A/N: Just a short chapter to end Draco and Hermione's London stay. But chapter 9 had a doozy of a cliff-hanger, so...

Hermione boggled at the two blonde men facing each other. They could have been identical twins. She fought off a ridiculous urge to not let her eyes off Draco for a second, lest she become confused and snog – or more – the wrong bloke.

'Uh, Mr Fendalton,' she solemnly started.

He gave her a smile that turned her knees to water, to Draco's instant irritation. 'Call me Troy.'

'Oh. Thank you.' She tried again. 'We're very sorry about the photo that appeared in the newspaper. I hope it didn't cause you too much inconvenience.'

Troy exchanged looks with the other man, who introduced himself as Will, Troy's manager, and sat back down at the table. He snaffled a biscuit while Hermione and Draco sat opposite him.

'They say all publicity is good publicity,' said Will, stopping one of his phones from vibrating around the table on silent, 'so in a way, it was good. Then again, in a way it was' – he looked at Troy and sighed. 'We disagree on whether it was partly bad or all good.'

'Sage and I had been having some problems,' Troy murmured. 'Your photo was, for her, the last straw. She called me a cheating bastard and put our house on the market.'

Jean tutted in sympathy. Hermione groaned and dropped her head to the table.

'It's okay,' Troy assured her. 'The photo was the impetus we both needed to accept the inevitable and call it a day. That's why I think the photo is good news.'

'Unfortunately, Troy's been publicly branded as a cheating wanker,' Will said darkly. 'That's why I think the photo is not good news. Movie studios prefer to hire actors that keep their noses clean.'

Troy snorted. 'It's not like I'm mainlining heroin and stalking pre-teen girls. Which is more than one of your other clients could say.'

'Yeah, yeah, don't remind me,' Will said gloomily.

'Is there anything we could do to help dispel the cheating wanker myth?' Hermione asked.

'Well, now that you mention it' - Will started hopefully.

Troy raised a hand. 'You're under no obligation to do it. From me, anyway.'

'Do what?' Draco asked suspiciously.

'We were thinking of a photo of you and Troy,' Will said. He raised his hands up, as if framing a headline. ''Troy Fendalton Discovers Doppelgänger' or something like that. Then we'll have Draco explain the other photo was a case of mistaken identity and Bob's your uncle, mate.'

Draco followed everything except for the bit about someone's uncle. Anyway, he knew better than to make decisions like this without consulting his wise counsel, so he said 'Hermione and I need to have a quick talk,' and stood up from the table. Hermione followed, and they traipsed out into the garden.

'We did stuff him around, and the picture might make amends,' she said thoughtfully.

'Is this going to affect me negatively in some way?' Draco got straight to the important bit.

'Not if you keep disguising yourself when we head out in Muggle areas.'

He scowled mightily and kicked the swing.

'One issue could be your name,' Hermione added, frowning at his itty bitty pity party.

'You want me to change my name, too?' he snapped. 'Bloody hell, woman.'

'No, of course, not,' she replied soothingly. 'It's just there are people who are good at tracking other people down from the barest amount of information. I'm just wondering what will happen if someone tries to look you up after reading the article, and to their surprise and suspicion, not a single trace of you can be found.'

'So I can't use a fake name for the same reason,' Draco mused.

'No. I think it might be best if you ask to be kept anonymous and tell them you're not interested in the publicity.'

Draco sighed. 'Okay,' he said, with a lingering pinch of grudge.

With that, Hermione headed back to the house.

'I'll be there in a minute,' called Draco, and pulled out his phone.

Once agreement was obtained, Will wanted to book in one of the more tolerable entertainment journalists and a professional photographer, but Hermione, Draco and Troy put their feet down. Will would have to fulfill both roles instead.

Jean silently thanked the Lord that this actor and his manager didn't turn up unannounced to the house yesterday, when it was practically awash with bird poo.

Hermione hid a smile at the results of Draco's lightning-fast introduction to fame and – well, he already had a fortune. In spades, by the sound of it. Will and Troy were very patient, placing Draco's body just so, angling his face just so, adjusting his hair - which no-one (except Hermione, if she was fast, or they were in the middle of sex) touches except himself – just so.

But she imagined he'd draw the line at having his tackle re-arranged if Troy wore his on the opposite side, so to speak.

In return, Draco was very nearly mostly patient with Will's interminable posing positions and endless fluffy questions.

The doorbell frantically ran, and Hermione, who was keeping out of the trajectory of Will's camera (despite his best efforts to include her), hustled down the hall to answer the door.

It was Daisy, clutching the handlebars of a bicycle and gasping for breath.

'Oh' – puff – 'hey' – pant – 'Hermione!' Daisy stuttered between taking in great lungfuls of air. 'Draco said it was' – puff – 'urgent, so I dashed' – pant – 'over right away.'

Hermione was a tad surprised to see the rather dishevelled Daisy expiring on her parent's doorstep. Draco never mentioned anything to her about requiring Daisy's immediate presence. 'Go right through,' she smiled. 'He's in the living room. I'll take your bike.'

'Thanks!' Daisy soared past her, down the hall and into the living room.

Hermione trundled off to the garage with the bike.

'Hey Draco!' Daisy sang out as she flounced in. 'Where's the fire – oh!'

She pulled up uncertainly when Will turned around at the sound of her voice. 'Sorry, I didn't know you had company,' she blushed.

Troy - on the settee - opened his mouth, but was saved from social awkwardness by Draco himself, who wandered into the room from the kitchen.

Daisy glanced distractedly at the new arrival – and froze.

'Ah! Daisy, you're here!' he said cheerfully. 'You said you were a fan of Troy Fendalton, right? I figured that since he was here, you might want to meet – huh.' He squinted at her. 'You all right?'

Daisy's mouth opened and closed repeatedly on auto-pilot. Draco just made out the words 'Omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod' etc and so forth. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates, and they danced between the two young men at the speed of the light.

Troy, ever the gentleman, stood up from the settee. 'Hi! Daisy, is it?' he smiled, striding over. 'Nice to meet you.'

But it was all too much for the awe-struck, star-struck girl. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her face turned chalky white, and it was Goodnight Nurse for Miss Dorchester.

Such a pity she wasn't awake to see herself fall into Troy's surprised arms in a dead faint.

Will was despatched to locate Hermione.

Meanwhile, Draco peered at Daisy, now laid out on the settee, with a worried Troy holding her hand. Draco raised an eyebrow at Troy. 'Do you get this type of reaction often?' he asked politely.

'No, can't say it's common,' Troy murmured.

Hermione stormed into the living room. 'Honestly,' she snapped. 'I leave you two alone for a one minute, and look what you've done!'

Ashamed, Troy opened his mouth to execute an apology, but Draco stopped him with a hand on his arm and a quick shake of his head. Hermione was in the 'Letting off Steam' stage of her temper, and he knew very well that it was pointless to try and hustle the process along by apologising before the requirement fell due.

She knelt by Daisy's prone body and checked her breathing and pulse. 'Did she hit her head when she fell?'

'N – no,' stammered Troy.

'Good.' She raised Daisy's legs on some cushions and watched her face for signs of colour returning. Then she looked up at Draco and glared lasers at him. 'I hope you're satisfied,' she growled.

Draco looked mystified. 'Why on earth would I be?'

She fixed him with a look. 'Are you saying you didn't urgently message Daisy to come around so you could pull a twin prank on her?'

'No!' he retorted, affronted. 'I remembered her saying how fond she was of Troy, so I messaged her to come around ASAP because I didn't know how much longer he'd be staying.'

Hermione looked at Daisy and scratched her head. 'So, Daisy's out cold because you thought you would doing something nice for her?'

Draco thought about it. 'I know it looks bad,' he conceded, 'but - yes.'

She took Draco's hand and pulled him down to kneel next to her. Her eyes were soft. 'You're a daft fool,' she smiled.

Draco normally would have been a little offended to be called both daft and a fool, but her soft kiss on his lips took the unintended sting of her words away.

Troy turned tactfully away from the couple, feeling a bit bereft. Things with Sage had to end, there was no doubt. But he couldn't help feel a little lonely in the company of two (slightly odd) people in love.

Especially when one of them looked exactly like him, damn it.

Daisy came around and was re-introduced to Troy, who was the perfect attendant gentleman. Will, seeing a new angle for his article, didn't need to negotiate too hard to convince Daisy to pose for a few photos with two drop-dead gorgeous young men. She just needed to raid Hermione's wardrobe and make-up stash first.

A short while later, Daisy had the afternoon of her young life, living the ultimate teenage dream - posing with Draco, then Troy, then Draco and Troy, and answering Will's inane questions, such as 'How did you feel when you met your idol Troy Fendalton?' etc etc.

At last, even Will was satisfied that he had enough shots and copy to wrangle the public with. He hoped that no-one noticed the surreptitious shot he took of Draco and Hermione kissing earlier. Rather ironic, when you think about it.

Finally, much to Daisy's woe, it was time for Troy (and Will) to depart. Troy raised the bar for celebrity kindness to fans, recording all sorts of photos, video clips and messages on Daisy's phone so that she could smugly show them off to friends at school who weren't particularly nice friends, anyway. He declined to give her his phone number, though.

But he took hers.

He did give his number to Draco , who also exchanged his. 'Don't worry,' Troy grinned, 'I won't be offering you work as a body double'-

'It was just a thought!' protested Will.

'But if we're in the same area one day, maybe we could grab a beer?'

Draco smiled. 'Yeah, that would be good.'

They shook hands in the time-honored tradition of Muggle men, i.e. half hug/half handshake, which Draco had to rather quickly master, seeing as it wasn't a common method of greeting in the Wizarding world.

Troy kissed Hermione in the English style, i.e. on one cheek. She heard a faint growling sound nearby, but kept her grin to herself. Silly, possessive, lovable man.

Troy did the same with Daisy, to her utter delight. In fact, he did it twice, since she insisted that someone take a photo of the most romantic moment of her life EVER.

(Now, as well as a hand, Daisy had a cheek she never wanted to wash again).

The rest of Draco and Hermione's London holiday passed happily, with sight-seeing jaunts in the mornings and outrageous bouts of sex in the afternoons, making sure to always be back at the Grangers in time for tea.

And then, the time came for our couple to pack for departure to The Burrow.

Crookshanks was most upset to witness Draco's imminent departure, making his unhappiness known with constant mournful meows, saucer-wide 'How Could You Do This To Me?'eyes and multiple forays into Draco's trunk to stow away. Hermione received a cursory nose bump and a handful of loose fur.

The results of their London holiday stock take were as follows:

Number of lectures on safe Muggle sex attended: zero.

Number of times they had sex: too many to count, although Hermione felt a little guilty at times about deceiving her parents. Until Draco kissed her and made her forget again.

Number of hats acquired: one.

Numbers of rings acquired: one.

Number of rings handed back to the Malfoy representative: zero.

(After a rather peppery conversation): number of rings Hermione was holding on to, 'just in case': one, but she told Draco she wasn't wearing it at The Burrow. For the sake of his own health.

Number of stories exchanged about what various members of the Rochester family subjected to either Draco or Hermione's person: zero.

Number of nightmares: just the one, and believe me, it was enough.

Number of times Draco made Hermione cry: one. And he's still cut up about it.

Number of times Draco irritated Hermione: plenty. But none of them matter.

Number of occasions they caught each other's glance and communicated, without words, their love: endless times.

A/N: Farewell, London! We'll miss you. But now we're Weasley-bound! Chapter 11 is in progress!