A/N: Alright I lied about it being my last update... I couldn't stay away.
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have reviewed, never once did I think I would write a story that would get
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of you. Anyway, on with the story.. I think this chapter is going to be
mostly fluff, but we shall see at the end eh?
Disclaimer: Please don't sue me.
Chapter 11 - Hogsmeade
Hermione was practically dragging Draco all the way from the castle to Hogsmeade. He hadn't been all too excited to be spending the day with three women, the estrogen was just way too much for him. Plus, as much as he loved his mum, he knew she would be as giddy as a school girl around Rhiannon and probably playing dress up with Hermione and himself as though they were life sized dolls. No Draco was certainly not looking forward to this.
"What's the matter with you?" Hermione said getting annoyed, she didn't like that she had to drag him all the way down to the village, frankly, she was getting a bit tired.
"You obviously don't know Narcissa Malfoy!" he said, still resisting a little. "She's like shopping machine. She doesn't stop. When I was little I was like a doll she played dress up with! It was ridiculous."
"Oh she can't be that bad. Now come on, stop being such a git and just walk with me!" Hermione demanded.
When they finally arrived, having it haven taken twice the normal amount of time due to Draco, they walked over to the Three Broomsticks. Where, much to Draco's dismay they were met with an extremely giggly pair of mums. It was Rhiannon who first noticed them and waved them down. The two teenagers went over to met there mums. Both Narcissa and Rhiannon looked extremely over dressed for the occasion of just merely shopping, but neither seemed to notice and after quite a few rolled eyes from Draco, they left the Three Broomsticks and walked out to the robes shop.
This was absolutely nothing like Madame Malkin's in Diagon Alley. It was exceptionally smaller and the robes were much plainer. But Narcissa had planned on this and owled ahead of time so that the shopkeeper would have more adequate materials and patterns from their higher class taste. It was Draco's turn first which was perfectly fine with him. The sooner he got up there, the sooner he'd be done and could hopefully run off to the Quidditch Supplies shop.
Under Narcissa and Rhiannon's watchful eyes, Draco was fitted with every different style and color robe, which much to Hermione's amusement including a lovely shade of puce and pink. He looked at her in desperation as if to say 'Won't you please help me?' but Hermione was having an absolutely wonderful time basking in his misery and talking to Narcissa and Rhiannon. "So, I have never really been to a proper wizard ball," Hermione said, "Other than the Yule Ball of course. How will I know how to act?"
"Hermione, darling," Narcissa drawled identically to Draco's, "You must act as though you could do absolutely no wrong and what you say is law. Act as though you own the world," she said smiling at her future daughter-in-law.
"Indeed," chimed in Rhiannon, "And do not for one spilt second let any of them think that you are inferior to them. If you do, you will never gain their respect."
Draco was squirming up on the pedestal on which he was standing. He was itching to say something and had open his mouth several times, before remembering every time that, only five minutes into this session, Narcissa had put a silencing charm on him to keep him from complaining. Oh how she did know him too well.
"Oh!" Narcissa squealed with delight, "I do like that one! Don't you Rhiannon?" she said turning to her partner in crime.
Both Rhiannon and Hermione looked up at Draco and smiled. He, although the scowl on his face was ever present, looked strikingly handsome. The jacket he wore had a mandarin collar and was a dark coal, almost black but not exactly, with a white (also mandarin) collared shirt underneath, and matching dark coal slacks. The robe was black with a platinum clasp on the top. The suit jacket wasn't too tight, but it was enough to define Draco's muscles. He crossed his arms over his chest, still scowling, praying that his time of torture was over. He held his breath waiting from both of their reactions. He looked to Hermione first, and when he saw her smiling brightly, his scowl was wiped off of his face. He smiled back at her and noticed when she began to blush and sharply turned her head away from further embarrassment. He looked to Rhiannon next, who unlike Hermione was not smiling, but rather studying him. After a few brief but tense seconds of Draco thinking that he had died and gone to Hell, she smiled and nodded to Narcissa who clapped with joy.
She told the tailor that they would be taking the suit and removed Draco's silencing charm.
"Finally," he said breathing a sigh of relief. The women just smiled and laughed at him.
"Mum, if you three lovely women don't mind," Draco said very chivalrously, "I'll be leaving the three of you to your dresses and other womanly things."
Narcissa, who was not one to give into her son's charms easily, decided to let it slide for today, warning him however that he would have to come back, as she thought that his opinion on how his fiancee was to look the night their engagement was announced was something of valued importance.
"Now Hermione, if you'll please," Narcissa said, "Step up on the pedestal. I trust I won't have to put the silencing charm on you as I did my son," she said smirking playfully.
***
Draco had never been so happy to get back into his school uniform in his life. He got re-dress in a record breaking time. He made a mad dash for the Quidditch shop. When he got in, his heart sank. As if his day couldn't possibly get any worse, Potty and Weasel were in the shop already, looking over something that he was positively sure the Weasel could never afford. He sneered at both of their backs. He'd been laying low with them, at the request of Hermione. But Hermione was not here now. Of course this did put them at a slight advantage, being that it would be two against one, but Draco didn't care. He needed to make someone's day as miserable as his own had been.
"Well," he sneered, "If it isn't the two little Gryffindorks..."
"Shut it Malfoy," spat Harry. Ron just started at Draco in a blind rage. He had always been the one to jump to Hermione's aid when she was called 'mudblood' by her now boyfriend that stood in front of them. He was unsure of what to do. Should he attack and defend his Hermione's honor? Or should he not attack afraid of Malfoy's Hemione's rage?
"What's the matter Weasel? You look lost... do you miss your little mudblood? Oops, did I say that? I meant my Slytherin Princess."
"Malfoy..." Ron growled out between clenched teeth, "Get out."
"Oh I think not Weasel. You see, my girlfriend and our mums are currently doing, 'girl' things," he said before turning his attention to Harry, "Aww, Potter, you're taking this just as bad as the Weasel is, aren't you? Imagine losing your little girlfriend to your greatest enemy. But honestly Potter," he said smiley like the act who ate the canary, "You could have rebounded off onto someone better than the Weasel here. And I thought you liked girls, who'd have thought you to be a poof?"
Harry swung, but Draco ducked just in time to miss the punch. He laughed maliciously, as he waved a dismissive hand at them, "Boys, boys, if you'll excuse me I have a girlfriend to get back to."
Harry held back Ron from lunging at Draco's retreating form. "He's not worth it Ron."
***
When Draco re entered the robe shop, his mouth hit the floor. Hermione stood on the pedestal looking like an angel. The white material was there, but it wasn't at the same time. It was made of a almost see-through white silk. Around her neck was an opal necklace that the first part went all the way around her neck, and then started off small in length and got progressively longer, after about four of the opal bands, the white material flowed out and down. The front of the dress was tied at the very bottom and connected to the sleeves as it was all one continuos piece of material. The dress underneath was tight to her body showing off her new found curves. The back dipped all the way down so that it was a scoop back and had another opal attachment on it that connected the extra material from her sleeves. About half way down her upper arm, there were two more opal bands that the material flowed out of to drape down around her arms. (A/N: if you are confused or just interested on exactly what Hermione's dress looks like go to the site : for a side view and for the front view ) She looked up at Draco expectantly. He just stared dumbly at her, unable to find his voice.
Both Rhiannon and Narcissa had noticed his reaction to her and their unanimous decision that this was indeed a keeper.
A/N: Alright well, I know I said that the conflict would be in the Three Broomsticks and it probably should have included Hermione. But trust me when I say that the Gryffindor boys will be getting what is coming to them soon enough.
Disclaimer: Please don't sue me.
Chapter 11 - Hogsmeade
Hermione was practically dragging Draco all the way from the castle to Hogsmeade. He hadn't been all too excited to be spending the day with three women, the estrogen was just way too much for him. Plus, as much as he loved his mum, he knew she would be as giddy as a school girl around Rhiannon and probably playing dress up with Hermione and himself as though they were life sized dolls. No Draco was certainly not looking forward to this.
"What's the matter with you?" Hermione said getting annoyed, she didn't like that she had to drag him all the way down to the village, frankly, she was getting a bit tired.
"You obviously don't know Narcissa Malfoy!" he said, still resisting a little. "She's like shopping machine. She doesn't stop. When I was little I was like a doll she played dress up with! It was ridiculous."
"Oh she can't be that bad. Now come on, stop being such a git and just walk with me!" Hermione demanded.
When they finally arrived, having it haven taken twice the normal amount of time due to Draco, they walked over to the Three Broomsticks. Where, much to Draco's dismay they were met with an extremely giggly pair of mums. It was Rhiannon who first noticed them and waved them down. The two teenagers went over to met there mums. Both Narcissa and Rhiannon looked extremely over dressed for the occasion of just merely shopping, but neither seemed to notice and after quite a few rolled eyes from Draco, they left the Three Broomsticks and walked out to the robes shop.
This was absolutely nothing like Madame Malkin's in Diagon Alley. It was exceptionally smaller and the robes were much plainer. But Narcissa had planned on this and owled ahead of time so that the shopkeeper would have more adequate materials and patterns from their higher class taste. It was Draco's turn first which was perfectly fine with him. The sooner he got up there, the sooner he'd be done and could hopefully run off to the Quidditch Supplies shop.
Under Narcissa and Rhiannon's watchful eyes, Draco was fitted with every different style and color robe, which much to Hermione's amusement including a lovely shade of puce and pink. He looked at her in desperation as if to say 'Won't you please help me?' but Hermione was having an absolutely wonderful time basking in his misery and talking to Narcissa and Rhiannon. "So, I have never really been to a proper wizard ball," Hermione said, "Other than the Yule Ball of course. How will I know how to act?"
"Hermione, darling," Narcissa drawled identically to Draco's, "You must act as though you could do absolutely no wrong and what you say is law. Act as though you own the world," she said smiling at her future daughter-in-law.
"Indeed," chimed in Rhiannon, "And do not for one spilt second let any of them think that you are inferior to them. If you do, you will never gain their respect."
Draco was squirming up on the pedestal on which he was standing. He was itching to say something and had open his mouth several times, before remembering every time that, only five minutes into this session, Narcissa had put a silencing charm on him to keep him from complaining. Oh how she did know him too well.
"Oh!" Narcissa squealed with delight, "I do like that one! Don't you Rhiannon?" she said turning to her partner in crime.
Both Rhiannon and Hermione looked up at Draco and smiled. He, although the scowl on his face was ever present, looked strikingly handsome. The jacket he wore had a mandarin collar and was a dark coal, almost black but not exactly, with a white (also mandarin) collared shirt underneath, and matching dark coal slacks. The robe was black with a platinum clasp on the top. The suit jacket wasn't too tight, but it was enough to define Draco's muscles. He crossed his arms over his chest, still scowling, praying that his time of torture was over. He held his breath waiting from both of their reactions. He looked to Hermione first, and when he saw her smiling brightly, his scowl was wiped off of his face. He smiled back at her and noticed when she began to blush and sharply turned her head away from further embarrassment. He looked to Rhiannon next, who unlike Hermione was not smiling, but rather studying him. After a few brief but tense seconds of Draco thinking that he had died and gone to Hell, she smiled and nodded to Narcissa who clapped with joy.
She told the tailor that they would be taking the suit and removed Draco's silencing charm.
"Finally," he said breathing a sigh of relief. The women just smiled and laughed at him.
"Mum, if you three lovely women don't mind," Draco said very chivalrously, "I'll be leaving the three of you to your dresses and other womanly things."
Narcissa, who was not one to give into her son's charms easily, decided to let it slide for today, warning him however that he would have to come back, as she thought that his opinion on how his fiancee was to look the night their engagement was announced was something of valued importance.
"Now Hermione, if you'll please," Narcissa said, "Step up on the pedestal. I trust I won't have to put the silencing charm on you as I did my son," she said smirking playfully.
***
Draco had never been so happy to get back into his school uniform in his life. He got re-dress in a record breaking time. He made a mad dash for the Quidditch shop. When he got in, his heart sank. As if his day couldn't possibly get any worse, Potty and Weasel were in the shop already, looking over something that he was positively sure the Weasel could never afford. He sneered at both of their backs. He'd been laying low with them, at the request of Hermione. But Hermione was not here now. Of course this did put them at a slight advantage, being that it would be two against one, but Draco didn't care. He needed to make someone's day as miserable as his own had been.
"Well," he sneered, "If it isn't the two little Gryffindorks..."
"Shut it Malfoy," spat Harry. Ron just started at Draco in a blind rage. He had always been the one to jump to Hermione's aid when she was called 'mudblood' by her now boyfriend that stood in front of them. He was unsure of what to do. Should he attack and defend his Hermione's honor? Or should he not attack afraid of Malfoy's Hemione's rage?
"What's the matter Weasel? You look lost... do you miss your little mudblood? Oops, did I say that? I meant my Slytherin Princess."
"Malfoy..." Ron growled out between clenched teeth, "Get out."
"Oh I think not Weasel. You see, my girlfriend and our mums are currently doing, 'girl' things," he said before turning his attention to Harry, "Aww, Potter, you're taking this just as bad as the Weasel is, aren't you? Imagine losing your little girlfriend to your greatest enemy. But honestly Potter," he said smiley like the act who ate the canary, "You could have rebounded off onto someone better than the Weasel here. And I thought you liked girls, who'd have thought you to be a poof?"
Harry swung, but Draco ducked just in time to miss the punch. He laughed maliciously, as he waved a dismissive hand at them, "Boys, boys, if you'll excuse me I have a girlfriend to get back to."
Harry held back Ron from lunging at Draco's retreating form. "He's not worth it Ron."
***
When Draco re entered the robe shop, his mouth hit the floor. Hermione stood on the pedestal looking like an angel. The white material was there, but it wasn't at the same time. It was made of a almost see-through white silk. Around her neck was an opal necklace that the first part went all the way around her neck, and then started off small in length and got progressively longer, after about four of the opal bands, the white material flowed out and down. The front of the dress was tied at the very bottom and connected to the sleeves as it was all one continuos piece of material. The dress underneath was tight to her body showing off her new found curves. The back dipped all the way down so that it was a scoop back and had another opal attachment on it that connected the extra material from her sleeves. About half way down her upper arm, there were two more opal bands that the material flowed out of to drape down around her arms. (A/N: if you are confused or just interested on exactly what Hermione's dress looks like go to the site : for a side view and for the front view ) She looked up at Draco expectantly. He just stared dumbly at her, unable to find his voice.
Both Rhiannon and Narcissa had noticed his reaction to her and their unanimous decision that this was indeed a keeper.
A/N: Alright well, I know I said that the conflict would be in the Three Broomsticks and it probably should have included Hermione. But trust me when I say that the Gryffindor boys will be getting what is coming to them soon enough.