A/N: Hey guys, I had actually finished writing this story a while back but when I went to uload it I realised, being the idiot I occasionally am that I lost all of my chapters. Anyway, I kinda got shitty about this story about this story and really didn't want to write, not to mention I was once again sick. Anyway I'm all better now and finally managed to pull chapter 4 together, the next chapter will be the hardest for me to write simply because of the amount of detail, love and effort I put into my first copy. So bear with me. Anyway, Enjoy!
Chapter 4:
Courtney and Alex were waiting for the elevator to reach their floor, Courtney was dressed in a neon pink strapless gown, it had enormous slits up each thigh, reaching her hip bone, no underwear line could be seen. The bottom and top of the gown had neon yellow ruffles, and yellow 6' heels. It was a pretty hideous combination. Alex was wearing the opposite, a long sleeved, skin tight, neon orange dress that barely reached the top of her thigh, honestly, the girl couldn't bend over without displaying her private parts to the world. Her feet were clad in chunky black heels. Their skin was orange from the fake tan they'd done themselves in the bathroom, thick uneven, black eyeliner, and bright eye shadow. Alex had curled her hair into loose ringlets, and had put an orange flower in her hair, Courtney had her hair dead straight.
Just as the two sisters had started to tap their feet and sigh with impatience, the elevator doors opened, the sisters strode on it without even glancing at the other occupants.
"Grandma, who are they?" they heard a young girl's voice ask, spinning around, Courtney looked down on the little girl, she looked around 5yrs old, and wore what was obviously a very expensive pale pink dress. A sliver of silver caught Courtney's eye and she looked to see a small diamond bracelet on the little girl's wrist.
Jean Granger, seeing that Courtney was eyeing up a 5-YEAR-OLD to determine whether she was worthy enough, quickly intervened. "They're your mummy's cousin Arya, dear. The girl in the pink dress in Courtney, and the girl in the orange dress is Alex."
"Oh okay, they look kind of scary, and their skin is very orange, like an Oompa Loompa." Arya said softly,
Jean smacked her husband Jacob softly on the hand as he choked on his laughter. Before being able to damage control however, Taylor intervened.
"It's called a fake tan sis, it looks like a home job, like they did it themselves. That's why it doesn't look very good. It doesn't match the odd dresses they're wearing either." Taylor turned from where he had been talking to Arya to address the two girls.
"You know, my mum's quite good at dressing, and she also has her own personnel designer, if you'd like you could probably ask her for some tips." Taylor said, his head was cocked to the side, observing and studying the girl's outfits. "In fact, even Grandma and Grandad have better taste than that."
Jean was getting a little worried, while the two girls were always disgusting and terribly mean to her daughter, her grandson was right, they did look quite silly, and by the looks on their faces, they must have been starting to realise it to. As Jean tried to come up with a way to defuse the situation and possibly give her two nieces a little confidence, the elevator stopped with a start, before moving up, and up and up, towards the top floors.
"Mummy and Daddy must have used their special card to get the elevator to go up faster." Arya said,
Just as Arya finished speaking, the elevator door's opened up, Jean and Jacob Granger, Arya, Taylor and Eragon, Courtney and Alex were all faced with the image of Miss Hermione, wrapped in the arms of a Mr Blaise Zabini…snogging. Jacob cleared his throat.
"Blaise, as much as I love the fact you're my son in law, I don't really need to see you snogging my daughter senseless."
Courtney and Alex watched on in disbelief and even a little sadness as Blaise lifted his head, turned around and... WINKED at Jacob Granger.
"In that case dad, spin around for a second so I can finish."
Jacob let out a booming laugh, "You're a cheeky kid. Have I ever told you that?"
"Since the day you met me, Sir." Blaise replied.
Hermione watched as her husband and father started joking around, turning her eyes she smiled at her children and then turned to face her mother. Her mother looked worried, cocking her head to the side in a question, she watched as her mother gestured to the two lucratively dressed woman. With a start, she realised it was her two horrid cousins.
"Oh dear," Hermione sad softly. As those two words left her mouth, she watched in slow motion as both girl's eyes filled with tears. Despite everything Courtney and Alex had put her through, Hermione knew she couldn't let them embarrass themselves so ridiculously. "Courtney, Alex, I forgot to ask your earlier today, but my designer gave me some dress that might fit you, for tonight, would you like to take a look?"
Her cousins looked up in disbelief, here was Hermione, dressed immaculately, married to the most handsome man on the planet, rich, smart, beautiful, and encased and loved by her little family, offering to help them. The woman they bullied for years. Both girls looked at each other before turning back to Hermione, nodding their heads slowly. "Yes please" Courtney whispered.
"Well follow me then." Reaching out her hands, Hermione clasped onto her cousins hands and guided them gently down the short hall leading to her suite. "I'll meet you down there in half an hour, let the others know well be late, Blaise, behave." She threw over her shoulder, as she walked away.