A/n
I couldn't resist. I had to post another chapter. You guys are absolutely amazing. And writing this has really helped me and my best friend out. We've been on some rough terms lately. So thanks, and here's chapter 7 (:
Hermione's POV
Draco took off with Nicole and I headed off to get ready. I chugged the rest of my drink down, the non-alcoholic kind, and went to get dressed. Shit, what exactly am I supposed to wear?
Without really thinking about it I reached for the phone.
"Ginny?" I said speaking into the receiver. "Is that you?"
"No, sorry 'Mione. Gin is out cold. Is there anything I can do for you though?" Harry said quietly. He was more than likely in the same room as his sleeping wife.
"No, that's alright Harry. I can give Luna a call. I'll see you around."
"Love you, Hermione. Take care," Harry said and the phone went dead. I was about to call Luna next, but something stopped me.
I went into Draco's room. It had to be here somewhere. I found his little black book full of his friends, and old girlfriends names. B, I thought, B. ah!
"Blaise?" I said uncertainly.
"Hermione? What's up angel?" I rolled my eyes. I was almost sure he could hear me from over the phone.
"I don't know what to wear. I was hoping you could give me a hand…" I said quietly. I hated asking for help.
"Why? Just because I'm gay, you think I have a clothing obsession?" Blaise asked fiercely.
"No. I mean. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I stuttered trying to correct my mistake.
"Well, lucky for you I'm quite good with a credit card and I tend to know what looks good. Open the floo network. I'll be there in 57 seconds."
"What are you, 80?" Blaise asked me, slightly annoyed. We had been at this for the better part of the hour. I had shown him a flower printed dress. It wasn't form fitting, but it was a beautiful shade of blue. And the little white flowers made it look even better. I told Blaise so and he circled around me. He pulled out his wand and aimed it at me.
"What are you doing?" I asked incredibly weary.
"Making some improvements," he smiled. And a purple spark shot out of his wand. It enveloped me and my dress seemed to not only cling to my body, but shorten. It was now cut right above my knee.
"What did you do!" I howled. Blaise shook his head at me.
"Go look in the mirror you little baby." I turned and looked. Blaise had done my hair for me first, so it was done in drop curls. My face was enhanced by some kind of light make up. And the dress looked, well, really good.
"You're welcome," Blaise said kissing my cheek. "You go on ahead. I'm going to hang around here and adjust the rest of your clothes. You are a girl. It wouldn't hurt for you to look like one," he said twirling his wand.
I stuck my tongue at him.
"Oh real mature Granger. Go put on a pair of shoes and go meet your date. He is a muggle, right?" Blaise asked me.
"Yes, but his sister is a witch, so he knows about me. He's Penelope Clearwater's younger brother."
"Hmm. Callum Clearwater then, huh? Sounds like an actor's name. He should look into that. So go on. Get out," he said with a wave of his hand. I gave him a hug and rushed out the door, shoes dangling in my hands.
"Ms. Granger?" I looked up to see Callum. We had seen each other at the supermarket, and he had approached me. He looked exactly like he had on Wednesday. Kind of hot.
Callum had brown hair, bright hazel eyes and a friendly smile. He also had a killer body that rivaled Draco's.
"Cut it out Callum," I smiled. I stood up to give him a hug. He sat down across from me.
"So sorry I'm late. I had a slight errand to run for my mom," he explained.
"Don't worry about it," I said brushing him off.
"So what's been happening with you?" he asked me after an awkward silence.
"Well I've moved in with my best friend. Which isn't always a good thing, because he's a guy and he doesn't seem to keen on hygiene," I laughed. Callum chuckled.
"Yeah, my sister mentioned you and a kid from Slytherin," he said.
"Oh, yeah. Well he isn't so bad really. A lot of the Slytherin's are okay, it was stupid, all those rivalries back in school," I shrugged.
"Well it's good you can put it all in the past."
"Me too."
"You're lucky you only have to be in school for seven years," he told me. "I'm still in school and I'm a year older than you are."
"Right. You're in your second year at the university. You're really lucky. I would've loved to be able to go to school for so long," I said honestly.
"Please, feel free to take my place," he laughed. "So, tell me more about your roommate." He said, surprising me. Blaise said to avoid talking about Draco, as he was a topic I tended to gush about.
"Um, he's a good guy. Really nice. We haven't been friends for exceptionally long, only a couple years. But we've gotten really close."
"That's cool," Callum nodded.
"Uh huh," I said and took a sip of my water.
I couldn't help but think about Draco. He was so much more than a nice guy. He was my world. He knew my worst fears, (disappointing people. And losing him.) My biggest accomplishments. My most valued possession. (The ring. The one he'd save for me. It was the last present my grandmother ever game me before she died.)
He knew it all. He knew how to make me mad, but he knew how to make me feel better. Even before we were roommates.
My nineteenth birthday. We were going out for dinner. Just the two of us, and he promised it'd be incredible. It was.
"McDonald's?" I asked, incredulous.
"Yeah. You said you like it here, right?" he said and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Well yeah. But this isn't really you. I mean, you said we would have to apparate here, because it's too far to walk. But you brought us to New York? For McDonalds?" I couldn't believe it.
"This isn't about me. This is about you. And I know you hate stuffy restaurants. Plus its an American restaurant. Well I guess its not really a restaurant. Anyways, go ahead and order. I don't know what's good here. You go pick. I swear I saw a slide over by the entrance," he said and walked away.
I grabbed our food and got us a table. Draco came back after a good 20 minutes.
"What were you doing?" I asked and stuck a fry into my mouth.
"Well," he started, but a little kid tugged on his sleeve, interrupting him.
"Drake! When are you coming back to play?" the kid asked. He looked about 4 years old. Draco smiled and shrugged at me.
"I don't know if I'll be able to Brian. But it was nice to meet you," Draco said simply. The kid reached his arms out to Draco. Draco stared at him, unsure of what to do.
Pick him up, I mouthed at him. Draco nodded and picked the kid up. Brian gave him a hug and then Draco put him back on his feet.
"See you later Drake!" Brian called and went back to his mom.
"Drake?" I asked laughing. Draco shrugged.
"He couldn't say Mr. Malfoy. So I had to help the little kid out.
"Uh huh," I told him and went back to eating.
"So I'm guessing you want to know what I got you for your birthday," Draco said nonchalantly.
"Course," I reasoned.
"Well here," he said and handed me a package. It was a picture of a plane.
"Um, thanks. Its great," I said slightly confused.
"You don't get it, do you?" he smirked.
"Nope," I said popping the 'p.'
"It's more like a promise," Draco explained. "When you find the time in your busy schedule, then let me know, and you can take a trip. My treat of course," he said smiling.
"Really? Thanks. It's great. Well better than before, because now I know what it is." He laughed.
"Glad you like it. I also got you this, but it's not nearly as cool," he said taking a bite out of his burger. "This is good," he said pointing at it.
I opened the box to find a pair of earrings. They were small silver studs, with diamonds studded in so they shined from every angle.
"I love them," I told him and went to put them on.
"Good. And I think I love this booger thing," he said, his mouth full.
"Burger, Draco. That is a burger."
I smiled at the memory, and then remembered that Callum was still with me. Callum. Not Draco. I was really not good at moving on.
