Hi everyone…I know I know, I already have 2 Dramione stories in progress, so what am I doing starting another? Well I have an uncontrollable urge to bite off more than I can chew and this idea came to me and I just had to do it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but Megan and Wiz of Fazhion is mine.
Note: I posted the first two chapters of this fic in honor of today being Tom Felton's birthday…and must I say he is one sexy beast….rawr! Not to mention he makes one hell of a Draco Malfoy…XD
Hermione Granger sighed as she leaned her head against the headrest of her seat, trying to block out the noise of the other coach passengers. This flight was just a bothersome necessity before she could start her vacation. She had saved for a whole year and now she was going to America, well Las Vegas, Nevada to be exact. She'd overheard a co-worker telling someone about how relaxing it was to be away from everything and experience different things. This is what she'd be doing in about 20 hours, give or take, not counting the two stops, one in New York City and one in Detroit. Trying to snuggle into her seat as well as the economy seat would allow, she closed her eyes, determined to get some sleep before they landed in New York.
"Miss," a unseen voice spoke, jostling her, "miss, we're going to be landing soon, please fasten your seatbelt."
The voice moved away as Hermione came fully awake, buckling her seatbelt tiredly. The landing and taking off again had really worn her down, but she was finally at her destination. Eagerly she looked out the window and became mesmerized by all the bright lights and the vastness of the city. As the plane landed, she realized she was more tired than curious about this new experience, and decided she would call it a night. She tried several times to get a taxi without much luck until a shiny, yellow taxi stopped in front of her. She reached for the handle and her hand brushed a masculine one, jerking her hand back and stepped away, staring at the cement, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to try and take your taxi. It's so hard to get one to stop and…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to babble on."
The man chuckled at her apology, "No need to apologize. This is obviously you're first time in Vegas, so you go ahead and take it," the man told her, his tenor voice sounded vaguely amused and familiar, which was awfully strange since she'd never been to America.
"Thank you," she responded, and loaded her luggage into the taxi and then turned to get a look at the kind stranger before leaving, but he was gone. Shrugging she settled in her seat and told the driver her hotel. Once they arrived she clutched her luggage and paid the taxi driver, before taking a deep breath and walked into the hotel.
"I booked a room for this week, I'm Hermione Granger," she primly told the desk clerk.
The man looked at her and typed something into the computer, "Ah, yes here you are, you're in 1,050 next to the pool. If you want I'll show you to your room."
"No, that's quite alright, I think I can find it," she replied.
"Alright, well here's your key, have a nice night," he said, holding the card out to her. J
Taking the key she made her way to her room, dragging her luggage behind her. Unlocking the room she walked in to pure luxuriousness. She thought it had been foolish to book a room for a week at one of Vegas's most expensive hotels, but as she lounged in one of the chairs in the small sitting room, she decided it was one of the best ideas she'd had. Kicking off her shoes she wandered into the bedroom and without even bothering to undress, climbed under the covers, asleep before she fully laid her head down.
A persistent ringing woke Hermione up the next day, she swatted at the end table until she realized it was coming from the phone which was across the room. Dragging herself out of bed she went to answer, "Hello?"
"Good morning, Ms. Granger, this is the concierge just calling to check if you needed any assistance today?"
Hermione rubbed her eyes, and yawned, "I just woke up, but I'd appreciate if you would suggest a nice café that serves breakfast."
"I'm afraid that the cafés would not be serving breakfast now, Ms. Granger. It is nearly 1 o'clock in the afternoon, but I would be glad to make a reservation for you at, let's say 3:00 o'clock?" the concierge responded pleasantly.
"Oh, well yes, that would be adequate, thank you," Hermione said primly, before hanging up the phone. Shaking her head, she walked to the bathroom, it was time to tame her bird's nest and make herself presentable.
An hour later Hermione made her way to the restaurant the concierge had recommended, as she stepped in she was enveloped in a surprisingly cozy atmosphere. Waiting at the entrance, she was soon approached by a woman dressed in a smart looking outfit.
"Do you have a reservation?" she asked in a polite tone.
"Yes, for 2 o'clock…Hermione Granger, my concierge assured me he had made the arrangements," Hermione replied, trying to act like she'd done this before.
"Yes, right this way."
Following, she was pleasantly surprised to find herself being seated at a sun lightened alcove near the front of the restaurant. The waiter came over and offered her an array of drinks, of which she ordered water, having just woken up and all. Looking over the menu, she decided, "I'll have the rosemary salmon, with the ginger and saffron rice," handing the menu back.
"Excellent choice," the waiter replied, bringing her food about 10 minutes later, "Enjoy…"
After eating her food, Hermione decided to go shopping. After wandering around for about 20 minutes, she stumbled on a small boutique selling cute clothes. Curious, she walked in and was accosted by a very exuberant saleswoman.
"Welcome to Wiz of Fazhion, I'm Megan! Omg, I know just the dress for you to try on," the redhead exclaimed, dragging Hermione over to the dressing rooms, before pulling out a wand, "Accio…"
A beautiful green dress floated its way into Megan's grasp, it was short with a black fitted bodice and a shimmering emerald skirt with a handkerchief hem.
"It's beautiful, but how did you?" Hermione asked, confused.
"You're a witch right? Well, this is a wizard clothing store, it looks like an empty building to Muggles, and therefore they don't try to enter. Only a witch or wizard is able to see the store for what it really is," Megan explained.
"That's really quite clever," Hermione said.
Megan clucked, shoving the dress into Hermione's hands, "You're obviously not from America, which is obvious, even if you didn't have the accent, and means you're gonna want to check out the nightlife. This dress would be perfect for it, so move your butt and try it on."
Hermione was amused by the witch's straightforward attitude, which reminded her of an American version of Ginny Weasley. Smiling, she put on the dress and stepped out of the dressing room, "What do you think?"
"It's perfect as I knew it would be, I can just sense these things. It just needs some finishing touches," Megan said, waving her wand again and a pair of earrings, a silver bracelet, a small clutch and a pair of black strap sandals made their way to the two witches, "Now the dress is complete. So now that you have the perfect outfit, where are you gonna go?"
"Um…I really have no idea, I just got here yesterday and don't know any nightclubs or anything…" Hermione replied.
Megan clucked her tongue again, "You don't wanna go to boring places like that, Muggles can be the least interesting people at times, and add alcohol and they become stupid and boring. I'll tell you what…I'll take you to one of the most interesting wizarding nightclubs. Now just let me pick out something and then we can close the shop down and go get ready."
"But you can't shut the shop down just like that…" Hermione protested.
"Why not, I'm the owner, which means I can do whatever I want," she grinned, and waved her wand, putting all their stuff in a bag, "Now come on, now which hotel are you at?"
"The MGM Grand…"Hermione replied, stepping out onto the sidewalk.
Megan whistled, "Swanky place, you must be rich or something…"
"No, just have never been on a vacation and wanted to go all out," Hermione responded, as they two flagged down a taxi and started on their way to Hermione's hotel.
Hope you liked it! I realize it was a bit boring, but it will get better, I promise, so stick with me! Review!