Okay, this idea came from one of my friends who asked me to write something like this. SOOO I generously complied to her request. It's a short first chapter. But I sorta wanted to get a feel for it first, ya know?
Summary: Hermione Granger is living the Playmate life. Rich, famous, and nude. But she's missing something, and she knows it. Can a call change everything? Can it rekindle old friendships, and start new relationships with your sworn enemy? We'll see about that.
I don't own the characters. :( But if J.K. Rowling was willing to give them to me... I wouldn't say no.
I lay on the soft bed, my lingerie (If you could call string lingerie) clad figure sprawled across it. The camera flashed several more times before the photographer motioned that the shoot was over. I flashed him a smile, and stood up. Mark, my agent came towards me, and handed me a red silk robe. I slipped it over my bare skin and looked up at Mark.
"Yes?" I asked, while looking at the clock on the north wall. I twirled my silky blond tresses around my right index finger. It was around two pm, and I was starved and ready for lunch, which should have been around one. But this last minute photo shoot had come up, and I was asked to do it. Don't get me wrong, I was pleased that I'd been chosen as playmate of the month.
My career as a nude model was skyrocketing. I was at the ripe age of 21 had a contract with both Victoria's Secret and Playboy. I was glad about that. The money was great, the trips were fabulous, and the lifestyle was posh. I had a hot guy whenever I snapped my fingers, whenever, wherever. I wanted something, I got it. But it isn't so fabulous after awhile. I'd admitted to myself, I wanted more.
I wasn't sure what I was looking for, maybe something other than being a blonde Playmate, or a Victoria's Secret model. Part of me wanted my old life back. My friends, my family, who disowned me.
I missed Ron, Harry, Ginny, the whole lot of them. But in the past years, my life had changed drastically. I had no contact with anyone from my school years. Sure, I missed them. But when did I ever have a minute to myself anymore? Between the Playboy mansion parties, traveling, endless dates, endless sex, and endless photo shoots, when was she supposed to do anything else? Again, I wasn't complaining. But I did feel as if I was missing something, and I was determined to get it.
My best friend, Theresa, who'd I'd met through Playboy, said I needed a life companion. She said I always dated the hot scumbags. She was married, so she had nothing to worry about. Lucky her. I never envied anyone since I became a model, and this was the exception.
I turned, and shuffled into the dressing room, pushing the previous thoughts away, at least momentarily. I knew they would return when I had a quiet moment. Elise, the makeup artist ushered me in front of the vanity. She easily wiped away the airbrush makeup used to give the illusion I was flawless. Yeah right. I was tainted, similar to the rest of the models.
Elise combed her fingers through my hair when she was finished re-applying my makeup, in an everyday kind of look. I always was to look good, in case I was photographed on the streets, which I was, often. It was distributed all over the United States, and I think some places in Canada. I doubted any of my Playboy issues or any other magazine I was in reached London. I hoped not. I stood up, thanking her quickly, and pulling my clothes over my head, and putting heels on. Simple skinny jeans, a tight silky grey halter top and black Jimmy Choo stilettos.
I pulled her black patent leather purse from off a hook in the dressing room, and I was off. I walked outside to my black BMW. I smiled to myself as I unlocked the door and got in. Free at last.
I drove to a nearby Starbucks and ordered a no whip no foam latte. Living in L.A. wasn't so bad anymore, once I'd discovered Starbucks. It was my savior. I did miss London though, every day. I sighed.
I wished there was some way, somehow, I could go to London and see my friends again. But I didn't believe in wishes coming true. If they did, I'd have been a healer, I'd be Mrs. Ronald Weasley ( A/N: Yes, I know this is a Dramione fanfic, I'm getting to that) I'd live in a cottage, and I'd have a kid on the way. I never wanted to be a Playmate, heck I didn't even know about it until it was offered to me. I could wish and wish, and it'd still never happen. That's when my cellphone rang.
Sorry for the shortness, but again I just wanted to see how many people would actually read it! It's quite an unexpected move on Hermione's part. But in the next chapter, Hermione will see someone from Hogwarts... who will it be?
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