Men in Tights (Tight Tights!)
A/N: Ch. Title has nothing to do with this chapter, unless you want to imagine Draco doing ballet.
Hermione couldn't remember a time when she'd been happier.
She was with the man she loved, his family loved her, and her two new best friends, who were, at the moment, gibbering about lip gloss.
She excused herself from the table, feeling as though her cheeks were going to crack if she didn't stop smiling soon.
Luckily, the one guy who could make a smile disappear quicker than your average invisibility cloak was waiting in line for the men's room.
"Well, Granger, fancy meeting you here." Draco looked down his nose at her, which was slightly hard, as they were pretty evenly matched for height. "So, you and that loser are finally out. Anyone taking bets on how long it is before he knocks you up and deserts you? I call one month."
"I have a feeling he's going to knock you up before me." Hermione grinned cryptically.
"What the fuck do you-"
"Gee, Malfoy, nice to see you again. Been practicing your self defense spells? I have a feeling you'll need them pretty soon."
Draco paled, goose bumps popping up all over his arms. He turned, Charlie standing behind him, arms crossed. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd rattled him, Draco pushed past him, heading towards the back exit.
"Oh, Draco?"
If a picture says a thousand words, a picture of his face at that moment would have had only three: What the fuck?
"I believe this belongs to you." Charlie dug into his pocket, and held out a small cloak pin. "I've been meaning to give this back to you, but I got kind of distracted, what with you trying to kill the love of my life and all."
Draco tried to save what was left of his composure. "You can't prove a damn thing, you little-"
Charlie flipped over the pin. The light glinted off the diamonds spelling out 'DM' on the back.
"Be glad I haven't sold this yet, I could have gotten a nifty hunk of change for just one of those diamonds alone."
Draco grabbed it and stalked away as quickly as he could, before he felt any stupider.
Hermione grinned. "Have I told you you're smart lately?"
"No, but I could get used to it really quick. Come on, I have a feeling my mom's face is about to move for the first time in an hour sometime soon."
"By the way..." Hermione slipped her hands into Charlie's. "What exactly did you say to your mother to get her to calm down?"
Charlie grinned pleasantly. "I don't exactly remember, it was a whole two hours ago-"
"Yes you do, you big fat liar. I have a feeling you'd've tape-recorded it if you had one handy. So come on, what'd you say?"
Charlie shrugged nonchalantly. "I just reminded her that I could do a lot worse than the Hermione Granger. A lot worse."
Hermione looked at him skeptically. "Charlie? What does that mean? Charlie?"
Grinning, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. "I love you Mione."
"I love you too Charlie. But you're going to drive me nuts."
"I know."
Giggling, they walked back to the table arm in arm, for once not caring who saw.
A/N: My God, it's done. It's done. Started...a really long time ago, at three pages. Fifty-three pages and lots of late nights later, it's done.
I'm gonna go snivel and stuff...
But don't look too glum! I have an idea for a sequel! Would anyone want to read more about them? Or should I stop here?
Confidential to all my Lord Of The Rings fans out there reading this:
Do you know of a website or book that's like an Elvish dictionary? I found out one of my friend's names, Kela, means 'Go away' in Elvish (read it in a fanfic), but I want to know if it really does mean that.
A/N: Ch. Title has nothing to do with this chapter, unless you want to imagine Draco doing ballet.
Hermione couldn't remember a time when she'd been happier.
She was with the man she loved, his family loved her, and her two new best friends, who were, at the moment, gibbering about lip gloss.
She excused herself from the table, feeling as though her cheeks were going to crack if she didn't stop smiling soon.
Luckily, the one guy who could make a smile disappear quicker than your average invisibility cloak was waiting in line for the men's room.
"Well, Granger, fancy meeting you here." Draco looked down his nose at her, which was slightly hard, as they were pretty evenly matched for height. "So, you and that loser are finally out. Anyone taking bets on how long it is before he knocks you up and deserts you? I call one month."
"I have a feeling he's going to knock you up before me." Hermione grinned cryptically.
"What the fuck do you-"
"Gee, Malfoy, nice to see you again. Been practicing your self defense spells? I have a feeling you'll need them pretty soon."
Draco paled, goose bumps popping up all over his arms. He turned, Charlie standing behind him, arms crossed. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd rattled him, Draco pushed past him, heading towards the back exit.
"Oh, Draco?"
If a picture says a thousand words, a picture of his face at that moment would have had only three: What the fuck?
"I believe this belongs to you." Charlie dug into his pocket, and held out a small cloak pin. "I've been meaning to give this back to you, but I got kind of distracted, what with you trying to kill the love of my life and all."
Draco tried to save what was left of his composure. "You can't prove a damn thing, you little-"
Charlie flipped over the pin. The light glinted off the diamonds spelling out 'DM' on the back.
"Be glad I haven't sold this yet, I could have gotten a nifty hunk of change for just one of those diamonds alone."
Draco grabbed it and stalked away as quickly as he could, before he felt any stupider.
Hermione grinned. "Have I told you you're smart lately?"
"No, but I could get used to it really quick. Come on, I have a feeling my mom's face is about to move for the first time in an hour sometime soon."
"By the way..." Hermione slipped her hands into Charlie's. "What exactly did you say to your mother to get her to calm down?"
Charlie grinned pleasantly. "I don't exactly remember, it was a whole two hours ago-"
"Yes you do, you big fat liar. I have a feeling you'd've tape-recorded it if you had one handy. So come on, what'd you say?"
Charlie shrugged nonchalantly. "I just reminded her that I could do a lot worse than the Hermione Granger. A lot worse."
Hermione looked at him skeptically. "Charlie? What does that mean? Charlie?"
Grinning, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. "I love you Mione."
"I love you too Charlie. But you're going to drive me nuts."
"I know."
Giggling, they walked back to the table arm in arm, for once not caring who saw.
A/N: My God, it's done. It's done. Started...a really long time ago, at three pages. Fifty-three pages and lots of late nights later, it's done.
I'm gonna go snivel and stuff...
But don't look too glum! I have an idea for a sequel! Would anyone want to read more about them? Or should I stop here?
Confidential to all my Lord Of The Rings fans out there reading this:
Do you know of a website or book that's like an Elvish dictionary? I found out one of my friend's names, Kela, means 'Go away' in Elvish (read it in a fanfic), but I want to know if it really does mean that.