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Claimer: I own Jack Harry Arthur Potter, Maxmillian Xavier Black, and the entire 'de Varci' family.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
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"So?" Lavender said as Hermione came in later that afternoon, having conversed with Draco for a little longer.
"So what?" Hermione asked, kicking off her yellow flip-flops.
"Who was he? The guy on the beach?"
"Spying will never get you anywhere, Lav."
"I wasn't spying, I was just watching is all. Who was he?"
"Draco."
"As in Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?" Lavender said disbelievingly.
"Yes." Hermione replied.
"Oh my god? How is he? Is he still really depressed?" Lavender asked, always hungry for gossip.
"Not so much depressed as sad. Sort of lost-looking."
"Did anything happen to him besides his parents dying?"
"He said his wife left him."
"Wife? Who was she?"
"I don't know. I saw a picture of her, I don't think she was from Hogwarts."
"He carries pictures of his ex-wife around with him?"
"No, he carries pictures of his son around and his ex-wife was in one of them."
"Son? Oh my god, this gets more interesting every minute. It's like a soap opera!"
"I know. I just can't believe this is the same Draco Malfoy that made my life hell back in Hogwarts."
"Maybe he's just acting to get you into his bed."
"Lavender!" Hermione was scandalized.
"What? He cold be you know."
"I don't think so. He seemed so kind and genuine."
"You don't fancy him, do you?" Lavender asked.
"No! Definitely not! I feel bad for him is all."
"You asked him out clubbing with us, didn't you?" Lav said accusingly.
"Well. yes. As a friend." Hermione admitted.
"And?"
"He said he didn't like clubs and he didn't want to leave his son with a babysitter at night." Lavender whistled.
"My god. He said that? Draco Malfoy said that?"
"Yep."
"God."
"I know."
"Change of subject, that's just creeping me out. What club shall we go to tonight?" Lavender asked.
"No idea. You choose." Hermione replied.
"Night Owl is supposed to be good."
"Let's go there then, where is it?"
"About ten minutes from here by foot."
"Sounds good."
"Will you let me do your makeup later?" Lavender asked. Hermione thought for a minute- every time she had let Lavender do her hair/ do her makeup/ pick out her clothes she had ended up looking like a circus clown. Lavender and everyone else said she looked amazing, but Hermione never thought so.
"Please? I won't do too much. Just a little." Lavender begged. She lived for styling other people.
"Fine. But I'm wearing my own clothes. I refuse to wear any more of yours." Hermione said.
"Aw, come on, you have to show off that body sometime. You can't go around dressed like an old lady for the rest of your life."
"Hey! I was wearing a miniskirt this morning!" Hermione protested.
"What about your upper half?"
"What about it?" Lavender threw up her hands in mock frustration.
Hermione spent the remainder of the afternoon swimming laps in the pool. They had hamburgers for dinner, before going in to get dressed. They came back out at eight o'clock, ready to go. Hermione had given in to Lavender, and let Lavender fully make her over. She had to admit Lav had done a nice job.
Hermione's hair cascaded from her shoulders in straight curtains, its glossy brown color being used to its full advantage. Lavender had done something to her eyelids that made them shimmer when they caught the light, as well as curling her eyelashes for her. Hermione had drawn the line at lipstick and mascara, both of which she hated. Lipstick got all over her drink/food, and mascara ran when she touched her eyes, no matter how waterproof it was supposed to be. She was wearing a red lace-up top over a white spaghetti-strap shirt, and black jeans.
Lavender, dressed in a slinky blue top and white trousers, led the way. She had styled her black hair into waves, which fell down to her waist. It took them hardly any time to reach Night Owl. Showing their Ids at the door, they went inside.
Claimer: I own Jack Harry Arthur Potter, Maxmillian Xavier Black, and the entire 'de Varci' family.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
Read, enjoy, and review!!! *****************************************************************
"So?" Lavender said as Hermione came in later that afternoon, having conversed with Draco for a little longer.
"So what?" Hermione asked, kicking off her yellow flip-flops.
"Who was he? The guy on the beach?"
"Spying will never get you anywhere, Lav."
"I wasn't spying, I was just watching is all. Who was he?"
"Draco."
"As in Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?" Lavender said disbelievingly.
"Yes." Hermione replied.
"Oh my god? How is he? Is he still really depressed?" Lavender asked, always hungry for gossip.
"Not so much depressed as sad. Sort of lost-looking."
"Did anything happen to him besides his parents dying?"
"He said his wife left him."
"Wife? Who was she?"
"I don't know. I saw a picture of her, I don't think she was from Hogwarts."
"He carries pictures of his ex-wife around with him?"
"No, he carries pictures of his son around and his ex-wife was in one of them."
"Son? Oh my god, this gets more interesting every minute. It's like a soap opera!"
"I know. I just can't believe this is the same Draco Malfoy that made my life hell back in Hogwarts."
"Maybe he's just acting to get you into his bed."
"Lavender!" Hermione was scandalized.
"What? He cold be you know."
"I don't think so. He seemed so kind and genuine."
"You don't fancy him, do you?" Lavender asked.
"No! Definitely not! I feel bad for him is all."
"You asked him out clubbing with us, didn't you?" Lav said accusingly.
"Well. yes. As a friend." Hermione admitted.
"And?"
"He said he didn't like clubs and he didn't want to leave his son with a babysitter at night." Lavender whistled.
"My god. He said that? Draco Malfoy said that?"
"Yep."
"God."
"I know."
"Change of subject, that's just creeping me out. What club shall we go to tonight?" Lavender asked.
"No idea. You choose." Hermione replied.
"Night Owl is supposed to be good."
"Let's go there then, where is it?"
"About ten minutes from here by foot."
"Sounds good."
"Will you let me do your makeup later?" Lavender asked. Hermione thought for a minute- every time she had let Lavender do her hair/ do her makeup/ pick out her clothes she had ended up looking like a circus clown. Lavender and everyone else said she looked amazing, but Hermione never thought so.
"Please? I won't do too much. Just a little." Lavender begged. She lived for styling other people.
"Fine. But I'm wearing my own clothes. I refuse to wear any more of yours." Hermione said.
"Aw, come on, you have to show off that body sometime. You can't go around dressed like an old lady for the rest of your life."
"Hey! I was wearing a miniskirt this morning!" Hermione protested.
"What about your upper half?"
"What about it?" Lavender threw up her hands in mock frustration.
Hermione spent the remainder of the afternoon swimming laps in the pool. They had hamburgers for dinner, before going in to get dressed. They came back out at eight o'clock, ready to go. Hermione had given in to Lavender, and let Lavender fully make her over. She had to admit Lav had done a nice job.
Hermione's hair cascaded from her shoulders in straight curtains, its glossy brown color being used to its full advantage. Lavender had done something to her eyelids that made them shimmer when they caught the light, as well as curling her eyelashes for her. Hermione had drawn the line at lipstick and mascara, both of which she hated. Lipstick got all over her drink/food, and mascara ran when she touched her eyes, no matter how waterproof it was supposed to be. She was wearing a red lace-up top over a white spaghetti-strap shirt, and black jeans.
Lavender, dressed in a slinky blue top and white trousers, led the way. She had styled her black hair into waves, which fell down to her waist. It took them hardly any time to reach Night Owl. Showing their Ids at the door, they went inside.