I'm suppose to be stuck in grief.'

I couldn't believe my ears, 'You're suppose to be MOURNING, not CELEBRATING!'

Blaise point out a rationale, 'You've only been together for what? Three weeks? And you're getting married? That's very rash.'

I was so happy, I could've hugged him, but I know he wouldn't like that, 'At least I'm not the only sane person in the room. He's right. Shouldn't you two think about it for making a decision?'

Matt rolled his eyes, 'We're already thought about it. And this is our final decision.'

That was the basic conversation…well, the main point. It looks like Blaise and I are going to be marriage-related. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin, how nice…not.

To clear things up, my mum's a witch, a death eater, pure evil, and snobby. Don't make me go into details, they are just too much to handle. Well, Matt Z and Mum met in Quality Quidditch Supplies a month ago (yes, bitch wanted me to play Quidditch). They apparently remembered each other from school and that's how I'm stuck in this plight.

At first I liked Matt, but then I found out Blaise is his SON and I was completely thrown…I despise Zabini, Jr. Absolutely DESPISE! He's Malfoy's best mate after all. Later on, I realized Blaise and I are the only sane ones stuck in a very, very bizarre world. We became friends after awhile, but we still took the mickey out of each other. It was an odd friendship, I'll admit.

Mum and I spent a week or two over at the Zabini Estate, which was enormous, larger than our past house (which was quite large). To my displeasure, Malfoy came over a few times.

Fucking git… I remembered saying. I had actually said that out loud a few times, which earned me a huge jab in the ribs from Mother Dearest.

Malfoy kindly pointed out the obvious 'So, Mudblood isn't at all a mudblood.'

I said sardonically, 'You think?'

He raised his head a bit and said with high aura, 'You're half-blood?'

I thought about it and replied, 'Thank you for raising my status, and as for my father, I never knew if he was magical. He died recently, you know…'

For a brief fraction of a second, I thought I saw feeling in Malfoy's eyes. Actual feeling! But after that brief fraction, he went back to normal and I highly believe that I was hallucinated. I really need to get some sleep and stopped reading so much. It's bad for my health…

'Don't inform me of your non-existent life,' he spat venomously.

I squinted at him, 'I beg your pardon? I have a life, unlike yours that revolve solely around screwing the entire school and quidditch.'

He simply held his chin up and said in a proud tone, 'I've only screwed Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Ravenclaws are too smart for their own good, and I wouldn't touch Gryffindors.'

I felt a rush of relief and sighed. 'Good to know.'

But being an annoying and perverted git, he added, 'You, my dear, might be an exception…'

At this point, my eyes widened in shock and repulse. My cheeks burned and my eyes held a glint of fury.

'I wouldn't come within a three-meter radius of you if I didn't have to.' I huffed.

'What are you doing now?' he raised an eyebrow.

'I said if I didn't have to!'

'I know you can't resist me.'

'Bastard.'

'Half-blood.'

'Git.'

'Bitch.'

'Arrogant.'

'Sexy.'

I felt my face flush and yelled at him, 'THAT'S NOT HOW IT'S SUPPOSE TO GO!'

He smirked and shrugged. 'Hey, I was tired of passé…'

'That's only supposed to happen in romantic movies. This is a verbal battle, not a love scene!'

'Can't take a compliment?'

'Sexual harassment is a crime.'

'Oh, so now I'm sexually harassing you?'

'Yes, sod off…pronto.'

'Pronto?'

'Muggle slang.'

'Ugh! So now I'm uttering ridiculous muggle words.'

I said smartly, 'You're speaking English. Muggles speak English, too. Would you like to speak gibberish?'

'Sod off.' He waved a hand away.

'I believe you're in my living room.'

'Who says it's your living room. It's Blaise's.'

'In case you've been living in the seventeenth century, my mum and Matt are going together.' I rolled my eyes.

'Do you think I'm stupid?' He asked without thinking.

I stared at him expectantly. What does he expect?

He got my hint from the silence I granted him, 'Okay, don't answer that.'

After a few moments of silence and glaring, I suggested to him, 'Let's go find Blaise.'

'Good idea.' He jumped off.

My caustic humor and I got the better of me, 'Wow, your highness has finally reached an agreement with me.'

'Your highness…I like that. From now on, you shall address me as "master," "highness," "Excellency," "majes—", he was interrupted by yours truly.

'Could you shut your mouth for at least a minute?' I asked brusquely.

He gave me the puppy-dog eyes. 'How could I torment you then?'

'My point exactly.' I patted him gently on the head and ran into Blaise's room without knocking.

Blaise was in his room.

Wearing glasses.

Reading…

'Is that Playwizard?' Malfoy tried to look past me.

Blaise rolled his eyes in annoyance, 'Look, Draco, I know you are very mature and all, and I know you never read a book, but that doesn't mean I don't.'

Never in a million years, if I haven't seen it with my own two eyes! He was finally growing up in a mature person!

'Besides, I heard Hermione's high decibels yelling at someone,' Blaise gently placed a bookmark in his book and closed it.

I smiled mockingly, 'You're so funny! Notice the sarcasm? Let's go out!'

Blaise scrunched his nose, 'Gross. You're going to be my sister!'

I rolled my eyes. I'm seriously doing too much eye-rolling… 'Ugh. I don't mean it that way. And it's step-sister.'

Malfoy got to the point, 'Where to?'

I said in thought, 'Somewhere fun—'

Blaise added '—with music—'

Lastly Malfoy spoke, '—and a nice place to chill.'

All three of us exclaimed at once, 'Clubbin' at the Big Apple!'

Malfoy plopped onto Blaise's bed, 'We've been together too long…'

'Not at all! Four weeks, five days, three hours, six minutes, thirteen seconds and counting is not long at all!' Blaise looked at his watch.

I laughed, even with Malfoy there. Blaise certainly got on my nerves sometimes, but when the time comes, he's always there to make me laugh.

'We're in luck. Thursday nights is Witches' and Wizards' Night. We'll blend right in.' I was too spaced out to notice who had said that. Their voices were too similar.

'You're right! No need for muggle disguise. Just make sure you don't do any magic.' I spoke with excitement.

We decided to go at around nine o'clock (night). I sent an SMS (mobile phone message) to Ginny (I got her a mobile after sixth year when I couldn't reach her by owl) and asked her if she wanted to come with us. She replied after a minute, agreeing to go:

'Sure. Luv 2. + Harry/Ron/Sirius r coming w/ us 2.'

Yay! Harry, Ron, and Sirius are coming. The three of the most handsome men in Hogwarts are going clubbing with us. Sirius came back from the veil as his seventeen-year-old self. Sweet, right? And, get this, he's sizzling H-O-T. I've never even seen a picture of him when he was younger (Harry got to see him in Snape's pensieve), but he's here as his seventeen-year-old self.

Harry's grown into a hunk with girls clamoring over him. Sadly, many mistake us for a more intimate relationship.

Yuck! I mean, no offense, but he's my best mate! It's just as if liking a brother.

Ron's hair is really fun to play with and all his girlfriends love twirling it with their fingers. It's long, shabby, and he's really, really fit.

Well, I never really like them that way, but still, I would be blind not to admire.

Ginny came over earlier than the rest of the Co. to help me get ready. She was wearing a witch's hat, a black gipsy skirt, and navy colored halter-top. She wore a black robe over her clothes, but left the front open to show off her clothes.

'Wear jeans!' she laughed.

I wasn't so sure, 'Is that witchy?'

She seemed hesitant, 'Well, no, but you don't really have anything else.'

I smacked her lightly on the arm. 'Hey!'

Ginny shrugged. 'At least I'm honest.'

I sighed and sat down onto my bed.

I pulled out bags of clothes from under the bed. 'Okay, I went shopping at Madam Malkin's and various muggle shops, like New Look, and bought these.'

I held up a pale-pink, flowery sheer dress (without straps and ended ten inches above knee), a red-rimmed, peach-colored bra and two pairs of matching knickers.

Ginny held the delicate dress, 'Wow…it's beautiful! Slightly tartish, but we can fix that. Now you have to wear jeans with this.'

'I suppose, but do you think this is muggle-ish?' I was still unsure.

Ginny laughed, 'You got it from Madam Malkin's right? Then it's not muggle-ish!'

'All right. Get out now so I can changed.'

'Oh, you're nice,' and walked towards the door.

'I know I am.' I smiled.

I shoved her out the door—gently, of course—and went back to my clothes. The dress was more of swimwear, but the Big Apple was near the beach, so it didn't matter as much. I got out a pair of jeans and started changing.

After five minutes or so, I let Ginny back in, and she shrieked (literally).

'Morgan! You're so—times a million—pretty!'

I grinned, 'Hey! The hair and face is not done yet?'

She pulled me towards the vanity, 'Then, let's get to work!'

She reached for my chair at my vanity. She pushed me into the chair and immediately pulled her wand out (The Zabini Estate had a No-Tracer Charm, which a charm that disguises the Zabini Estate so the Ministry cannot monitor the spells and charms in the house). She made my hair less bushy and wavier.

Ginny nearly dropped her wand, 'I forgot to tell you. This is permanent…'

I gawked at her.

I took a better look at it and sighed, 'Oh, well. It's better than before.'

She gave me a smoky-eyed look and applied pale pink lipstick. I did not need foundation because I kept my skin healthy and clean, even without magic.

We were ready and went downstairs where the tension was so thick that you could reach out and grab it. Harry, Ron, and Sirius were on one side shooting daggers at Blaise and Malfoy, who were muttering swear words at them.

When we came in, all jaws dropped.

I whispered to Ginny, 'My, my…this is awkward.'

Ginny giggled and announce in a dramatic voice, 'May I present, Ms. Hermione Granger, or Zabini…'

I replied darkly, 'You make us sound like we're married…'

Ginny looked appalled 'Hermione! I meant, sibling-wise.'

I smiled at everyone and whispered out of the corner of my mouth, 'You better.'

Sirius flashed me one of his irresistible grins, Harry beamed at my new appearance, while Ron simple gaped. I walked over and place a gentle hand under his chin and pushed upward. 'You're attracting flies…'

Blaise was smiling genuinely, and Malfoy… He was smirking.

How can he smirk now? My mind raced. Idiot…

I grabbed my car keys and walked to the garage as Blaise grabbed his. There were about ten cars parked in the garage (more like mini parking lot). I pressed the unlock button and a Porsche beeped. Blaise walked up to a Hummer and whistled.

Ginny and I got into the Porsche and waved.

'You three.' I indicated Harry, Ron, and Sirius. 'Follow Blaise and Malfoy.'

They groaned.

Harry pleaded, 'Why do we have to follow these gits?'

I explained, 'Because, Mr. Potter, my car only fits four people, since I removed the back middle seat for more space. I don't want to leave one of you with these bastards here, so I suggest you get your lazy ass over to the Hummer or I'll hex you into next week.'

Malfoy smirked…again. Blaise rolled his eyes and got into the driver's seat. Malfoy got into the passenger's. Blaise started the engine and revved it.

From Harry, Ron, and Sirius' perspective, the Hummer looked like a monster that's about to cobble them up. It was indeed big. It had large metal bars that looked like teeth covering the lights, and it was completely black.

Sirius smiled nervously, 'Why can't you use another car?'

'The BA is a celebrity hangout, you have to look your best to be admitted entrance. We have a limo, but the driver's ill, so no can do. The Ferrari only fits two people, and the rest…suck.' I scrunched up my nose.

Blaise looked bored, 'Are you guys going to hurry up and get into the fucking car?'

Ron looked extremely hesitant, 'We'll come when we're ready!'

Malfoy cocked one eyebrow and sighed, 'In that case…let's leave these hobos, Blaise.'

Harry gave up, 'Fine. We're coming.'

They climbed into the car begrudgingly. Ginny pressed the Power button on the CD player and Equalizer. Beyoncé's 'Crazy In Love' CD, came up. I drove out of the garage, and to my misfortune the first traffic light was red. Besides us, Blaise pulled up and we could hear 50 Cent loudly.

Blaise being the joker and pervert he is, leaned over and said, 'Where are you two lovely ladies out on this eve?'

Ginny laughed, and I replied, 'The Big Apple, you?'

He was about to reply when the light changed and we zoomed off. We arrived at the Transport Gate, a magical portal where it transports us to another location in the world.

A twenty-something-year-old looking wizard approached our car and said huskily, 'Where to, Mademoiselles?'

I gave him a grin, 'The Big Apple, New York City.'

Gate-Guy stood straighter and smiled, 'Right. Heard their doing Witches' and Wizards' Night.'

I nodded, 'Yes, and the five gentlemen behind us are with us, so you can send them to the same place we're going.'

Gate-Guy winked at me, 'Of course.'

The portal turned a slight shade of pink and a mini-traffic light turned green. We drove into the portal and seconds later, appeared at an alley near the Big Apple. We quickly drove into the front of the club, and met the security guard, Jeremy, who knew me.

Jem greeted me, 'Mya, so nice to see ya.'

I hugged him and smiled, 'You too, biggie.'

Jem pulled back and said in a whisper, 'You know Solange Knowles is here tonight. So is Paris Hilton and your British prince.'

I was interested, 'Which one?'

Jem thought about it and finally said, 'The one that you girls swoon over.'

Well, William was the bad-boyish one, 'Um…William?'

Jem smiled, 'I think so. So you is it just you and your friend or there's more?'

'My step-brother, his best friend, my two males best friend, and this other lad are also coming.' I informed him.

'Right. You know, someday I'll get fired for letting you in so much without a price,' he always allowed me to go in for free.

'Pounds or dollars?' I reached for my purse.

He stretched out a hand and said in a very businesslike way. 'This is the U.S., no pounds, babe.'

I handed him $700 ($100 for each person).

Jem stared at me, 'You're loaded.'

I laughed. 'That, I am.'

I handed my keys to the valet and walked in, with Ginny, Harry, Ron, Sirius, Blaise, and Malfoy behind my heels. We took a spot at Table 52 and I spotted my old pals.

'Jen! Over here!' I waved.

'Oh my gosh! Mya G.?'

I gave her two air-kisses, one on each cheek. 'The one and only.'

She smiled, 'I can't believe you're here. At BA!'

I looked at her in a funny way, 'Where else would I be?'

Suddenly, I knew what Jen implied, 'Iono, Panda Express in Essex?'

We had shared a past, and once she celebrated her birthday at Panda Express in Essex.

I asked her, 'So how's life? With you moving to California, and ignoring my emails and phone calls completely!'

Jen blushed, 'Not completely, chica. I think I remember I wrote once—'

'Or twice—'

'Each week—'

'For the whole year!'

We laughed and I suddenly remembered I had company with me. Apparently, so did Jen.

'Who are you friends?'

'People from Hogwarts and my maybe step-brother.' I pulled her over to the table.

'Awesomeness!' she giggled.

Jen's a witch, so it's okay for me to tell her about Hogwarts.

'Yeah, should I introduce you to them?' I expected affirmation.

And I got it, 'Please do.'

I pointed to everyone as they either, nodded, greeted, or waved, 'Okay, from left to right… Blaise, my bro; Draco, the person I hate most…'

'He's hot.' She nudged me.

'Eww! Gross, much!' I said in a very bimbo-ish voice.

She looked surprised. 'Wow you adapt to American living quickly…'

'Whatever, moving on. Harry, one of my best male friends; Ron, my other best male friend; Ginny, my best mate; and Sirius, Mr. Hunk.'

Sirius grinned at me.

Jen pulled me aside and whispered urgently, 'How come you have soooooo many cute guy friends?'

'Honestly, I have no idea, but I don't think of them that way. Well, maybe Sirius and Malfoy…'

'I heard that!' Malfoy said out loud.

I froze. Shit, shit, shit… Millions of shit!

She was eyeing Harry, 'Can I have Harry?'

Me: 'Go ahead, he's all yours, oh, but you might have some competition.'

We came back to the table, and my face was completely pink. I was so embarrassed that I wished the ground would open and swallow me up. Never happened sadly. Malfoy was smirking wildly.

Does that guy ever smile?

A waitress came over and asked us if we wanted anything to drink.

Harry pondered, 'Cuba Libre.'

Ron said without hesitation, 'Beer.'

Sirius drawled, 'Long Island Ice Tea.'

'Watermelon Bailey's.' Draco sighed.

Blaise smirked. 'Sex on the Beach.'

'Mango Madness.' Gin had trouble deciding.

I ordered what I usually had for a first drink, 'Strawberry Bailey's.'

Jen ordered a classic, 'Gin and Tonic.'

The waitress finished writing and went away, 'Be back in ten.'

Harry said in a deep tone, 'Hope you're back quicker.'

I scolded him, 'Harry!'

He blushed, 'Sorry…teenage hormones.'

Ginny suggested, 'Let's dance…'

'No, I just like to chill. Oh, yeah, almost forgot. I have to go greet Kate, or she'll bite my head off.' I smiled at Blaise because only he (besides Jen) knew what Kate could do.

I heard a familiar voice behind me, 'Oh, I could do much worse…'

Katherine Deelb (backwards would spell 'Bleed') was one of my oldest mates, originally from Sweden, she was tall, tan, and blonde. Her long, straight hair often reminded men of porn stars. She was also a witch. Kate was the rough equivalent of Paris Hilton. They both looked very similar, were very rich, and very loyal.

I faked surprise, 'Ms. Deelb! What a pleasant surprise.'

'Cut the formalities! Mya, how have you been?' She smirked.

I said in a very Irish accent, 'Grand…'

Kate scanned the table, 'Seems like you have quite luscious company here.'

I laughed. Typical Katherine to notice guys first…

I reintroduced them, 'Draco, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Sirius. Of course, you already know Blaise and Jen'

Kate licked her lips in Blaise's direction, who winked back, 'Yes, I do.'

'Okay, I'm tired of sitting around. Let's go!' Ginny pulled Ron and Harry up.

I groaned, 'Gin! Today's point was supposed to be listening to ear-splitting music, drink until we can't remember our name, and relax! Dancing totally ruins the night's purpose.'

Blaise nudged me, 'Come one, Mya, don't be such a party pooper.'

'Party pooper?' I looked at him, 'What are we in? Second year?'

'Whatever, just get your lazy ass onto the dance floor!' he pulled me up and dragged toward the crowd of people, moving their bodies in very uncoordinated ways.

'Only because these people don't know how to dance…' I walked into the middle of the dance floor.

'Milkshake' (by Kelis) came up, and I nearly burst out laughing. Another one of the similarities of Kate and Paris Hilton… They both request Milkshake at clubs.

This song was one of the many rehearsed songs Kate, Jen, and I choreographed especially for clubbing.

'All right,' Jen made her prep talk, 'You two know what to do.'

It was pretty hilarious because Kate always gave the DJ a signal before the actual song started playing. So we did what we usually did, and as expected, 'Candy Shop' came up next.

By now, almost everyone in the club were watching us 'do our thing.' Some people swayed, others clapped, and when the song ended, a deafening round of applause was heard through the club.

And always, someone smart-assed would round up and bunch of people, and try to out-dance us. And when that happened, 'Lose My Breath' was the choice song. The really great feature was that the opposing team could only do basic moves, when we were doing back flips and air-splits (a secret weapon).

After an hour of dancing, I was dead tired and decided to go back to the table. Surprisingly, Malfoy was sitting there alone.

I plopped onto the seat next to him and drank some of my Bailey's. 'Hey, how come you're alone?'

'I didn't feel like socializing.' He looked away.

I suddenly felt there was more to the story than the façade he was putting up. I reached for his cheek and pulled him back to look at me. 'Come on, Malfoy. What's wrong?'

He stared into my eyes and took my hand off his cheek. 'I don't feel so good. I should get back home.'

He got up and walked out of the club. I know Malfoy and I weren't on 'Friend' terms, but he's never acted like this.

I decided to leave it for now. Blaise came back to the table to ask where Malfoy went and I simply replied, 'I don't know.'

Author's Note: Ha! I worked so long on this chapter. About 3000 words cool, right? Just so you know, the Big Apple is a real club, but I don't know much about it. If I'm wrong, feel free to point it out to me.

Okay, so here's a little window to my world of literature. Just so you know, I'll always have this sorta footnote thing at the end of my chapters.

Originally, I was going to put the actual Paris Hilton in the place of our current Katherine Deelb, but I decided against it because:

I don't know the real Paris.

Making your own character was so much easier.

Also, I have a friend who learns all sorts of dance, so I have a little insight on the world of dancing. So I kinda applied it to the club scenes.

So that was chapter one, you'll have chapter two sometime next week. Awfully sorry about the delay, but I want to write long chapters, and long chapters will take time, because I also have exams coming up.

If you're wondering… I'm a Californian chick, who's lived in Europe almost half of her life. Spain, Hungary, England are of the few, so I should know a bit about England. If my story seems too American, it's because of the style it's written in. I could write extremely British stories, but I don't feel like it. Maybe sometime in the future.