Disclaimer: Right… I really don't own Harry or Luna or Draco or Hermione yadda, yadda, yadda. They all belong to JKR an not me, blah, blah, blah. I do own a few things, anyway/
Author's Note: Ever see General Hospital? No? Oh well. Basically it's a soap opera (yes a soap opera. What?). Some storylines are based on the storylines from General Hospital.
Spoilers up to and including The Order of the Phoenix
Rating: PG-14 for language, violence, kidnapping, and sexual themes.
Pansy glared at the back of the secretary's head. Once again the woman was on Floo Powder. She cleared her throat as loudly as she could, causing some German wizards to look at her in astonishment.
The secretary turned in her chair and put on a fake smile. "Can I help you?" She asked her as she beamed at Pansy.
Pansy fought to keep her breakfast down as she looked at the blonde woman. "I work here now." Pansy said, quite happy to see the fake woman's face fall for a second.
The blonde woman recovered quickly however, much to Pansy's disappointment. "He's in his office!" She chirped pleasantly, causing Pansy to outward wince.
"Right," she responded slowly as she patted down her black skirt. Pansy rushed away from the perky woman and down the hall to Blaise's office. Letting herself right in, she walked to the middle of the room, much to Blaise's amusement.
"Well, Pansy, I see you made it on time." Blaise smirked as he stood to meet her in the middle of the room.
"Indeed," Pansy said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you want, Blaise?" She asked him as she walked around him and sat on a chair in front of his desk.
Blaise raised an eyebrow and sat in his chair at the other side of the desk. "Have you ever had a job, Pans?" He asked her as he opened a folder on his desk.
Pansy's look faltered as she thought of an answer. "Yes," she said slowly. That wasn't a complete lie; she was a mobster after all.
"Are you sure?" Blaise asked her in amusement, keeping his eyes on the folder. "Because I have your record here. You've been arrested a lot." He remarked lightly.
Pansy's eyes widened as she looked at the top of Blaise's head. "I… I… was." She said, inwardly beating herself for her lack of a good answer.
"Hmm…" Blaise raised he head and looked at the girl he had known since he was seven. "Pansy, if you're working for Draco you can tell me. I know he's a gangster."
Pansy looked at her lap. "We prefer to be called mobsters." She said quietly before looking back at him. "You can't tell anyone, Blaise. No one can know ever."
"No worries, Pans." Blaise reached across the table and grasped her hand. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Hell, whom would I tell? Ginny?" A small smile began to grace Blaise's face. "Pansy, I need you to do something for me…."
"I cannot, cannot believe the nerve of Zabini!" Pansy said angrily to herself as she made her way to The Café. She looked through the window into the building. She watched as a blonde and a red-haired girl walked with trays.
She sighed and backed away from the window. "Alright, just… just do what he asks and everyone's happy."
"Except you," a voice said from behind her. Her eyes widened as she spun around and came face to face with Harry Potter. "Not that I care, mind. Why are you stalking Ginny?"
"I am not!" She said childishly as she placed her hands low on her hips. "I don't stalk," much, she added mentally. "Why are you stalking me?"
"Not. I was merely going to see Luna." Harry told the shorter girl.
"Hmm," Pansy said slowly. "What is it with you and Ravenclaws, Potter? I thought you more of a purest. All Gryffindors all the time, hmm? How long have you been standing out here?"
"Not… too long." Harry said as he stared at his feet.
"Well, it looks like you have joined the stalker club. We meet on Tuesdays at eight." Pansy said sarcastically.
"Tuesdays, I'm busy." Harry responded as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her.
"With stalking?" Pansy asked him as she sighed. "You know, you think that you could use your whole fame thing to get laid."
"You think you're untouchable, don't you?" Harry asked ashe shook his head.
"Oh, no, on the contrary. I love being touched. Yeah, not usually by cops, as a rule. Or what ever you are. I have to go. Good luck with your thing." She told him before turning around and walking into the café. She stopped walking as Ginny stopped in front of her.
"What do you want, Parkinson?" Ginny asked as she put an empty tray under her arm.
"I come on behalf of Blaise." Pansy started, wincing at the formality. "He wants me to… bestow upon you an invitation."
"Why in the hell are you talking like that?" Ginny asked the blonde as she raised an eyebrow.
"He's making me. Do you want to go to The Gala or not?" Pansy asked exasperatedly.
"Fine." Ginny said as she held her nose in the air. "I'll go with Blaise, if he buys me a dress." Ginny raised an eyebrow at Pansy and the corner of her mouth began to tilt upwards.
Pansy bit back a remark about money and smiled tightly. "He said he would. I have been instructed to take you today after your work. Is that a good time?"
"Fine," Ginny said as she turned back to a table and began to wipe it down.
Pansy nodded and turned back to the door. She gave Harry a thumbs up as she passed him outside. And laughed at the panicked on his face as she made her way to Ron's office building.
Hermione knocked lightly at Draco's office door. She put her ear to the door and she heard shuffling and heavy footsteps and she felt the twist of the doorknob under her hand. She stepped back and watched as Draco lifted his eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" He asked in amusement as he leaned against the doorframe. "I mean I am in the middle of some very important work."
"Yeah, but all your work is illegal." Hermione said as she walked past Draco into his office. She sat on a chair that sat on the side of the desk closest to the door.
Draco pushed himself up and kicked the door closed. "Not that I'm not happy to see you." Draco said as he crossed the room and sat opposite from her. "But I am curious, however, as to why you're here."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I was getting very, very bored and I was wondering if you had anymore books?" She asked him.
"You read everything worth reading on this boat. You even read a few of Pansy's romance novels." Draco commented as he shook his head. "I'm not going to write a book just so you could read it."
Hermione rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not asking you to, just go get me some!" Hermione pleaded.
"Fine," Draco sighed and looked back down at some paper work. His eyes drifted up as he realized Hermione was still staring at him. "Is there something else?" He asked her.
"No," Hermione responded as she leaned back in the chair and continued to watch him.
Draco threw down his quill and looked back at her. "Well, I have something else to tell you. I'll be going away again. My men have orders to give you what you ask."
"Except to go home?" Hermione asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Draco let out a chuckle. "Yes, except for that."
Hermione shook her head and looked at her lap. "Then I hope you don't expect a thank you, Malfoy." Hermione said as she looked back up at him.
Draco shook his head. "I don't. At least not now."
"Not ever."
Draco stood up and walked around the table. "I don't know what you what from me, Hermione."
Hermione stood to meet him. "I want to go home, Draco! I have to go home!"
"We've been over this before, Hermione! I can't just send you back!" Draco yelled.
"I promised I wouldn't press charges! Just send me back!" Hermione pleaded as she clasped his hands in her own.
Draco looked down at their clasped hands. "I can't." Draco said softly. "I don't care if you press charges or not, Hermione." Draco looked down at her and furrowed his eyebrows. "Just, just drop it." He said as he attempted to pull his hands out of her grasp.
Hermione held on harder and looked up at the taller wizard. "Draco…" she said softly as she leaned closer to him. "I miss my children. More than anything."
"More than Weasley?" Draco asked, not able to keep it to himself.
"Yes," she said without missing a beat. "I miss them more than Ron or anything else in the world. What if Vega was taken away from you?" Hermione asked him.
"I'd miss her more than anything." Draco said as he drifted off in thought.
"In truth, Draco, if I didn't have any children I don't think I would mind being here." She said with a shrug causing Draco to look at her oddly. "I mean, I'm not saying your sickly sweet or anything else that would tarnish your Slytherin persona. You're different."
"No I'm not," Draco said shaking his head. "You know what I do for a living."
"Because you got pulled into it. You wanted to be a lawyer. You wanted to uphold the law." Hermione reassured him as she began to move her thumb against his hand. "You're not like you were in Hogwarts."
Draco shook his head again. "Hermione, you didn't even know me in Hogwarts. How did you know what I was like?"
"I knew you as much as you knew me. It doesn't matter, Draco. No matter who we were then, we are different people now. We're all grown up and our lives have been hard."
A silence rang out between the two adults who were still standing in close proximity of one another. Hermione opened her mouth slowly, about to say something when Draco's mouth suddenly crashed to her own.
She stumbled back in shock before lacing her fingers in his gelled back silver-blond hair to regain her balance. She stood on her bare tiptoes in order to meet his lips better.
Draco honestly hadn't meant to kiss her. At least, that's what he thought as he backed her up to a nearby couch and shed his suit jacket.
Stop it, Hermione commanded herself. Your married, a voice that sounded exactly like Mrs. Weasley rang through her head.
Not really, the dreamy voice she had dubbed Luna said slightly louder. You're only married legally. It's not a real marriage. It's nothing like you want. You don't want you husband, you want your kidnapper.
That's sick, "Mrs. Weasley" said disapprovingly. You've been married for years. Hermione considered this as she loosened Draco's tie and began to unbutton his shirt.
But it's true. There's a difference between being married and a marriage. Hermione considered this as Draco slipped her shirt over her head and pushed her back on the couch.
She pulled her head back slightly and gasped for breath. She looked up at him. "What are we doing?" Hermione asked him as she attempted to sink into the cushions to put space between them.
Draco, still gasping for breath looked down at her desperately. "Does it matter?" He asked her before swooping his head down to kiss her again.
As he came up for breath again, he watched as Hermione shook her head no and brought his head down for another kiss.
"Just pick one!" Pansy said exasperatedly from her position on the chair. Pansy had picked her own dress robes rather quickly and was now waiting for Ginny to pick hers.
"Well, Parkinson, I don't want to end up in the same position you were in with the Yule Ball!" Ginny yelled back at her.
"At least I had new dress robes!" Pansy yelled back angrily. "And besides, Blaise said I looked smashing!" She taunted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I heard Blaise was colour blind!" Ginny laughed to herself as she pictured the fourteen-year-old Pansy. At least then she wore colour, Ginny thought to herself as she used her wand to do up her dress robes.
She turned to face the mirror and smiled lovingly at her reflection. The dress robes were low cut enough to make Blaise nervous and her family scream, yet not that slutty. She smiled to herself as she pictured a panting Blaise and her fainting family. The robes were a beautiful lavender colour that didn't offset her bright hair.
She slipped out of the robes and motioned her wand to put the robes back on the hanger, as she got dressed.
Pansy stood with her arms crossed over her chest with a garment bag hanging off her arms. Pansy looked up from her shoes as Ginny came out. She raised an eyebrow expectantly.
Ginny held out the robes for inspection. "What do you think?" Ginny asked the former Slytherin.
"Oh!" Pansy gasped as she looked at the dress robe that Ginny was holding. "It is such a gorgeous colour!" Pansy gushed as she set her bag on a chair and stepped closer to the robe.
"Isn't it?" Ginny said happily as she looked down at the robe. Ginny enjoyed shopping with Pansy, not that they were friends. She always found it hard to shop with Hermione, who was always complaining about how expensive everything was. And shopping with Luna was an adventure. She use to go shopping with Lavender….
"You are so going to knock Blaise dead. And your brother is going to flip. I commend you on your taste." Pansy said with an evil glint in her eye.
Ginny smirked back at the blonde as they both gathered their things and made their way to the check out. "What colour are you robes?" Ginny asked her.
Pansy raised an eyebrow. "Actually? Red." Pansy said shortly as she handed both robes to the checkout person.
"Really? I thought they would be black." Ginny said with a hint of surprise.
"Most would. Don't tell anyone, I want to keep it a secret." Pansy said as she handed over a sack of gallons and gathered both bags. "So want to spend all of Blaise's hard earned cash?"
"Hell yes," Ginny said as the two women walked out onto the street filled with stores.
Zander sighed as he watched a brunette girl walk into the café. It was almost empty and Luna had gone out with Harry. He walked over to the table and looked down at the girl. "Hello, my name is Zander. Can I take your order?"
Vega looked up at the boy with a bemused expression. "Hello, my name is Vega and I'll have a diet Butterbeer. I want it, like yesterday." She requested as she put her purse on the table.
Zander raised an eyebrow and nodded before walking behind the counter. He turned around when a large crash echoed through the café. He watched as Sirius Lupin, his best friend ran up to the counter.
"What's up, Sirius?" He asked the dark haired boy with a raised eyebrow. "You seem messed up."
"I am so messed up, Zan, you wouldn't believe it!" He said exasperatedly, his amber eyes filled with desperation.
"What's wrong?" Zander asked.
"I don't have a date to the gala!" Sirius said loudly, causing Vega to look at them funny.
Zander held a finger to his lips. "I don't know what you want me to about that. It's not like I have a date either."
"But you're going with Sage, man. Everyone knows it." Sirius said as he threw his hands into the air. "Good luck with her dad by the way." He warned with a hint of animosity in his eyes,
Zander felt slightly guilty. He knew that Sirius had a crush on Sage for many years. "Think of it this way. If I go with her, no one else will." Zander supplied helpfully.
"Which means I can't either." Sirius sighed as he looked up at the ceiling. "Everything bad happens to me! My parents are weird. I'm a klutz. No women find me attractive!"
Vega winced and felt sorry for the boy. She crossed the room and put a hand on the boys shoulder. "If you need a date, I'm still free. My name's Vega." She said, inwardly beating herself for being nice to a stranger. She was going soft.
Sirius looked down at her with huge amber eyes. "Really? You'd do that?" He asked her hesitantly, as if she would take it back.
"Sure, I'm in the same boat you are." She told him with a shrug as she put her hand down at her side. Now I can spend all Draco's money, she thought to herself evilly.
Sirius looked smugly at Zander who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
Zander grinned evilly. "Now, Sirius, do you want to tell Sage or should I?" Zander asked the other boy with a hand on his chin. "I mean, who knows how she's going to take it."
Vega looked at Zander with her nose turned up. "I think maybe Sirius needs some real friends." Vega said as she crossed her arms.
"What? Like you? The girl he just met?" Zander asked her as he placed her diet Butterbeer on the table. "The one who threw herself at him?"
"Don't be jealous that you don't have any throwing themselves at you." Vega said as she slid two stickles over the table. "Least of all me." Vega turned to Sirius and wrote down her address. "You can Floo me later and we'll exchange plans." She said kindly before glaring at Zander and walking out the door.
Sirius watched as she left. "I guess I have a hot date and your going with your best friend." He said smugly as he took a sip of the abandoned Butterbeer before grimacing and placed it back down.
"The friend you're in love with." Zander said in defense of his best friend.
Sirius looked at Zander for a moment before shaking his head and walking out the door behind Vega.
"Shit," Zander said under shi breath as he watched his oldest friend and his best walk away. "You, Zander Weasley, are an ass."
Grr… how I wanted Sage to come in and say he was. Resist!
I am so sorry about the surprem lack of updates. I've been having some computer issues the past week and a bit.
Are Pansy and Ginny going to become friends now?
No! They just go on one shopping trip and they might be friendly to each other for now. I don't think it'll last very long.
So, er, did Draco and Hermione go all the way?
Yes, yes they did. And Draco's rather smug about it.
So Greg…?
Knows all. Sees all. He's very perceptive.
And Blaise?
Slightly perceptive.
FredandGeorgeWeasleyareMYKings: Thank you! I love Harry and Luna also, they are too cute! I enjoy Pansy and Ron also.
Parcheezie: Alrighty!
sever-case-of-insanity: I'm glad you are!
Flavagurl:Thank you! I lovelove triangles and such.
slyswn28: I hatehow they're making her! I love Faith,Cynthia Preston is such a good actress. Anyway, I'm happy to better than a soap! Don't youjust love Blaise?
Berekka: Thank you! I thought it would be illogical to make them fall in love instantly.
Catherine!
Again, I am really sorry!
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