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Chapter 3

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Winged Cupid Paints Them Blind

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"End of subject. Now if we are all done with dinner then I suggest we leave," Malfoy said coldly. His face was motionless, not like the kindness he had showed to Giselle yesterday.

"I'm done. What about you, Giselle?" I asked.

"Yeppers, I'm done too."

Malfoy paid for the check and we left. When we got into the car Giselle asked if I would turn on the radio. When I flicked it on Aerosmith was on with Run DMC singing Walk This Way.

"You listen to muggle music?" I ask Malfoy.

"This is the only station I listen to and I haven't set up my wizard stations yet."

"You listen to The Party with me, Draco," Giselle says.

"After you beg and beg, he laughs. Wait a second, the emotionless man at dinner is now laughing...I think he might be bipolar. I won't comment on it since I don't want to ruin his time. Tessla must have changed him.

We drove for a little while until I noticed that we were going the wrong way to get to my hotel.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to a club. You looked dressed for one and Giselle has on her new outfit." I turned around to get a good look at her outfit. Giselle's outfit was a cute pink shirt with an adorable black skirt from Betsy Johnson. Looks like she is ready to go clubbing too...well to a nice club.

"Alright. So where are we clubbing?"

"There's a Slytherin, two years under us, who has a French club. His name is François Ashford," Malfoy says.

"Ashford? That isn't French though."

"His mother is French and his father is English."

"Oh, I see. Is it a wizard joint or muggle? I doubt it would be both."

"Both actually, wizards are in the back room; muggles are in the front. We won't see anyone from Hogwarts though."

"Can I ask you a question that's totally off the subject? Why ARE you in France?"

"I can answer that one! He spending time here before Blaise makes him go back to his past and business. Hmm, wasn't it like a year ago that she went away?" Giselle shrugs off the question and Malfoy ignores it.

"Here we are. Welcome to Le Petit Champignon."

"The Small Mushroom? Where did he come up with that name?" I ask.

"I think that he might have been doing a little of the magic mushroom when he came up with the name."

"Draco, what's the magic mushroom?" Giselle asks.

"It's a poisonous mushroom that's dangerous. Stay away from it," he answers. Yeah right, nice cover Malfoy. It's more like a drug, but he probably doesn't want to tell her about it now.

Instead of waiting in the devastatingly long line, Draco walks to the bouncer, says something, and we're in. He must be on the 'list.'

I follow Malfoy to the back; his hand holding Giselle's hand. I wonder if he hadn't have met Tessla if he would be holding her hand now. When we reach the back we go into a little hidden room with only the door we came in through.

"Uh, Malfoy, where are we going?"

"This is how we get in the back. It's like Platform Nine and Three-quarters, there's a magical barrier. They have it in a room like this so muggles can't see you go in it."

"Oh," I say. Wow, so the people we just passed were muggles... Don't act like you've never seen a muggle. You're Hermione Granger the muggle-born witch. Sheesh, can I be more crazy?

Draco motions towards the wall and let's me go through. When I reach the other side there is neon lights everywhere. I guess since this is for both muggles and wizards, the wizards get electricity too. Draco and Giselle join me momentarily. The music is pumping and people are either dancing or at the bar. There's a stage to my front for bands but there isn't a band tonight. The bar is to the left of the dance floor and there are tables to the right of the stage.

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink," Malfoy says to me. I don't know if I like him nice or as a prat. We walk over to the bar and Draco sits down with Giselle on his lap.

"Can I help you miss?" our bartender asks.

"Pumpkin juice," says Giselle.

"What do you have that's light for her? I assume that you haven't drunk before Granger," Malfoy says.

"I haven't."

"Well today is a new experience for you."

"We have Kahluas, Wine Coolers, Bud light..."

"We'll take two Kahluas." The bartender goes away and comes back with two brown bottles with yellow paper and Kahluas White Russian written in red on the paper.

"Here, a White Russian is like coffee with alcohol in it. You'll like it." I take a sip of mine ready to be disgusted, but only to find out that Malfoy is right.

"Not bad Malfoy," I say.

A song by the Weird Sisters comes on and Draco takes Giselle out to dance.

"You don't mine do you Granger? It's her favorite song."

"Nu-uh Draco! It's my second favorite!"

"Oh, my bad."

"Yeah, that's fine," I say. They walk off to the floor and a man sits in their previous seat.

"Oh, uh, someone is sitting there," I say stupidly. What am I supposed to say?

"I'll move when they return. Hi, my name is Brad Wood," the man says.

"Hey, I'm Hermione Granger. You don't sound French, where are you from?"

"Oh, I moved here from America."

"Where from? I have a cousin in the States.

"Miami, Florida. Where's your cousin?

"Oh, New York."

"And where are you from?" Brad asks.

"London," I say.

"Nice, say, ugh, would you like to dance?" She will be loved is on by Maroon 5. I see Draco pick up Giselle in his arms and start to dance with her.

"Sure," I say. We walk over to where Draco is and I wrap my arms about Brad. I hear someone faintly singing with the music:

Beauty queen of only 18,

She has some trouble with her self.

He was always there to help her,

She always belonged to someone else.

I drove for miles and miles

And wound up at your door.

I've had you so many times

But somehow I want more.

I wrap my arms tighter around Brad and put my head on his shoulder to see who is singing. I look around to see that it is Draco. I close my eyes and smile, Draco has changed and I like it.

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I don't mind spending everyday,

Out on your corner in the pouring rain.

Look for the girl with the broken smile,

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile.

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As I pick up Giselle I wonder where Granger is. I feel kinda bad for leaving her. She was welcome to come with us and dance. Right after my thought I see her come onto the floor with some other guy. The vocals start to play and I sing along with them unconsciously. Who is that that she is dancing with?

"Draco?" Giselle asks.

"What sweetie?"

"I see François is over there," she points, "can I go dance with him? He's all alone."

"Sure," I say. François is really close with Giselle. His daughter, Monique, is two and he never has her out of his sight unless he's at work, so I know she's safe. For being in Slytherin he's a really good dad.

The next verse passes and I look over at Granger. She's smiling with her eyes closed. She really does look gorgeous right not. Oh shit, why now? Why say she's gorgeous now? Yeah, so she was pretty in school but I mean why now? I still have the rest of the night left. I don't want to be thinking those thoughts with her around! Something might slip. I wonder if there is such a thing as a mind remote or something that turns your brain off you're a while.

Wait, what's that? He's whispered something in her ear and her eyes go big. Hmm, looks like a deer caught in the head lights. I wonder if she's ever seen one. They like look up and are completely stumped looking. Like this: 0.o Use your imagination guys. It might look like a more confused deer but it's a deer in the head lights.

Back to subject- I wonder what he said to her. I better do something; she looks frightened. I walk over and stand between them facing the guy.

"You don't mind if I butt in do you?"

"Actually I do," he says.

"I don't though," Granger says. "Draco, I would love to dance with you." Wow, she said Draco, must really want to get away. I take her hand and lead her away from him. I place my hands on her waist and she wraps her arms around my neck, "Who was that guy?"

"His name is Brad. When you left he came over and sat in your seat. He asked if I would dance with him and I said sure."

"What'd he say to you?"

"Nothing." She's lying, I can tell. Why's she lying though?

"What'd he say?" I ask again.

"It's nothing, I'm fine. No harm done.'' Well if you say it is nothing but that you're fine than it is something.

"Hermione," I catch her attention now,"what did he say to make you upset?"

"He...ugh...he said that..." her voice drops low and I can't hear her.

"Hermione, you have to speak louder."

"He said that I'm too pretty to be your whore." Well he got the first part right, she is pretty, but she's not my whore. "And then he said that I could do better, that I could be his. I didn't know what to do." A single tear rolled down her cheek and I wipe it away. Bringing her closer I whisper into her ear, "Don't worry about him, you deserve better and he doesn't deserve your attention."

Okay not so romantic but it gets her to look up and whisper thank you to me. She sets her head back on my shoulder. The song continues to play as we sway to the music.

Tap on my window, Knock on my door,

I wanna make you feel beautiful.

I know I tend to get so insecure

Doesn't matter anymore

I can't believe that that guy has the nerve to say that about someone who I'm out with. I may not be with granger on a date but I'm here hanging out with her. I'll take care of Brad later. He needs to be taught some respect towards women. I mean obviously he doesn't know how to treat them or else he wouldn't have said it.

I'm doing it again; I'm acting protective over Granger. I did it in 7th year when some Slytherins were picking on her. It was when Tessla was still with me.

When I met Tessla I thought that she would be like most other girls; you sleep with them and then you leave them. But Tessla wasn't that easy. I dated her for three months before I got to kiss her. And this was just a kiss, no snogging or anything. She didn't like being played. As I got to know her she started to change me. It turned out that her mum is a muggle. I started to respect muggles; her mum is a doctor and saves lives everyday. Tessla and I were together for three years until that fateful day...

"You know something? You've changed and I like it. It's nice seeing you like this. Even is I never peak to you again I'll remember how you were nice to me and helped me," Granger says.

"You know, you're not that bad either." And she isn't.

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Time passed and we found ourselves at a table with François in the back. Giselle is sitting in my lap while Malfoy and François are whispering things together. I still can't believe that Brad said that to me. I was so shocked when he said it too. I never thought about what people would say if they saw me with Malfoy. And when Malfoy came over I was almost speechless. I had no idea that he even noticed me. I wouldn't, no, couldn't tell Malfoy, I didn't want him to come back with some sly remark. But of course I ended up telling Malfoy and shocking me when he said my name. I said his name only when Brad was around but he said mine with no one else near us and with endearment. It was really...sweet; if you can believe it.

I come back from day dreaming- or would it be night dreaming? - And find François and Malfoy talking still but Malfoy is watching me out of the corner of his eyes. Ignoring his stare I look down to find Giselle asleep in my arms. After a long night I would imagine that she is tired. I wait for them to reach a pause in their conversation before I interrupt. "Malfoy, I think that we should leave. Giselle's asleep already and I'm a little drowsy myself."

"Alright, Granger here's the keys. I have to do something before we go but will you start the car?"

"Yeah." He slides the keys over to me and I leave. On my way to the barrier I see Brad. Malfoy kept me by his side after we danced so I didn't see Brad till now, and for not seeing him I'm thankful.

"The offer is still available to you," he says, blocking the barrier. "I'm sure your man and bastard daughter won't mind. It will bring in some more money for you; not that you'll need any. I'm sure he pays enough."

"Listen asshole, I'm not anyone's whore. She's not my daughter and I will not be YOUR whore even if I was one. And for the record, nothing is going on between Malfoy and me. Now move or else!" I yell at him. He didn't move though; he just stood there staring at me. And then I blew my lid even more. I reeled back my arm and punched him square in the face. He moved then as he was too busy worrying about whether his nose was broken or not. I doubt it is but then again working in the Order can teach you a few things. I brush past him and walk through the barrier.

I walk out to the car and set Giselle In her car seat. After buckling her in I go around to the driver's seat, turn on the car, and then crawl over to the passenger's seat. I lock the doors for safety precautions and turn on some quiet music. The last thing I need is for Brad to attack me in Malfoy's car, "Protego," I whisper. I'm so cautious, but I don't want anything to happen to Giselle.

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"Granger, Granger, wake up." I shake her to try to get her up. I came back to the car to find a protection charm on it and the doors locked. With just my luck she was asleep so I had to dispel the car and use Allohamora on my door. I didn't want to wake her up just then so I let her sleep till we got to her hotel. I shake her a little and say her name but she still won't get up.

"Granger, get up now," I growl...still no response. Fine, if she won't wake up then we'll have to do it my way-the evil way. Now normally if it was any other girl I would lean over and kiss her awake but being that it is Granger...I wouldn't dream of it. Well, here we go,

"Oh my God Granger! Voldemort's back and he's terrorizing our car! Holly Hell! He's even wearing an outfit that you would never see him in! He's in a pink to-to with bunny slippers on, a full Jack Sparrow beard and hair style! Wait, what's that...is that an 'I love Draco Malfoy' fan club t-shirt? Why I do believe it is. Great Scotts I didn't know he was a fan! Did you Giselle???" I shout. Giselle is in the back seat giggling her head off and Granger shoots up in her seat looking frantically around.

"Where!" Okay, six years ago I would have an emotionless face but tonight, even I'm laughing. Her face is priceless. It's like a three-year-old kid trying to find Santa Clause-yes I know who he is (Giselle believes in him). She also looks battle-ready; I'm just waiting for the Celtic battle cry to come out of her mouth.

"Hmm, I wonder where he went. Must have been a rabbit," I say.

"Draco Malfoy! You are so despicable! I can't believe that you could be that cruel! Have you ever pondered what you do? Ever thought about consequences? What if I had gone into an epileptic seizure?" she shrieks. Ponder, seizure, epileptic, despicable? Those words aren't even in my vocabulary. Good lord is was just a joke. I wonder what would happen if I really pissed her off...gosh I'm afraid of the big words! Ahh! Run for cover! Hahaha

"Sorry granger. It was just too good of an opportunity to let it pass," I say still laughing my ass off.

"Yeah, it was Hermione," Giselle says.

"You too are pure evil. And aren't you, Malfoy, just the funny one! I've had a great night and thanks for helping me out at the club, Malfoy. Night Giselle," she says. She doesn't say good bye to me but I'm not too worried.

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A/N: Hey everyone! Here's chapter 3 reposted! I decided to just put both parts together b/c without it chapter 3 part two is short seeming. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and I'll try to find time to squeeze in typing up chapter 4 tonight after cheerleading. It's pretty short but gives some more detail. Talk to you guys later!

-lenne-