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A/N: Happy reading, and I hope you enjoy. A quick 2 installment fanfiction.
Interference
By: inkImpressions
The powerful hum of a heady bass beat flowed through her system as she stepped through the scruffy glass mirror into the Broken Broom. 12:11 AM and the club district in Edinburgh was just heating up. The Broken Broom was a shabby chic pub on the outskirts of Edinburgh, popular if you were in the know and luckily she was. It had several secret entrances located across the U.K. It was a favorite watering hole for her since mid 2001. Ironically enough it was her first visit that had started an unlikely friendship with Pansy Parkinson, who she was 11 minutes late meeting.
Pansy had disappeared after the war. Her family losing much of their holdings financial and otherwise as war reparations and the like. She had never really agreed with the ministry on some of their methods but...what have you. The British wizarding world hadn't heard hide nor hair of her. So, it was a bit of a surprise when she walked into the pub and a saucy, raven haired witch sporting vintage Chanel yelled across the room, " Granger, it's Parkinson. Fancy a drink? "
"Sure," I called back in a slight state of shock. Plunking down on a seat next to her she responded, "Jolly good, I could use a chat with a fellow female." I watched in amazement when she threw her hand up " Two witch whiskey neats. Doubles if you please." Six years later she's my best girly. Funny world isn't it?
" Granger your late, and you know how I abhor lateness." Pansy sniped. " We have a deadline you know?"
"Sorry, girl, you look smashing though."
"Flattery, is not an apology for tardiness Hermione." she quipped with narrowed eyes.
"Really, because I've got to tell you if I leaned into the witch persuasion I might lean you over the bar in front of all the patrons. Sexy loose curls, teal mini-dress and sky-high Jimmy Choo's. You certainly know how to make a cauldron bubble." I said as I gave her legs a suggestive leer.
A husky laugh and a lifted brow, " ditto, ditto Ms. Granger. Violent bandage dress and thigh high boots, certainly yummy, however I think bubbling cauldrons will have their place at Interference."
"Interference...?" I asked as I hedged my way to the bar. "This mystery club you keep trying to drag me to."
"Don't even think about it Granger," she said as she grabbed my arm spinning us into blackness. " Good girls who are on time get nerve calming drinks. Naughty ones get forcibly apparated by their friends to swanky, private clubs."
"Really Pansy, was that necessary?" I said in a huffy tone ruined by a grin.
"Of course, we're on a deadline." she responded.
"Really, care to clue me in?"
" The club is only accessible until 12:30. We're running late, no thanks to you." she cut her eyes over to me.
"Lead the way my flower. I'll follow your every directive, less I've to listen to you for the next 6 months about how I've screwed everything over. Again." I reply as Pansy leads me up a winding stairway on the back side of a nonchalant building.
When we reached the roof of the building a lone fireplace graced it. Looking as much an oddity as a mermaid in the tundra. I turned and look questioningly at Pansy. She smiled, "You ready to go to Interference?"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, next installment in the next couple of days. Not a long fiction.