Skyscraper Heels and Daddy's Credit Card

Disclaimer: You know this isn't mine… Well, only the plot. But THAT'S ALL, folks!

Phase Two: Enigma

'CLOSE THE BLOODY CURTAINS, BLAISE!' I yelled at the intruder of my room.

He didn't listen to me… Damnation upon you! I climbed out of bed in a tired manner. Maybe it wasn't Blaise... It had been two weeks since the 'Malfoy' incident, and Malfoy was very distant toward me. Fucking weirdo…

I suddenly remembered that Mum had asked me to shopping with her today. I personally hated spending time with my mum picking slutty, revealing, and low-cut clothes with my dearest mother. Sure, she wasn't the usual mum for a teenage girl. She was more of mate-type than mother-type. She's the unusual kind of mother that you go to for boy problems and whisper about crushes—the type that you go to the movies with and doesn't scold you for wearing shirts that show a lot of cleavage (in fact, she'd encourage you to show even more).

On normal occasions, I loved her, but after Dad died, she became even wilder. When I wanted to the club with my mates, she'd ask if she could come, and, of course, my friends all loved her and wouldn't refuse. Once, she was dancing in the club and guys were all around her, I felt so embarrassed I just wished the Apocalypse would come.

I woke up and started picking out clothes for the day's journey. I got a white halter-top, a black jean jacket, and a black skirt. I tied my hair up into a messy bun, while putting on silver dangling earrings. I placed my metallic black Baby-G watch on my wrist and took out a pair of black, pointed-toes high heels (and by high, I mean extremely high).

The heel was about ten centimeters high, and they really hurt if you're not use to it. But being a part of the most prominent wizarding families in the world, I had to get used to discomfort and making a fashion statement. Mum was already married to Matt (they're wedding was huge! Many people attended).

Today was the first day I could actually spend time with my mother; yet, I didn't feel like having a mother-daughter bonding day. It is just morning, by noon you'll be happy! I tried to reassure myself.

I got ready and found my mum asleep on the couch; a book lay on her stomach.

Gone With the Wind… I read that a few years ago. Wonderful book.

'Mum!' I shook her gently, 'Come on, wake up! We're going shopping remember?'

'Hey, good morning, lovely. I don't feel so good, go shopping with Blaise.' She placed a hand on her forehead.

I took her hand away and placed mine of her forehead. 'Mum! You have a fever!'

'Can you get me the Anti-Cold Potion in the cupboard over there? Oh, wait. We don't have any more. Fine, get me some Tylenol.' She sighed closed her eyes.

I gave it to her and kissed her gently on the cheek. 'Get some rest, you'll need it!'

I found Blaise in his room—still asleep—and straddled him. I leaned into his ear and took a deep breath. 'BLAISE ZABINI! WAKE UP!'

He jumped and we found ourselves tangled in his bed sheets, laughing. Well, I was laughing at least.

'Hermione…' he said warningly.

Oh, I'm terrified (notice the sarcasm?). Hehe, I love cynicism!

I climbed out of his bed and threw him some clothes. 'Let's go, bro. We're going shopping!'

He groaned and complained. 'Again? We went last week!'

'A girl like me has got to shop. Besides, I'll let you buy a thing or two.'

'Gee, you're generous.' He rolled his eyes. 'Get out so I can change. There's no changing your mind once you made it up…'

'Aw…can't I stay? You look so sexy without clothes on,' I pouted and gave him a saucy wink.

Blaise gave me an odd look, 'No, you pervert, and besides how would you know?'

I looked at my manicured nails and said haughtily, 'Hm…I have my sources.'

He laughed and smacked my bum with a pillow, 'Get out! I'll show you my dick some other time.'

'Already saw it, and I must say…it's quite small…' I laughed and got out before he had a chance to yell at me.

I glanced around at the white walls. Gosh…we really need some decoration. There were hardly any artworks around, no sculptures, no paintings, no relief's, and no photographs. Maybe we'd be able to get some stuff today.

Blaise came out of his room a few minutes later, wearing a pair of navy jeans and a forest green T-shirt.

'Hey, Blaise, should we play interior designer today?' I asked.

'Sure…what do you have in mind?' he asked as he got his car keys.

'Our house seems too plain, too much white, and nothing else except furniture.'

'You're right. I've never really noticed. Dad and Gina will be pleased.'

If you're smart enough to figure this out, Gina is my mum, Regina…actually. As I don't call Matt, 'Dad,' Blaise doesn't call my mum, 'Mum.'

We got to the parking lot and Blaise walked to the Volkswagen Beetle Convertible and got in. This car was my 16th birthday present from my dad. I loved it and treated it as my baby. But after moving in with the Zabinis, Matt gave me a 911 Carrera (the Porsche), I sort of forgot about my baby. Blaise gave me a oh-so-you-remember-now look.

'Heh heh, can I drive?' I asked sheepishly.

'No, I'm driving. Without Ginny, you drive like a maniac.'

'Hey!' I crossed my arms across my chest.

'Shut up and get in the bloody car,' he revved the engine.

'Blaise! Don't do that, you'll hurt it!' I got in the car and brushed imaginary dust off the door.

'Geez, Myra, it's just a car, besides if I break it, I'll buy you a new one.'

I was silent for a while. If the car broke down, no other car could replace it. Dad worked extra hours for two months just to buy this for me.

'Myra?' Blaise placed a soothing hand on my knee.

'Hm?' I asked him.

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing…'

'You're a terrible liar,' he squeezed my knee.

'It's no big feat,' I shrugged it off and stared into space. 'You know, my dad shouldn't have bought a convertible for me. It's rains most of the time here.'

'So it's about your dad, huh?' Blaise's voice held a small sign of frustration and sadness.

'No, it's not,' hell, I didn't even convince myself.

'It's okay, I understand,' he said.

For the rest of the ride, we were silent except for an occasional, 'Watch out,' or 'I think it's going to rain.'

Once we got to the mall, Blaise swung an arm around my shoulders and locked the car. He gave me one of those charming smiles and I laughed. He took his arm off my shoulder and we walked into the building.

'I'm starving…' he said.

'Gosh, men, is food are you think about?' I rolled my eyes.

He gave me a suggestive look and eyed me up and down.

That I understood, 'Oh, let me rephrase, is food and sex all you think about?'

'You forgot Quidditch,' he laughed.

I laughed again, 'Fine, we'll go get some food?'

'How about a shag and maybe a quick fly afterwards?' he smirked

'No, thank you. You know I don't like flying.'

'So you want to shag?'

'I thought we'd gone over this. We're siblings!'

'Hey, shh! Those guys over there are giving you the eye. We should pretend we're a couple so they don't bother you,' Blaise placed an arm around my waist.

'Gosh, this is so sick and wrong,' I smacked playfully at his arm.

We sat down at a table in the middle of the food court and I wrote a list of what to buy for the day. Almost ten minutes passed and none of the guys in the corner has come over to say hello. I guess Blaise was right.

'Hey, none of those guys are coming over,' I whispered to him.

'Speak of the devil,' he muttered back at me. 'Myra, let's get out of here.'

We got up and walked pass the guys. I gave them a slight wave and a wink.

'Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged,' one of the guys muttered audibly.

Blaise and I tried to hide our snickers. Merlin, that was so cheesy.

The rest of the day went by without guys hitting on me, and Blaise made comments on every guy that look our way, even on some poor old man. All in all, it was great fun and I laughed so hard my stomach had cramps afterwards.

When we got home, Mum and Matt were out to dinner and we decided to order pizza and ask Malfoy to come over, since we were both slightly worried about him.

Blaise needed to go to the loo, so I had to make the damn call. I dialed his number and a few rings later, someone picked up.

'Hey, Myra,' his silky voice rang through the phone.

'Hey, Malfoy, Mum and Matt are out so we were wondering if you want to come over for pizza,' I asked while writing down a memo for Blaise to clean the freezer.

'We, or just you?' he chuckled.

'Malfoy, I'm not interested in your mind games right now. Yes or no?'

'I'll be there in thirty minutes. I'm a little busy right—god, right there…'

I pulled the phone away from my ears and stared at it in shock. Either Malfoy was wanking off or he had someone special with him doing Merlin-knows-what. I heard a deep and delicious moan, and slammed the phone down. At that exact moment, Blaise came into the room and asked me what happened. I could feel my face blush. 'Sick, I'm going to the bathroom to puke.'

He eyed me curiously, but shrugged it off for later.

I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I was angry, frustrated, and to my dismay, slightly turned on. Malfoy was such a pervert, but he was a sexy one at that. His moan still rang in my ears, echoing my own desire. I could just imagine him lying on the bed, face flushed with ecstasy, while—

Dear Morgan, I cannot be thinking about this!

I splashed some cold water on my face and walked out of the bathroom, immediately running into somebody. I looked up and saw a very smug Malfoy. I can see you're back to your old self…

'Hi,' he smirked.

'Er…hello,' I said awkwardly. 'I thought you were going to come here in thirty minutes, not five.'

'I got off earlier than I thought.'

A thought crossed my mind and I gave him a smirk that rivaled his own, 'Premature ejaculation?'

He wrinkled his nose in disgust, 'No, I haven't done in since fifth year. It was actually you that got me off.'

'Ugh, don't tell me about it.'

'Oh, but I can see you want to know.'

'Even if I wanted to know, I wouldn't want to hear it from you.' I walked into the entertainment room where Blaise was lounging on one of the massaging armchairs watching MTV UK.

'I heard about the phone call,' he said solemnly.

'Don't remind me!'

'Hey, Drake! Myra's all hot and bothered!' he laughed.

'Shut up!' I yelled at him and whacked him with a pillow.

Malfoy came into the room, holding two boxes of pizza and three extra large cokes. 'What's with all the noise?'

'Myra wants—' I covered my annoying step-brother's mouth.

'What does Myra want?' Malfoy urged him to speak more.

I bit Blaise's ear and he bit my hand. 'Bastard!'

'Myra wants to—'

'I said shut up!' I strangled him.

'—fuck—'

'Fuck? Hm…this is getting more interesting by the minute.'

'—you!'

'You say she wants to fuck me?'

'I do not! You're such a liar!'

'Well, well, Granger, feel free to call upon any of my—er—services anytime.'

I glared at them both. 'I wouldn't touch you with a five-foot pole.'

'What about without the pole?'

'LIKEWISE!'

'What do I think otherwise?'

I grabbed a slice of pizza and sat down on another armchair violently, ignoring them both for the rest of the night.

Secretly, I like these sides of the two Slytherins. They made simple subjects much more interesting, adding innuendo to everything. Near the end of the night, Malfoy decided to stay over and we ended up falling asleep in the entertainment room.

A/N: So sorry, I haven't updated in such a long time. I know that chapter probably sucked, but it's going to get better! Currently trying to update all my stories and this story is last priority, so it might be awhile before the next update.