Chapter 9: THE Dress
They reached 'Wand & Taylor's' around 4:25 PM. When they got into the store Hermione spotted yet another familiar face... Ron Weasley.
She snuck up behind him and said, "Ron old boy, miss me?"
As he turned around a look of confusion came on his face and then surprise, and almost every other good conceivable expression there ever was. "Mione! How is it going?" Just then a young woman at his side coughed and he said, "Oh, Mione, this is my fiancée, Madilyn. Madilyn, this is Mione, an old friend," he stressed the word old as if making fun at her.
"Nice to meet you," said Madilyn in a bell like tone.
"Nice to meet you too," Hermione said shaking her hand, "so Ron, what have you been up to all these years?"
"Well, I work for my brother's company, I am Vice President of Weasley and Weasley Company, I don't know some stock thing, but any way. What are you doing at this part of the store, do you need wedding china too?" he asked happily.
"No, I have to go to the formal wear section; I'm going to that Young Wizard's Benefit dinner and according to Liz I don't have anything to wear," Hermione said as she looked over her shoulder at Liz who was already looking through the gowns, "but how about you?"
"My brother's are throwing that benefit, so I'll see you there," with that he turned around and went back to shopping for wedding china.
Then, Liz pulled Hermione over and showed her the best choices. Many of which were kind of, how shall we say this, but sluttish. So, Hermione chose out of these and her favorite was a black one.
This dress was no ordinary dress it was THE dress. It was strapless with a low cut back. The dress had a moderate length, right above the knee and was very sparkly, as almost everything in style was. As it got towards the bottom the dress became less A-line and more of a wispy style like a fairy's dress. It also took on a bluish tint on the edges and for a little flair the top had an inwards tilt to make you look bigger, if you know what I mean.
Then, as she was trying on the dress her spell rang. "'Ello," she said pulling her shirt off.
"Hermione, I need you right now, emergency," said Malfoy calmly.
"I'm a little busy," she said squirming into the dress, "not to mention I'm half naked."
"You can come like that, I don't mind, but I need you," he said as he laughed. I should tell you, his laugh was like no other, very deep, an evil laugh, like that of Michael Crawford in "The Phantom of the Opera."
"Hold on and I'll be there in 10 minutes," she said hanging up the phone. Hermione rushed out modeled the dress for two seconds went back into the dressing room, got dressed, and then bought the dress with some of Malfoy's money, he wouldn't mind, he has enough of it.
She loaded the dress into the car, dropped off Liz, and then hurried to the office. When she got there she ran up the stairs to Malfoy's office where she was met with an evil stare by her boss.
"What. is .. It?" she said between pants.
"I got an interesting call from someone looking for you. A Mr. Potter I believe," he said as though conjuring up something evil.
"Did he leave a message?" Hermione said agitated that he took her away from shopping for this.
"Yes, he left his number and told me to tell you to have him call you, I believe his number was 12-HARRY, now I needed to tell you that and you need to get a nice outfit for the benefit, your regular clothes are so drab, that's all," he said like he enjoyed watching Hermione's face turn red with anger.
"Thank you," she said through her clenched teeth and then she turned around.
"One more thing," he said, "you have your skirt tucked in your knickers," he said as he laughed again.
Hermione gasped as she pulled her skirt out of her underwear and Draco sat back laughing.
"Nice knickers, the black really suits you," said Malfoy as she walked out of the office staring at her feet. How could I do that? Hermione thought to herself as she got into her car.
When she went back to her house she called Harry.
They reached 'Wand & Taylor's' around 4:25 PM. When they got into the store Hermione spotted yet another familiar face... Ron Weasley.
She snuck up behind him and said, "Ron old boy, miss me?"
As he turned around a look of confusion came on his face and then surprise, and almost every other good conceivable expression there ever was. "Mione! How is it going?" Just then a young woman at his side coughed and he said, "Oh, Mione, this is my fiancée, Madilyn. Madilyn, this is Mione, an old friend," he stressed the word old as if making fun at her.
"Nice to meet you," said Madilyn in a bell like tone.
"Nice to meet you too," Hermione said shaking her hand, "so Ron, what have you been up to all these years?"
"Well, I work for my brother's company, I am Vice President of Weasley and Weasley Company, I don't know some stock thing, but any way. What are you doing at this part of the store, do you need wedding china too?" he asked happily.
"No, I have to go to the formal wear section; I'm going to that Young Wizard's Benefit dinner and according to Liz I don't have anything to wear," Hermione said as she looked over her shoulder at Liz who was already looking through the gowns, "but how about you?"
"My brother's are throwing that benefit, so I'll see you there," with that he turned around and went back to shopping for wedding china.
Then, Liz pulled Hermione over and showed her the best choices. Many of which were kind of, how shall we say this, but sluttish. So, Hermione chose out of these and her favorite was a black one.
This dress was no ordinary dress it was THE dress. It was strapless with a low cut back. The dress had a moderate length, right above the knee and was very sparkly, as almost everything in style was. As it got towards the bottom the dress became less A-line and more of a wispy style like a fairy's dress. It also took on a bluish tint on the edges and for a little flair the top had an inwards tilt to make you look bigger, if you know what I mean.
Then, as she was trying on the dress her spell rang. "'Ello," she said pulling her shirt off.
"Hermione, I need you right now, emergency," said Malfoy calmly.
"I'm a little busy," she said squirming into the dress, "not to mention I'm half naked."
"You can come like that, I don't mind, but I need you," he said as he laughed. I should tell you, his laugh was like no other, very deep, an evil laugh, like that of Michael Crawford in "The Phantom of the Opera."
"Hold on and I'll be there in 10 minutes," she said hanging up the phone. Hermione rushed out modeled the dress for two seconds went back into the dressing room, got dressed, and then bought the dress with some of Malfoy's money, he wouldn't mind, he has enough of it.
She loaded the dress into the car, dropped off Liz, and then hurried to the office. When she got there she ran up the stairs to Malfoy's office where she was met with an evil stare by her boss.
"What. is .. It?" she said between pants.
"I got an interesting call from someone looking for you. A Mr. Potter I believe," he said as though conjuring up something evil.
"Did he leave a message?" Hermione said agitated that he took her away from shopping for this.
"Yes, he left his number and told me to tell you to have him call you, I believe his number was 12-HARRY, now I needed to tell you that and you need to get a nice outfit for the benefit, your regular clothes are so drab, that's all," he said like he enjoyed watching Hermione's face turn red with anger.
"Thank you," she said through her clenched teeth and then she turned around.
"One more thing," he said, "you have your skirt tucked in your knickers," he said as he laughed again.
Hermione gasped as she pulled her skirt out of her underwear and Draco sat back laughing.
"Nice knickers, the black really suits you," said Malfoy as she walked out of the office staring at her feet. How could I do that? Hermione thought to herself as she got into her car.
When she went back to her house she called Harry.