Disclaimer: No Harry Potter isn't mine.
A/N: I didn't want to add this chapter, but I had to for future chapter references. I am sorry if the last chapter seems way off track from the first chapter, but I can assure you that this has been set up to start a solid foundation for later chapters. Hermione's dad, using wizarding language, was to prove that even she does not have the perfect life and needs an escape. The next two chapters will follow along close to the first chapter. But til then, this is necessary. I am changing perspective for this chapter. It will be from Blaise Zambini's P.O.V.
CHAPTER 3: Blaise takes notice
It's around seven when I check my watch, as Draco and I make our way into a muggle club called THE POISON APPLE. We have been sneaking out into muggle London all summer. Our parents never ask where we are going, mostly because they don't care. One night as we ventured farther than intended, we passed a group of people in a parking lot talking about a show they were going to be doing. I had never seen a live muggle band and had to convince my partner in crime to come along. They were far better than any wizarding band I had ever seen, and by the reaction of my friend, I know I'm not alone in thinking that. They had played all kinds of music, and made it sound awesome. But I think that we both went for the girl vocalists.
We headed over to the bar and order some drinks. Muggle soda is very addicting, and we can't get enough. That's when I saw this girl head to the dance floor, and she has caught my attention along with forty others. She looks Puerto Rican with her sunkissed skin and dark hair, but I know that she is british because of her accent. She moves around finding that perfect rhythm and is approached by some guy who is a major geek. He watches her move for afew seconds before wandering off. He knows that he can't handle her. But she doesn't seem to mind not having a partner. I nudge Drake and point her out. I know that he is checking out her ass, as am I and every other guy that can see it.
"Hey, I'll be back in afew." he tells me. Yeah, right. He's going to dance.
Another guy walks up to the girl I'm thinking about asking to dance. He seems to match her for afew minutes, but he falls short. Her pace is too fast for him to keep up and she looks abit annoyed that the guy won't give up already. She looks so familar, but I can't place her face yet. Some guy with bright blue spikey hair who looks like he could do alot of physical damage comes up to him and runs him off. She smiles at him the same way Granger smiles at Potter and Weasel. I try to get a good look at her face, because I KNOW that smile. He takes her for the rest of the dance, pulling her very close, and I almost get excited that Miss Granger, Gryffindor's sweet princess, is dancing with a guy the way she was.
Her green eyes meet mine. Green? Nope, not her! Whew! Okay my secret is safe. My parents and Draco's would kill us if they knew just where we are. They don't care if we go to Knockturn Alley or a whorehouse, but being in a muggle club is punishable. But no matter, I still watch her, there is something about this girl that I can't help but notice. What can I say? I, like most pureblood kids,was raised to track power, and BOY am I feelin' it. I wonder if she is a witch from another school, perhaps here on holiday? The guy with the blue hair smacks her ass and she's heading for the stage. The band I came for starts, and she is the one who sings. I wonder did I see her in the parking lot when we heard about this show? She looks similar, but who can tell?
She begins this haunty sounding song, singing as if this song was made for her. I wonder if Drake notices this total babe on stage? Probably not, since he likes to focus on only one thing at a time. I don't see him anywhere, he must be dancing with some unknown girl that he'll never talk to again, so back to the stage I turn my attention. Damn the song is over? That seems fast, well maybe not I did look for Drake for a minute or so. I still don't see his sorry ass! Where is he? He's missing this hottie on stage! Who am I gonna talk to about her?
More music starts and she sings for what seems like hours, finally Drake rushes over to me from nowhere. He tries to quickly pull me out, but I manage to get his attention to drift to the girl on stage. Both of us stood there, heads tilted sideways, mouths drooling, but hey when it's a chic like that with a body and voice like that, who could refuse to admire her? When the song is over, we rush to get back before we are caught anywhere near muggles.
Luckily no one notices us as we slip back into Diagon Alley and floo back to our own houses. Both of us are counting days until school starts back. I may have it bad at home about when I am to get my mark, but Drake has it worse than me. Just one week left!
The next few days pass and no word from Drake. The day before we leave, I finally get to talk to him about our little excursions into London. We both agree that the girl at the club was in possession of some powerful force. In the morning we leave our hells and head back to Hogwart's, where we considered Gods. No more enslavement until the holidays. Neither of us want to come home, knowing that soon we will be branded as slaves by some mark.
As our last night to venture out, we head back to London one last time. Every street we went down, a girl with long wavy brown hair could be seen. At first we took no notice of her, but after afew streets we saw her in every store we went into. Always afew steps behind us, we thought that maybe she was following us. We finally stopped around a corner, causing her to bump into Drake as she rounded the corner.
When she hit the ground, we helped her up. She gave an apology for hitting us, and a thank you for helping her up. Her brown eyes sparkling as she spoke. As she left, she called over her shoulder, "Everything will turn out okay for you boys soon enough."
Before we could ask what she was talking about, she disappeared.
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