SHATTERED GLASS
by o
supported by sPECTARE, cUPERE, cAPERE, part of aGAINST aLL rEASONS
part four: mixing business with pleasure.
'so where do you want to go?' hermione asked.
draco's stomach was growling. 'let's just go to the first place that sells breakfast.'
hermione shrugged. 'i guess that works.'
'and here it is,' draco added.
it was fairly small, but neither cared. they ducked into the tiny door to CAFFE, CARA. their noses were filled with the smells of coffee, bread, and perfume. hermione smiled. she was starving. and from the look in draco's eyes, he was, too.
^ ^ ^
laughing, draco opened the door to the hotel room and let himself and hermione in. 'well how was i supposed to know the guy didn't speak any bloody english?'
'we're in ITALY, for crying out loud,' hermione said, tears of laughter streaming down her face. 'what did you expect, when he said, scusi? have you ever heard that word in english?'
draco rolled his eyes, and he had hermione laughed again. 'um,' draco finally said slowly. 'we should probably take a peek at those packets.'
he turned away, sitting down at the dark wooden table, where he and hermione had tossed the papers yesterday night before their sleeping arrangement argument.
hermione nodded, sitting across from him and picking up the folder. opening it, she thumbed through the papers.
'they're just talking about the history of the Glass here,' she said. 'and we already know all the stories.'
'this tells us places to go that could contain more clues,' draco said as he skimmed the packet.
'well, we should probably check them out then, shouldn't we?'
draco nodded. 'i guess so.'
'what's it got on there first?'
'the -' draco tried to pronounce it properly. 'basilica st. marco,' he said, his british accent ringing out.
hermione laughed. 'we are so english,' she commented, standing up. 'are we going?'
draco shrugged. 'sure.'
^ ^ ^
they didn't return until evening, though neither would never admit it was because they had been doing other stuff besides research the basilica st. marco.
his hand had touched hers as they both reached for the pepper at lunch, and hermione had felt slightly giddy in that second. she had giggled against her own free will and pulled her hand away, looking down at her plate. she didn't know that his eyes were studying her, wondering why on earth she had pulled her hand away. he didn't mind the glowing feeling that filled him; and he missed it when it was gone.
"this is ridiculous," draco said. "number one, i never really knew this girl, so all the things i said about how much i hate her couldn't have been true, because, well, i never knew her. and number two, why did it feel like that? why?"
hermione really needed something to drink. badly. where was the mini fridge?
there. she took out two beers, tossing one to draco, who caught it easily. popping it open, she raised it. 'cheers,' she said, before taking a large gulp.
'cheers,' draco said, also drinking it eagerly.
they each went through three bottles, before hermione said, 'enough!' in a fairly wasted voice. 'no more!' she stumbled past draco to throw her empty bottles out. her perfume lingered with him; his senses were dulled, but he could smell her. and she smelled good. very good.
he swallowed hard, watching as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and sat on the bed. the beer was going to his head. 'so,' she finally said. 'what have we learned?'
'don't try to rent a boat from a man who doesn't speak english,' draco concluded.
'i meant about the Glass.' hermione smiled.
'oh. um. that the bloke who used to own the basilica place had the Glass for a while, and he got murdered. that's about it.'
'right. that's not much.'
'what time is it?'
hermione looked at the bedside clock. 'seven-thirty,' she told him.
'what are we going to do?'
hermione shrugged. 'i'm kind of in the mood for a board game.' she laughed. 'i know it sounds stupid.'
draco shook his head. 'they said they have board games and cards and things like that downstairs. do you want me to check?'
'sure.'
'ok.'
draco ducked out of the room.
a few minutes later, he appeared again. 'is monopoly ok?'
by o
supported by sPECTARE, cUPERE, cAPERE, part of aGAINST aLL rEASONS
part four: mixing business with pleasure.
'so where do you want to go?' hermione asked.
draco's stomach was growling. 'let's just go to the first place that sells breakfast.'
hermione shrugged. 'i guess that works.'
'and here it is,' draco added.
it was fairly small, but neither cared. they ducked into the tiny door to CAFFE, CARA. their noses were filled with the smells of coffee, bread, and perfume. hermione smiled. she was starving. and from the look in draco's eyes, he was, too.
^ ^ ^
laughing, draco opened the door to the hotel room and let himself and hermione in. 'well how was i supposed to know the guy didn't speak any bloody english?'
'we're in ITALY, for crying out loud,' hermione said, tears of laughter streaming down her face. 'what did you expect, when he said, scusi? have you ever heard that word in english?'
draco rolled his eyes, and he had hermione laughed again. 'um,' draco finally said slowly. 'we should probably take a peek at those packets.'
he turned away, sitting down at the dark wooden table, where he and hermione had tossed the papers yesterday night before their sleeping arrangement argument.
hermione nodded, sitting across from him and picking up the folder. opening it, she thumbed through the papers.
'they're just talking about the history of the Glass here,' she said. 'and we already know all the stories.'
'this tells us places to go that could contain more clues,' draco said as he skimmed the packet.
'well, we should probably check them out then, shouldn't we?'
draco nodded. 'i guess so.'
'what's it got on there first?'
'the -' draco tried to pronounce it properly. 'basilica st. marco,' he said, his british accent ringing out.
hermione laughed. 'we are so english,' she commented, standing up. 'are we going?'
draco shrugged. 'sure.'
^ ^ ^
they didn't return until evening, though neither would never admit it was because they had been doing other stuff besides research the basilica st. marco.
his hand had touched hers as they both reached for the pepper at lunch, and hermione had felt slightly giddy in that second. she had giggled against her own free will and pulled her hand away, looking down at her plate. she didn't know that his eyes were studying her, wondering why on earth she had pulled her hand away. he didn't mind the glowing feeling that filled him; and he missed it when it was gone.
"this is ridiculous," draco said. "number one, i never really knew this girl, so all the things i said about how much i hate her couldn't have been true, because, well, i never knew her. and number two, why did it feel like that? why?"
hermione really needed something to drink. badly. where was the mini fridge?
there. she took out two beers, tossing one to draco, who caught it easily. popping it open, she raised it. 'cheers,' she said, before taking a large gulp.
'cheers,' draco said, also drinking it eagerly.
they each went through three bottles, before hermione said, 'enough!' in a fairly wasted voice. 'no more!' she stumbled past draco to throw her empty bottles out. her perfume lingered with him; his senses were dulled, but he could smell her. and she smelled good. very good.
he swallowed hard, watching as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and sat on the bed. the beer was going to his head. 'so,' she finally said. 'what have we learned?'
'don't try to rent a boat from a man who doesn't speak english,' draco concluded.
'i meant about the Glass.' hermione smiled.
'oh. um. that the bloke who used to own the basilica place had the Glass for a while, and he got murdered. that's about it.'
'right. that's not much.'
'what time is it?'
hermione looked at the bedside clock. 'seven-thirty,' she told him.
'what are we going to do?'
hermione shrugged. 'i'm kind of in the mood for a board game.' she laughed. 'i know it sounds stupid.'
draco shook his head. 'they said they have board games and cards and things like that downstairs. do you want me to check?'
'sure.'
'ok.'
draco ducked out of the room.
a few minutes later, he appeared again. 'is monopoly ok?'