"Violeta!!" Hermione squealed, as she ran out of her house to hug her
almost-identical cousin. "What are you doing here?"
The nineteen-year-old smiled mischieviously, "Giving you your Sweet Sixteen gift." Hermione grinned, "Where is it?" She asked hopping up and down.
"Mione, we are truly related," Violeta said, laughing. "Your gift isn't an 'it,' either, Hermione. You know how I'm starting out on my Europian tour this week?" Violeta was a semi-famous, albeit well-off monetarily. Her cousin nodded.
"Well, how fast can you pack?"
"Are you joking?!" Hermione asked, increduously. "Girl-Scout's Honor!"
"Vio, they kicked you out of Girl-Scouts with advice to find a new hobby!" "Fine, then, Model's honor!"
"I'll be ready in half-an-hour if it's fine with Mum and Dad!"
"Don't worry," Mr. Granger grunted as he dragged out Hermione's Duffel filled with clothes. "This trip has been cleared for weeks."
"Oh, Uncle Riley, didn't Aunt Chlara tell you? Part of the gift is I'm taking Hermione on a shopping spree!" The beautiful young girl said, laughing at her uncle's facial expression as he realized he carried a trunk down 3 staircases and across a yard and down a long drive-way for no reason at all.
"What? Why? I like my clothes!"
"Oh, please Mione, having a model cousin has it's perks! Let's see, first we'll get your hair done, then clothes, then make-up to go with your new hair and clothes......" Vio trailed off as she planned the rest of the girls's shopping spree.
**************************Several Hours Later****************************
"So they just give away clothes so you can be seen shopping there? And did you hear the attendant call me Vio?"
"Mione, you should really try out modeling!"
"No! I've been telling you this since forever....I DON'T WANT TO MODEL!"
"Come on, I started modeling when I was about a year younger than you, and we ARE almost identical!" Violeta reasoned.
"For the last time, no! Now, I have some questions about this tour. Didn't you say the agency was sponsering this? Why would they let you take me along?" Hermione asked.
"Because I told them exactly how much you looked like me-and-they-needed-an- extra-for-the-show?" Vio said the last part extremely fast.
"WHAT?!!!!" Hermione exclaimed furiously, turning many heads in the parking lot on the way to the limousine. "Okay, okay! I'll try and get you out of it!" The young girl's temper was infamous around the family. "You better," grumbled Hermione.
"Oh, guess what? Do you remember my room-mate, Christine?" Hermione nodded.
"She's bringing her brother or something, and I heard he's quite the head- turner."
"Would you please stop trying to set me up? None of the guys you've found have worked, you know it wouldn't work unless they knew about my 'ability.'"
"That's the best part! He goes to your school." "And his name is...... Something that starts with a D, or something like that. Now, come on, we've got to get to the air-port!"
******************************15 minutes Later**********************************
"Wow! It's hard to be a famous model!" Hermione groaned as she eased into her first class seat. The 16 year-old had many times been mistaken for Violeta on the way to the terminal. "Oh, just great! Now I have to get back up to put my bag away!" She heaved herself out of her chair.
As Hermione struggled to shove her carry-on into the over-head compartment, a tall boy about her age or a bit older approached her and sighed. He rolled his eyes and took Hermione's bag from her and put in into the compartment. "Thank you," she said.
"I only did it so I could get to my seat," he said. "Worthless muggle," the boy grumbled and plopped into the seat next to Hermione's. "Did you just say 'muggle?'" Hermione inquired. The boy couldn't, or wouldn't, answer, because as he sat down he put on a set of head-phones. Frustrated, Hermione sat in her seat and lifted up one ear piece, "I asked you a question!" He still didn't answer, only glared at her with icy silver eyes. Realization dawned on Hermione. This boy was Draco Malfoy! "Ferret Boy?" she asked, almost unbelieving.
"How do you know my name?" He asked, astonished, but yet keeping his Slytherin cool. Hermione put her hands on her hips, pursed her lips, and raised an eye-brow. "Granger?" he asked more to himself, recognizing her usual pose.
"That's not your seat," she said.
"Yes, it is. That's not YOUR seat, though."
"Oh, 'Mione, I see you've met Draco!" interrupted Violeta. "Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy."
"We've met," They said in cold unison.
"Vio, do you remember me telling you about that little "I am muggle-born there-for certain students hate me' conversation we had a while back?"
"Yes, Why? Oooooohhhhhh. Oops?" Violeta said sheepishly.
"Hermione, remember me? Christine? I am SO sorry about any trouble this GIT has caused you," said the beautiful young girl, who looked uncannily like her brother. Hermione smiled back, until Malfoy snorted, earning him a smack upside the head from Christine. Then Hermione outright laughed.
"We'll leave you two to get more aquainted," said Vio.
"Dammit," both again spoke in unison.
The nineteen-year-old smiled mischieviously, "Giving you your Sweet Sixteen gift." Hermione grinned, "Where is it?" She asked hopping up and down.
"Mione, we are truly related," Violeta said, laughing. "Your gift isn't an 'it,' either, Hermione. You know how I'm starting out on my Europian tour this week?" Violeta was a semi-famous, albeit well-off monetarily. Her cousin nodded.
"Well, how fast can you pack?"
"Are you joking?!" Hermione asked, increduously. "Girl-Scout's Honor!"
"Vio, they kicked you out of Girl-Scouts with advice to find a new hobby!" "Fine, then, Model's honor!"
"I'll be ready in half-an-hour if it's fine with Mum and Dad!"
"Don't worry," Mr. Granger grunted as he dragged out Hermione's Duffel filled with clothes. "This trip has been cleared for weeks."
"Oh, Uncle Riley, didn't Aunt Chlara tell you? Part of the gift is I'm taking Hermione on a shopping spree!" The beautiful young girl said, laughing at her uncle's facial expression as he realized he carried a trunk down 3 staircases and across a yard and down a long drive-way for no reason at all.
"What? Why? I like my clothes!"
"Oh, please Mione, having a model cousin has it's perks! Let's see, first we'll get your hair done, then clothes, then make-up to go with your new hair and clothes......" Vio trailed off as she planned the rest of the girls's shopping spree.
**************************Several Hours Later****************************
"So they just give away clothes so you can be seen shopping there? And did you hear the attendant call me Vio?"
"Mione, you should really try out modeling!"
"No! I've been telling you this since forever....I DON'T WANT TO MODEL!"
"Come on, I started modeling when I was about a year younger than you, and we ARE almost identical!" Violeta reasoned.
"For the last time, no! Now, I have some questions about this tour. Didn't you say the agency was sponsering this? Why would they let you take me along?" Hermione asked.
"Because I told them exactly how much you looked like me-and-they-needed-an- extra-for-the-show?" Vio said the last part extremely fast.
"WHAT?!!!!" Hermione exclaimed furiously, turning many heads in the parking lot on the way to the limousine. "Okay, okay! I'll try and get you out of it!" The young girl's temper was infamous around the family. "You better," grumbled Hermione.
"Oh, guess what? Do you remember my room-mate, Christine?" Hermione nodded.
"She's bringing her brother or something, and I heard he's quite the head- turner."
"Would you please stop trying to set me up? None of the guys you've found have worked, you know it wouldn't work unless they knew about my 'ability.'"
"That's the best part! He goes to your school." "And his name is...... Something that starts with a D, or something like that. Now, come on, we've got to get to the air-port!"
******************************15 minutes Later**********************************
"Wow! It's hard to be a famous model!" Hermione groaned as she eased into her first class seat. The 16 year-old had many times been mistaken for Violeta on the way to the terminal. "Oh, just great! Now I have to get back up to put my bag away!" She heaved herself out of her chair.
As Hermione struggled to shove her carry-on into the over-head compartment, a tall boy about her age or a bit older approached her and sighed. He rolled his eyes and took Hermione's bag from her and put in into the compartment. "Thank you," she said.
"I only did it so I could get to my seat," he said. "Worthless muggle," the boy grumbled and plopped into the seat next to Hermione's. "Did you just say 'muggle?'" Hermione inquired. The boy couldn't, or wouldn't, answer, because as he sat down he put on a set of head-phones. Frustrated, Hermione sat in her seat and lifted up one ear piece, "I asked you a question!" He still didn't answer, only glared at her with icy silver eyes. Realization dawned on Hermione. This boy was Draco Malfoy! "Ferret Boy?" she asked, almost unbelieving.
"How do you know my name?" He asked, astonished, but yet keeping his Slytherin cool. Hermione put her hands on her hips, pursed her lips, and raised an eye-brow. "Granger?" he asked more to himself, recognizing her usual pose.
"That's not your seat," she said.
"Yes, it is. That's not YOUR seat, though."
"Oh, 'Mione, I see you've met Draco!" interrupted Violeta. "Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy."
"We've met," They said in cold unison.
"Vio, do you remember me telling you about that little "I am muggle-born there-for certain students hate me' conversation we had a while back?"
"Yes, Why? Oooooohhhhhh. Oops?" Violeta said sheepishly.
"Hermione, remember me? Christine? I am SO sorry about any trouble this GIT has caused you," said the beautiful young girl, who looked uncannily like her brother. Hermione smiled back, until Malfoy snorted, earning him a smack upside the head from Christine. Then Hermione outright laughed.
"We'll leave you two to get more aquainted," said Vio.
"Dammit," both again spoke in unison.
