They were the perfect couple, and they knew it too. Everywhere they went, reporters would ask where they're wedding will be and if it was public. He was wealthy and she was gorgeous.
"Mr. Malfoy!" an incredibly annoying reporter called, "How are you and Giselle?"
Draco flashed a smirk that could make women swoon, "Absolutely perfect."
"And when's the wedding?"
"Soon." He waved off the others standing around and entered the redbrick building. Inside was Giselle Hawthorne, the stunning model that's face had been plastered on every magazine created in the Wizarding world.
"Hey sweetie!" she cooed, wrapping her arms around him, "You look fabulous!"
He removed her arms from his waist. "I have work."
"But honey, we need to go over wedding plans!" she picked up a few books from the table. "I won't let them slip by again."
"I have work," he said in aggravation. "Why don't you go shopping with your mates?"
Giselle frowned. "Ever since the Ministry announced your innocence, you've been acting strange. As if you aren't so innocent…"
"Giselle! I have work! Please go and get out of here!" he bellowed from his desk.
"Well if you're going to be so rude," she bit, "Then here's your mail! I'm leaving, don't expect me back soon!"
The door slammed behind her, giving Draco exactly what he didn't want. He looked at the envelopes from fans and business partners when one of the letters fell to the floor. Opening it, his cold grey eyes widened with fear.
"Granger." He growled before throwing the papers across the room.
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Hermione Granger sat at her dining table reviewing the reports her boss gave her. She was to edit and re-send them to her secretary, who would then send them to her boss. Before getting too focused, warm hands massaged her shoulders.
"Hey." She whispered, leaning into the masculine frame behind her chair, "How was your day?"
Michael Whitmore kissed the top of her head and continued to rub her collar bone. "Busy. Rachel Adams refuses to accept the fact that she hexed her husband before his accident."
"Bad day?"
"No," he sat in the chair next to her, "She was dastardly. I only wish she would drop the charges against Woody's Chairs. They can't afford a lawsuit like this. What about Dr. Wade? How's he treating you?"
"Like a bloody mule." She smiled into her paper, "He's a great guy, but very demanding. Where's Helena?"
"Helena is perfectly fine. She's sleeping like a baby." Michael stood up and kissed her cheek before going into the kitchen, "Are we having dinner with the Potter's tomorrow? Helena would love to see Ben again. Those two get along so well, it's uncanny."
Hermione neatly stacked her papers into her folders and placed them into her briefcase, "Yes. The Weasley's will be accompanying us as well. You know how Theodore and Helena get along as well."
"That's wonderful! I wouldn't mind chatting with Ronald about his work with Quidditch. Marvelous sport, that is."
She kissed him lightly, taking the wine glass he handed her. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed."
"With a glass of red wine? Hermione, are you feeling okay?" He laughed
She smiled, "No. I just want to go crazy tonight."
Pulling his hand, she led him up the stairs and into their bedroom.
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Move along, you filthy mudblood!" Draco Malfoy sneered. "You don't want to get hexed, now do you?"
Hermione spun around, remaining calm even tough the urge to shout was unbearable.
"What are you looking at?" He asked impatiently. "I said move along!"
She glared at him, hoping to slap him. When he had a withering 'I hate you' glare in his own cold blue eyes, she attempted to knock him down onto the cold stone floor. "Don't you ever call me that!"
"What? Scared because your precious friends aren't here to protect your ass?" He glowered.
"They don't need too." She said. "I can protect myself."
"Oh really?" Draco smirked. "Then prove it."
Hermione smiled. She held her wand behind her back, hoping he would do as she asked. "I will. Go ahead-- Hex me."
Draco had just pulled out his wand when Professor McGonagall had walked in to witness what was happening. "Mr. Malfoy! Miss Granger! Step into my office this instant!"
Hermione and Draco retained there normal posture and stalked into her office. Neither of them said a word, but were both thinking the same thing. I wish I could've killed them off when I had the chance.
"What exactly was going on?" She sat behind her desk. "And I want the truth, from both of you."
In unison, the two students broke out in there version of the story. Professor McGonagall had to lift her hands in protest. "Never mind-- I don't care what the two of you did. Detention for the both of you."
"Detention?" They asked in unison.
"A week." She said. "Report to my office tonight at eight and we can begin."
The pair walked out of the office, glaring at one another.
"You better watch yourself Granger." Draco spat
Hermione laughed. "Ha! Is that a threat?"
"Your damn right it is. Just make sure you come prepared for detention." He sneered, going the opposite direction she was
"Oh, I will." She whispered
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Okay.
This is a huge apology to anyone out there that reads my other story. But this, and I do wish I could edit it further because I see a huge lack of descriptions and tons of grammatical mistakes.
And this wasn't written in 5 min. I have spent over a year perfecting this particular story, as well as a few choice others that have eaten up my summers/ free time in my room/ study opportunities (aren't missed) and long night hours to write this. IT'S REALLY LONG but unfinished. It was originally two separate stories, and I had written a 'Post-Hogwarts' quite unlike this one. It went nowhere, and I'm sad to say, 72 pages on word were ruined.
Post-Hogwarts story was started: Saturday September 16, 2006 8:54:00 AM
Hogwarts: Wednesday, April 5, 2006 10:37:00 AM
I'm a few years older now, so hopefully my narrating is erm… literate compared to DD (I want to weep whenever I look at it).
Alright, if you read VERY carefully, then you will see what the problem Draco has with Hermione.
But you have to read carefully. VERY VERY carefully.
o.O Dani/Mystical Purple