Disclaimer: blah, blah blah, I don't own the characters.. A/N - Because of
Lady_Mione_Malfoy, (*MWAH* I love you!) I have decided to update this fic
sooner than anticipated. One of my reviewers pointed out to me that this
fic sounds a lot like 'Coyote Ugly' I had no intention of making it like
that. I've only ever seen the movie once, and really wasn't that impressed
by it. But ANYWAY... Here is Chapter 3. Elephant Shoes!
Hermione was up surprisingly the next morning. (Actually it's the same day, but 'the next morning' sounds better) She showered, dressed, and ate some cereal and than glancing at the clock, saw it was only 11:30!While she was thinking up ways to amuse herself for an hour or two, the door opened, and Joyce walked in.
"You got a letter. Don't know who from, but I thought you might want to read it."
Hermione took the letter, and glanced at the handwriting, "It's from Harry!" She smiled and tore open the letter:
Dear Mione,
Hope everything's going well. Things are great here. I'm really getting into this whole teaching thing. Ginny is thoroughly enjoying her 7th year, and having yours Truly with her. Write and tell me all your news. Love, Harry
Hermione smiled, sighed, and put the letter on her dresser. "I really should write back to him," she said to herself, "but the whole point of this trip was to get away from everyone" She picked up the letter and put it under a pile of underwear in one of the dresser drawers. She shut it and walked out of the room and down the stairs.
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"Well, well, did you girls have a nice time," asked Laura?
"Wonderful." said Bree, laughing, "I've totally corrupted Mione! You should see some of the things she bought!"
"Well, I didn't think they were that bad, "said Hermione, sounding a bit offended. "That skirt was one of my favorite things."
"Skirt? What's wrong with it?"
"Oh, nothing." said Bree. "You can only see her underwear when she bends over."
"Oh," sighed Laura. "I thought it would be something interesting, like it was made out of plastic wrap, or maybe fish scales."
"Go put it on Mione," said Bree. "You really do look wonderful in it, and it would be a shame not to wear it when you've spent so much money."
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"Well, Miss Granger decided to take up street walking?" Joyce looked positively scandalized at the way Hermione was dressed.
Hermione blushed, "No," she said. "Just showing Laura what I bought while I was shopping today."
"I have a rule Miss Granger. You can wear whatever you please to work, but the moment a customer complains, that article of clothing belongs to me. Understand?
"Yes, Joyce." said Hermione. Then she ran down the rest of the stairs and joined Laura and Bree.
"Was the old battle-ax complaining about the way you were dressed?" asked Bree.
"Yes, she said I can wear whatever I want to work, but the moment a customer complains, she gets whatever it is I was wearing"
Laura snorted, "I haven't had a customer complain about me yet, and I've come to work in some pretty um, liberal stuff. But anyway, it's almost time to open, so let's get this show on the road"
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Hermione looked up at the clock and groaned. "I can't believe it's only 10:30. I'm exhausted! I need sleep!"
"Oh, quit whining Mione. We close at midnight tonight because no bars are aloud open on Sunday." said Bree.
"Mione, or Bree whichever one of you is waiting on table 11. They are still waiting for their drinks!" barked Joyce.
"Shit! I forgot all about them, "said Hermione. "That woman was calling me all sorts of things, and I didn't want to loose it with a customer, so I just walked away."
"Never mind," said Bree; "I'll take them. You can take my table, Table 2."
"Thank you sooo much, Bree. I owe you one."
Bree laughed, "Yes, you do. Big time. The sexiest guy I ever saw is sitting there, and I was just about to ask him for his number."
Hermione looked and saw three men sitting around Table 2 laughing."OK thanks again." she said as she grabbed a pencil and ran for the table.
She was going so fast, and not looking where she was going, that she tripped over a customer's leg and fell right into the lap of one of the men sitting at Table 2.
"Hey what the-" the conversation at the table had stopped, and the man was glancing down at Hermione in confusion.
Hermione quickly scrambled to her feet. "Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry sir. I didn't mean--"
"Granger? Hermione Granger?"
"Yes, -" Hermione finally looked up.
She recognized him.
She was staring at Draco Malfoy.
A/N: *sigh* Well, that's done. Now I can get back to my Culture & Civ. homework. You know the drill: review. Elephant Shoes!
Hermione was up surprisingly the next morning. (Actually it's the same day, but 'the next morning' sounds better) She showered, dressed, and ate some cereal and than glancing at the clock, saw it was only 11:30!While she was thinking up ways to amuse herself for an hour or two, the door opened, and Joyce walked in.
"You got a letter. Don't know who from, but I thought you might want to read it."
Hermione took the letter, and glanced at the handwriting, "It's from Harry!" She smiled and tore open the letter:
Dear Mione,
Hope everything's going well. Things are great here. I'm really getting into this whole teaching thing. Ginny is thoroughly enjoying her 7th year, and having yours Truly with her. Write and tell me all your news. Love, Harry
Hermione smiled, sighed, and put the letter on her dresser. "I really should write back to him," she said to herself, "but the whole point of this trip was to get away from everyone" She picked up the letter and put it under a pile of underwear in one of the dresser drawers. She shut it and walked out of the room and down the stairs.
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"Well, well, did you girls have a nice time," asked Laura?
"Wonderful." said Bree, laughing, "I've totally corrupted Mione! You should see some of the things she bought!"
"Well, I didn't think they were that bad, "said Hermione, sounding a bit offended. "That skirt was one of my favorite things."
"Skirt? What's wrong with it?"
"Oh, nothing." said Bree. "You can only see her underwear when she bends over."
"Oh," sighed Laura. "I thought it would be something interesting, like it was made out of plastic wrap, or maybe fish scales."
"Go put it on Mione," said Bree. "You really do look wonderful in it, and it would be a shame not to wear it when you've spent so much money."
**************************************************************************** ***
"Well, Miss Granger decided to take up street walking?" Joyce looked positively scandalized at the way Hermione was dressed.
Hermione blushed, "No," she said. "Just showing Laura what I bought while I was shopping today."
"I have a rule Miss Granger. You can wear whatever you please to work, but the moment a customer complains, that article of clothing belongs to me. Understand?
"Yes, Joyce." said Hermione. Then she ran down the rest of the stairs and joined Laura and Bree.
"Was the old battle-ax complaining about the way you were dressed?" asked Bree.
"Yes, she said I can wear whatever I want to work, but the moment a customer complains, she gets whatever it is I was wearing"
Laura snorted, "I haven't had a customer complain about me yet, and I've come to work in some pretty um, liberal stuff. But anyway, it's almost time to open, so let's get this show on the road"
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Hermione looked up at the clock and groaned. "I can't believe it's only 10:30. I'm exhausted! I need sleep!"
"Oh, quit whining Mione. We close at midnight tonight because no bars are aloud open on Sunday." said Bree.
"Mione, or Bree whichever one of you is waiting on table 11. They are still waiting for their drinks!" barked Joyce.
"Shit! I forgot all about them, "said Hermione. "That woman was calling me all sorts of things, and I didn't want to loose it with a customer, so I just walked away."
"Never mind," said Bree; "I'll take them. You can take my table, Table 2."
"Thank you sooo much, Bree. I owe you one."
Bree laughed, "Yes, you do. Big time. The sexiest guy I ever saw is sitting there, and I was just about to ask him for his number."
Hermione looked and saw three men sitting around Table 2 laughing."OK thanks again." she said as she grabbed a pencil and ran for the table.
She was going so fast, and not looking where she was going, that she tripped over a customer's leg and fell right into the lap of one of the men sitting at Table 2.
"Hey what the-" the conversation at the table had stopped, and the man was glancing down at Hermione in confusion.
Hermione quickly scrambled to her feet. "Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry sir. I didn't mean--"
"Granger? Hermione Granger?"
"Yes, -" Hermione finally looked up.
She recognized him.
She was staring at Draco Malfoy.
A/N: *sigh* Well, that's done. Now I can get back to my Culture & Civ. homework. You know the drill: review. Elephant Shoes!