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P.S. You might find Hermione a little OOC, but maybe this is how she actually would be if she didn't know Ron yet and was filthy rich. Who knows?

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

Chapter Two : Meeting Harry Potter

'Harry,' called a loud voice, off somewhere in the large Potter manor he was barely conscious in. Harry wasn't sure who it was. It could be a maid, simply cleaning. It could also be, a less rational part of his brain told him, a mass murderer. He was nursing the worst hangover ever.

'Urgh,' he moaned. Harry stretched his long limbs out on the bed, fingers brushing an empty cup of Starbucks coffee on the pillow beside him, and his favourite album ever (of course it was the Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd) playing loudly, though how or why he had no idea. Maybe he left it on last night?

Harry wasn't sure just how he managed to hear the caller over the loud music. The caller repeated itself. 'Harry!' It was female. He looked up and groaned; the movement sending burning pulses through his head.

'Hermione?' He asked curiously.

Harry straightened up in his bed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He was at least wearing boxers, he only had three hickeys on his pale white chest and other than that, looked alright … that is, alright for a boy who had spent the whole weekend drunk off his face, fucking girls and boys and all that was in between.

Harry's bedroom door flew open and he jumped. It was Lily Potter. His beautiful and frightening mother. She was not wearing the gentle smile that was usually painted across her pretty, youthful face.

'When did you get back?' She was wearing six inch heels, towering over him as she strutted towards his four-poster, golden bed. Her pencil skirt, black and tight, was a present from Harry. He hoped by complimenting her in it she would remember…

Harry yawned as he reached over for his rolling tobacco. His hands came back empty, ruddy cigarettes. 'Last night I think.'

'You think?' Lily almost screamed as she stole his attention with a deliberate snap of her heel. 'It's three in the afternoon.'

Her son smiled sweetly. 'Oh, this morning then.'

Lily threw the newspaper she held at him light-heartedly, and deftly, he caught it one-handed with an infuriating grin; so like his father's, inherently cocky in its demeanour. 'I was so worried Harry!'

'Oh, mum, I've got a major hangover. Be more quiet please.' Harry moaned low in his throat.

'I know you're nineteen Harry. You're not a kid. But send me a text when you disappear for two days.'

He yawned. 'Sure thing mum. I got your text by the way, the one about busy schedules. So, what events am I being dragged to this week?'

'Just a Chanel couture runway walk I think. We got invitations so we have to go. The thing is, I only got two. What's more is that your father can't come because of some stupid football thing in the States-'

'So…' He said, straightening up and running a hand through lengthening black locks.

'So you can have both tickets. Bring whoever you want.'

'When is it?' Harry asked, tittering dangerously on the edge of reluctance, as he reached over for his phone.

'Next week. It's going to be huge and there will be lots of paparazzi and journalists, so please be careful and avoid being caught doing ... anything…' She smiled and let the sentence hang suspended in the air, choking and writhing.

'Anything…?' Harry encouraged with a wide grin.

'Hmm. Anything you know would upset me.'

'But mum,' he moaned. 'That means I can't have any fun.'

Lily clapped her hands together and laughed. Her eyes flickered across his body and she rose an eyebrow upon noticing the hickeys on his chest.

'So, this party you went to-'

Harry jumped up and stood tall, towering over his mother irrespective of the tall heels she wore. 'Have fun with whatever you're doing mum.'

'Rightttt,' she leered before marching past him and hurrying out of the room. 'Invite someone soon. Oh and Harry! Will I be expecting you home for dinner?'

'Probably not,' he told her and then he closed his bathroom door just after he heard his bedroom door close.

Harry thought his mother was lovely. She was a successful published writer and was married to the most famous English football player since David Beckham. Of course, Harry's father, at thirty nine, was retired. But his career had been mighty fruitful and long-lasting.

Harry however was not like his parents: he was not hard working like his mother or wise like his father. He was the son of two filthy rich parents, was pretty famous himself and most importantly, was spoilt rotten.

He brushed his teeth whilst messaging Hermione. He knew how happy she would be to come.

Wanna come with me to a Chanel Haute Couture show sometime next week? xx

The response was instant.

YESYESYESYESYES XXXXXXX

Harry laughed and sent her a reply.

Come to mine then, I'll see you soon xxx

Then he put his phone down and looked in the mirror, eyes blazing like burning emeralds. Harry usually had his raven black hair short but for the past few weeks, had been testing out the longer haircut and pleasantly found that it also suited him. It was long enough to keep in a miniature ponytail and he thought he looked hotter with long hair.

He was lightly muscled and had long, supple limbs. Furthermore, he was quite tall, at least six foot one. Interrupting his self-evaluation, Harry's phone started to ring.

'I'm like five minutes from your house,' Hermione said when he answered.

'Hello to you too.' He laughed.

'Oh, hello Harry. I'm in a taxi.'

'You were quick.'

'I was already in the library near your house, just getting books for my dissertation. But anyway, that doesn't matter! How on earth did you get tickets to see Chanel's Haute Couture?'

Harry rose an eyebrow and patiently waited before Hermione laughed. 'Right, you're the son of Lily and James Potter, duh. Okay well, are they good seats?'

'We'll be getting to watch an exclusive show, I think that's good enough, but I'm not sure about the seats.' He took off his boxers and stepped into his shower, still on the phone. 'I'm gonna have a quick shower so I'll see you soon.'

'Well I'm a few minutes away so be quick. See you-'

'Bye!' Then he threw his phone on top of his boxers on the other side of his bathroom, lessening the impact of the drop on his iPhone considerably, before he turned the shower on and was instantly stabbed by tiny beads of scalding water..

Harry grunted as he let his head fall back, enjoying the way the water attacked his body, like needles prickling him. He ran his hands through jaw length black hair, over his fit body … cupping his balls…

His phone rang but he ignored it, quickly washing shampoo from straight black hair. When Harry was done after ten minutes, he wrapped a towel around his waist and entered his bedroom, only to find his best friend Hermione Granger stretched out, like a pretty cat, on his bed.

She looked up and smiled. 'Those hickeys are ridiculous.'

'Turn around for a second,' he said as he grabbed boxers from his drawers. Hermione turned for a brief moment and he barely had the chance to tuck his cock into his boxers before she turned back around. 'Jesus Hermione.' He said, pulling his boxers up all the way.

'I've seen it all. Anyway, tell me everything about it.'

'Err,' said Harry quizzically. 'It's a Chanel, runway walk I think It's very expensive and prestige, we get to go. I think that's all I know?

She jumped up, heels clicking as she strutted over to Harry. Hermione looked very pretty, wide brown eyes boring into Harry's as she pursed plump pink lips. 'When is it?'

'What day is it today?'

She laughed. 'Monday. That party really messed you up, didn't it?'

'You should have stayed on Sunday too. It was even crazier.' He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

'You know I had that dissertation to start planning for university. But I'm glad you had fun. Did you hit it off with Cedric? I heard he was flirting with you all yesterday.'

'Who told you that?' Harry laughed as he stepped away, grinning when Hermione slapped his bum suggestively. 'Nope, I fucked him.' Then Harry groaned and shook his head. 'You can't tell anyone though.'

'What was it like?' She squealed, throwing herself on his bed.

'Amazing, only he's going out with gorgeous Cho Chang and I feel so bad.'

Hermione narrowed her eyes. 'You shouldn't feel bad Harry. He's the one who should feel bad. You haven't done … much wrong…'

'I also had sex with Angelina Johnson, as a last sort of hurrah and that was awesome too. It was just a great party in general. Lots of booze and sex to go around.'

'My god, you're a whore.,' Hermione said with a reluctant laugh. 'Okay, so back to Chanel Haute. I have to buy a dress. I need to look perfect!'

Harry shrugged. 'You always look perfect Hermione.' He truly meant it too. She was pretty much the most important person to him, like a sister more than anything. They had been best friends since nursery, stayed in contact through his Eton school days and were still hanging out every other day, if not each waking minute.

'Thank you,' said Hermione with a pink tinge to her delightful rouge cheeks. 'But really! I have this gorgeous blue Versace dress but it's got a slit on the side and I'm not sure if I want to be provocative or not. I mean the slit goes quite high.'

'Why not show off your legs?' Harry said as he reached over to the top drawer of his cabinet to get his rolling tobacco. He saw the green glimmering when he opened it and cheered; he knew he had thrown them down sometime in the morning, after having stumbled in, drunk off his face and with his trousers half way down his legs.

'Because I want to appear elegant.' She said with a shake of her head; tumbling curls avalanching forward to partially veil her face. Then with smiles chasing themselves across her lips, she said slowly, 'We could always match. You could get a nice suit from Versace, black with a skinny tie. Then with you on my arm I could be wearing nothing and still appear elegant.'

He laughed as he lit his rollie. 'Right Hermione. Could you open a window?'

'Don't you want to put on some clothes?' She asked, signalling at his mostly naked body and raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged as he placed the fag between pink lips and rifled in his drawers for a lighter. 'It's not cold outside. Back on the topic of fashion and runway walks, I'm not exactly sure when it is but I do know that it's sometime next week.'

Hermione sat herself at his computer desk, switched on the iMac and waited patiently for it to start. 'Don't worry, we can find out now. I'm so excited!'

'Imagine all the beautiful girls.'

'And boys.'

Harry laughed and took a long toke. 'Yes ... and boys. Delightful male models, how could I forget?'

Her fingers danced on his keyboard rapidly as she searched for the date of the event. 'Okay, it's on Friday.'

'Right, I think I have plans-'

'What?'

'But I'll cancel. Jesus Hermione, I didn't know you'd be this excited.'

She rubbed her hands together and grinned widely at him. 'I am so excited. Of course I am. This is Chanel. Not Givenchy, not Hugo Boss, not Miu Miu, all of which I would still be excited for. But still this is Chanel.'

Harry rolled his eyes as he huffed, 'Girls' under his breath. 'So, when do you want to go shopping? I'll probably send mum to get me a suit-'

For the third, fourth, millionth time perhaps, she interrupted him with a shake of her head, carelessly pushing curls from her face. 'No. We'll go shopping together. We have to look amazing.'

'Right,' he replied.

Hermione inspected the time on the computer screen and then nodded to herself. 'Okay, get changed. I'll call us a cab and we can make our way to Shepherd's Bush. I fancy going for some lunch and browsing around a bit.'

Harry moaned low in his throat and blew smoke deliberately in her direction, grinning when she batted the wisps of grey away from her. 'Hermione. Do we have to? Do we have to right now, today?'

'Yes!' she almost screamed, like the suggestion of shopping on any other day was simply preposterous. Then he face softened considerably and she tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear. 'I haven't been to a runway walk in over a year and this is for Chanel! I have to look amazing!'

The raven haired man scoffed. 'You always look amazing-'

'Shut up,' she interrupted with a giggle. 'Flattery won't get you out of this. Now get changed whilst I call a cab.' When he tossed his cigarette out of the window and fell back to moan, she rolled on top of him and started to tickle like mad. 'Come on Harry!'

'Get off me. Alright, alright, I'm getting ready!' he slipped out from under her and huffed dramatically. 'Bloody bird.'

'I heard that,' Hermione shouted as she threw a pillow at him. He stuck his tongue out and left to enter his wardrobe, feet dragging as he resigned to the fact that he was going shopping with Hermione, with the worst hangover ever.

oOo

It was not until Wednesday that Harry and Hermione found something to wear. She had decided not to wear her Versace dress because Hermione believed that the simpler the dress, the more elegant and beautiful she would look, especially when surrounded by international models and superstars. The shop that appealed to her most was Dior. However, despite having browsed Dior at least twice during the week, it was not until they visited a Dior shop in Oxford Street, a huge store with several floors, that Hermione found a dress she looked flawless in.

Harry's eyes scanned her body as she slowly pushed back the blind to the cubicle. He swallowed noisily when she stepped out of the large cubicle in the private dressing room they were in. Her shoes and bag had already been bought a few days before but the dress was what she said mattered most.

She had chosen a black dress, tight, made from soft, smooth silk; and it fitted her so well, accentuating her curves in all the right places. The cut was low so her breasts bulged out, burst out, so much so that Harry was a little turned on. She really was so beautiful.

'I think I've found it,' Hermione said in a low voice as she turned around, both for the benefit of seeing herself at all angles in the huge mirror and also for showing Harry precisely what she was on about.

Hermione had most certainly found it.

'You look good,' he told her confidently. 'Very good. It's a nice dress.'

With pink cheeks, Hermione turned to look fully at herself in the mirror once more. 'Right. Well, are you going to try that suit on? It really goes well with my dress.'

She strutted around in front of the mirror, watching herself in all angles, with hair both up and down, with and without a bra, until she was confident that this Dior dress was really it. With an excited squeal, Hermione pulled the dress off and hung it up on the wall, turning to quickly put on her skirt and shirt. 'Go on then,' she huffed, one leg in the skirt, 'try on your suit.'

Harry sighed and slowly started to undress while Hermione talked about how happy she was with her find. 'I mean, Dior really is the master of simplicity and elegance. Gucci was just ridiculous, the only dresses I did like weren't even in my size and I refuse to wait until the day of the walk to get it and buy it. So much could happen! But with this dress however...' He let her speak whilst he removed his clothes because her voice was calming and she was clearly excited, nattering away.

'I'm not a fan of skinny ties,' he moaned when he was almost finished, tying the long thin piece of fabric around his neck and frowning. 'They look weird.'

'No they don't,' she huffed. 'And irrespective of whether they look weird or not, they're in and they look great on you. We need to look as fashionable as possible. Like those loafers you got yesterday? When are you ever going to wear them again?' She asked sceptically. 'Probably never. But they're in and they will go splendidly with this suit.'

Harry looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was half-up, his skin flush from the exertion of shopping with Hermione. And the suit looked…

'Splendid,' Hermione murmured as she walked around to tighten his tie and tuck hair behind his ear.

Harry's eyes ran over his reflection; glazed with pleasure at how perfect he looked. Tall and slender, young and healthy; he really did look splendid.

'And a little bit like Bond.'

Harry laughed.

This was so much fun to write. I promise a longer chapter next time! The next chapter has to be longer! Draco and Harry are going to meet!

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