A/N: Chapter II, reposted. Another short chapter.
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Chapter Two
Daisie pranced around Hermione throughout the first twenty minutes of their arrival, filling her in on all kinds of information, and gossip (one of Daisie's best qualities). Nearly ten minutes later, though after Daisie had scurried away for a bit, she finally instructed Hermione on what to do.
"Okay, Flame, girl," Daisie said, running up to Hermione in a haste. "You've got two minutes before you go on stage. You said you'd be performing New, correct? Okay, good, then," she continued, not waiting for any answer. "After the quick performance, you do a quick autograph signing, a short interview, then we load up the bus. Just after you meet Bad Faith, though. He's here, yes, but won't be performing tonight. Anyway, hurry up. That's one minute and thirty seconds, now." Daisie finished her chatter and looked around, Hermione, though, had already left.
Spotting Hermione near the stage, Daisie ran up to her. "Ready, then?" Hermione nodded in response and Daisie ran up the stage steps and grabbed the microphone.
"Okay everyone!" Daisie called, and the frantic, and impatient, fans cheered, knowing what was coming. "We all seem ready tonight don't we? Anyway, give it up for Miss Flambez La'fleur, otherwise known as Rocking Death Girl, singing her latest single, New!"
Taking a deep breath in, Hermione slowly walked up the stage steps. Daisie noticed Hermione coming and left the stage. Bumpy music started in the background, and, Hermione, grabbing the microphone, began to sing.
"Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away"
Hermione's eyes scanned the crowd as she sung, and though not as large as at an arena (this was private accession), was still rather wound up.
"New, you're so new
You, you're new
And I never had this taste in the past
New, you're so new"
The dancing beat of the song started, and Hermione began dancing along to the song, remembering the steps her choreographer had instructed her. Dancing's such a hassle, her brain racked. Don't know how I put up with it so much. Ignoring her protests though, she scanned across the crowd and continued on.
"My normal hesitation is gone
And I really gravitate to your will
Are you here to fetch me out?
'Cause I've never had this taste in my mouth
You're not old
And you're not familiar
Recently discovered and I'm learning about you
New, you're so new
You, you're new
And you're consuming me violently
And your reverence shamelessly tempting me
Who sent this maniac?
'Cause I never had this taste in the past
You're different, you're different from the former
Like a fresh battery I'm energized by you
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away"
Hermione stopped her dancing abruptly, though it was intended. Walking up to the long, stick-like microphone holder, she entwined her fingers around it near the top and leaned forward on it.
"Why am I so curious?
This territory is dangerous
I'll probably end up at the start
I'll be back in line with my broken heart
New, you're so new
You, you're new
And I never had this taste in the past"
Regaining her poster, she began to dance the crazy-like dance that seemed to move everywhere. I'm really going to need a good rest after all of this, her thoughts continued to complain once more. It's tiring me out already. Thank goodness it's only one song. But if this tires me out, then…tomorrow?
"Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away
And I can't believe it
Can't believe it
Can't believe it
Can't believe it
Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away"
About twenty seconds more of low music, and her murmuring 'new, you're so new' every five seconds, the song came to its end. The crowd burst into a loud applause, and Hermione made a quick bow before exiting the stage over to where Daisie was, only to be led to more fans at her 'quick' autograph signing. Damn Daisie and her bad sense of time, Hermione mused.
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In reality, it took Hermione a good two hours to get through the autographs (she kept on forgetting that she was not Hermione Granger, but instead Flambez La'fleur; though she never made that mistake in the actual autographs), and another good hour to get through the 'short' interview. Hermione cursed Daisie mentally again, though she had a nice trick up her wand that might fit for later.
As though she had heard Hermione's thoughts herself, Daisie came running up to Hermione's side. Speak of the devil.
"Flame, Flame, Flame," Daisie said, as though she was a mother about to shame her daughter.
"Say my name one more time and I'll make sure you're in flames, Daisie," Hermione added, a bit harshly. Not a bad idea, either, her mind added; though she never said so aloud.
"Save me the pleasure," her friend commented. "Anyway, Bad Faith wishes to see you now. Does he get the honor to grace your presence?"
"By the way you said that, it sounds like I'll be gracing his presence," Hermione snorted. "What did you do? Go and start a world famous business, Daisie's Delivery Service, and not tell me?"
"Very funny now, Flame," Daisie retorted, not at all amused. "Anyway, you really should go see him. No point waiting 'til you get on the bus…"
"Which only happens to be a few minutes from now," Hermione added quickly.
"Anyway," Daisie continued, annoyed. "If you're going to see him, just go down that hall…" she pointed down some corridor Hermione never noticed (or took notice of). "…It's the second door to the right. Knock three times sharp, or he won't let you in." Daisie then leaned in for to whisper, "The guys a wizard, by the way, Flambez. So, if you don't knock exactly, then the door stays locked hard. Complicated spell, too. Can't be broken by Alohamora…"
"Oh, what's the use," Hermione sighed, defeated. "You'll keep bugging me 'til I do go see him. Might as well do so now. See you in a minute, then, Daiz."
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The hallway was darker than one would think, and Hermione was under the impression he, Bad Faith, had made this so himself. Sighing, Hermione reached her destination, the second door to the right and lifted her hand slowly.
Rapt, rapt, rapt.
Doing as Daisie said, as not to create suspicion to man, she knocked three times sharply. Not a second later, she heard a soft click from the doorknob, and then a low chuckle. "Come in… Flambez," a voice inside answered her knocking.
Twisting her hand around the brass doorknob, Hermione slowly moved it left, opening the door. She poked her small head inside the door, her one eye (the other was covered with hair, her chosen hairstyle like that) scanning the room. Blowing air from her mouth, to somehow move the straight reddish-brown hair from her now no-eyed view, the hair moved aside. "Er... Bonjour, Monsieur Bad Faith," her voice sounded, echoing across the walls of the quiet room.
The hunched figure sitting on the small bed, back facing her, slowly turned around and looked her straight in the eyes. "Hello, Hermione."
This caused Hermione to gasp. Platinum blonde hair, pale skin, black wizards robes. Not him, Hermione's mind cried. Anyone…anyone but him.
"Dra…Draco Malfoy," she gasped out, and then fainted into a screen of black nothingness.