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Dress Fourth What Money For
Nobody said anything for a moment. Draco looked cross and Peter couldn't secrete his joy.
"I'll go change. 'Honey', could you let Mr. Donovan in and have some tea until I back." There's a warning in her sweet tone, and Draco could do nothing but let him in. But he refused to serve him.
Jamie came out in three minutes, clad in old jeans and long sleeves blue shirt. She sat beside Draco, so close she might sit in his lap.
Nobody said a word for some moment. Peter looked at Jamie, Draco looked at Peter and Jamie, and Jamie just simply waiting for Peter to tell her why he's looking for her.
"Ehm, I thought I've told you that I can't be your model."
"Because you're going back to England, yes I know it. I just thought that since you were alone I could come here to ask you to have dinner with me."
"Oh. Well, I." Jamie didn't have time to finish her words because at that moment the doorbell rang again.
"Must be the pizza guy, I'll get it." Draco kissed her temple before went to open the door.
When Draco's back, he saw the two were hugging. Jamie smiled at her guest and watch him went out pass Draco.
Smiling, Jamie took the pizza from Draco and pulled him back to the couches.
"What's he doing here?"
"Asked me out for dinner. Which I turned down because I have a pizza date."
"Does it happen a lot?"
"Hmm?"
"A guy come and ask you out?"
"Not really, didn't I tell you that I don't date muggles?"
"Good, and what a cute pizza guy," Draco pulled her on to his lap, "He must be fifteen or sixteen."
"Which one, the blond or the brunette or the red?"
"The brunette."
"It's your lucky night, Alex is the cutest, he's sixteen five months, and saving his money for a Harley."
"Stupid muggle." Draco picked the biggest piece.
"Oh, don't get jealous, Draco, and leave my pizza alone."
"You can't eat them all, I'm just helping you. And by the way, I'm not jealous."
"Really," Jamie wiped a small piece left at his lips, "You are cute, Draco. Listen, I have a photograph session tomorrow so."
"I'll come with you."
"No way."
"Why not?"
"There are too many cute guy there, half naked, sexy and. you're drooling, Malfoy."
"I will have to watch you out."
"You are so sweet, take your hand off my last piece, Draco. Told you I'm hungry."
***
"OK, Jamie, we'll take the last shoot. Sam, could you be a little more cheerful. It's for the summer. We are happy at summer. But we won't if you keep you face that way."
"Oh, come on, Matt. If you stand at my place, I bet you could make his face all summer," Jamie laughed at the photographer.
The session was longer than Jamie anticipation. She had to change to nine outfits. She could feel Draco eye's looking at her sharply. She couldn't help to wear short, thin and little pieces of clothes. It's for the summer.
It's always like that with Matt. He's hard when working time but other than that he's OK. He even let Draco to take the last two pictures of Jamie.
"You used this to focus and just push this when you want to take the picture," Matt left him after he showed all the necessary button.
"You think you could do it, Draco?" Jamie posed for him, she moved her lips to make it look more sensual.
"Oh, yeah. And I could eat you too, you look delicious, Harry, even from this funny thing."
"Camera, honey. And please, it's Jamie."
"Done. Let's go back to England."
"Oh, no. There's no flight to England until tomorrow. It's full."
"Who said were going to take the plane?" Draco whispered in her ear.
"I did. And I will."
"Why don't we just apparate or take the portkey."
"NO."
"And why is so?"
"Because I entered this country legally and I want to leave it legally so that one day I could enter it legally and leave it legally and."
"Enter it legally just to leave it legally again and again."
"Clever."
"I know I am."
"I need to change so you could wait here."
"Not too long, Harry, or I'll drag you out."
When Jamie walked out, she saw Draco was talking to someone on his cell phone. He looked serious and authority.
"Whom are you talking to?"
"Veronica. I see that you're ready, let's go."
"Veronica who, and where are we going to?"
"You'll see. Oh, Matt, Sam, it's a pleasure to meet you both. We're leaving tomorrow, so I guess I'll say goodbye now?"
"We are?" Jamie looked flabbergasted at him.
"Yes. I had my secretary to get the ticket for us. It's tomorrow evening."
"OK." Jamie turned to her friends, "Just visit me when you come to England."
"Oh, we will just tell me where you live."
"I." Grinning sheepishly, Jamie said, "Don't know yet. I'll have to find some flat first."
"Here," Draco handed Matthew his business card, "Just call me when you come to England."
"We will."
***
"You really don't have to do it, Malfoy. I know you're rich but I'm not poor myself."
"You're not, huh, but your godfather buys you your clothes. And I don't like it." Draco had taken her to the more exclusive part of Paris, with expensive boutiques along the street.
"He loves to and I don't have problem with that. He feels responsible for me, and wants to make up for the past time. And you don't have to like it."
"I feel like doing charity today."
"Helloooo, I've told you I don't need that. No, I told you that you don't have to, but I really don't need that."
"Come on, Harry. Just make my day and try those outfits."
Pouting, Jamie took the clothes offered to her.
While Jamie tried all the dress he'd chose, Draco took his time to ogle at her body. Red, green, yellow, purple, blue, all colour but black. She looked good in them. And they are all different from what Draco saw Jamie wear before. In a short sentence, everything long, thick and close.
"Do you really expect me to wear these? I can't believe you. Nobody wear these anymore."
"That's what a lady should wear. Not that pieces of wash rug you call clothes."
Jamie only rolled her eyes. She saw the happy boutique owner smiling to Draco. Trying to attract him whilst assuring him how wonderful Jamie looked on those clothes.
"You're not buying all of that thing, right?"
"Why, honey. That's what money for."
The boutique owner only giggling at Draco's retort.
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Dress Fourth What Money For
Nobody said anything for a moment. Draco looked cross and Peter couldn't secrete his joy.
"I'll go change. 'Honey', could you let Mr. Donovan in and have some tea until I back." There's a warning in her sweet tone, and Draco could do nothing but let him in. But he refused to serve him.
Jamie came out in three minutes, clad in old jeans and long sleeves blue shirt. She sat beside Draco, so close she might sit in his lap.
Nobody said a word for some moment. Peter looked at Jamie, Draco looked at Peter and Jamie, and Jamie just simply waiting for Peter to tell her why he's looking for her.
"Ehm, I thought I've told you that I can't be your model."
"Because you're going back to England, yes I know it. I just thought that since you were alone I could come here to ask you to have dinner with me."
"Oh. Well, I." Jamie didn't have time to finish her words because at that moment the doorbell rang again.
"Must be the pizza guy, I'll get it." Draco kissed her temple before went to open the door.
When Draco's back, he saw the two were hugging. Jamie smiled at her guest and watch him went out pass Draco.
Smiling, Jamie took the pizza from Draco and pulled him back to the couches.
"What's he doing here?"
"Asked me out for dinner. Which I turned down because I have a pizza date."
"Does it happen a lot?"
"Hmm?"
"A guy come and ask you out?"
"Not really, didn't I tell you that I don't date muggles?"
"Good, and what a cute pizza guy," Draco pulled her on to his lap, "He must be fifteen or sixteen."
"Which one, the blond or the brunette or the red?"
"The brunette."
"It's your lucky night, Alex is the cutest, he's sixteen five months, and saving his money for a Harley."
"Stupid muggle." Draco picked the biggest piece.
"Oh, don't get jealous, Draco, and leave my pizza alone."
"You can't eat them all, I'm just helping you. And by the way, I'm not jealous."
"Really," Jamie wiped a small piece left at his lips, "You are cute, Draco. Listen, I have a photograph session tomorrow so."
"I'll come with you."
"No way."
"Why not?"
"There are too many cute guy there, half naked, sexy and. you're drooling, Malfoy."
"I will have to watch you out."
"You are so sweet, take your hand off my last piece, Draco. Told you I'm hungry."
***
"OK, Jamie, we'll take the last shoot. Sam, could you be a little more cheerful. It's for the summer. We are happy at summer. But we won't if you keep you face that way."
"Oh, come on, Matt. If you stand at my place, I bet you could make his face all summer," Jamie laughed at the photographer.
The session was longer than Jamie anticipation. She had to change to nine outfits. She could feel Draco eye's looking at her sharply. She couldn't help to wear short, thin and little pieces of clothes. It's for the summer.
It's always like that with Matt. He's hard when working time but other than that he's OK. He even let Draco to take the last two pictures of Jamie.
"You used this to focus and just push this when you want to take the picture," Matt left him after he showed all the necessary button.
"You think you could do it, Draco?" Jamie posed for him, she moved her lips to make it look more sensual.
"Oh, yeah. And I could eat you too, you look delicious, Harry, even from this funny thing."
"Camera, honey. And please, it's Jamie."
"Done. Let's go back to England."
"Oh, no. There's no flight to England until tomorrow. It's full."
"Who said were going to take the plane?" Draco whispered in her ear.
"I did. And I will."
"Why don't we just apparate or take the portkey."
"NO."
"And why is so?"
"Because I entered this country legally and I want to leave it legally so that one day I could enter it legally and leave it legally and."
"Enter it legally just to leave it legally again and again."
"Clever."
"I know I am."
"I need to change so you could wait here."
"Not too long, Harry, or I'll drag you out."
When Jamie walked out, she saw Draco was talking to someone on his cell phone. He looked serious and authority.
"Whom are you talking to?"
"Veronica. I see that you're ready, let's go."
"Veronica who, and where are we going to?"
"You'll see. Oh, Matt, Sam, it's a pleasure to meet you both. We're leaving tomorrow, so I guess I'll say goodbye now?"
"We are?" Jamie looked flabbergasted at him.
"Yes. I had my secretary to get the ticket for us. It's tomorrow evening."
"OK." Jamie turned to her friends, "Just visit me when you come to England."
"Oh, we will just tell me where you live."
"I." Grinning sheepishly, Jamie said, "Don't know yet. I'll have to find some flat first."
"Here," Draco handed Matthew his business card, "Just call me when you come to England."
"We will."
***
"You really don't have to do it, Malfoy. I know you're rich but I'm not poor myself."
"You're not, huh, but your godfather buys you your clothes. And I don't like it." Draco had taken her to the more exclusive part of Paris, with expensive boutiques along the street.
"He loves to and I don't have problem with that. He feels responsible for me, and wants to make up for the past time. And you don't have to like it."
"I feel like doing charity today."
"Helloooo, I've told you I don't need that. No, I told you that you don't have to, but I really don't need that."
"Come on, Harry. Just make my day and try those outfits."
Pouting, Jamie took the clothes offered to her.
While Jamie tried all the dress he'd chose, Draco took his time to ogle at her body. Red, green, yellow, purple, blue, all colour but black. She looked good in them. And they are all different from what Draco saw Jamie wear before. In a short sentence, everything long, thick and close.
"Do you really expect me to wear these? I can't believe you. Nobody wear these anymore."
"That's what a lady should wear. Not that pieces of wash rug you call clothes."
Jamie only rolled her eyes. She saw the happy boutique owner smiling to Draco. Trying to attract him whilst assuring him how wonderful Jamie looked on those clothes.
"You're not buying all of that thing, right?"
"Why, honey. That's what money for."
The boutique owner only giggling at Draco's retort.
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