After taking a shower, Hermione fell into bed exhausted and barely
managed to pull the covers up to her shoulders before falling unconscious.
That night Hermione's dream reminded her of an old time film projector
flashing images. She saw her punching Vania, her parents finding her
goodbye note and crying, she saw Harry laughing, but what vexed her most of
all the images was a vision of her running into Draco Malfoy's embrace
laughing.
She awoke in a cold sweat when their lips were about to touch and put a hand over her heaving chest. Sunlight blinded her for a few seconds until her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming through the window. "Fucking hell that was weird." Hermione sat up shakily and rolled her head to each side. She looked over at the clock on the bed side table and saw that it read 1pm. She slid her body over the side of the bed and placed her feet gingerly on the floor while grabbing the discarded robe that lay on a nearby chair. After slipping on the robe she made her way over to the bathroom to take care of a little annoyance.
As Hermione sat on the toilet, she put her head in her hands and mentally tallied up a list of things to do today. Even though she had loosened up considerably, she was still the same old Hermione on the inside. She would of course need to find a job, I mean she had to pay off the rent somehow and she didn't have that much money. After finishing her business, Hermione washed her hands and began brushing her teeth looking at her self in the mirror. For the first time in awhile she finally looked well rested and relaxed. Maybe all she needed was a little vacation by herself, forever.
She walked out of the bathroom and went out in the other room and began unpacking her clothing, looking for something to wear. After putting all her clothes away she walked out onto the terrace and had to quickly discard the robe before burning up. She knew Rome was hot, but she didn't remember it ever being this hot. She walked back into her cool room and picked out a midriff barring sea green camisole that looked like lingerie and a khaki camo skirt that hung low on her hips. She pulled out her natural colored thong sandals and hopped into the shower before dressing. After dressing and applying some makeup, Hermione made her way down to the lobby, maybe Sebastian could tell her where she could get a job. While waiting for the elevator to come up, a cute sandy haired boy exited a room and joined her in the hall. He looked over at her and smiled. Hermione smiled back but self consciously began fiddling with her bracelets. Even though he was cute, Hermione just wasn't in the mood to deal with guys right now, hell, maybe ever. Not that she was a lesbian; she just needed to be by herself for awhile. * Well, maybe I can make time for him, he's pretty damn cute.* The elevator chimed, announcing the doors were opening and the two teenagers stepped inside. Their fingers brushed when they both went to press the button for the lobby, but Hermione quickly pulled back her hand.
"Oh sorry, are you going down to the lobby as well?" The boy had a slight French accent and smiled down at her.
"Hm? Oh yes." Hermione nervously tugged at the Hermes' scarf tied around her waist like a belt.
"You're from England? "
"Yes, from London. Are you from France?" Hermione could feel her cheeks getting warm from being addressed by this boy.
"Well I was born here in Italy, but when I turned 7; my father's job was transferred to Paris so I've been living there for the past 10 years."
"That's cool. I don't think either of my parent's jobs are going to get transferred, they're dentists. "The two laughed together and waited for the doors to open.
As the doors opened the boy turned to Hermione and stuck out his hand.
"By the way, my name's Domnique." Hermione reluctantly shuck his hand gently.
"Hermione."
"Her-mio-knee?"
"Yea."
"Well hopefully I'll see you around Hermione."
"Hopefully."
As Hermione watched the blonde haired boy walk out the gold doors, she smiled to herself while walking over to the receptionist desk. Things were looking up already. Now all she needed to know was where she could find a place to work, and that part of her underwear was showing.
She awoke in a cold sweat when their lips were about to touch and put a hand over her heaving chest. Sunlight blinded her for a few seconds until her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming through the window. "Fucking hell that was weird." Hermione sat up shakily and rolled her head to each side. She looked over at the clock on the bed side table and saw that it read 1pm. She slid her body over the side of the bed and placed her feet gingerly on the floor while grabbing the discarded robe that lay on a nearby chair. After slipping on the robe she made her way over to the bathroom to take care of a little annoyance.
As Hermione sat on the toilet, she put her head in her hands and mentally tallied up a list of things to do today. Even though she had loosened up considerably, she was still the same old Hermione on the inside. She would of course need to find a job, I mean she had to pay off the rent somehow and she didn't have that much money. After finishing her business, Hermione washed her hands and began brushing her teeth looking at her self in the mirror. For the first time in awhile she finally looked well rested and relaxed. Maybe all she needed was a little vacation by herself, forever.
She walked out of the bathroom and went out in the other room and began unpacking her clothing, looking for something to wear. After putting all her clothes away she walked out onto the terrace and had to quickly discard the robe before burning up. She knew Rome was hot, but she didn't remember it ever being this hot. She walked back into her cool room and picked out a midriff barring sea green camisole that looked like lingerie and a khaki camo skirt that hung low on her hips. She pulled out her natural colored thong sandals and hopped into the shower before dressing. After dressing and applying some makeup, Hermione made her way down to the lobby, maybe Sebastian could tell her where she could get a job. While waiting for the elevator to come up, a cute sandy haired boy exited a room and joined her in the hall. He looked over at her and smiled. Hermione smiled back but self consciously began fiddling with her bracelets. Even though he was cute, Hermione just wasn't in the mood to deal with guys right now, hell, maybe ever. Not that she was a lesbian; she just needed to be by herself for awhile. * Well, maybe I can make time for him, he's pretty damn cute.* The elevator chimed, announcing the doors were opening and the two teenagers stepped inside. Their fingers brushed when they both went to press the button for the lobby, but Hermione quickly pulled back her hand.
"Oh sorry, are you going down to the lobby as well?" The boy had a slight French accent and smiled down at her.
"Hm? Oh yes." Hermione nervously tugged at the Hermes' scarf tied around her waist like a belt.
"You're from England? "
"Yes, from London. Are you from France?" Hermione could feel her cheeks getting warm from being addressed by this boy.
"Well I was born here in Italy, but when I turned 7; my father's job was transferred to Paris so I've been living there for the past 10 years."
"That's cool. I don't think either of my parent's jobs are going to get transferred, they're dentists. "The two laughed together and waited for the doors to open.
As the doors opened the boy turned to Hermione and stuck out his hand.
"By the way, my name's Domnique." Hermione reluctantly shuck his hand gently.
"Hermione."
"Her-mio-knee?"
"Yea."
"Well hopefully I'll see you around Hermione."
"Hopefully."
As Hermione watched the blonde haired boy walk out the gold doors, she smiled to herself while walking over to the receptionist desk. Things were looking up already. Now all she needed to know was where she could find a place to work, and that part of her underwear was showing.