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A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying this storie so far, as I love writing it. Since I am to be gone for 9 days in Sun Valley, Idaho, I am going to be writing my chapter when I can on that trip and hopefully when I come back I have something to show for myself. Anyways please keep reviewing and I will keep on writing. READ!
Chapter 4
Help
"Now, Don't Just Walk Away, Pretending That Everything's, Okay, And You Don't Care, About Me, And I, Know There's Just No Use, When All Your Lies, Become Your Truths, And I Don't Care, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Could You Look Me In The Eye, And Tell Me That Your Happy Now, Ohh, Ohh, Would You Tell It To My Face, Or Have I Been Erased, Are You Happy Now? Are You Happy Now? You Took All There Was, To Take, And Left With An Empty Plate, And You Don't Care About It, Yeah, And I, I've Given Up This Game, I'm Leaving You With All The Blame, Cause I Don't Care, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,"
Michelle Branch - "Are You Happy Now?"
Draco rolled over slightly and gripped Hermione by the shoulders. She was having one of her nightmares again and right now her body was rigid and her face was contorted into a silent scream.
Draco held onto Hermione as though for dear life as she began to violently shake. Silent tears were running down his face. When Hermione finally relaxed again and was no longer thrashed about, Draco let go of his death grip on her.
He moved over a bit and pushed her hair back from her face. She was sweating and her face was an almost sinister pale. But it wasn't unsual, not anymore.
These days Hermione was having nightmares regularily and neither she nor Dumbledore, who she had confided in, knew why. She was also having strange headaches and she could, no doubt, relate to what Harry must go through when his scar hurt.
Draco petted Hermione's face a few times before rolling over and trying to go back to sleep. But sleep didn't come to him that night and when dawn broke he was laying on his back staring dazidly at the ceiling.
He grabbed Hermione's hand subconsiously and he felt the warmth of it in his own. This was the only way he could touch her anymore, when she was unconsious. When she was awake, she shunted him to one side, and would call Daisy to harrase her about the wedding.
It seemed to Draco as though that was the only thing keeping Hermione going, the wedding. So to fill his time while Hermione was busy or didn't want his affection, he would take Destinee out on long walks around the city.
They had gone to many of the shops downtown and made some discovery's. There was a coffee shop across the street from the Sentry Park that was a block away from Hermione and Draco's flat. Draco would go there and get the strongest coffee they had.
Then him and Destinee would proceed to the park, where they had a set of swings, that Destinee loved to play on. Draco would be swinging Destinee back and forth, while sipping his coffee, until it was too dark to see anymore and they had to go home.
Today was no different, Draco bundled Destinee up in an expensive fur-lined leather outfit, which was a wonderful dove gray. Then he wrapped the equally expensive fur coat, around his daughter, put on her little green hat and put her into her push cart, and away they went.
Down the cold street they walked until they came to the coffee shop. "The Pewter Bucket" was the name of the place and for some reason it was quite popular among the people. Draco pushed the door open and was at once met with warm air.
He pushed Destinee inside making sure not to bounce her to much as they went over the threshhold. Destinee smiled at all the customers, as Draco pushed her over to the counter to give his order.
But instead of the usual old woman that manned the counter at this hour, it was a pretty young woman, around Draco's age. She had shoulder length blonde hair that she had pulled into two pig-tails, making her like quite a bit younger than she actaully was.
She turned and smiled at him and he warily smiled back, uneasy of the way she was looking at him. She took his order and he pushed Destinee over to the nearest table and grabbed out something from his coat pocket.
It was a kailidoscope (A/N: Spelling anyone?), he put it into Destinee's tiny hand she smiled up at him. It was her favorite toy and he knew that she had been waiting for him to give it to her.
Just then the blonde came over with his coffee. He nodded slowly, watching the cup of warm liquid as she set it down before him, he looked up only to hand her his money and she walked away looking miffed.
But that didn't stop her coming back and asking if his coffee was alright, or if he needed anything. When she came back a third time offering to make some warm milk for Destinee, he looked up from his coffee with grim determination to tell her off.
But when Draco looked up at her, he recognized her finally. She was Lavender Brown, she had been in his year at Hogwarts, but was from Gryffindor. Draco glanced at her name tag, to make sure he was correct.
Sure enough, it read, "Lavender" in large gold letters and he could tell that she was waiting for him to say something to her.
"How are you, Lavender," Draco asked with a skeptical air in his tone.
"Oh I am really good. How are you Draco," Lavender practially purred as she sat in the seat across from him.
"I was rather good a few minutes ago," Draco said shortly and when back to sipping his coffee morosely.
"Who is this little angel," Lavender cooed as she put her face close to Destinee's and smiled at the little infant.
"That's Destinee, my daughter," Draco said proudly even though he retained the dark look he was wearing.
"Your daughter?" Lavender questioned. Her expression suddenly shocked.
"Yeah, me and Hermione's child," Draco said looking up at Lavender with a defiant glint in his eye.
"Oh," Lavender said suddenly she became distant, she looked around at the customers waiting at the counter.
"That's nice," she said and she got up and hurried to make more coffee.
Draco sighed and turned to Destinee who was cooing in her cart. When he looked down at her she laughed and reached out her little arms to him. He picked her up and cradled her next to his heart.
"That was crazy, Destinee. But now you know how good looking your father is," Draco said smirking at his child.
Blaise and Ron were sitting at the Weasley's kitchen table. Both of them were exhausted and restless. Molly had set them to de-gnoming the garden and tending to everything that needed attention.
Now they were bored, as they had nothing else to do, now that the house was sparkling with cleanliness. Blasie was staring blankly at the counter top, when she heard Ron grunt and his chair scraped the floor as he got up and crossed the room.
Blaise looked over at him as he sat back down, a deck of muggle playing cards in his hand and a grin on his face. Blaise's face twitched between a look of amusment and the look of indifference that she wore so often.
"Do you know how to use those?" Blaise asked her face still not decided on what emotion it was going to accept.
"Of course," Ron said smirking at her.
"But your a pureblood," Blaise said raising her eyebrows.
"Yes, but I aslo have a muggle born friend, and a friend who was raised by muggles. We were often bored, so I learned from watching them play," Ron explained as he shuffled the cards.
"Alright, your going to have to teach me to play," Blaise said.
"With pleasure," Ron said pleasantly as he delt her, her cards.
Hermione scurried around quickly putting the last decorations up. What Draco hadn't noticed was that Hermione wasn't delibrately ignoring him. She was planning a little party for him.
It would be just him, her and Destinee. A right little family gathering with all the trimmings. She had been asking Ginny what she should do to make the night special. That's who she would be talking to when Draco left with Destinee everyday.
He just hadn't realized it. She hoped he wouldn't be too put out with her, she wanted him to be happy. Hermione closed her eyes and touch her forehead, it had been aching all day long. Tomorrow she was going to contact Harry and ask him what he thought.
Hermione ran to the fridge and pulled out the cake she had stored in there. It wasn't a big cake, just a small one with white whipped frosting, little red roses and in red icing along the top it red, "I Love You, Draco, From Hermione."
She hoped it wasn't to sappy for his tastes. She heard footsteps on the front walkway and whirled around, she hit the lights, making everything go into darkness and she hid herself behind the couch.
Draco walked in pushing a sleeping Destiny. It had been a long day and they both were tired. Draco walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights. Hermione jumped up from her hiding place and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, pulling him down to her.
He turned around smiled at her. It was the most affection she had given him in a long time, he picked her up and carried her to the table. He set Hermione down and looked around.
As he took in the streamers and the cake, his smile widened. It was so nice of Hermione. She snuck closer to him as he stared at the decorations and ambushed him.
She almost knocked him straight onto his back and she rained upon his face, as many kisses as she could before he could get away. Draco got up laughing and pulled Hermione with him they both sat on a kitchen chair.
"I hope you don't think I have been neglecting you of late. Everything has been so topsy-turvy and I had to find some way of keeping this secret," Hermione whispered into Draco's neck, where she had nuzzled herself.
"It's alright, love. This is so nice," Draco said slowly still in awe of Hermione's intuition. He had been wondering if it was worth being together with her, but this proved why he was.
It was later that evening and Blaise and Ron were still playing cards, but now they had two new players; Harry and Ginny. They were playing an altered version of poker. Same rules, just a few added details.
For instance, whoever had the least amount of chips had to do a dare set by the person who won that round. So far Harry was kicking butt and hadn't had to do a single dare. Ginny, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky.
She had already done four dares. In one she had to dance around the room with a soda can ontop of her head , all the while singing Christmas carols. This hand it was Ron who lost. Harry leaned back in his chair, and with an evil glint in his eye, stroked his chin as if in thought.
"Nothing too embarrasing, all right mate?" Ron said with a nervous laugh.
"Not at all," Harry said sarcastically and Ron gulped.
"Come on! Get on with it, Harry," Blaise said excitedly,
"Well seeing as you two have been eyeing each other all night, I say Ron has to kiss Blaise," Harry said at last.
Ginny laughed at the stricken look on Ron's face.
"Well thanks, Ron. Your a real confidence booster," Blaise said pretending to pout.
"Oh, he doesn't mean it like that, he's just nervous," Harry said knowingly.
Ron flushed even more so, and looked as though he was glued to his chair. Giggling softly Blaise walked over to Ron. She leaned down until they were eye to eye.
But just as they were about to kiss, Molly Weasley poked her head into the kitchen causing Blaise and Ron to spring apart, as if set on fire.
"I was just wondering why it was so quiet," Molly said not noticing that anything was amiss.
"Just playing cards, mum," Ginny said in a sing-song voice.
"Oh," Mrs. Weasley said and her head disappeared.
"Well where were we? Oh yes, now I remember," Blaise said lightly and she leaned down once more and kissed Ron lightly on the lips.
He looked a bit stunned and everyone in the room began to laugh. Blaise, now grinning like the Chesire cat, went back to her seat and dropped down onto to it gracefully.
Draco and Hermione were walking down the street together, Draco was pushing Destinee in her cart and Hermione was holding onto Draco's arm. They turned a corner and Draco stopped walking and smiled down on Hermione.
"There's this really great coffee place I want to show you," He said with a wicked grin.
Hermione just nodded and followed him into a shop that had a sign above the door reading, "The Pewter Bucket". At once the warm air hit Hermione and with a broad grin, she went to grab a newspaper to read.
Draco pushed Destinee up to the counter, just like he had been doing for the last week or so. Once again it was not Marge, as Draco recollected, that was running the counter, but Lavender.
Draco placed his order and noted, with almost sheer satisfaction that Lavender was batting her lashes at him again. He knew that from the counter the view of the newspaper rack was totally blocked by a huge fireplace that sat in the middle of the room.
Draco made no advancment to Lavender's flirtastious comments, but he did not fend them off like the last time either. For some reason he was waiting to see Hermione's reaction when she saw Lavender hitting on him.
Draco grabbed his coffee from Lavender and chose a table out of her view. Hermione hurried over to him and set the day's paper on the table. She seemed to be dancing on the spot a bit and Draco looked at her quizziclly.
"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in just a minute," Hermione said breathlessly and hurried out of sight towards the restrooms.
As if on cue, Lavender came to Draco's table and asked if he needed anything. He smiled up at her and told her no. She sat in Hermione's chair and gazed at him lustily.
"You know, I thought about what you said the other day, and I realized that I don't care a bit if you're seeing Miss-Know-It-All. I don't mind sharing you, if I can see you," Lavender said shadily.
While Lavender had been talking Hermione had walked up behind her chair. She had looked at Draco in puzzlement and he had winked at her. But when she heard what Lavender was saying to Draco, she did the first thing she thought of.
Which was to pull the chair straight out from under Lavender. As Lavender fell hard on her butt, Hermione sat in the chair and looked at her coldly.
"I happen to be an ex-Death Eater, Lavender and Draco doesn't want a thing to do to with you. He's playing with you, toying with your mind, seeing if I will attack you," As Hermione said this she turned and glared at Draco.
Lavender didn't say a word, but meekly went back to the counter. As soon as she left, Hermione rounded on Draco.
"What am I? Your entertainment whenever you feel bored? It was easy to toy with Lavender's feelings, but I will not let myself be played by you," Hermione said scathingly, her breathing was coming in cold, hard spurts.
"I wasn't playing with you Hermione, I simply wanted her off my back when I come in here," Draco said shrugging as if all this didn't faze him.
"You couldn't do it yourself? Tell her you have a girlfriend, that you have a daughter!" Hermione said acidly.
"But love, I did, and she still came after me with that look in her eye," Draco said sweetly and Hermione threw her hands up in the air.
"There is no getting mad at you! Stop looking at me with those eyes, I swear someday I will blind you so I can take out my anger on you," Hermione said sorrowfully and she tried glaring at Draco one last time, but ended up in a half sneer.
"You already do blind me, love! But not with any spell, you blind me with your beauty, your personality and above all your intelligence," Draco said soothingly and Hermione gave him a dirty look.
"Shut up. You nasty little lair," Hermione said but she was smiling this time.
"I shall never forget the look on Lavender's face as she was falling," Draco said wickedly and Hermione grinned more brightly.
"Oh alright. You know I enjoyed that little escapade as much as you did," Hermione said laughing.
"Haha I know. Now would you be just a bit nicer to Daisy? I think one of these days she is going to quit and you know that it will be your fault," Draco said and Hermione gave him a dark look.
"How can I? I utterly detest that woman," Hermione said fiercely.
"I knew you'd say that," Draco said and he winked at Hermione and went back to his beloved coffee.
"I just can't work with you! What don't you understand about the music? It's simple there is this song and this one, this one is played during the actaul ceremony and this one at the recpetion as the guests come in," Hermione said already in a towering rage.
"Well maybe if you'd have left me instructions telling me to buy the music I would have known," Daisy snapped back as she pulled at a loose strand of her own hair.
"I don't even know why Ginny hired you," Hermione screamed.
"Because she needed someone to deal with her control-freak Maid of Honor! I have to say that I haven't been doing well, at all on that front," Daisy said viciously.
Hermione fell silent and looked at herself in the mirror that was hanging on the wall. She had tears running down her face and she looked very angry. She hated what she saw and she turned away.
"I think we are done for today," Daisy said quietly and Hermione got up and left wordlessly.
A/N: Muahaha alright I finally got that chapter out of the way. Haha I really liked the part with Lavender and Hermione. Anyways keep up the reviews!
A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying this storie so far, as I love writing it. Since I am to be gone for 9 days in Sun Valley, Idaho, I am going to be writing my chapter when I can on that trip and hopefully when I come back I have something to show for myself. Anyways please keep reviewing and I will keep on writing. READ!
Chapter 4
Help
"Now, Don't Just Walk Away, Pretending That Everything's, Okay, And You Don't Care, About Me, And I, Know There's Just No Use, When All Your Lies, Become Your Truths, And I Don't Care, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Could You Look Me In The Eye, And Tell Me That Your Happy Now, Ohh, Ohh, Would You Tell It To My Face, Or Have I Been Erased, Are You Happy Now? Are You Happy Now? You Took All There Was, To Take, And Left With An Empty Plate, And You Don't Care About It, Yeah, And I, I've Given Up This Game, I'm Leaving You With All The Blame, Cause I Don't Care, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,"
Michelle Branch - "Are You Happy Now?"
Draco rolled over slightly and gripped Hermione by the shoulders. She was having one of her nightmares again and right now her body was rigid and her face was contorted into a silent scream.
Draco held onto Hermione as though for dear life as she began to violently shake. Silent tears were running down his face. When Hermione finally relaxed again and was no longer thrashed about, Draco let go of his death grip on her.
He moved over a bit and pushed her hair back from her face. She was sweating and her face was an almost sinister pale. But it wasn't unsual, not anymore.
These days Hermione was having nightmares regularily and neither she nor Dumbledore, who she had confided in, knew why. She was also having strange headaches and she could, no doubt, relate to what Harry must go through when his scar hurt.
Draco petted Hermione's face a few times before rolling over and trying to go back to sleep. But sleep didn't come to him that night and when dawn broke he was laying on his back staring dazidly at the ceiling.
He grabbed Hermione's hand subconsiously and he felt the warmth of it in his own. This was the only way he could touch her anymore, when she was unconsious. When she was awake, she shunted him to one side, and would call Daisy to harrase her about the wedding.
It seemed to Draco as though that was the only thing keeping Hermione going, the wedding. So to fill his time while Hermione was busy or didn't want his affection, he would take Destinee out on long walks around the city.
They had gone to many of the shops downtown and made some discovery's. There was a coffee shop across the street from the Sentry Park that was a block away from Hermione and Draco's flat. Draco would go there and get the strongest coffee they had.
Then him and Destinee would proceed to the park, where they had a set of swings, that Destinee loved to play on. Draco would be swinging Destinee back and forth, while sipping his coffee, until it was too dark to see anymore and they had to go home.
Today was no different, Draco bundled Destinee up in an expensive fur-lined leather outfit, which was a wonderful dove gray. Then he wrapped the equally expensive fur coat, around his daughter, put on her little green hat and put her into her push cart, and away they went.
Down the cold street they walked until they came to the coffee shop. "The Pewter Bucket" was the name of the place and for some reason it was quite popular among the people. Draco pushed the door open and was at once met with warm air.
He pushed Destinee inside making sure not to bounce her to much as they went over the threshhold. Destinee smiled at all the customers, as Draco pushed her over to the counter to give his order.
But instead of the usual old woman that manned the counter at this hour, it was a pretty young woman, around Draco's age. She had shoulder length blonde hair that she had pulled into two pig-tails, making her like quite a bit younger than she actaully was.
She turned and smiled at him and he warily smiled back, uneasy of the way she was looking at him. She took his order and he pushed Destinee over to the nearest table and grabbed out something from his coat pocket.
It was a kailidoscope (A/N: Spelling anyone?), he put it into Destinee's tiny hand she smiled up at him. It was her favorite toy and he knew that she had been waiting for him to give it to her.
Just then the blonde came over with his coffee. He nodded slowly, watching the cup of warm liquid as she set it down before him, he looked up only to hand her his money and she walked away looking miffed.
But that didn't stop her coming back and asking if his coffee was alright, or if he needed anything. When she came back a third time offering to make some warm milk for Destinee, he looked up from his coffee with grim determination to tell her off.
But when Draco looked up at her, he recognized her finally. She was Lavender Brown, she had been in his year at Hogwarts, but was from Gryffindor. Draco glanced at her name tag, to make sure he was correct.
Sure enough, it read, "Lavender" in large gold letters and he could tell that she was waiting for him to say something to her.
"How are you, Lavender," Draco asked with a skeptical air in his tone.
"Oh I am really good. How are you Draco," Lavender practially purred as she sat in the seat across from him.
"I was rather good a few minutes ago," Draco said shortly and when back to sipping his coffee morosely.
"Who is this little angel," Lavender cooed as she put her face close to Destinee's and smiled at the little infant.
"That's Destinee, my daughter," Draco said proudly even though he retained the dark look he was wearing.
"Your daughter?" Lavender questioned. Her expression suddenly shocked.
"Yeah, me and Hermione's child," Draco said looking up at Lavender with a defiant glint in his eye.
"Oh," Lavender said suddenly she became distant, she looked around at the customers waiting at the counter.
"That's nice," she said and she got up and hurried to make more coffee.
Draco sighed and turned to Destinee who was cooing in her cart. When he looked down at her she laughed and reached out her little arms to him. He picked her up and cradled her next to his heart.
"That was crazy, Destinee. But now you know how good looking your father is," Draco said smirking at his child.
Blaise and Ron were sitting at the Weasley's kitchen table. Both of them were exhausted and restless. Molly had set them to de-gnoming the garden and tending to everything that needed attention.
Now they were bored, as they had nothing else to do, now that the house was sparkling with cleanliness. Blasie was staring blankly at the counter top, when she heard Ron grunt and his chair scraped the floor as he got up and crossed the room.
Blaise looked over at him as he sat back down, a deck of muggle playing cards in his hand and a grin on his face. Blaise's face twitched between a look of amusment and the look of indifference that she wore so often.
"Do you know how to use those?" Blaise asked her face still not decided on what emotion it was going to accept.
"Of course," Ron said smirking at her.
"But your a pureblood," Blaise said raising her eyebrows.
"Yes, but I aslo have a muggle born friend, and a friend who was raised by muggles. We were often bored, so I learned from watching them play," Ron explained as he shuffled the cards.
"Alright, your going to have to teach me to play," Blaise said.
"With pleasure," Ron said pleasantly as he delt her, her cards.
Hermione scurried around quickly putting the last decorations up. What Draco hadn't noticed was that Hermione wasn't delibrately ignoring him. She was planning a little party for him.
It would be just him, her and Destinee. A right little family gathering with all the trimmings. She had been asking Ginny what she should do to make the night special. That's who she would be talking to when Draco left with Destinee everyday.
He just hadn't realized it. She hoped he wouldn't be too put out with her, she wanted him to be happy. Hermione closed her eyes and touch her forehead, it had been aching all day long. Tomorrow she was going to contact Harry and ask him what he thought.
Hermione ran to the fridge and pulled out the cake she had stored in there. It wasn't a big cake, just a small one with white whipped frosting, little red roses and in red icing along the top it red, "I Love You, Draco, From Hermione."
She hoped it wasn't to sappy for his tastes. She heard footsteps on the front walkway and whirled around, she hit the lights, making everything go into darkness and she hid herself behind the couch.
Draco walked in pushing a sleeping Destiny. It had been a long day and they both were tired. Draco walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights. Hermione jumped up from her hiding place and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, pulling him down to her.
He turned around smiled at her. It was the most affection she had given him in a long time, he picked her up and carried her to the table. He set Hermione down and looked around.
As he took in the streamers and the cake, his smile widened. It was so nice of Hermione. She snuck closer to him as he stared at the decorations and ambushed him.
She almost knocked him straight onto his back and she rained upon his face, as many kisses as she could before he could get away. Draco got up laughing and pulled Hermione with him they both sat on a kitchen chair.
"I hope you don't think I have been neglecting you of late. Everything has been so topsy-turvy and I had to find some way of keeping this secret," Hermione whispered into Draco's neck, where she had nuzzled herself.
"It's alright, love. This is so nice," Draco said slowly still in awe of Hermione's intuition. He had been wondering if it was worth being together with her, but this proved why he was.
It was later that evening and Blaise and Ron were still playing cards, but now they had two new players; Harry and Ginny. They were playing an altered version of poker. Same rules, just a few added details.
For instance, whoever had the least amount of chips had to do a dare set by the person who won that round. So far Harry was kicking butt and hadn't had to do a single dare. Ginny, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky.
She had already done four dares. In one she had to dance around the room with a soda can ontop of her head , all the while singing Christmas carols. This hand it was Ron who lost. Harry leaned back in his chair, and with an evil glint in his eye, stroked his chin as if in thought.
"Nothing too embarrasing, all right mate?" Ron said with a nervous laugh.
"Not at all," Harry said sarcastically and Ron gulped.
"Come on! Get on with it, Harry," Blaise said excitedly,
"Well seeing as you two have been eyeing each other all night, I say Ron has to kiss Blaise," Harry said at last.
Ginny laughed at the stricken look on Ron's face.
"Well thanks, Ron. Your a real confidence booster," Blaise said pretending to pout.
"Oh, he doesn't mean it like that, he's just nervous," Harry said knowingly.
Ron flushed even more so, and looked as though he was glued to his chair. Giggling softly Blaise walked over to Ron. She leaned down until they were eye to eye.
But just as they were about to kiss, Molly Weasley poked her head into the kitchen causing Blaise and Ron to spring apart, as if set on fire.
"I was just wondering why it was so quiet," Molly said not noticing that anything was amiss.
"Just playing cards, mum," Ginny said in a sing-song voice.
"Oh," Mrs. Weasley said and her head disappeared.
"Well where were we? Oh yes, now I remember," Blaise said lightly and she leaned down once more and kissed Ron lightly on the lips.
He looked a bit stunned and everyone in the room began to laugh. Blaise, now grinning like the Chesire cat, went back to her seat and dropped down onto to it gracefully.
Draco and Hermione were walking down the street together, Draco was pushing Destinee in her cart and Hermione was holding onto Draco's arm. They turned a corner and Draco stopped walking and smiled down on Hermione.
"There's this really great coffee place I want to show you," He said with a wicked grin.
Hermione just nodded and followed him into a shop that had a sign above the door reading, "The Pewter Bucket". At once the warm air hit Hermione and with a broad grin, she went to grab a newspaper to read.
Draco pushed Destinee up to the counter, just like he had been doing for the last week or so. Once again it was not Marge, as Draco recollected, that was running the counter, but Lavender.
Draco placed his order and noted, with almost sheer satisfaction that Lavender was batting her lashes at him again. He knew that from the counter the view of the newspaper rack was totally blocked by a huge fireplace that sat in the middle of the room.
Draco made no advancment to Lavender's flirtastious comments, but he did not fend them off like the last time either. For some reason he was waiting to see Hermione's reaction when she saw Lavender hitting on him.
Draco grabbed his coffee from Lavender and chose a table out of her view. Hermione hurried over to him and set the day's paper on the table. She seemed to be dancing on the spot a bit and Draco looked at her quizziclly.
"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in just a minute," Hermione said breathlessly and hurried out of sight towards the restrooms.
As if on cue, Lavender came to Draco's table and asked if he needed anything. He smiled up at her and told her no. She sat in Hermione's chair and gazed at him lustily.
"You know, I thought about what you said the other day, and I realized that I don't care a bit if you're seeing Miss-Know-It-All. I don't mind sharing you, if I can see you," Lavender said shadily.
While Lavender had been talking Hermione had walked up behind her chair. She had looked at Draco in puzzlement and he had winked at her. But when she heard what Lavender was saying to Draco, she did the first thing she thought of.
Which was to pull the chair straight out from under Lavender. As Lavender fell hard on her butt, Hermione sat in the chair and looked at her coldly.
"I happen to be an ex-Death Eater, Lavender and Draco doesn't want a thing to do to with you. He's playing with you, toying with your mind, seeing if I will attack you," As Hermione said this she turned and glared at Draco.
Lavender didn't say a word, but meekly went back to the counter. As soon as she left, Hermione rounded on Draco.
"What am I? Your entertainment whenever you feel bored? It was easy to toy with Lavender's feelings, but I will not let myself be played by you," Hermione said scathingly, her breathing was coming in cold, hard spurts.
"I wasn't playing with you Hermione, I simply wanted her off my back when I come in here," Draco said shrugging as if all this didn't faze him.
"You couldn't do it yourself? Tell her you have a girlfriend, that you have a daughter!" Hermione said acidly.
"But love, I did, and she still came after me with that look in her eye," Draco said sweetly and Hermione threw her hands up in the air.
"There is no getting mad at you! Stop looking at me with those eyes, I swear someday I will blind you so I can take out my anger on you," Hermione said sorrowfully and she tried glaring at Draco one last time, but ended up in a half sneer.
"You already do blind me, love! But not with any spell, you blind me with your beauty, your personality and above all your intelligence," Draco said soothingly and Hermione gave him a dirty look.
"Shut up. You nasty little lair," Hermione said but she was smiling this time.
"I shall never forget the look on Lavender's face as she was falling," Draco said wickedly and Hermione grinned more brightly.
"Oh alright. You know I enjoyed that little escapade as much as you did," Hermione said laughing.
"Haha I know. Now would you be just a bit nicer to Daisy? I think one of these days she is going to quit and you know that it will be your fault," Draco said and Hermione gave him a dark look.
"How can I? I utterly detest that woman," Hermione said fiercely.
"I knew you'd say that," Draco said and he winked at Hermione and went back to his beloved coffee.
"I just can't work with you! What don't you understand about the music? It's simple there is this song and this one, this one is played during the actaul ceremony and this one at the recpetion as the guests come in," Hermione said already in a towering rage.
"Well maybe if you'd have left me instructions telling me to buy the music I would have known," Daisy snapped back as she pulled at a loose strand of her own hair.
"I don't even know why Ginny hired you," Hermione screamed.
"Because she needed someone to deal with her control-freak Maid of Honor! I have to say that I haven't been doing well, at all on that front," Daisy said viciously.
Hermione fell silent and looked at herself in the mirror that was hanging on the wall. She had tears running down her face and she looked very angry. She hated what she saw and she turned away.
"I think we are done for today," Daisy said quietly and Hermione got up and left wordlessly.
A/N: Muahaha alright I finally got that chapter out of the way. Haha I really liked the part with Lavender and Hermione. Anyways keep up the reviews!