NEW YORK CITY
This is a weird idea that just popped into my head one day. It's a little different, but requires a bit of back story, cause I couldn't find a place to actually put it in the story
Basically, Lord Voldemort was defeated, and the Death eaters lost everything they had going for them. Many became deranged with anger, and in their eyes, the ones that took it all away from them were Harry potter and his closest helpers. (now I think of it it's a little like Sirius black in Prisoner of Azkaban) so the death eaters who managed to evade capture are now intent on killing these people, so The Order decides to relocate them, complete with a muggle status
Chapter 1
"Oh my god" Hermione Granger stared incredulously at the scene before her.
New York City sprawled around her in every direction, alight and busy with people and shops. It was perhaps 9 o'clock at night and Hermione was wearing jeans, a long suede jacket, a scarf and a beanie pushed over her curly hair. She dug her hands in her pockets and continued to stare, her mouth falling open in indignation.
She stood facing an enormous billboard on the corner of a popular restaurant and entertainment district. The huge poster was black and white, and featured a young man wearing a singlet and boxers. He was sitting on a chair, bent forward so his elbows rested on his knees and his hands dangled casually. His jaw was covered in attractive stubble, and he wore a rugged pout to complete the perfect picture which was captioned "Calvin Klein . Be it."
However on closer inspection Hermione could clearly see, though the picture was in shades of grey, they young mans ruffled hair was white blonde, and his eyes were a shade of light blue-gray. It can't be. But it is surely! That idiot! Hermione was stuck on thoughts of how incredibly stupid he was.
Low profile...This is certainly not keeping a low profile! What the hell is he playing at? She fumed over these thoughts all the way back to her apartment, where she burst in and threw herself into a chair. She shared the apartment with Ron, Harry and Ginny ( because apartments this good were hard to come by and very expensive) and when she saw Harry sitting on the couch reading a magazine she couldn't help but burst out her news.
"Harry! Have you seen?"
Harry put down the magazine and turned to face Hermione with an eyebrow raised
"Seen what precisely, Hermione?"
"Ugh! There's no gentle way to say this so I might as well let you know before you get the shock I did!" Malfoy, the stupid idiot, has found a new career. Modeling!"
"Well Hermione, that's really interesting and all, but, well, what's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that he's prancing about on billboards wearing nothing but bloody jocks for the world to see!"
Harry let out a slow breath and frowned "Hm. and you're thinking about our low profile policy?"
"Exactly"
"Hm. Well I'll send an owl to the Order Headquarters to see what they have to say about this…what a stupid pretty boy" he muttered under his breath and set off to his room to find Hedwig.
Weeks later nothing had been heard for the Order, and Hermione had managed to go about her business while avoiding the big posters. It was getting harder though. Two new equally large billboard ads had sprung up in areas close to where she travelled, he was obviously gaining popularity. At lest I don't have to see him for real she consoled herself
Then one day Hermione was walking down a trendy street full of old fancy refurbished buildings and exclusive little boutiques, looking for a gourmet sandwich shop. She strolled towards an old Marble building, which was obviously restored for a new business' purpose, as it had modern glass doors edged with gold, and from what she could see from about 10 meters away, a suave looking reception area.
Hang on Hermione thought, stopping in her tracks there seems to be crowd gathering. And there was. Before her eyes people were drifting from different parts of the street, all ending up in front of the building she had just been admiring. There seemed to be a vast majority of girls, from the age of about thirteen to women perhaps ten years older than herself.
Perhaps something exciting was about to happen… curiosity got the better of her and she joined the crowd of people by the doors.
Here we are! Someone's coming out of there, must be a celebrity or something…A scream went up in the crowd as someone walked through the doors. It was a tall handsome man accompanied by two assistants…
"Malfoy!?" Hermione could not be heard amongst the screams of the girls surrounding her. A security man was forcing the crowd apart and putting up barrier ropes so the handsome man had a clear path to the road.
A girl who looked about 16 jumped up and down beside Hermione, and whipped out a sign that read "MARRY ME HUGH" of course, he must have changed his name
Using perhaps more force than she had to, Hermione pushed her way to the front.
"Oi Malf-Hugh!"
Malfoy was signing his name for a girl on the other side of the makeshift catwalk, and turned around to see who was yelling his name louder than any of the others, but his sultry expression changed to one of shock when he saw whose angry little face was staring back at him.
"What is this? What the Hell are you doing?" Seeing the security guard was distracted with a mad fan, Hermione ducked under the guide rope. She ignored the gasps from behind her and strode up to face Malfoy.
"Answer me! Hugh!" she emphasized the last word venomously.
Before he had time to answer (and from the look on his face he probably wouldn't have been able to anyway) a big hand grasped Hermione's shoulder and pulled her backwards
"You're way outta line miss, now get back behind the barriers" The burly Guard gave her a push back towards the other girls.
Ugh! That vain git! Now I can't even tell him what I think of him!
Malfoy had gotten into a car and been driven of and Hermione strode off down the street, immersed in her own livid thoughts.
10 minutes later she stopped to see where her feet had carried her
Central Park
Oh well. I could use a little unwinding. She wondered along path after path. She stopped to flick a muggle coin into a fountain, and bent down to inhale the scent of an early rose. She continued on, venturing off a path and passing under huge leafless trees. The effect was oddly comforting, though perhaps it should have had the opposite effect.
She rounded a corner and came across a shrub garden. Many of them were evergreen and cut into tasteful squares and rectangles. She smiled to herself I bet not many people come here. It feels very secluded. Maybe it can be my place, yes, I think so.
In the middle there was a little bridge that carried Hermione over a small stream and into a denser part of the garden. She wandered freely, all the frustrating thoughts slipping from her mind.
Oh…Hermione walked into a section of the garden to see, unmistakably, Malfoy's hunched back. He seemed to have his head in his hands, was he crying? No, I don't think so. He's just…hmm. She crept as quietly as she could toward him, and caught one glance at his tired miserable expression before his eyes flicked up from the ground and saw her.
"Hey…did you follow me?" He leapt up and folded his arms defensively across his chest.
"I-no! As if, I was just walking in here…"
"It seems awfully coincidental to me..."
"Well that's what it is, a coincidence."
Hermione was annoyed that her special place was already playing host to Malfoy, and now he had spoilt it for her.
"Just leave then." He sank back onto the bench and resumed his hunched position
"you know Malfoy…this whole model thing, I really…well I don't think its really very appropriate, because well you know, the whole keeping a low profile thing" Hermione knew she sounded pathetic. It was just hard to stay mad at the dejected looking man before her.
"Leave it Granger" he spoke quietly. She decided to take the hint and, for now, drop the subject and walk away.
As she jogged home she thought about it.
He shouldn't get away with this behavior! You had a chance to really let rip on him and you missed it! Come one Hermione!
But he was sad. And tired. Perhaps being worked to hard?
Yeah, all those photo shoots must exhaust him!
Well, I should be nice to him anyway
But do I really owe that to him?
Well yes! He basically saved your life a couple of months ago!
Not exactly
Yes, exactly!
Well then should I try and talk to him?
He would just push me away.
He needs someone to force themselves close to him! Anyway, there was definitely something there between us, just before we came here to the States…perhaps its still there?
No way! A part of her screamed
For sure. I know it said a much larger part of her calmly.
Ok. I'll call him when I get home, maybe we could meet up, and then we'll see if the spark is still there.
Hope you liked it. This isn't exactly a love story, though they might fall in love without realising it. We'll see.
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