Today was different, Draco had joined Hermione in the kitchen, where he sat at the table reading the paper. Hermione heard tapping on the window, so she opened it as far as it would go. Just as she did so, four owls flew in.
Hermione instantly recognized Hedwig and Pig, who she welcomed. She placed two bowls of oatmeal on the counter, and took the letters from them. Walking to the table she noticed the other two owls went directly to Draco.
"Whose owls are those?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"My girlfriends." Draco teased. Noticing the look she gave him, he frowned. "Sorry. They're from work." Dracoanswered on a more serious note.
"You dont work." Hermione thought outloud.
"How would you know?" Draco asked suddenly agitated.
"Because my mom said..."
"Do you always listen to your mom? Look, it might not be a steady job, but its still a job." Draco's reaction was harsh.
"Well then what do you do?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.
"I work." Draco said opening the letter. He had no intention of telling her what he did, because he knew she would laugh.
"Listen, Man of Mystery, i'm your wife. What is it you do?" Hermione crossedher arms and shiftedher weight to herright foot,getting tired of his undercover act.
"Shit." Draco said suddenly causing Hermione to look at him confused. He had just finished reading one letter, and he didnt like what it said. He stood up sharply and apparated before Hermione could question him further.
"It's like being married to a damn magician." Hermione shook her head, opening Harry's letter.
Draco was in his library instantly, where he immediately went to the vintage phone on his desk, it was a secure line, so Hermione couldnt listen in.
"Yes Jayne Miraa please." Draco spoke into the phone impatiently. Draco looked back at the letter and read it over again.
Draco,
Congratulations on your wedding, sorry i didnt show. But thats not why i write. The writer loved your audition, he wants you to play the role of Donatello Kvoski, in his upcoming movie The Southern Sun. I am personally throwing you a congratulations party, and i expect both you and your wife to be there. Call with any questions.
Jayne
"Hi Jayne. What do you mean, a congratulations party?" Draco spat. "Look, dont you think you should have asked me? What if my wife and i had plans? This is ridiculous. Your my agent,not my publicist." Draco was frustrated, he didnt want to explain this to Hermione.
"No, no. I understand. The misses and i have hit a rough patch. Tonight just isn't a good night for us. No, i dont want you to reschedule. Yes, i'll see you tonight." Draco hung up, and his head became heavy, he sat in a chair rubbinghis temples. He abrubtly apparated to the Master bedroom.
Hermione jumped when she heard a loud "pop" fill the room. "Can't you just use the stairs? For once?" Hermione rolled her eyes. She was unpacking her bags. She felt stupid for just now getting around to it, after she had been at the mansion for at least a month and a half.
"I'm an actor." Draco looked down, not able to face her.
"You're a what?" Hermione asked skeptically, stopping what she was doing.
"Look, i dont want to go tonight, but we have to go to a party, with the cast and crew of my upcoming feature film. We'll leave here at like six. So be ready. Go shopping, get your hair done, do whatever it is you girls do." Draco spoke quickly, not wanting to have a long discussion.
"You just expect me to get ready on command? I was supposed to have dinner with my parents tonight. Why didnt you tell me sooner?" Hermione argued like a little girl.
"Because i didnt know until about.. ohh,15 minutes ago. It gives you..... about eight and a half hours to get ready." Draco turned to walk out the door.
"What do you mean youjust found out?" Hermione grew angry. She had no desiret to be seen with him, pretending they were happily married.
"That letter, was from my agent. She planned a party, forgot to tell me sooner, thought we'd be on our honeymoon. Look we just need to be seen for a little while, thats all." Draco felt like he was pleading with her, and he didnt feel he needed to.
"So i'm just supposed to drop what i'm doing, because you need to go to some party?" Hermione disputed, furiously.
"Yes. Im asking this of you. The director, editors, everyone, is expecting to see US there. Not me. So would you just shut up and help me out?" Draco took a step in her direction.
Hermione closed the gap between them, "Why? What've you ever done for me?" Hermione spat at him, and then walked out, slamming the door.
"Great." Draco punched the bed post, and walked out the door.
A/N: Sorry so short. This chapter is what's leading into the "juicy" stuff. Oh and runaway mental patient. You didnt offend me, i've been writing for years, i'm immune to criticism, someone else sent me a flammer. And again, these writings arent written wrong on purpose, notepad doesnt always space the way i want it to, and i dont always double check my work.
