Authors Notes: The story title is inspired by a poem called Fire & Ice written by Robert Frost. However it has really nothing to do with this story except to give me the inspiration for a story title.

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Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and her publishers I do not own these people I wish I did I just own the situation they are in.. No Copyright infringement is intended.

Fire & Ice

Written By Alexaviera. J. Raven

Fate:

sequence of events that is inevitable and unchangeable, or that individuals choose their own destiny by choosing different paths throughout their life. In the sense of being unchangeable it is said that the different courses of action people take may still lead to a predetermined destiny.

Chapter Three: Fate

Diagon Alley,London

The streets were as always full of people as the sounds of venders filled the air as well as the random sounds of people carrying their purchases, bells ringing as people entered establishments and the occasional familiar in cages or owls swooping in to deliver the post or the paper.

The street alive in it's own sort of entity as the day rose steadily throwing color on everything except that one dark part known as Knockturn alley. But our setting is Diagon alley, we will leave Knockturn for another visit.

We now come upon the scene as Draco is walking with Narcissa, he is carrying bags and frowning when she isn't looking. He had to be the carrier as his mother's packages are full of many clothes, shoes and other things that he doesn't want to think about. You know the sort,underclothes that really would traumatize him for life. As it was he waited patiently as they entered a shop and went to find the what was christened the husband or boyfriend seat knowing his mother would want his opinion on everything. They had already been in this shop now ten minutes and sat as he watched her disappear behind a curtain.

What a young man wants to do right? Not really he is bored out of his mind at this point but he knows it makes him mother happy and goes along with it. He picks up a magazine and begins to thumb through it as he then hears his Mother telling him she's about to show him another outfit.

Draco's POV:

I must be crazy to suggest this, it's boring and there are no pretty girls in sight. Just all older women and to think I would agree, no encourage this? What the hell has happened to my mind? I'm only Seventeen and yet here I am waiting for this nightmare to end.

The curtain pulls back and Narcissa is sanding there with a smile on her lips. The dress she chose is a blue color and clings to her body in a way that would make all men stop and stare. The smile on her face is what keeps Draco from covering his eyes and running away screaming.

"You look nice Mother, very beautiful."

I retort and it's true she really does look nice in that frock. She smiles and goes back into the curtain area and I sigh in relief. That was the fourteenth dress now hopefully it is coming to an end and soon. I go back to the magazine and shutter as I realize what kind of magazine it really is.. Though some of the women in it are hot looking and with barely there clothing.. Hmm maybe muggle fashion has it's perks after all..

I look up dropping the magazine as the curtain closes and realize I am no longer the only bloke sitting here, I wonder for a moment if it's this guys girlfriend or wife when I recognize that red hair from anywhere. I look over and it's Ron Weasley, bane of my existence pain in the ass and for once I'm surprised.

He is dressed fashionably, his hair is combed and he then notices me and I see the goofy grin on his face fade. Good remember who I am, your better! Remember you are scum on the bottom of my shoe Weasley!

I of course don't want to create a scene here especially with Mother nearby. So I nod in greeting and look a moment at the curtain that had closed and wonder who is in there. I wonder if it's... No I tell myself it can't be her, I tell myself that I am not curious at all. I tell myself I don't hear a woman's voice call Weasley Ron and the curtain goes to open, I watch as it opens slowly and let out a breath as I see it's nobody but that blasted Brown girl who looks like she is a major fashion victim. What she is wearing greatly clashes with her hair and I try not to snicker as Weasley gets the look of a deer caught in headlights as she asks him in her annoying voice.

"So how do I look Won Won?"

I sit back and intend to enjoy the show,waiting for Weasley to put his foot in his mouth. Finally some sort of entertainment. Thank Merlin I can see this.. Weasley's ears turn red as his hair and he says nothing for a moment, the girl seems to take it as a compliment and rushes back into the curtain to change. He gives out a sigh of relief and for a moment I keep quiet just raising an eyebrow at him.

Weasley scowls as he glares at the curtain and mutters out. "Women"

I smirk as I agree with him maybe for the first time in my life. Perhaps the only time I ever will agree with him on anything as well. I put down the magazine and sit forward a moment and link my fingers together in thought as I look up expectantly as Mother comes out again in a dress that would make any man notice her. I hear a whistle and Mother looks over at Weasley who's eyes have bulged out. I swear if his tongue comes out he will drown from the drool.

"You look beautiful" I reply as she smiles and then asks."Aren't you molly's boy? Ronald isn't it? "

Ronald Weasley nods as he does he then smiles embarrassment quite evident.

Stop staring at my mother you perverted...

Mother giggles as she then goes to change again and I for a moment drop my head on my hands and sigh deeply. As I do this I hear the bell to the shop ring but I don't look up and I don't bother what's the point at this moment anyways?

"Women"

I groan as I shake my head and I can almost hear Weasley's breathing speed up a moment. I guess his stupid bint of a girlfriend finally got something right.. I lean back in the chair and close my eyes as I rub my temples and slowly open my eyes...

Hermione's POV

I decided I need a change and go to Diagon Alley, as I do I am as always astounded by the place. It's beautiful and always busy. I steel my courage and believe me I maybe a Gryffindor and all but I am not really a very confident or brave person when it comes to things like this. I enter a shop and go about making my selections. As I do so I feel like eyes are on me..

Shit!

How the hell and why in the hell is he in here? I mean I know he has no idea what fashion is if you threw up fashion on him and made him eat it for breakfast. He has seen me so I cannot leave without looking like a fool. I sigh and I decide to bite the bullet. I walk with false confidence towards the changing areas and as I do I watch his eyes follow me slowly. I can't help but want to stop and yell and scream at him but don't.

I hear someone mutter women in the corner but don't care to see them or who they are anyways. I go back to the changing area and change into a nice summer dress. It shows off my summer tan and body in all the right ways. I know that what I am about to do is normal, all women we do this after all. I know that Andre is out there to give me some advice. He's my Fashion coordinator and by now I am sure he has made his way to the husbands waiting area to wait.

He's hot and attractive and young, I mean he's only twenty one and mostly my assistant and utterly and irreversibly gay. That's part of the reason I brought him with me today. I need a change and a man's prespective. I know that I feel more confident as I realize I can show Ron what he is missing, show him life goes on and he fucked up.

I open the curtain and as I do I see the stunned look on Ron's face. He is stuttering as I then notice for a moment that Lavender is also standing there modeling the almost same dress. She looks like a Cow in comparison. Or a Sheep as her hair is so fluffy it looks like a sheeps wool. She shouts a moment in surprise as she twirls around and to my total mortification ask me.

"So how do I look?"

I for a moment try to decide what to say when Ron blurts out.

"Your a Goddess"

I frown as I then see Andre smiling and nod to him as he then raises an eyebrow at Ron's direction. He knows of our breakup and he just for a moment says in his rich french accent.

"You look like a goddess on high,really lovely Mimi, You miss.. not so much like bovine actually."

I blush at that as I know he is being totally honest and go to change when out of the corner of my eye I catch white blonde hair and grey eyes, just staring at me but not in amusement or in malice but stunned as in very surprised. His mouth for a moment is in the form of an O and then he seems to realize he is staring and looks back at ..

Cosmopolitan

I for a moment try not to let it show how much it affects me but when the Slytherin Sex God gives you that kind of look.. Alright so I am human and a woman and appreciate beauty. Draco Malfoy is a beautiful man, no handsome but you get what I mean about that. He is a God and actually quite tolerable when he doesn't speak. He is sex defiantly.

Andre steps forward and kisses my cheek in that moment and as he does he whispers in my ear.

"The blonde one is hot, go for it,model the bikini next.. Let's really make your ex squirm he deserves it."

I nod and suppress a laugh as I see Ron is glaring daggers at Andre and Malfoy.. Malfoy is still looking at me like he can't believe his eyes and for a moment shifts the magazine on his lap.

Hmm interesting..

Very interesting indeed..

Ron's POV:

My God it's Hermione I hope she hasn't seen me in here.. I hope Lavender doesn't see her..

These are my thoughts as I look away from my frumpy ex girlfriend and I wonder why she Is in here clothes shopping? I mean she's not a fashion plate and yet she always seemed to look presentable. I wait for Lav again, how do I tell her that last dress looked horrible? Worse yet Malfoy is here to witness my embarrassment.

The curtain opens and wow.. She's beautiful a vision,a very sexy woman and wait! She knows my Mother who is she and..

Narcissa Malfoy.. Holt shit I just mentally hit on my nemesis's mother of all people.. I hope Lavender doesn't find out! That would be the end of the Weasley line, well in my case I do have five older brothers but, I nod as she asks me if I am Molly's son and smiles at my reaction.

Damn it Bloody Hell I know Malfoy isn't going to let this slide..

He tells her she's beautiful and it's over she leaves and I can relax. Then Hermione.. I don't know if I can bare this shopping thing seriously I feel ridiculous dressed up like this all because I want to please my girlfriend,Hermione never made me do this..

Sometimes I miss Hermione,but she's like an old pair of well loved Wellington boots,comfortable and predictable. I don't miss our arguments thought. It seems she's moved on anyways as a bloke is with her and I am surprised as he comes and sits in the chair between Malfoy and myself and smiles. He looks like he is wearing expensive clothing, tailored and designer of course no less and has perfect teeth.

Malfoy still has his head buried and mutters Women which I can agree with after all. The curtain opens and..

Wow

She's a Goddess and is that really Hermione?

Hermione.. wow you look beautiful take me back?Please forgive me I'm sorry your who I want...

My thoughts however are interrupted as I blurt out.. "You look like a Goddess " And I realize Lavender is there in almost the same dress but looks like a cow in it. She is happy as she thinks I am am speaking to her. I am so doomed. I am so screwed.

The man comes and kisses Hermione on the cheek and whispers in her ear and she nods as she disappears into the changing room again. I cross my legs to not show what effect Hermione has on me and pretend to look like I am bored. I however before she goes in catch her eyes looking over at Malfoy and smiling softly.

What did I miss? Why is Hermione smiling at that Ferret like that and who the hell is this guy?

I intend to find out...

Draco's POV

I think I'm going to die, because I have just seen an Angel. An Angel in green and I can't help but look at her. She's more beautiful than my dreams, I feel myself harden and move the magazine to not show what effect she has on me. For the first time I hope Mother takes a lot longer time in her selections.

Hermione, no Granger.. she's Granger.. She looks at me and smiles and I feel my insides turn warm. How is this happening? What spell has this woman put me under? It's ridiculous really. It's gotten very hot in here as I loosen my tie a moment and allow the first three buttons to become loose as my tie hangs on my neck now. I notice the man immediately and am surprised when he walks over and kisses her cheek. Lucky Bastard..

I hear the word Bikini and I know I'm going to explode if she comes out in a bikini.. Ok easy mate, breathe.. Shes just a woman,it's just a bathing suit.. It's not total nakedness lots of women wear bathing suits after all.. It's like at the beaches and seashore.

Who the hell am I fooling? Today of all days my fantasies are beginning to take on life during the day as I shift to relieve a little of my discomfort. I see myself in my mind's eye walking into the curtain area and pressing Hermione against the cubicle,taking her right there. I know I might do something of that like if Mother wasn't here. It wouldn't be the first shag in a changing room for me, in public but Mother is here and also so it seems Hermione's I don't know what to call him as I am not entirely sure I want to know. He's older and dressed in a tailored suit and has a perfect smile. Am I intimidated? Hell no,you mustn't know me if you think I can be intimidated by another bloke.

I reply in French as I look at the man catching his eye.

Je suis Draco, Draco Malfoy. (I am Draco,Draco Malfoy)

avons-nous jamais rencontré ? Vous semblez très familier. (have we ever met? You seem very familiar.)

The man shakes his head but then gestures with his eyes back at Weasley who seems to still be dazed a bit and replies to me in response.

Je ne crois pas ainsi, toutefois je sais qui vous êtes. Mlle Hermione requise un jour pour se choyer et pour excuser veuillez ma hardiesse mais lui semble que vous êtes mis au courant de ma maîtresse ?

(I do not believe so, however I do know who you are. Miss Hermione needed a day to pamper herself and please excuse my forwardness but it seems that you are acquainted with my Mistress? )

I am taken aback a moment as I see in his eyes he has noticed my semi discomfort as he then tells me..

Est tout à fait je dis, elle ce que vous appelez chercher est elle pas ? She' ; s beau et ceci imbécile à ma gauche ont fait son cri. Je ne l'aime pas du tout mais, peut-être pouvons-nous nous dépanner oui ?

(I say, She is quite what you call fetching is she not? She's beautiful and this imbecile at my left made her cry.. I do not like him at all and yet, perhaps we can help each other out yes?)

I for a moment am quiet as I begin to think and as I do I smirk as I nod and reply to him cooly and with much confidence.

Oui, toutefois je pense que sa punition est cette vache il prend pour une amie maintenant. De quelque manière que votre maîtresse ? Est-ce que je peux demander signifient ce que vous par celui ? I don' ; t voient Hermione Granger comme le type pour dormir avec un homme marié.

(Yes, however I think his punishment is that cow he has for a girlfriend now.. However your Mistress? May i ask what do you mean by that? I don't see Hermione Granger as the type to sleep with a married man. )

It seems that Weasel made Hermione cry and broke up with her? Stupid idiot if she was my girl I'd never let her go and do anything in my power to make her happy. I now have another reason to not like Weasley and prove to myself how stupid he really is.

I take a calming breath as I hear Hermione's sweet voice call out.

"Can you help me with my zipper?"

I stand up and walk towards the curtained area and as I do I see her back is turned to me. And she is trying to unzip the dress and I am silent as I for a moment touch the side of her neck and unzip it. As I do so I can smell her scent, Gardenia and baby powder and I am not sure if I can control my growing infatuation with her. I hear a gasp and see that Brown Cow comes out, her eyes are wide as saucers and I give her a wink and to my surprise she smiles and nods and puts her fingertips to her lips and giggles. I close the door to the cubicle and whisper in her ear softly.

"People might talk if they found us alone in here together. What are you doing here Hermione?"

She turns and looks at me a moment as she does I notice she is taking in my appearance and drops her eyes a moment. Then as if burned she looks back up at me and a slight blush stains her cheeks. I smile gently as I for a moment can't help but caress her cheek her skin is soft like rose petals and I am entranced by her so enthralled I don't think and I am about to lean in and kiss her when I hear.

"I will murder that son of a bitch if he touches her"

I look into her eyes and roll my own towards behind me and she shakes her head a moment.

"His loss Hermione, I just want you .. I mean want you to know that not all of us are imbeciles like Ronald Weasley. She's a cow and doesn't hold a candle to your beauty. Now I better go before I get thrown out of here and my Mother boxes my ears. Also I might suggest if you want to get back at Weasley, you come out in that swimsuit there and kiss me this time. What do you think? "

I look at her and see the wheels in her brain turning and for a moment I just wonder what she is about to do. I know she wonders what my game is. I would be happy to tell her it would be my throwing her up against the wall and taking her right now and showing her what a real man can do. However I can't confess this nor anything else at the moment.

"Just go with it Hermione for now, we can discuss this later in detail as I know your Head Girl am I right?"

I ask her point blank and she nods and she speaks, My lady speaks and shocks me with her words. I never expected her to comply so easily and yet I can tell she has revenge on the youngest Weasley male on her mind. So Slytherin of her, I'm proud and very pleased.

"Truce, on one condition, we are going to be working very close to each other this year, You are Head Boy I am pleased actually. Also my conditions are, you do not fall in love with me. Sex is workable we can discuss it. So what do you have in mind?"

I smirk as she accepts this and I look at her with all sincerity.

"Simple, as of this moment everyone will think we are together, In fact I may let it slip on purpose to rile Weasley up a bit. If you want him back believe me he'll crawl on glass to kiss your feet when we are done. I would invite you and Andre to lunch with Mother and I and perhaps she might get off my back about getting married also. Honestly I'm not ready but maybe we can help each other out. I notice your wearing a ring, are you and Andre spoken for? "

She shakes her head and laughs a moment. I raise an eyebrow at that and smile as I kiss her then a chaste kiss but enough to bridge the distance. I am in the middle of kissing her when the door of the cubicle opens and to my dread it's my Mother but she isn't looking angry, no she is smiling and I clear my throat then I say in a voice that is,searching Hermione's eyes for something to tell me to go on.

"Play along please"

I mouth as I turn to look at my Mother.

"Mother, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Hermione Granger, Hermione this is my Mother, Narcissa Malfoy .Now that this is done perhaps in a bit we can have lunch together? That is after you both have done your shopping? I know that I promised you a shopping day mum and yet, I wasn't expecting Hermione to be here honestly."

I stammer like a small child caught with their hand in the cookie jar and am surprised as Hermione cuts in and extends her hand towards Mother.

"It is finally nice to meet you Mrs Malfoy, I surprised Draco you see and well my fashion coordinator was helping me select new outfits for the school year, I accept your invitation to lunch Draco thank you. Also I think that perhaps before we cause a scandal you better sneak out of here before that idiot Ronald causes a real scene, as it is I know Andre perhaps has his hands full."

Hermione to my relief is accepted by mum and I make my way out of the changing room and Mum sticks her head out the curtain a moment.

"Thank you for your help my son, I will be but a minute and I am almost finished with these,. Mr Weasley I ask you watch your tongue as there are ladies present and also I believe you owe my son an apology for calling me a.. foul term. perhaps I will speak with your mother on teaching you manners"

Ronald Weasley is redder than his hair if possible and I bite my cheek not to laugh that is until I turn to see Andre grinning and I reply in perfect French.

Elle et moi ont un arrangement, nous devons prendre le déjeuner ensemble et faire des emplettes ensemble. Laissez l'exposition commencer. Weasley va en obtenir sa vengeance et puis venant à lu

(She and I have an arrangement, we are to have lunch together and shop together. Let the show begin. Weasley is going to get his revenge and then some coming to him.)

Weasley is beside himself with jealousy, I kissed Hermione Granger and all in all this has become a perfect day, I don't mind shopping so much anymore. Now as long as my Father doesn't flip out then it would be perfect.