Threx Live In Concert PART 1
Hermione and Ginny stood outside 'The Broken Wand Pub', towards the front of a long excited queue, made up of mostly chirpy young girls, tarted up to the heavens. The noise emitted carried almost further than the queue itself. Hermione and Ginny didn't say much. as it was hard to hear each other. They found it easier to hear other girls' conversations.
"Oh my god, oh my god, we'll be going in soon!"
". Did you go to their last concert? I haven't missed a single one!"
"Did you see the article in 'Witch Weekly', where they interviewed Dragon? They say he has never had a serious girlfriend in his life!"
"Ignore them!" Ginny said calmly to Hermione, correctly interpreting her best friend's look of revolution, "They're a bunch of crazed pathetic teenagers- just ignore them." Hermione turned and glared at the back of a young girl's, black haired head, who had just blurted to another group of girls, "Well I was at their last concert and Dragon took me back stage, and I must say he was an excellent kisser."
Ginny laughed at Hermione's obvious jealousy. No matter what she knew Hermione had always held a place for Malfoy in her heart, even if she wouldn't admit it. "Hermione," Ginny said trying not to grin, and adjusting her mini skirt at the same time, "May I reminded you that you are married with a child."
Hermione folded her arms and smirked, "May I also reminded you, that you are married and expecting a child." Hermione smirked even more, and Ginny stopped adjusting her skirt and smiled, "and I'll also remind you," Hermione continued, "That if I find Krum here with that man-stealing hussy, I shan't be married for much longer. In fact, I may even be a widow before the night is out."
***
Approximately twenty minutes later, the doors to 'The Broken Wand' were opened. As each fan handed their ticket to the wizard bouncer, they were waved in. Close to the head of the line, looking just excited as everyone else, stood Daphny.
Where as everyone previous to her had handed in their ticket and been waved in, Daphny was directed to the side lines.
A wizard bouncer wearing all black, and the classic black shades, led her to the back of the pub, down a dark dinky ally. There were a few garbage cans that were lit by a dim orange light from above a dark red door, void of handles.
The wizard bouncer pulled out his wand and pointed it at the red doors. A small buzzing noise emitted from behind them, as they slid slowly open.
"There you go miss."
"Thank you." Daphny smiled at the wizard bouncer then walked through the newly opened red doors. The moment she stepped through she heard a sharp slam behind her; the door had closed.
Daphny found herself backstage. It was dark; a few rays of light shone from the distance, illuminating a flock of dust particles that floated around the ceiling.
Daphny took off her coat, reviling her to be in a knee length denim skirt and red blouse that showed her curved figure nicely. She looked respectable, but her outfit still left something for the imagination.
After walking a few paces forward Daphny came to a more lit up area. In front of her she saw a door, that seemed to be packed full of bright light. A man of medium height, red hair, freckles that spread across his button nose and vivid blue eyes, wearing bottle green trousers and a long whit t- shirt with a loopy T on it, emerged from the doorway.
He stopped when he sited Daphny and a sly smile spread across his handsome face. "Hi," he said, folding his arms across his chest, and looking Daphny up and down, a look of satisfaction upon his face, "you must be the contest winner."
Grinning, Daphny nodded. The man stepped forward and took hold of Daphny's hand. "Lucky you." He kissed her hand and winked up at her. He stood up, "I'm Tony, aka The Squib, and who, gorgeous, might you be?"
Giggling and blushing slightly Daphny was about to open her mouth to respond when a sharp cough could be heard from behind Tony.
Stood in the brightly lit doorway, was Simon. He looked as handsome as ever, wearing a black suit that had been artfully torn; he had dismissed the jacket but still donned the bright red tie.
Simon step forward and he too kissed Daphny's hand. "I'm Sphinx aka Simon, and you must be the contest winner."
"Yes, my names Daphny by the way." She smiled, her cheeks a bit flushed. "Shouldn't there be three of you boys?"
"There is." Came a cold drawling voice. Daphny looked over Tony and Simon's shoulders. Her heart stopped, her jaw dropped. There stood illuminated by the lights behind him, wearing flared jeans and a deep blood red shirt, stood none other than. Draco Malfoy!
"Draco?"
Simon and Tony stood with there mouths open, "Draco man, you know this girl?" Tony asked, rubbing his red hair.
"Please don't tell me she's one of your backstage flings, because if she is."
"LEAVE US!" Draco yelled.
Tony opened his mouth to protested, but was silenced by Simon nudging him sharply in the ribs and shaking his head, "Come on Ton'- we can go have a peek at the crowd." Reluctantly Tony went with Simon, but not without shooting Draco a look of mixed anger and concern.
Daphny and Draco stared at each other, and although Draco's stare was more of a glare, Daphny didn't appear to notice.
After several minutes of silence, "I don't believe this!" Daphny breathed, her voice full of awe.
"Believe what?" came Malfoy's cold drawl.
"This! The fact that you're.. I. mean.. I had no idea!"
"No idea of what?" Malfoy asked folding his arms across his chest.
"No idea that."
"Draco!" Daphny was cut short my Simon running back into the picture. Looking truly excited about something.
"I TOLD YOU TO GO," Draco spat, looking livid at an interruption.
"Draco man I know, but I had to tell you," Simon didn't seem to notice his band mates fists clenched in rage, or the look of pure furry upon his face.
"Tell me what?"
"She's here, mate, she's here."
"Who?" came Daphny's confused voice.
"Hermione!" Draco said in an audible whisper. He strode forward and grabbed Simon by the shoulders. His rage had left him, and what was left seemed like excited hope. "You sure?"
"Positive mate, from everything you've told me 'bout her its her."
Draco let go of Simon and ran forwards, not looking back. Daphny feeling slightly stunned and walked towards Simon, "why is he so excited about his cousin? Doesn't he see her often?"
Simon looked down at Daphny, with a face full of bewilderment, "His cousin?"
"Yeah Hermione." Daphny said frowning slightly, "The girl you just told him about, she's his cousin right?"
Simon continued to stare at Daphny. After a moment he realised, placing a hand on her shoulder, he spoke softly, with an edge of sympathy "You should talk to Draco."
***
"So what are you going to do if He is having an affair?"
Ginny and Hermione stood in a crowed of still screaming girls. They had been granted entrance a mere twenty minutes back.
"I don't know, I'm still hoping it's not true." Hermione looked down at the floor. If it was true then there was no way she could go back to him; there was no way she could let Eli grow up with Krum as a role model, there was just no way.
Hermione looked up, as she gave a small shudder. Ginny looked at her, concerned. "You okay, Herms?" she asked.
Looking around, Hermione then turned back to Ginny and shook her head, "I feel like I'm being watched."
***
Draco Malfoy, aka Dragon, lead singer and guitarist of the world famous band 'Threx', stood on the edge of the stage hidden by the curtains. He could see into the crowd. It was mostly packed full of teenage girls, no surprise there; every concert was packed with hundreds of women.
But there was only one woman who caught his eye at this concert, Hermione Granger..now known as Hermione Krum, and that part pained him more than any thing else. She was here. Stood near the front centre of the crowd, with a girl, who Draco assumed to Be Ginny Potter, Harry Potter's wife.
Hermione looked beautiful, unlike every other girl in the room; she looked more causal than tarty. She was wearing along skirt and a white shirt; she looked like she was merely going out for coffee. Her mousy brown hair was wavy and shaped her face perfectly, as always.
"Draco?" Malfoy spun found as a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Oh. It's you." Draco said as he came face to face with Daphny once more. "What do you want?" he turned back to the crowd, scanning it, looking for Hermione once more. Daphny had spooked him and he had to search for Hermione all over again.
"I just wanted to talk." Daphny said, talking to the back of Draco's head, her voice small and cautious, "I mean we haven't seen each other in ages and apparently things have changed quite drastically for both of us, and."
"Damn!" Draco cut her off. Truth he hadn't actually been listening to her, "Damn it- he's here too!"
"Who?" Daphny asked, looking over Malfoy's shoulder, into the crowd.
"Her husband!" Draco growled through gritted teeth.
"What- your cousins?" Daphny asked curiously, "I take it you don't like him then?"
Draco turned round to face Daphny once more. He frowned slightly at her, "What on earth are you talking about, woman?"
"Your cousin! Hermione! I said I take it you don't like her husband?"
"Hermione's not my cousin, Daphny!"
"What?" Draco stared into to Daphny's bewildered face.
"Back when you met Hermione in Hogsmeade, Daphs', I told you she was my cousin. Well, she's not. She was my girlfriend when I was at school, and the only woman I have ever loved, the baby she was carrying was mine, is still mine, but she's now married to someone else, and I only met my son for the first time ever a few days ago, and he only knew me as some band boy, and now I'm not sure if I'll ever get to see him again!"
Daphny stood still. Her head was reeling. Draco was pink in the cheek; he had never spoken so fast. Daphny stared at him, "I can't believe you lied to me!"
"I know," Draco looked to the floor, "I was scared back then, I didn't know what to think, or what to do. I panicked when you met her."
"I can't believe you left a girl pregnant Draco, from what I saw of you, it doesn't seem like something you'd do!" Draco looked up at Daphny- he had expected her to yell, but she was talking calmly, this seemed worse than a yell.
"Why aren't you yelling this at me?"
"You know what you did was wrong, and you seemed to have lived with that pain ever since, and the woman you love being married to someone else and that man getting to raise your son is punishment enough, and I guess seeing them here tonight, together qualifies for that too."
"Oh!" Draco said suddenly, "they actually don't look like they're here together."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Draco pointed into the audience, after quickly re-locating Hermione; "she's over there, near the centre front, with her best friend."
Daphny nodded, "yeah, so where's he?"
"Over there, "Draco pointed to the bar.
Daphny looked across at the bar. Sat on a stool, staring into the crowed, eyes almost shielded by one singular eyebrow, and with slightly ducked feet sat, the famous Bulgarian seeker. "Please don't tell me she's married to Victor Krum!"
"Yeah," Draco snorted, "unfortunately she is." Draco looked at Daphny- her mouth was open her eyes wide, and she looked livid. "You're jealous aren't you, that she still managed to get a famous guy and you didn't?"
Daphny turned to glare back at Draco. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure that I didn't get a famous guy," she said, each word full of ice.
"What do you mean?"
"Victor Krum, "Daphny spat, "Is my boyfriend, and has been for the past year."
Hermione and Ginny stood outside 'The Broken Wand Pub', towards the front of a long excited queue, made up of mostly chirpy young girls, tarted up to the heavens. The noise emitted carried almost further than the queue itself. Hermione and Ginny didn't say much. as it was hard to hear each other. They found it easier to hear other girls' conversations.
"Oh my god, oh my god, we'll be going in soon!"
". Did you go to their last concert? I haven't missed a single one!"
"Did you see the article in 'Witch Weekly', where they interviewed Dragon? They say he has never had a serious girlfriend in his life!"
"Ignore them!" Ginny said calmly to Hermione, correctly interpreting her best friend's look of revolution, "They're a bunch of crazed pathetic teenagers- just ignore them." Hermione turned and glared at the back of a young girl's, black haired head, who had just blurted to another group of girls, "Well I was at their last concert and Dragon took me back stage, and I must say he was an excellent kisser."
Ginny laughed at Hermione's obvious jealousy. No matter what she knew Hermione had always held a place for Malfoy in her heart, even if she wouldn't admit it. "Hermione," Ginny said trying not to grin, and adjusting her mini skirt at the same time, "May I reminded you that you are married with a child."
Hermione folded her arms and smirked, "May I also reminded you, that you are married and expecting a child." Hermione smirked even more, and Ginny stopped adjusting her skirt and smiled, "and I'll also remind you," Hermione continued, "That if I find Krum here with that man-stealing hussy, I shan't be married for much longer. In fact, I may even be a widow before the night is out."
***
Approximately twenty minutes later, the doors to 'The Broken Wand' were opened. As each fan handed their ticket to the wizard bouncer, they were waved in. Close to the head of the line, looking just excited as everyone else, stood Daphny.
Where as everyone previous to her had handed in their ticket and been waved in, Daphny was directed to the side lines.
A wizard bouncer wearing all black, and the classic black shades, led her to the back of the pub, down a dark dinky ally. There were a few garbage cans that were lit by a dim orange light from above a dark red door, void of handles.
The wizard bouncer pulled out his wand and pointed it at the red doors. A small buzzing noise emitted from behind them, as they slid slowly open.
"There you go miss."
"Thank you." Daphny smiled at the wizard bouncer then walked through the newly opened red doors. The moment she stepped through she heard a sharp slam behind her; the door had closed.
Daphny found herself backstage. It was dark; a few rays of light shone from the distance, illuminating a flock of dust particles that floated around the ceiling.
Daphny took off her coat, reviling her to be in a knee length denim skirt and red blouse that showed her curved figure nicely. She looked respectable, but her outfit still left something for the imagination.
After walking a few paces forward Daphny came to a more lit up area. In front of her she saw a door, that seemed to be packed full of bright light. A man of medium height, red hair, freckles that spread across his button nose and vivid blue eyes, wearing bottle green trousers and a long whit t- shirt with a loopy T on it, emerged from the doorway.
He stopped when he sited Daphny and a sly smile spread across his handsome face. "Hi," he said, folding his arms across his chest, and looking Daphny up and down, a look of satisfaction upon his face, "you must be the contest winner."
Grinning, Daphny nodded. The man stepped forward and took hold of Daphny's hand. "Lucky you." He kissed her hand and winked up at her. He stood up, "I'm Tony, aka The Squib, and who, gorgeous, might you be?"
Giggling and blushing slightly Daphny was about to open her mouth to respond when a sharp cough could be heard from behind Tony.
Stood in the brightly lit doorway, was Simon. He looked as handsome as ever, wearing a black suit that had been artfully torn; he had dismissed the jacket but still donned the bright red tie.
Simon step forward and he too kissed Daphny's hand. "I'm Sphinx aka Simon, and you must be the contest winner."
"Yes, my names Daphny by the way." She smiled, her cheeks a bit flushed. "Shouldn't there be three of you boys?"
"There is." Came a cold drawling voice. Daphny looked over Tony and Simon's shoulders. Her heart stopped, her jaw dropped. There stood illuminated by the lights behind him, wearing flared jeans and a deep blood red shirt, stood none other than. Draco Malfoy!
"Draco?"
Simon and Tony stood with there mouths open, "Draco man, you know this girl?" Tony asked, rubbing his red hair.
"Please don't tell me she's one of your backstage flings, because if she is."
"LEAVE US!" Draco yelled.
Tony opened his mouth to protested, but was silenced by Simon nudging him sharply in the ribs and shaking his head, "Come on Ton'- we can go have a peek at the crowd." Reluctantly Tony went with Simon, but not without shooting Draco a look of mixed anger and concern.
Daphny and Draco stared at each other, and although Draco's stare was more of a glare, Daphny didn't appear to notice.
After several minutes of silence, "I don't believe this!" Daphny breathed, her voice full of awe.
"Believe what?" came Malfoy's cold drawl.
"This! The fact that you're.. I. mean.. I had no idea!"
"No idea of what?" Malfoy asked folding his arms across his chest.
"No idea that."
"Draco!" Daphny was cut short my Simon running back into the picture. Looking truly excited about something.
"I TOLD YOU TO GO," Draco spat, looking livid at an interruption.
"Draco man I know, but I had to tell you," Simon didn't seem to notice his band mates fists clenched in rage, or the look of pure furry upon his face.
"Tell me what?"
"She's here, mate, she's here."
"Who?" came Daphny's confused voice.
"Hermione!" Draco said in an audible whisper. He strode forward and grabbed Simon by the shoulders. His rage had left him, and what was left seemed like excited hope. "You sure?"
"Positive mate, from everything you've told me 'bout her its her."
Draco let go of Simon and ran forwards, not looking back. Daphny feeling slightly stunned and walked towards Simon, "why is he so excited about his cousin? Doesn't he see her often?"
Simon looked down at Daphny, with a face full of bewilderment, "His cousin?"
"Yeah Hermione." Daphny said frowning slightly, "The girl you just told him about, she's his cousin right?"
Simon continued to stare at Daphny. After a moment he realised, placing a hand on her shoulder, he spoke softly, with an edge of sympathy "You should talk to Draco."
***
"So what are you going to do if He is having an affair?"
Ginny and Hermione stood in a crowed of still screaming girls. They had been granted entrance a mere twenty minutes back.
"I don't know, I'm still hoping it's not true." Hermione looked down at the floor. If it was true then there was no way she could go back to him; there was no way she could let Eli grow up with Krum as a role model, there was just no way.
Hermione looked up, as she gave a small shudder. Ginny looked at her, concerned. "You okay, Herms?" she asked.
Looking around, Hermione then turned back to Ginny and shook her head, "I feel like I'm being watched."
***
Draco Malfoy, aka Dragon, lead singer and guitarist of the world famous band 'Threx', stood on the edge of the stage hidden by the curtains. He could see into the crowd. It was mostly packed full of teenage girls, no surprise there; every concert was packed with hundreds of women.
But there was only one woman who caught his eye at this concert, Hermione Granger..now known as Hermione Krum, and that part pained him more than any thing else. She was here. Stood near the front centre of the crowd, with a girl, who Draco assumed to Be Ginny Potter, Harry Potter's wife.
Hermione looked beautiful, unlike every other girl in the room; she looked more causal than tarty. She was wearing along skirt and a white shirt; she looked like she was merely going out for coffee. Her mousy brown hair was wavy and shaped her face perfectly, as always.
"Draco?" Malfoy spun found as a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Oh. It's you." Draco said as he came face to face with Daphny once more. "What do you want?" he turned back to the crowd, scanning it, looking for Hermione once more. Daphny had spooked him and he had to search for Hermione all over again.
"I just wanted to talk." Daphny said, talking to the back of Draco's head, her voice small and cautious, "I mean we haven't seen each other in ages and apparently things have changed quite drastically for both of us, and."
"Damn!" Draco cut her off. Truth he hadn't actually been listening to her, "Damn it- he's here too!"
"Who?" Daphny asked, looking over Malfoy's shoulder, into the crowd.
"Her husband!" Draco growled through gritted teeth.
"What- your cousins?" Daphny asked curiously, "I take it you don't like him then?"
Draco turned round to face Daphny once more. He frowned slightly at her, "What on earth are you talking about, woman?"
"Your cousin! Hermione! I said I take it you don't like her husband?"
"Hermione's not my cousin, Daphny!"
"What?" Draco stared into to Daphny's bewildered face.
"Back when you met Hermione in Hogsmeade, Daphs', I told you she was my cousin. Well, she's not. She was my girlfriend when I was at school, and the only woman I have ever loved, the baby she was carrying was mine, is still mine, but she's now married to someone else, and I only met my son for the first time ever a few days ago, and he only knew me as some band boy, and now I'm not sure if I'll ever get to see him again!"
Daphny stood still. Her head was reeling. Draco was pink in the cheek; he had never spoken so fast. Daphny stared at him, "I can't believe you lied to me!"
"I know," Draco looked to the floor, "I was scared back then, I didn't know what to think, or what to do. I panicked when you met her."
"I can't believe you left a girl pregnant Draco, from what I saw of you, it doesn't seem like something you'd do!" Draco looked up at Daphny- he had expected her to yell, but she was talking calmly, this seemed worse than a yell.
"Why aren't you yelling this at me?"
"You know what you did was wrong, and you seemed to have lived with that pain ever since, and the woman you love being married to someone else and that man getting to raise your son is punishment enough, and I guess seeing them here tonight, together qualifies for that too."
"Oh!" Draco said suddenly, "they actually don't look like they're here together."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Draco pointed into the audience, after quickly re-locating Hermione; "she's over there, near the centre front, with her best friend."
Daphny nodded, "yeah, so where's he?"
"Over there, "Draco pointed to the bar.
Daphny looked across at the bar. Sat on a stool, staring into the crowed, eyes almost shielded by one singular eyebrow, and with slightly ducked feet sat, the famous Bulgarian seeker. "Please don't tell me she's married to Victor Krum!"
"Yeah," Draco snorted, "unfortunately she is." Draco looked at Daphny- her mouth was open her eyes wide, and she looked livid. "You're jealous aren't you, that she still managed to get a famous guy and you didn't?"
Daphny turned to glare back at Draco. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure that I didn't get a famous guy," she said, each word full of ice.
"What do you mean?"
"Victor Krum, "Daphny spat, "Is my boyfriend, and has been for the past year."