~*~The Glamour~*~

Issac came to bring her backstage after the show ended and the only thing remaining of his stage persona was the grease that kept his hair in a mohawk. He cupped her elbow and led her through the cool area and the back rooms.

"Be sure Potter knows I support him becoming nothing. It would better for everyone." he said as they passed the first room they'd spoken in.

"Oh, sure. It was at the top of my priorities." Hermione muttered, half-wanting to fetch her arm back from his grasp. Issac chuckled and it made her tingly in the wrongest of way.

He opened the door marked with the band's name and paused. "Will, do you mind? Aurora's in here."

Hermione peeked over Issac's shoulder and saw the drummer sniffing some type of powder up his nose. Aurora glanced at her 'brother' and sighed. "I'll go out for a walk." she brushed past them and Issac called out.

"You shouldn't go alone!" but the girl merely answered, "I'm always alone.", and vanished out the back door.

Hermione stood quietly and then turned around. "The first room is fine."

Issac was silent until the door to the white room closed. "He isn't always like that."

"You don't have to explain. It's fairly common in muggle bands that are shot into fame quickly."

"Great...we're a typical muggle band. Just what I wanted for Christmas." Hermione laughed despite herself and cleared her throat once she realized what she had done.

"How are they related?" she asked.

"He found me somewhere in London and she found him after she ran away from home. Carmen took us into his house and sometime during the night the Sons were born."

"Surely a Death Eater's first thought isn't singing?"

"Surely every Gryffindor's first thought isn't foolishness?" He rolled his eyes. "We're not all the same."

The flowers were freshly watered, the cups were different colors and the pillows on the couch had moved positions. When she turned to look back at Issac, he was right behind her.

"Why are you wearing this?" he asked her, breaking her personal space by running his hand up her chest. He stopped his hand on her sternum and she could feel his body heat through the cloth.

"I wasn't going to wear what I wore yesterday." she replied, stepping back.

"No complaints from me, Granger. You usually dress like an old lady...as far as I remember."

"You never really explained how you know me. Care to tell?" Hermione was more than a little tired of his teasing and the way he dangled his knowledge right in front of her, but the glamour made it impossible to pin him down.

"If you break the spell, maybe you'll find out. It'd take too much time to recount every detail of our...relationship." He watched her with those laughing eyes and she snapped.

"Look, I don't want to have to do this spell. All you have to do is remove the glamour."

The blond man opposite her opened his arms in invitation. "Do whatever you want."

Hermione brandished her wand and gave him one moment to change his mind, casting a silencing spell on the room, but he just waved her on so she began the collapsing spell. Bill's spell was more will-driven than word-driven and she pressed against the glamour until she found the foundation. It was twisted around Issac's spine like a gnarled tree and she slowed herself down to avoid injuring him by accident.

"What are you doing?" he asked her and he seemed confused.

"I'm working. Shut up for a moment, please."

"Hurry up, then. I don't think you mean it to feel like it feels."

Hermione put the split second thought out of her mind and continued to work around the base of the spell, carving a little niche between him and the magic. Once it was all separated, she could shove it off and it would collapse completely. Bill did this for certain wards in the vaults or on artifacts he was commissioned to rid of curses. It was very advanced and she could feel herself sweating from the effort.

With each tendril of the tree that she removed, it grew harder to remove them. But Hermione wasn't top of her class for nothing and she persevered past when she would usually stop.

"Just one more." she grunted and began to pry the thickest one off. Issac screamed and she was glad she had cast a silencing spell before they began. The glamour was pushing back at her and she had to focus her magic on simply withstanding it for a moment before she threw herself into the magic and the last tendril broke like a bone. Issac collapsed to the ground and Hermione did as well, taking a moment to catch her breath.

"It would have been easier if you had just..." but lips muffled whatever she was going to say and she tasted fire on her tongue.

Issac's body was pressed against hers on the floor and his hand were pulling at her hair. She wanted to say she didn't like it at all, but she knew it was a lie. He could sing and he could kiss, she felt completely lost as he moved to deepen the hold his mouth had on hers.

For a long moment, she was stunned and petrified in the kiss, then she remembered herself and pushed him away. "What in Merlin's name...?" she glanced up and the man with the mohawk and her lip gloss on his lips wasn't Issac Turin at all.

"Malfoy?" she whispered, astonished.

"I have my own name you know."

"Draco." she said, almost sure she was losing her mind.

"That must be the first time you've said my name without some form of disdain." he smirked at her. "How'd it taste?"

Her fist flew across the space between them and he reeled back in shock. Hermione found her feet and stumbled back with her hand on her mouth.

"You bastard!" she wiped the kiss from her skin with her wrist. "What is all this? Some call for attention?"

"You could call it that if you want. My father did before Potter put him away. They say the spell will die with the wizard...we already know I shouldn't hope for my father's death. It didn't help with the Mark."

"He cast the glamour?" Hermione was staring at Draco, but he was looking like Issac again and she frowned. "What are you doing?"

He returned her frown and she stepped forward. "Are you recasting it?"

He started to laugh and she could only just remember who she was staring at because she was forcing herself to. "My father wins again." Issac sighed. "Thanks for trying at least. We won't be here tomorrow. So don't come looking." he turned and left like he had the first night and Hermione stopped him.

"But I know you're Draco." she told him. "I can still tell it's you...underneath."

"And that's the only way you'll ever see me. Through Issac." he kissed her lips again and she was rooted to the spot as he left the room.

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