A/N: Here in chappy 3! Thanks bunches to all my wonderful reviewers, yea
all three of you! You guys are so sweet! I'm gonna get the next few
chapters posted faster. no one likes to read a 3 chapter long fic. Happy
reading!
Disclaimer: Ya'll know I own nothing.
Chapter three!
Hermione woke up the next morning and was shocked to see Draco next to her on the cold bathroom floor. 'What the hell is he doing here?' Then suddenly all the emotions of last night came back to her. She was slightly happy that he was there; his shoulder was nice to cry on. She left the bathroom and entered the kitchen. The salad was still sitting on the table and the drapes were still closed, though sunlight was pouring through. Minnie sat down in a chair and started to silently pick at the salad thinking about the events of the night before. Malfoy seemed to be so much nicer then he had ever been at Hogworts.
Suddenly she was knocked out of her deep thought by a knock on the door. She went over and opened it slowly. It was her manager Rose.
"Hermione, where the hell have you been? We have an interview and a photo shoot that we need to be at in twenty minuets. God, you look like shit! (A/N: I don't know if any of you watch Friends, but I'm thinken' that Rose is much like Chandlers Ex-girlfriend Janice. "Oh. My. God. Chandler. Bing." Type person) what are you wearing?!? Damn, you need some makeup! CAN I DO IT? I'm thinking. PINK SPARKLES!!!"
"Sorry Rose, but NO! I'll be ready in thirty minuets. I'll meet you in the lobby."
"Darlen', we don't got thirty!" She always did this. SO RUDE! Hermione made a mental note to figure out what she was on when she hired her.
"Sorry, did you hear me? I'LL BE DOWN IN THIRTY! SEE YOU THEN!" Where did that come from??
"OK, OK!!! We got thirty! Also after the photo shoot we have to get on a plane and go to New York, the label reps want a meeting."
"Why can't this just be done on the phone?" Hermione asked eating the salad.
"They claim that it's to long to be dealt with on the phone." Said Rose, picking at her very long red nails.
"Ok, I'll be down soon." Hermione shut the door and let out a sigh. Damn she hated that witch. She was a witch. All of Minnie's staff was magical. It made it easier to be herself.
As soon as the door was closed Draco walked out of the bathroom. "She's a bitch." He said sleepily. Rubbing his eyes.
"I know. Ok, I have to go to a photo shoot. I'm sorry that we never got to talk, but I still want to. When's a good time for you?"
"Well I'm going back to the London tomorrow. And if you have to go back to New York then I don't know." He said forlornly.(A/N: hee hee, gotta love the thesaurus!)
"Well, I'll send you an owl when I get to New York. I'm so, so, so sorry about last night."
"That's ok, just don't forget to owl me a letter."
"I wont." She said as she led him to the door.
"Oh, and Hermione"
"Yes?"
"Rose lied. You look beautiful." At that moment he gave her a short but sweet kiss on the lips. It wasn't anything special, but Hermione could feel sparks. Then he left without another word.
After he left Hermione just stood there in shock. 'WTF???'. She was shocked, but happy at the same time. Draco Malfoy, the minister of magic, hottest 23 year old in the world just kissed her. 'I'm a fifteen year old again. Damn' she thought to herself. Nothing but a misestry groupie.
This left twenty minuets to get ready for the interview/photo shoot. Hermione threw on some yoga pants and a matching tank top. She put her hair into a messy bun and grabbed her sunglasses and her Prada messenger style bag that she brings everywhere and promptly went to the lobby.
The interview was nothing new. It was for a magazine called "French Teenager" it was for French muggles. She was asked the usual questions such as: "Do you have a boy friend?", "What are qualities in an ideal mate?", "What kind of style do you like?", "What's your favorite color?", and "What kind of makeup do you wear?" Minnie answered all of these the average way: no, honesty and unconditional love, Audrey Hepburn, Red, and Estee Lauder.
After that they went to the photo shoot. Mariah Carey's song "Honey" was blaring in the background. It was one of Minnie's mix CD's that she requested they play at photo shoots. The Mix also included the songs "Heartbreaker" and "Loverboy". It took several very boring hours but the torture ended and she was on her way to her own privet jet.
The jet was one of Hermione's favorite perks. She had a general room with a desk and a couch and a TV. She also had a bathroom (no tub), had a bedroom for her. The kitchen was in the front of the plane. As always, there we lilies littered through the plane.
When they arrived at the plane Minnie went back to the bedroom and told no one to disturb her. She plopped down on the bed and got a piece of parchment and her quell out of the messenger bag. She started the letter to Draco.
Dear Draco,
I'm on my way to New York, on the airplane, you know? Well, I still don't know when I'll be back, so I'll send this letter to the trash can and write you when I know something.
Much Love,
Hermione
She promptly threw the letter to the trashcan. She couldn't write him now. There was nothing to write. Instead she pondered the short kiss they had shared earlier that day. 'It was nice. Period. That's it, nothing more, maybe it will turn in to a friend ship, BUT THATS IT!' She thought to herself. 'Shit I'm falling for him.' She knew it and there was no denying it.
She arrived in New York and went to her hotel. It reminded her of the one in Paris, but she instead had the view of New York. She missed and loved Paris. She wished to live there, but her home was always in London.
Later that day she went to Arista records. She went up to the top floor to "L.A" Reid's office. And the meeting started the conversation.
"So, Hermione, as you might know your contract with us is up soon. We need to re-sign you. This time you will have many more benefits because we know that you are sell-able. This new contract will be good for two more records and then it will run out again. Here is a copy of it, you should run it by your lawyer and let us know soon." He handed her a very large contract that was in a huge binder. She placed it on her lap.
"Ok, thanks."
"Also, Hermione, nice with the comment about not needing a man in your life to make you happy. Female fans identify with that. Can you not have a boyfriend for about six more months" After this comment Rose smiled. The whole comment was her idea.
"Ok, I can try." 'This is such b.s.' Hermione thought to herself.
"Ok, I understand that your lawyer is in London, so why don't you take two weeks off before you sigh the new contract."
"OH, thanks."
"Goodbye"
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The second that she left the offices she wrote a letter to Draco. She was going to spend the rest of the day in New York and apperate to London that night.
Dear Draco,
In coming back to London for two weeks. Come over tomorrow at about 8:30, or when ever you get back.
Much Love,
Hermione
She gave it to her trusty owl and went shopping.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione returned to London that night. She was carrying two huge Prada bags and a Gucci bag. Soon after her arrival she received a letter from Draco.
Hermionie,
Sounds great. I'll be at your place at 8:30. Did you have fun in NYC??
Can't wait to see you,
Draco
Hermione couldn't wait.
END CHAPTER 3.
Very short chapter. I hope everyone liked it!
Much Luv!
pink
Disclaimer: Ya'll know I own nothing.
Chapter three!
Hermione woke up the next morning and was shocked to see Draco next to her on the cold bathroom floor. 'What the hell is he doing here?' Then suddenly all the emotions of last night came back to her. She was slightly happy that he was there; his shoulder was nice to cry on. She left the bathroom and entered the kitchen. The salad was still sitting on the table and the drapes were still closed, though sunlight was pouring through. Minnie sat down in a chair and started to silently pick at the salad thinking about the events of the night before. Malfoy seemed to be so much nicer then he had ever been at Hogworts.
Suddenly she was knocked out of her deep thought by a knock on the door. She went over and opened it slowly. It was her manager Rose.
"Hermione, where the hell have you been? We have an interview and a photo shoot that we need to be at in twenty minuets. God, you look like shit! (A/N: I don't know if any of you watch Friends, but I'm thinken' that Rose is much like Chandlers Ex-girlfriend Janice. "Oh. My. God. Chandler. Bing." Type person) what are you wearing?!? Damn, you need some makeup! CAN I DO IT? I'm thinking. PINK SPARKLES!!!"
"Sorry Rose, but NO! I'll be ready in thirty minuets. I'll meet you in the lobby."
"Darlen', we don't got thirty!" She always did this. SO RUDE! Hermione made a mental note to figure out what she was on when she hired her.
"Sorry, did you hear me? I'LL BE DOWN IN THIRTY! SEE YOU THEN!" Where did that come from??
"OK, OK!!! We got thirty! Also after the photo shoot we have to get on a plane and go to New York, the label reps want a meeting."
"Why can't this just be done on the phone?" Hermione asked eating the salad.
"They claim that it's to long to be dealt with on the phone." Said Rose, picking at her very long red nails.
"Ok, I'll be down soon." Hermione shut the door and let out a sigh. Damn she hated that witch. She was a witch. All of Minnie's staff was magical. It made it easier to be herself.
As soon as the door was closed Draco walked out of the bathroom. "She's a bitch." He said sleepily. Rubbing his eyes.
"I know. Ok, I have to go to a photo shoot. I'm sorry that we never got to talk, but I still want to. When's a good time for you?"
"Well I'm going back to the London tomorrow. And if you have to go back to New York then I don't know." He said forlornly.(A/N: hee hee, gotta love the thesaurus!)
"Well, I'll send you an owl when I get to New York. I'm so, so, so sorry about last night."
"That's ok, just don't forget to owl me a letter."
"I wont." She said as she led him to the door.
"Oh, and Hermione"
"Yes?"
"Rose lied. You look beautiful." At that moment he gave her a short but sweet kiss on the lips. It wasn't anything special, but Hermione could feel sparks. Then he left without another word.
After he left Hermione just stood there in shock. 'WTF???'. She was shocked, but happy at the same time. Draco Malfoy, the minister of magic, hottest 23 year old in the world just kissed her. 'I'm a fifteen year old again. Damn' she thought to herself. Nothing but a misestry groupie.
This left twenty minuets to get ready for the interview/photo shoot. Hermione threw on some yoga pants and a matching tank top. She put her hair into a messy bun and grabbed her sunglasses and her Prada messenger style bag that she brings everywhere and promptly went to the lobby.
The interview was nothing new. It was for a magazine called "French Teenager" it was for French muggles. She was asked the usual questions such as: "Do you have a boy friend?", "What are qualities in an ideal mate?", "What kind of style do you like?", "What's your favorite color?", and "What kind of makeup do you wear?" Minnie answered all of these the average way: no, honesty and unconditional love, Audrey Hepburn, Red, and Estee Lauder.
After that they went to the photo shoot. Mariah Carey's song "Honey" was blaring in the background. It was one of Minnie's mix CD's that she requested they play at photo shoots. The Mix also included the songs "Heartbreaker" and "Loverboy". It took several very boring hours but the torture ended and she was on her way to her own privet jet.
The jet was one of Hermione's favorite perks. She had a general room with a desk and a couch and a TV. She also had a bathroom (no tub), had a bedroom for her. The kitchen was in the front of the plane. As always, there we lilies littered through the plane.
When they arrived at the plane Minnie went back to the bedroom and told no one to disturb her. She plopped down on the bed and got a piece of parchment and her quell out of the messenger bag. She started the letter to Draco.
Dear Draco,
I'm on my way to New York, on the airplane, you know? Well, I still don't know when I'll be back, so I'll send this letter to the trash can and write you when I know something.
Much Love,
Hermione
She promptly threw the letter to the trashcan. She couldn't write him now. There was nothing to write. Instead she pondered the short kiss they had shared earlier that day. 'It was nice. Period. That's it, nothing more, maybe it will turn in to a friend ship, BUT THATS IT!' She thought to herself. 'Shit I'm falling for him.' She knew it and there was no denying it.
She arrived in New York and went to her hotel. It reminded her of the one in Paris, but she instead had the view of New York. She missed and loved Paris. She wished to live there, but her home was always in London.
Later that day she went to Arista records. She went up to the top floor to "L.A" Reid's office. And the meeting started the conversation.
"So, Hermione, as you might know your contract with us is up soon. We need to re-sign you. This time you will have many more benefits because we know that you are sell-able. This new contract will be good for two more records and then it will run out again. Here is a copy of it, you should run it by your lawyer and let us know soon." He handed her a very large contract that was in a huge binder. She placed it on her lap.
"Ok, thanks."
"Also, Hermione, nice with the comment about not needing a man in your life to make you happy. Female fans identify with that. Can you not have a boyfriend for about six more months" After this comment Rose smiled. The whole comment was her idea.
"Ok, I can try." 'This is such b.s.' Hermione thought to herself.
"Ok, I understand that your lawyer is in London, so why don't you take two weeks off before you sigh the new contract."
"OH, thanks."
"Goodbye"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The second that she left the offices she wrote a letter to Draco. She was going to spend the rest of the day in New York and apperate to London that night.
Dear Draco,
In coming back to London for two weeks. Come over tomorrow at about 8:30, or when ever you get back.
Much Love,
Hermione
She gave it to her trusty owl and went shopping.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione returned to London that night. She was carrying two huge Prada bags and a Gucci bag. Soon after her arrival she received a letter from Draco.
Hermionie,
Sounds great. I'll be at your place at 8:30. Did you have fun in NYC??
Can't wait to see you,
Draco
Hermione couldn't wait.
END CHAPTER 3.
Very short chapter. I hope everyone liked it!
Much Luv!
pink
