The response and feedback to Camera Lenses and Pointe Shoes (CL&PS) has been amazing! You all are truly amazing. Now that summer quarter is over, I have some time to actually breathe and not be a student and hopefully get 2-3 more chapters posted before the beginning of the next quarter. I'm hoping this story will wrap up in 10-15 chapters, but truthfully I'm still trying to decide how I want it to end.

Also, I have this idea for a rather raunchy one-shot involving a Wizarding gentlemen's club so I'm deciding if I should write that up and post it before or after I finish CL&PS. Suggestions as to what I should do are welcome :)

But now *drum roll please*...chapter 4!

Being the daughter of voodoo witch doctors came with certain…"birthrights", once could say. One of these "birthrights" happened in the instant Marie saw Draco and Hermione made eye contact. Marie was born with a very keen awareness to atmosphere shifts and changes, especially in instances of people's emotions. Marie's parents told her stories about when she was a baby, Marie would cry if she sensed any negative energy enter into their home or would laugh uncontrollably when she sense intense happiness or joy. As she got older and matured, she was able to identify sensations in her body in relation to the feelings and emotions around her. The moment Draco and Hermione locked eyes, Marie felt a familiar tingling sensation in between her legs that usually only appeared when with her fiancé. Well, that was unexpected. Marie also felt an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Fear? Confusion? And why her heart beating so fast all of a sudden? Tucking all of these signals in the back of her mind to examine later and watching the blond and brunette awkwardly try to avoid each other's gaze, Marie finally spoke up.

"Anyone want to fill me in on what's going on here?"

"Huh? Oh right…" Hermione seemed to snap out of the moment first, "Well, we actually…funny, really…Malfoy and I know each other already. From Hogwarts..."

"Oh, okay…and you're calling him Malfoy why?"

Draco finally found his voice again. "We weren't exactly friends…" he eyed the brunette standing across from him trying to gage how much or how little he should say about that. Hermione refused to look in his direction, but continued his line of thought. "We're weren't even associates, if we're being completely honest."

Marie chuckled awkwardly. "Well…that's peachy. Let me find out ten plus years later that you both hated the other's guts."

Draco scrunched up his face in confusion. "Wait, you never knew we knew each other? How is that possible?"

"You never mentioned each other; it was all 'Gryffindors suck' and 'Slytherins are evil', but no specific mentions," Marie said walking over to Hermione, giving her friend a quick hug before playing in her mid-length wavy chocolate hair trying to decide how to style it for the shoot. Maybe a bed-head look…

"Wait, wait, wait…he was the blond boy you mentioned at the Yule Ball?!" Hermione's eyes widened as the pieces finally clicked together. She looked at Marie accusingly, as the black girl continued to mess with her hair as if nothing was wrong.

Draco stood confused for a moment, then ran a hand through his tousled hair and groaned as he came to an understanding. "And this was the friend you were at Hogwarts visiting."

"And now that we have that out of the way," Marie said with finality in her voice, "let's get this shoot started. Hermione, to makeup and Draco, go get the set ready for the first outfit." Both parties continued to stand awkwardly. "Now, please."

Draco and Hermione shot in opposite directions, leaving Marie to her thoughts for a few moments. Why do I get the feeling these two are going to be the death of me, she thought shaking out her kinky-coily hair before walking to help Draco with the set.

…

Hermione looked at Malfoy and Marie's reflection in the mirror as the make-up artist worked on her make-up for the shoot. The differences were quite obvious, but overall Hermione would have never guessed the two would ever be friends, let alone speak to each other. Especially with Malfoy's blood-purity shit. Hermione was aware of Marie's parentage but also knew that there were some differences in voodoo magic and wizarding magic. On the surface, it would seem that a "pureblood" is a "pureblood" across the board, but that wasn't always the case and Hermione just knew that Malfoy would hold that to its core. Despite his narrow-minded, dated, prejudice beliefs, Hermione couldn't ignore that he had grown up…a lot. His black long sleeve button down with the sleeves cuffed to his elbows and black trousers made him look brooding and mysterious and oh so sexy and for a brief moment, Hermione's mind drifted to what could possibly be under that black long sleeve button down with the sleeves cuffed to his elbows and black trousers…

"So for your hair…I think I kind of like it as is. Maybe we'll just fluff it up? Tease it out a little for a slight bed-head look?" Marie's voice jolted Hermione out of her thoughts. She nodded, actually extremely grateful for the distraction; her thoughts had a tendency to go down rabbit holes and that was not one she wanted to go down any time soon.

…..

Draco was mesmerized, watching Granger model Marie's clothing. Marie said the reason she wanted Hermione to model for the shoot was because as a dancer, she had an awareness of her body that gave that extra edge with modeling lingerie. Hermione doesn't have to do anything extra, Marie explained, she just has to move and the lingerie speaks to women everywhere. Frankly, Draco had no idea what the hell Marie was getting at, but her lingerie on Granger was surely speaking to him. Of course, he was on his best professional behavior at the shoot, giving direction when needed, providing feedback, and the like. But he couldn't ignore the fact the frizzy haired, self-righteous, pain in his ass from his youth had grown up. She could very well still be a self-righteous pain in his ass, but Granger damn sure no longer the frizzy haired, plain Jane he remembered from school. No, before him today was a grown ass woman. Her hair had tamed, and she had the solid body of a well-versed dancer. With great tits and a fabulous ass, Draco noted mentally as he took a series of profile shots that just happened to display these assets. Her legs, though…Merlin, her legs. Draco understood that her legs were her livelihood so, of course, they would look great but still. He had to take a moment to get himself together by the time they got to the last outfit of the shoot: a lace bralette-panty set. For this outfit, Marie decided to pull Granger's hair up into a high messy bun and pin a veil to the bottom of the bun. Granger's legs seemed to go for days, and as he shot her in a multitude of different positions, on her toes or posed in a seated position, it took him a few moments to register that his mind had drifted to thinking about those legs wrapped around his waist as he had his deliciously wicked way with her…

"Okay, I think we got it," Draco said much more quickly, and high pitched, than he intended. Marie and the small staff cheered as Marie ran and tackle-hugged Hermione sending both girls into a fit of giggles. Draco snapped a few candid shots of the two friends hugging and laughing, and overheard Marie asking Hermione to join them for lunch.

"He was being a baby earlier so I promised him lunch in Diagon Alley after the shoot," Marie laughed rolling her eyes.

Hermione reached to her hair and gently took out the comb that held the veil in place. "Um…actually, I think I'm going to head to the studio and get some work done. But we'll get together soon? Girls night before the big day?"

Marie nodded enthusiastically and hugged her friend again. "Absolutely!"

Hermione smiled at Marie, and Draco felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her smile.

…

"Okay, so what's the deal with you and Hermione? Oh, wait…it's "Granger" right?" Marie raised her perfectly arched eyebrow at Draco as she took a sip of the white wine she opted to have with her lunch of a rather large Caesar salad with blackened chicken. Marie held up her end of the deal about lunch, and the pair ended up at a new bistro that had raging reviews in the Wizarding community. The food was decent enough, but Marie definitely planned to make a nice pot of jambalaya when she got home. Growing up in New Orleans can spoil your tastebuds.

Draco eyed Marie from his seat as he casually swirled the red wine in his glass. "Well…Granger and I went to school together. She was an insufferable, pretentious, pain in the ass, and on top of all that she's a Muggleborn. She was brilliant, mind you, but dearest Daddy couldn't have a "Muggleborn"," he used air quotes which Marie interpreted as Draco using a nicer alternative for the actual word his father would have used, "besting the Malfoy heir. So I took to being a shithead towards her…which was easy enough because, like I said before, she was insufferable, pretentious, and a pain in my ass."

"So…basically you had a thing for her."

Draco's eyes widened momentarily before resume their cool nonchalant stare. "And you came to this conclusion, how?"

"Because I've known you long enough to know that if unless you have some interest in something, you leave things alone. If Hermione were really that annoying in school and it didn't bother you, you would've just ignored her…" Marie took a sip of wine, "…and ya' didn't."

Draco stared pointedly at his finished plate, trying to ignore the accuracy of Marie's statement. He had ordered the shepherd's pie; it was definitely tasty, but he hoped Marie was planning to cook jambalaya in the very near future…

"You know, I sensed something at the shoot. Between you and Hermione. I sensed a lot of somethings, actually. Care to share with the class what was going on with you back there?"

Draco choked on the sip of wine he had just taken before Marie's rather pointed question. He knew she knew exactly what he was feeling, but he wasn't about to go into that right now. He wasn't about to entertain those thoughts with his best friend in public.

"Make some jambalaya for dinner and maybe we can have that discussion."

Marie squinted her eyes and put down enough Galleons to cover both meals and tip. "You know, sometimes I think you only like me because I'm a good cook and I cook for you."

Draco feigned offense. "What? Me? I'm so hurt that you would think of me in such low regard…ow! Merlin, woman, I don't see how Blaise deals with this!" Draco rubbed the back of his head where Marie had swatted him on her way out of the restaurant. "But seriously…this jambalaya…"

So there it is! These next chapters are going to introduce a lot more Draco/Hermione, I promise, and also Marie's going to drop some knowledge. I also have a nice little sex scene written in my head for our favorite couple so please don't leave me! xx