(The Dannes Film Festival is sort of like the American's 'Cannes'. So The Dannes is a very important Wizarding World social event that various socialites, celebrities, and elite attend every year. This year, it just so happens to be taking place in Italy. Just thought you might want a heads-up... Please Read and review!)
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Enter Hermione Granger.
Draco hated surprises. But he especially hated it when they came from people who knew that he hated surprises. So our tale continues, picking up at...
Draco looking shocked as he turned around to see the object of his musings standing in the doorway.
Blaise smiled jauntily, observing that the blondie didn't look so hot with bugged-out eyes.
"Hermione!" Blaise rose from his seat, and sauntered toward her. "Why in Merlin's name are you carrying your bags? Did the house elves not help you?"
She frowned at the sultry Italian. "Blaise, you know how I feel about house elves."
He slipped both of his arms around her slim hips. "Ah, dolcessa. My apologies, Ms. Granger. I forgot." She smiled shyly and wound her arms around his torso. "Thank you for inviting me, but I feel as though there's more to this international invite than just, say...tea?" At this she looked at Draco pointedly.
"Hello...Draco."
Draco inclined his head slightly, looking impossibly aristocratic. "Ms. Granger. How have you been?"
Blaise led her toward the patio set. "We were just having a light breakfast. Join us?"
Granger was more breathtaking than she was in the papers. Silky, voluminous, chocolate tresses curled softly at the bottom, with side-swept bangs that fell sexily in front of her eyes. Gods. Her thick lashes framed her large eyes which, up close, were more a swirling mixture of cinnamon and hazel. She had a dainty nose, and full, pouty lips. Draco glanced at her body, and suppressed a snort. THAT was the true reason Blaise was courting her. The most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen, slim waist, and softly rounded hips. If only he could see her arse.
"I'm doing well, thank you." She smiled at him graciously, and sat down between the two.
"Ms. Granger, I was unaware of your presence for the Dannes Film Festival."
She took a sip of espresso, then immediately started coughing. Unfortunately, her white sundress along with Blaise's silk vest, were sopping wet. She coughed violently again, and Blaise conjured a glass of water. She sipped through pursed lips, then exhaled slowly.
"Pardon? You mean the Dannes?" She turned to glare at Blaise.
"What, pray tell, is wrong with The Dannes? Potter goes, Draco goes, many a Weasley go, I go...It is the social event of the season, and you're the only one on the guest list who's not going."
"Blaise I hate being in the spotlight. Once again, you know that as well." She added bitterly, "Hence my incredibly crappy job." Draco was intrigued. Granger had a crap job?
"You know," he drawled lazily, "it would be that a person such as yourself wouldn't want to go. You're as boring as ever."
Her eyes flashed, but before she could throw in her two knuts worth, Blaise intervened.
"Hermione, why don't you go freshen up a bit?"
"I could always use my wand..."
"Yeah, but you should rest a bit too, no?"
She looked dubious. "I guess..." Seeming to have made a decision she said, "Okay, I'll see you in a bit Blaise."
Draco admired her bum as she walked across the terrace. Nice.
"Where's my goodbye Granger?" he asked, smirking.
She turned around, gritting her- he couldn't help but notice- perfect, white teeth. "Good bye." Rather scathingly, he thought.
"Tuo caffè italiano è molto forte."