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In the Twinkle of an Eye

Chapter Two

Dinner and Who

Why, oh why, does Giselle have to cry!? I hate it when she cries, especially when it is over me. Why does she want Granger to come to dinner with us?

"Shhh, Giselle don't cry. I'm sorry sweetie. She can come to dinner with us if you want, just don't cry." She stops immediately. Damn, my own sister is conning me! I'm loosing it! I'm going soft and it is all because of when Giselle was born and when I met her.

"We'll eat at the restaurant La Tour d'Argent for dinner. We'll pick you up at 7." It was the restaurant that we went to on our first date. She picked it; said it was her favorite. Don't ask me why I picked it, I just did.

While I'm standing up I catch her looking at me. I stand there for a while before asking, "Like what you see?"

"No, I've seen better." I doubt it. Before I get a chance to retaliate Giselle starts in...

"Draco, can we go? I want some ice cream," she whines. Damian and Mom try not to spoil her but I do. I want her to have the things that I never had. Lucius never let me have ice cream in his presence. He said it was for babies but Mom always used to smuggle me in some from time to time.

"I have to go too. I'm staying at Elysees Star Hotel. So I'll be waiting outside at seven." Like I want to know where you're staying, why would you tell me? Then I remember. Oh, dinner...right.

"Come on kiddo, let's go get some ice cream," and with that we leave the Louvre.

After eating ice cream we went home. We met Damian in the kitchen. Mom married Damian at the start of 7th year. Lucius had died the summer before 6th year in Azkaban. Giselle is actually my half sister, Damian in her father. My mom had her at the end of my 7th year, the same time I met her. I try to avoid thinking of that subject...it still hurts.

Now I know I'm going soft. It's because of her too. She taught me how to feel...I can't talk about it anymore. I feel like my heart is tearing again.

"And then this nice woman found me and (breath) and helped me find him. Well he found us. He knew her too! She's going to have supper with us!" Giselle was telling Mom and Damian. Mom must have walked in while I was thinking.

"Draco, dear, who did you two meet?" Mom asks.

"Hermione Granger," I say plainly.

"Oh that's lovely!" My mom's changed a bunch in the past six years. I really think that she was just cold while Lucius was alive. She doesn't mind half bloods or muggleborns. She was over joying when the Golden Trio defeated Voldemort. I was fortunate to not be old enough to join his ranks when he was killed. I didn't want to join him. He was only half blood himself and I still don't know why he only like purebloods...oh well good riddance.

"I'm going to my room to write to Blaise, Mom," I say. I needed to talk to him about some things.

"Alright. What time are you two leaving?"

"Six-thirty, we have to drive the muggle way." When I reached my room I got out a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write.

Blaise,

How's Malfoy Incorporation? Have we closed the deal with the Americans yet? We really need to close that deal if we haven't already.

I know you sitting there, reading this and thinking that I'm writing you for other reasons...well you're right. You remember Hermione Granger from school? Well, Giselle and I met her again at the Louvre. Giselle thought it would be nice to invite her to dinner. So now at seven I will be having dinner with bookworm Granger. Who'd've thought?

The reason I'm writing about Granger is because when I met Granger I started thinking about her. I tried to tell Giselle no but she started crying. So I'm taking Grander and Giselle to her favorite restaurant.

I need to go get ready. Write back quickly.

-Draco

I decided that I would wear my silver button up shirt, black slacks and my black boots. I might not have great taste in clothes but at least I know what to wear and when to wear it. I've heard of muggle stores that are all the rage so, when I need to, I try to shop there.

I walked to Giselle's room to see it she was ready, "Giselle sweetie, its six-fifteen, we need to leave in fifteen minutes. Are you ready?" I say as I start to open the door.

"No! You can't see my pwetty outfit!" and with that the door was pushed shut with a soft click; she had locked her door.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I found that my owl had returned with a letter from Blaise.

Draco,

Business is fine. We closed the deal with the Americans two days after you left.

I figured that you were writing me because of something else.

Hermione Granger... ...OH! Bookworm, Golden Trio Granger! Yeah I do now. Wow, you met her in Paris. What does she look like? About three months ago I saw Seamus and he had asked if I had seen her. When I told him no the only thing that he had said on the matter was, "Damn! She's hot!" But who knows if it is true, Seamus could think that an elephant was hot.

You need to move on from her. It's not going to help you to be stuck in the past and dating Granger. Act nice to her also. Give her a chance. I may still call her Granger but we've been friends since that project in 7th year.

Blaise

P.S. If you hurt her I'll kick your arse from here to Japan.

Dating Granger! I am not dating Granger and this is not a date.

"Draco, I'm weady," Giselle startles me.

"Alright let's go," I say as I grab my car keys. "Mom, Damian, we're leaving." And with that we leave to go pick up Granger.

Here I stand outside my hotel, waiting for Malfoy and Giselle to pick me up. The problem is that I don't know how he's coming to get me- port key, apparating (that would be hard with Giselle though), bus, or car. Does he even know about Muggle transportation?

What if he pulls up in a car and waits for me to get in but I don't' see him? Ugh! Why didn't I ask what he was picking me up in? There I was in 7th year as Head Girl but lo and behold, I'm standing here acting like a complete idiot for not asking him what he was coming in or how. I think I'm going insane!

Just now, two cars pull in- a purple sunfire and a black Jaguar convertible. My fear of not finding Malfoy flew out the window as I see who is driving the Jag. As he steps out of the car I see the roof come up. Maybe the wind was messing up his 'perfect hair'. Ha! Always arrogant till the end.

Wait, what's this? He's holding the door open for me? Did someone slip him a "be nice to mudblood Granger' potion? Hmm, come to think of it, he hasn't called me mudblood. Maybe it's because of his sister.

As I step into the car I smell his cologne. It smells familiar but I can't place a name on it. As soon as he gets in and we are buckled up he takes off.

I can't believe that Blaise is making me be nice to Granger! This is not come one that I would voluntarily be nice to either.

As we're driving to La Tour d'Argent I glance over at her. She looks like she's dressed to kill, literally. What's that zombie/living dead movie called that Giselle likes so much? ... ... ...OH! Resident Evil! Giselle loves scary, gory movies. You know how the main character, Allyson's, outfit id a red dress with knee high boots? Granger is wearing something like that. Knee high tan books, a blue skirt that cut at an angle and a blue top with flowing sleeves. Her tops even low cut and stops right above her naval? What? This Granger is different. This is like a license to kill, partying Granger, not Bookworm Granger.

Hmm, we'll just go somewhere else after dinner. I know this club that will let Giselle in, so we'll go out partying. It only seems fit seeing what she's wearing. Giselle's allowed in at the club because it is run by a former Slytherin.

After a semi-long drive across the des Invalides bridge and driving along the Seine river for a bit we arrive at the restaurant. Circling though the parking lot I couldn't find a spot. Damn, guess I'll just have to shrink it. I pulled the car in a spot beside the last car on the row.

"What are you doing? We can't park here," Granger says.

"Shrinking my care. Giselle, come on, you too Granger, get out of the car." She sighs and steps out of the car while Giselle closes her door.

"Alright, is anyone watching us?"

"Nope, Draco, be careful," Giselle warns.

"Don't worry. Reducio." I walk over to the toy-looking Jag, pick it up, and put it in my pocket. "Let's go."

We walk in and wait in a small like of us and two of couples.

"Next," asks the host in French.

"Oh, oh! Can I do it!? Can I? I've been practicing my French, Gisele begs.

"You should let her," Granger says. Whoa, so she can speak! I almost forgot she was here for a second.

"Yeah, go ahead." Like I wasn't going to let her, pfff.

"Malfoy, table pour trois dans les SALONS PARTICULIERS DE LA TOUR D'ARGENT." Giselle says with accurate French. She really has improved.

"This way," our host says in French. He leads us to the private salons. I pull out Granger's chair, seat her, and then do the same for Giselle. Malfoy's can still be gentlemen even to muggleborns and half bloods. Although I certainly wouldn't be to Granger if it hadn't been for Blaise's telling me.

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Dinner went by very pleasantly. Giselle chatter about how her mom and dad, whose name is Damian I learned, where on summer holidays in France because Damian's parents live here. Damian comes form the Beauchamp Family, a well known pureblood French family in France. I asked what they were known for and she said for the help and aid in muggle medicine. Apparently generations ago they had a squib in the family who married a muggleborn (not apart of Damian's immediate family tree) and he invented some medicine and the squib helped. She couldn't remember what medicine and Malfoy was of no help.

"So Malfoy, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he says. I doubt he meant it though. He probably wants to leave.

"Why the change?"

"What change?"

"Well, I mean you're...caring towards your sister, you're being a gentleman to me and you haven't once called me a fowl name."

"I'd care for my sister even if she was a Malfoy and not a Beauchamp. And Blaise told me to be nice," he says. Was that a flicker of emotion in his eyes?

"What about Tessla, Draco? She changed you. Even Mommy says she changed you for the better," Giselle says innocently.

"Tessla died, Giselle, and so did that part of me. I haven't changed," Draco says. Now that was a little unexpected. Draco actually showed emotion in his voice.

"Who's Tessla?"

"Drop it Granger. She's not important."

I look over at Giselle and see her mouth the sentence:

He loved her.

A/N: Hey everyone! Gah! I had this typed up completely on Saturday and I had it written by last Tuesday but I wanted to finish chapter 3 before I put it up which was Friday...sry that it has taken so long. Homecoming is this week and I've had cheerleading and everything to prepare for the cheerleader float and everything. Draco might seem OoC but PLEASE stay with me! I will answer it I swear! I mean look I gave you some answers today! :-D There are more in the next chapter which is done and if I have time then ill type it on sat and post it then too! :-D

-lenne-