A/N: Squeee! Let's go meet that movie star, shall we?
Life changing, oh yes
she is ready for him to
come and rock her world.
The day that will change my life forever is here no matter what. What to wear? Fandom gear of course, but not the shirt with his character. Maybe the one with the lightning bolt scarred hero? Then finally I decide on the black one with my favorite quote about finding happiness, dark, and light. A grey skirt that stops just above the knee, and grey Converse complete the outfit. I carefully lay out the chosen pieces on the bed. I open my backpack and take out the fancy little shopping bag, the contents wrapped in tissue and a ribbon. I had to make sure this wasn't lost with my suitcase if that happened, God forbid. I carefully unwrapped the lingerie set. I look at the lacy nude bra and matching thong which is really just a tiny scrap of fabric. The set cost more than I would ever spend on underwear or even clothing for that matter, but just in case...you can't fault a girl for hoping! In any event, it was worth the purchase because it made me feel sexier than I usually felt, which was usually not at all. I needed a confidence booster and that tiny set was definitely it. I tried to put up my hair up in a messy bun then decided no, I need to keep it loose. I ran my hands through my hair so a few of my curls would separate into ringlets and frame my face. A little blush, eyeliner, and waterproof mascara because I know for a fact I will burst into tears when I realize this is just a delicious dream and I've just woken up. Yes, I am about to meet an international movie star, but I cant help thinking I need to be me. Hopefully, he will like me just the way I am.
After a quick stroll around the village, I head towards where the discussion panel is taking place. I ask one of park employees behind a closed off section where the backstage entrance is and am pointed in the right direction. She eyes me after checking my credentials and says "Who will you be meeting?" and when I tell her, she squeezes my arm and says "Lucky you!" I walk towards the door and from my peripheral, I see she is giving me two thumbs up and I roll my eyes but make sure she doesn't see as I nod in acknowledgement.
I show all necessary credentials again and am finally backstage. Butterflies are turning somersaults in my tummy and I feel like I will most likely throw up at his feet. I am pacing, and then I stand still shaking my hands at my sides.
And then I see him.
He is leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of him and I wonder how long he's been watching me. Crap, I'm such a dork. He is smiling at me. He is dressed in a pale aqua tee, rolled up faded blue skinny jeans that looked like he was poured into them, and white sneakers, one with an embroidered bird on the top. His hair is a sexy, casual mess, but oh, what a sight to see. He is incredibly tall, but that is pretty much everyone when you're on the petite side like me. He strides towards me very much in character and says, "Hermione, right?" I nod, and he takes me in his arms for a full frontal hug. I am dying inside because oh my god, I am in his arms! My arms go automatically around him and I give him a little squeeze as I inhale his scent in. He smells wonderful. He rubs my back but then pulls apart from me, a little too soon for my liking. He says "This may take awhile, you okay watching back here?" He gestures toward a chair that has a nice view of the table where he will be sitting onstage. I nod again and he laughs, then winks as he squeezes my hand and says, "After this, we will have a proper introduction, yeah and I will be all yours." I smile then look at him and finally say after being rendered speechless in his presence, "I very much am looking forward to that." Someone comes up and tells him it's almost time. He touches my cheek before walking away towards the curtains on the stage.
His touch feather light
my skin is forever marked
I am a goner.
I sit, then quickly type this out. As he waits, he takes out his phone and does his famous character smirk. He "hearts" what I wrote immediately and winks at me. Hearing his name, he puts his phone away, swipes his hand over his hair and squares his shoulders with a quick look my way. He starts to wave as he walks out onto the stage. His name is the last announced. The crowd goes wild. I hear girls sobbing and the screams are deafening. As the Q and A goes on, I hear girls with trembling voices asking him shameful personal questions, including of course, is he seeing anyone? Us fans don't know because he doesn't post things like that, preferring to only post things that have caught his eye or about his adventures all over the world. He tactfully avoids giving a straight answer, only stating he has an idea of her and has asked the Universe to deliver. The host of the panel says, "I do believe there are many lovely ladies here that would be willing to help the Universe along!" He throws his head back and laughs, while the crowd agrees with the host's assessment with thunderous applause. He laughs even louder when the host asks for a show of hands, and almost every female (and some of the males) shoots one arm up immediately like a certain bushy-headed, know-it-all swot we know and love from this series.
I think back to one of our first interactions when I told him this exact same thing. I am gobsmacked. Am I arrogant enough to think he could possibly be talking about me? I can already feel the fallout from the fans stating I am not pretty/skinny/smart/deserving enough of such a man. Then my mind comes crashing back to reality and over thinker I am, I chastise myself because this will never even happen. I tell myself to get a grip. I'm going to meet him, savor my precious time with him, and then go home and back to reality. It's not like we are talking forever here. I instead focus on the fact that I am going to have him all to myself in just a moment, and a little tingle goes through my body at the thought.
About an hour later, a man comes over and tells me Draco will be leaving in a few minutes. He says he'll escort me to his accommodations, if that's all right with me. The suite is befitting a celebrity. I look around in wonder. I walk towards the door to the bedroom and see clothes on the bed. I want to pick up his shirt, but instead lean over it. I can smell his scent and am intoxicated. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I am in his bedroom near his bed! I'm about to do a crazy happy dance when I hear footsteps and the click of a card being inserted in the doorlock. I immediately go back into the other room and sit down on the sofa. I think I forget to breathe as I realize that the moment is now here and finally, I get to be alone with him.