I'm bored. Hot if I sit here. Cold if I leave the room. Dog won't stop following me. He demands attention. I will now stop writing in fragments.
So it took forever for me to get this to Zoe, sorry but I've been busy. In other words lazy...well actually I have to write 3 drabbles for Live Journal communities and a dramione short for a LJ user but I haven't done any of that yet, so, yea...
I am so going to have acne scars...sorry, random.
ANYWHO, chapter nine, if you hate Astoria you'll be pleased with the next chapter... (kinda)
Chapter Nine
"Take a look at the Daily Prophet," Draco grinned tossing it to Hermione as she came through the kitchen door dressed for work.
On the front page was a picture of her and Draco 'kissing' on the Eiffel Tower. Hermione blushed at the memory and put the newspaper down, not caring to read it.
"People are severely perverted," Hermione muttered.
Draco chuckled, "And you didn't even read the article, Rita's gotten creative over the years."
"Lovely," Hermione said sarcastically.
A tapping came from the window above the sink where an ink black owl was waiting to be let in.
"Hello Aphrodite." Hermione smiled at Harry and Ginny's bird.
The bird released the letter then flew over to a little area where water and owl treats were set.
Hermione,
Pretending my aunt Myrtle's big butt! Have you seen the prophet today? It sure didn't look like pretending to me. Is he a good kisser? I've always wondered. It looks like for once Rita Skeeter did something good, huh? So when am I to expect my God-babies? Harry said to add that he wants to be the best man and I demand to be the bride's maid of honour. Ron is going to be so jealous! When are you going to reveal your identity to the press? Send me a letter ASAP; the owl won't leave you alone until you do.
Owl me right away,
Ginny
"Oh my Merlin, Ginny," Hermione shook her head.
"What did the little Weaslette say?" Draco asked.
"Nothing, nothing," Hermione sighed as the owl landed on her shoulder and latched on; looking like it wasn't going to be leaving for a very long time.
Hermione accio'd parchment and a quill and scribbled her response,
Gin,
I didn't kiss the git; I just made it look like it! Like I would really kiss him. It was the only way to avoid showing my identity and it makes a good story. Yes, I suppose Rita has done something useful, just wait till she finds out whom I am. As a heads up I'm going to personally, slowly, and painfully kill you, you get no God-babies, and tell Harry to watch his back the sarcastic git. I'm not sure when I'll reveal who I am but probably around next Saturday.
Sighed,
The Person Who Will Very Soon Kill You: Hermione.
Two owls flew through the window as Hermione tied her letter back onto Aphrodite. She recognized one owl, Hades, who was Luna and Blaise, but the other owl she didn't know but it had a stuck-up and important era about it. Pureblood family. Obviously.
The unknown owl hopped over to Draco and Hades hopped over to Hermione.
Hermione,
I'm afraid I might have to take Blaise to the hospital, he's laughing just a bit too hard that it's constricted his breathing. Maybe the Wrakspurts moved from his head down to his throat. Merlin knows his head's full of them. Anyway, I see your date went well and ended on an enjoyable note. I'll see you guys on Saturday, Blaise would like me to ask you a question but I'm afraid it's just a little to perverted, silly nargals.
Love,
Luna
"What did Luna and Blaise have to say?" Draco asked, finished with his letter.
"Blaise is apparently laughing to hard to write anything and Luna says she saw that our date ended on an enjoyable note. She also said she'll see us Saturday and Blaise is being perverted again. She didn't think it was a good idea to enter his question," Hermione said folding up the note and writing Luna letter telling her she will see her Saturday.
"Good old Blaise," Draco chuckled.
Hermione muttered something incoherent as she darkly glared at the blond.
"I think we'll stay here tonight, I'm too tired to go anywhere today but we'll go to that new restaurant in Diagon Alley tomorrow," Draco said stretching.
"Fine. How do you know Flint and Pucey won't tell the press about us?" Hermione asked.
"Marcus could tell we wanted to keep him quiet and he could always keep Pucey in line. Adrian won't risk telling the press and Marcus getting angry with him," Draco spat Pucey's name like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
"Why do you hate Pucey?" Hermione asked as Hades flew out the window.
"Many reasons," Draco muttered, "I'm going to work, see you tonight Granger. Answer this too," he motioned to the post the unknown owl had dropped.
Hermione picked up his letter when he'd left and looked down at the card; it was Marcus's invitation to the party, asking if Hermione would be accompanying Draco as well. Hermione wrote a response to that one as well, and watched as Marcus's bird flew out the window.
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The week passed unusually quick, Tuesday they went to a new restaurant in Diagon Alley and by some miracle were able to avoid showing Hermione's identity. The rest of the week they were both to busy with work. At Malfoy Enterprise some financial things had popped up and Blaise, Draco, and Theo had all been working overtime to fix it.
At the ministry the aurors were working over time as well, in North Britain a Muggle had reported the sighting of a man matching the description of Fenrir Greyback.
Saturday afternoon Luna and Hermione were talking in the living room waiting for the time until the ball to pass when Blaise and Draco stumbled out of the fire place.
"How many times have I told you to wait five seconds before coming through?" Draco growled.
"How many times have I told you to move faster?" Blaise grinned.
Draco just growled and said nothing.
"Come on Luna, we have to get ready," Blaise helped his wife up.
"See you in a few hours," Luna said in her dreamy voice before being wisped away in green flames.
"Calm on Granger, time to get ready," Draco said as he made his way into his own bedroom.
Hermione sighed and went to her room to get ready. When she entered on her bed she found a letter.
Hermione picked it up and recognized the untidy scrawl of Ron. Frowning she opened the letter,
Hey, Hermione.
You should have seen the save I made at practice today, we're going to wipe the field tonight and we'll win for sure! I'm looking forward to the after party, drinks and food all around! The hotel is very decorative, and I've already unpacked, set up my stuff and placed silencing charms all around the room. For privacy you know, lots of people probably want to know what I'm up to when not on the field! I'm going to go enjoy desert, have a fun week Mya! Ron.
Hermione grimaced at 'Mya' She hated, h-a-t-e-d, that stupid nick-name. Hermione through the letter into the trash and started her shower and getting her clothes ready thinking darkly to herself.
Going to go enjoy dessert?
Lot's of people want to know what I'm up to- privacy you know.
Hermione also noted the vague French perfume that was on the parchment.
Hermione criticized him all through her shower and when she got out, her thoughts were dark and she wanted revenge. She threw the cheap stuff on the floor and marched over to the cabinet that held her other clothes.
Of course, you only let the blond bimbos in. Hermione doubted he meant food.
Placed Silencing Charms all around the room. Big wonder why that is.
She pulled out a strapless deep purple dress cocktail dress hugging her every curve with silver high heels that matched her necklace containing a sparkling teardrop in the middle. After applying her make-up Hermione hardly looked like Hermione any more. She was positively beautiful and when her picture, one where Draco would be standing next to her, showed up in the prophet tomorrow morning, she would make Ronald Weasley want to curl up in a hole and die.
OMG! I love this chapter. I cannot WAIT for the next one, even to beta! (: Please review guys, you know that siriusisbest deserves it! Much love and kisses - superhotmegasexyawesome zzzooe. ;D LOL, JK guys! (: