Hi everyone!! Just to let you know this chapter takes place when Draco and Lucius are talking. For those that have seen the play, I probably won't make Hermione and Pansy too good friends. I'm trying to at least get one other chapter up today, but this may be it. Thanks, Epequa ;)
Disclaimer: I just own my puny little idea to smash Aida and Harry Potter together, they belong to other people who have lots and lots of turkey today.
Chapter 8 - Planned
Hermione ran up the stairs, trying not to kill herself. How can he be so ignorant? She thought, jumping the last few stairs of the staircase. He'll never change. That was her last thought as she stopped in front of a huge painting.
"Kiwi-Guava," she said. The painting swirled around, as usual, and then revealed the hallway.
"Hermione, my dear," Pansy said, grasping Hermione's hand and leading her into one of her other rooms. "Come and see what we have picked out as my wedding dress!"
One of the other maidens showed her the dress. It was the frilliest, ugliest, and laciest thing to be made white. But Hermione knew better than to challenge Pansy's thoughts; she'd be locked in the dungeons forever.
"And of course, my wedding banquet dress," Pansy continued. At this yellow dress she was reminded of one her mother had tried to make her wear. She had simply refused.
"And my Pre-wedding dress," Pansy went on. It was a good adjustment from the previous two dresses, but this electric orange dress was no where near in style. Hermione merely nodded her head.
"And my post-wedding, pre-banquet dress," Did this ever end? This was a remake of her fourth-year dress robes that she wore; except they were uglier.
It was really getting sickening, all the giggles that proceeded and preceded each dress. All her other women seemed to have helped, like master, like maid. Then they got to the boudoir.
"This is...er...well...you know what this is for." Pansy said, trying to subside the many giggles she had. Honestly, you'd think that they were mature enough to speak. Hermione felt really sorry for Draco right then.
"My lady, you must prepare to meet with the caterer tomorrow." Said one of her ladies-in-waiting.
"You are absolutely right, Amise, we must make sure everything thing is in place." She began to hurry towards her bath chamber, suddenly she stopped and turned around to face Hermione. "You, stay and stand guard." She said rather hatefully.
Hermione did just that. She picked up a little and folded the dresses. She knew why Pansy had placed her here; just to get rid of her. Like anyone was going to come, in the middle of the night, desperately wanting to speak to Pansy. She sincerely doubted that no one really came at anytime to speak to Pansy. That person would just be huffed of for some bogus reason. She was also really tired of Pansy masking all her insecurities by fashion. Pansy needs to get a hold of life.
At that moment, she was interrupted of her thoughts by the swirling of the wall beginning. She figured it was someone who was bringing Pansy something, but she was proved wrong.
It was a man, panting like he had ran all the way up here. He came up to the third door where Hermione was sitting.
"Who goes there?" She had always wanted to ask someone that in a very tense moment. Although, it was the identity of the man that surprised her even more.
"Draco Malfoy," the figure said.
A/N: Well that was another fun chapter, and the next one is going to be even better. J Well, I hoped you liked it. Review please and lots o' love and lots o' turkey to my reviewers. Happy Thanksgiving all!!! Epequa ;)
Disclaimer: I just own my puny little idea to smash Aida and Harry Potter together, they belong to other people who have lots and lots of turkey today.
Chapter 8 - Planned
Hermione ran up the stairs, trying not to kill herself. How can he be so ignorant? She thought, jumping the last few stairs of the staircase. He'll never change. That was her last thought as she stopped in front of a huge painting.
"Kiwi-Guava," she said. The painting swirled around, as usual, and then revealed the hallway.
"Hermione, my dear," Pansy said, grasping Hermione's hand and leading her into one of her other rooms. "Come and see what we have picked out as my wedding dress!"
One of the other maidens showed her the dress. It was the frilliest, ugliest, and laciest thing to be made white. But Hermione knew better than to challenge Pansy's thoughts; she'd be locked in the dungeons forever.
"And of course, my wedding banquet dress," Pansy continued. At this yellow dress she was reminded of one her mother had tried to make her wear. She had simply refused.
"And my Pre-wedding dress," Pansy went on. It was a good adjustment from the previous two dresses, but this electric orange dress was no where near in style. Hermione merely nodded her head.
"And my post-wedding, pre-banquet dress," Did this ever end? This was a remake of her fourth-year dress robes that she wore; except they were uglier.
It was really getting sickening, all the giggles that proceeded and preceded each dress. All her other women seemed to have helped, like master, like maid. Then they got to the boudoir.
"This is...er...well...you know what this is for." Pansy said, trying to subside the many giggles she had. Honestly, you'd think that they were mature enough to speak. Hermione felt really sorry for Draco right then.
"My lady, you must prepare to meet with the caterer tomorrow." Said one of her ladies-in-waiting.
"You are absolutely right, Amise, we must make sure everything thing is in place." She began to hurry towards her bath chamber, suddenly she stopped and turned around to face Hermione. "You, stay and stand guard." She said rather hatefully.
Hermione did just that. She picked up a little and folded the dresses. She knew why Pansy had placed her here; just to get rid of her. Like anyone was going to come, in the middle of the night, desperately wanting to speak to Pansy. She sincerely doubted that no one really came at anytime to speak to Pansy. That person would just be huffed of for some bogus reason. She was also really tired of Pansy masking all her insecurities by fashion. Pansy needs to get a hold of life.
At that moment, she was interrupted of her thoughts by the swirling of the wall beginning. She figured it was someone who was bringing Pansy something, but she was proved wrong.
It was a man, panting like he had ran all the way up here. He came up to the third door where Hermione was sitting.
"Who goes there?" She had always wanted to ask someone that in a very tense moment. Although, it was the identity of the man that surprised her even more.
"Draco Malfoy," the figure said.
A/N: Well that was another fun chapter, and the next one is going to be even better. J Well, I hoped you liked it. Review please and lots o' love and lots o' turkey to my reviewers. Happy Thanksgiving all!!! Epequa ;)
