My dearest readers:
My greatest apologies for the horridly long absence. Many things have happened that have prevented me from continuing with this story, which I have loved writing. I am now in the process of getting about four chapters up within the next month. Please, those of you who have read this story before, consider this an apology chapter. It's not very long, but it is the foundation to what will soon be a slew of action-packed thrills and possible cat fights. For new readers, welcome and thank you for reading this far. I am back, for good. And I would love to get any ideas for the next few plot-twists. I do not currently know whether I will be able to email you updated chapters as of now, but I will do my best.
Sincerely,
Kissy
Chapter 29: Go placidly into the noise and haste
"It's a box, Ron, not a toy. Gads, I thought you were going to be helping me here!"
Ron's red head peeked out from inside a large box that was in the middle of Hermione's kitchen. Harry and Ginny were busy apparating objects from all over Hermione's now sparse mansion and placing them in the properly labeled boxes. Ron was suppose to be packing up the kitchen supplies, but had managed to pack himself into a large box and was busy drawing rather randy pictures on the inside with a large felt-tip muggle pen, a surprise he thought Hermione might (or more like, not) appreciate when she unpacked her things in New York.
"Aww, c'mon. I was just having a bit of fun. You're the one being all wompy and bossy. It's your last week here in London! Try to have a bit of fun before you go stomping off to America." Ron climbed out of the box and stood face to face with an irate looking Hermione.
"I have three hours to get everything that was left behind packed. That only leaves me with two hours to get ready for the party tonight, and less than 48 hours to put in sleep, last minute packing, and closing up this house until the three of you move in and turn it into an all night brothel."
"I resent that," screamed Ginny from across the room. "I will have you know that I am no longer in the business of casual sex. I have moved onto bigger and better things."
"You mean bigger and better co…ouch!" Harry rubbed the back of this neck. "Watch it! I need to look presentable tonight!"
Ginny just glared. "If you even thought about finishing that sentence I would be taking your 'bigger and better' and apparating it to the busiest train line in Europe. Hermione!" Ginny ran to her friend and flung her arms around her. "Please don't leave me in charge of these two mutants! I can't bear it!"
Hermione just smirked and unwrapped herself from Ginny's death grip. "Alright, all three of you. Enough with the theatrics. I need everything done…now!"
All four friends set themselves back to work. Three of them could not wait for the party. One of them couldn't wait to leave.
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Draco stared hopelessly at the pile of papers that were crumpled at his feet. He sighed and took his quill and set it to the large stack of parchment on his desk.
My dearest Hermio…'No, too sappy.'
My Darling…'Ugh! That's even worse!'
Hermi..'Who am I kidding?'
Mion….
'Forget it,' he thought as he crumpled up yet another piece and threw it. This time it landed straight in the fireplace. Getting up from his desk he threw down his quill and stretched. He had a four o'clock appointment at the BLISS spa. He had a party to go to.
oooooo
The room was dark. It was a bit melodramatic, the effect of the candles making shadows and bits of light that bounced off the wall whenever she moved.
Gazing lovingly at a picture of herself and Draco, she smiled. They would be married in no time. They would have children. And grandchildren. And she would be filthy rich.
Pansy surveyed herself in the mirror against the soft glow of the candles. She had to admit she had outdone herself. Dressed from head to toe in black, her pale skin glowed. Her eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief and a lot of malice. Tonight, she would surely win.
oooooo
"This is unbelievable! Why didn't you do something today when we were at her house?" Harry paced back and forth, wearing a bit of the carpet off, having paced several times in the same place in the last few years. "She would certainly have changed her mind! She had time to! What were you thinking!"
"Don't get all huffy with me! Trust me, I have a plan, we just have to get to the party, pretend everything is absolutely fantastic, then watch the coordinated chaos that I have planned for the evening." Ginny smiled inside, knowing that this plan of hers was beyond brilliant.
"Huffy? You don't want me to get huffy? My best friend is leaving because she thinks that this cad completely, hmm, how shall I put it, screwed her over? You have to go to her right now, Ginny. She won't put up with whatever it is you've planned at her bloody party. And I refuse to clean up whatever remains of you after Hermione has her way with you."
"Both of you just shut up!" Ron wandered into the living room, his dress robes have undone and his hair a mess. "Look, let's just see what happens, alright? If whatever genius Ginny here has planned works, then hooray! Hermione stays and we all have to keep on living in our respective hovels. If it doesn't, Hermione goes off to the states, we mope about for a bit, then we move into her fabulous pad and cut our loses."
"Ron, you prat, this isn't about her bloody huge house!" Harry threw a pillow at Ron.
"I know that! But look, here we are, trying to meddle, but in the end, shouldn't we just accept whatever happens and just be there for Hermione no matter what? And yes, the thought of living in her gigantic, expansive, ostentatious home is a perk, but honestly, we're going to be late." Ron, with a flick of his wand, buttoned up his robes, slicked back his otherwise unruly mane, and apparated without as much as another word.
"Did you just see that?" Harry stared in bewilderment at the spot where Ron had been a mere two seconds before. "He just made the most rational point in his entire life."
"I know," said Ginny, staring at the spot where Ron had stood. "This entire place has gone all wonky. I believe he might actually be right. That's it, we need to go. I need a drink."
