A/N: I'm sure some of you remember my spiffy story 'Flambez La Fleur'? Reposted, renamed, and revised… it starts again!
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Prologue
"Oh hooh."
The sounds rang out as the one girl everyone was waiting for stepped into the light on the stage. Possibly the wealthiest person in the world, currently, there she stood, starting her hit single, "Damned". Chart topping, everyone knew of the song. Wizards, muggles -- it didn't matter.
"Boy you reminded me of putting these things into words
And save them, for a rainy day
Your shameful heart and your sinful soul
Oh, I'm amazed by you and all that you are"
The audience cheered and clapped their hands along to the rocky beat of the music, some even singing along with her. And she, she just danced along the stage, singing her song, shaking hands here and there with the lucky people in front. The noise was so loud though, anyone for miles would have surely heard her voice of wonders.
"Your devious ways
You do the work of the dark forces in this world
And you're evil, oh yes you are
Damned, you're one man I just can't stand you're
Damned, you built your castle on the sand; you're
Damned, How could I ever want you for my man
I lost you now, so why do I care?"
A shady figure stood in the crowd, not doing anything the crazy fans around him were, just standing. Watching the girl's every move, looking at her every feature. Something was so familiar about her. But, no, that girl was killed years ago, when Voldemort still reigned and things were not as fun and free as now. Times such as this never happened back then; they were the cause of so much attention, which would change quick as light to murder scenes. Yet, it had to be her...
"You really knew right from the start
How to work your way into my heart
And then you pulled the trigger shot me around the weakest
You're a disgrace to the human race with your pretty face"
She rounded to the figure's part of the circular audience, continuing on with her Rockish-Pop song everyone loved. Their eyes locked for the smallest second, but they immediately looked away, knowing, just knowing, who the other was for sure. But not wanting to. Oh no, never wanting to. Their past was pushed behind them, to the ground, and only the present and future could remain standing. Yet, she seemed to have stopped singing for that moment, eyes widened in shock. But shock only lasts long enough to be pushed away, and that she did. And the crowd just continued to cheer, clap, and sing along with the beauty on the stage.
"Your devious ways
You do the work of the dark forces in this world
And you're evil, oh yes you are
Damned, you're one man I just can't stand you're
Damned, you built your castle on the sand; you're
Damned, How could I ever want you for my man
I lost you now, so why do I care?
Your devious ways
You do the work of the dark forces in the world
And you're evil, oh yes you are
Damned, you're one man I just can't stand you're
Damned, you built your castle on the sand; you're
Damned, How could I ever want you for my man
I lost you now, so why do I care?"
The song slowly neared the end, and the bumpy background music began to slowly fade. The stage beauty danced gracefully across the stage until she made her way back to the figure's, the man's, area. She stared right into his steely-blue eyes, and he did the same whilst her golden-brown eyes. The music came to a point where one could barely here it, but with the large sound system with it's magically modified parts, it was still loud. The time for the last verse of the song came and, eyes still locked with the man's, the girl said them as though directed towards him.
"Damned. so why do I care?"
The audience cheered, wailed, and sent cat-calls to the girl as they slowly filed out of the arena. The concert was over, and, sweating and exhausted, the girl herself exited to the back stage. She was immediately surrounded by awaiting reporters, fans, and security guards (who were there to help her get through the mob, obviously).
Led through the raving group, she shot her eyes around the hall searching for someone. For him. She knew he'd be there, somewhere. And, oh, was she right. Her last glance caught sight of the man from before, and she ran straight to him, leaving behind two very confused security guards.
And right when she reached him, she shot her hand up and slapped him square across the face with all the strength she could muster (which would have been a lot, if she had not just been dancing and singing around a large stage for the past three hours). A large red mark was left on his right cheek, clashing very badly with his pale skin.
"You God damned idiot!" She shouted at him. Many on-looking stared, others (such as the reporters and desperate fans) snapped pictures every chance they could get. Oh, was this going to be on the news, everywhere, in both worlds. "You tried to kill me, Malfoy! After everything!" She slapped him once more, though on the opposing cheek, a lot harder then before, having gained strength in the few moments.
"So you remember, eh, Granger?" Draco drawled back, his hand massaging the left side of his face (since it did hurt more), smirk plastered across his features even still. "Or, wait, what was your name now? 'Flambez La'fleur'? Seems like something you would do, being DEAD and all. But, truly, you would have forgotten about that?" Many people in the growing crowd gasped as he, in some way, admitted to trying to kill the girl.
The girl...yes, her. The girl once called Hermione Granger. The girl proclaimed dead for five years, ever since her graduation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione Granger was really Flambez La'fleur, the thought to be graduate from Beauxbatons, who was currently the most popular musical artist in the world.
Isn't the morning post going to be just wonderful?