"Hermione, dahling, vhere are you going?" Jennifer asked shrewdly.
"I'm going flying. Can't you tell?"
"Vell, yes, I can, but I told you that you couldn't do any of dose magical things here! Oh, no, child! Vhat if someone vere to see!" she gasped. "My reputation at the fine vomen's society! I am magical, oui, but that is so-unladylike, you hear me? Don't ever do it."
Hermione walked over to her. "You know what? Seems like you just might have to have a problem with that. Wanna know why? I'm going flying!" As rarely as Hermione disobeyed, she had just done so now, running out of the door and mounting her broom. Before her aunt could tell her to come back, she was already soaring high above Paris. Her destination was still unknown, but she felt so free with the wind in her hair, her back free from any corsets or facsimiles thereof, and her feet feeling able to breathe, not in pinchy-toed shoes.
At the Parisian Inn
Draco walked up to the bar. "Hey, barkeep!" he yelled.
"Give me your best; surprise me with something exciting, nothing too dull or bland." He held out a twenty dollar bill.
The barkeeper put down the glass that he was drying and walked over to Draco, leaning on the counter. "So, what'll it be, young man? A virgin piña colada? How about a good soda?" He smiled at Draco, raising one eyebrow.
"Who do you take me for? I am a twenty-two year old man! Now get me a drink, please!" Draco lied.
The barkeeper, still disbelieving, leant closer and looked into Draco's heartless eyes. "Twenty-two? ID!"
Draco pulled out his fake one and shoved it in the barkeeper's face. He soon threw it back down. "If I didn't know better, I'd think that that ID of yours is fake," he said, fixing Draco a martini. He clunked the glass down next to Draco's fist.
"Seven dollars." he muttered. Draco held out the twenty and the man gave him his change. Draco smirked and began to drink it, slowly.
Back to Hermione
Hermione was flying through the air, putting an invisibility charm on herself, of course, taking in all of Paris, beautiful Paris. She was wondering where she could go on a leisure trip. Some ideas included the Eiffel Tower, some cafés, and a few shopping areas, when she thought of the Parisian Inn. She grinned and swooped down onto the Parisian Inn's front lawn. Well, she'd gotten this far, now what? She was carrying a broom- how random would that look?- and wearing jeans and a lime green top, not the least bit maid-like. She leaned the broom against the brick wall and walked inside, going to the concierge.
"Hello," she began, "I was wondering where the Malfoys were staying?"
"And you are…?" the woman asked.
"I'm their son's sister, Hermione… Malfoy." Hermione said. 'Sounds pretty good!' she thought.
"Umm, room 410. Do you have a key, Miss Malfoy?"
"No," Hermione admitted. "Although I should be under 'Malfoy.' Mum said that she would put me on… You see, I've just flown from school in the U.S. That's why I didn't come with them." More lies came from the 'good girl's' mouth.
"Oh… I don't see you here…"
"Well never before has this happened! I have to be there!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but you're not."
"This is pure and utter insanity! Let me speak with your manager!" she said, getting fake-angry.
The woman looked frightened. "No need! Ahh… It was probably just a mix-up!" she handed Hermione the key. "It's upstairs and then from the elevator, turn left and then right. It's next to a large tapestry."
"Thank you," she said sternly. Hermione went back outside to get her broom and then hurried into another exit, from there up the elevator and walked to room 410. She looked down at the key, feeling suddenly very powerful. She couldn't help but laugh a little.
At the Gilbreth Mansion
Narcissa asked Jennifer politely, "Are you going to punish her?"
"Severely." came the reply. "But let us not have her spoil our afternoon tea! I'll vorry about her vhenever she returns."
Narcissa reached for a finger sandwich and nodded. "You know, I don't think Draco would do such a thing."
"Yes, Narcissa, vell, this girl needs some discipline." Jennifer took a sip of tea and lightly sat the cup back down on its corresponding saucer. "And I'm vorking on it, believe me."
At the Parisian Inn
Hermione slid the key down into its slot and removed it quickly. The door beeped and she entered, greeted by an overhead voice, saying, "Bonjour!" She closed the door and looked around, seeing a bed with around 10 pillows and with two comforters. There were two bedrooms, the other she assumed looked just like this one, a grand bathroom and a living area with a wet bar off to the side. A television set was concealed in a large wardrobe-looking piece of furniture. There was a large wall with water falling down it, rocks jutting out from it. 'Wow, the Malfoys certainly are high-class…' she thought, wondering at once where Draco was. She kicked off her shoes and went to sit on the couch, flipping through a book of the hotel amenities. She decided to try the pool/bar first, remembering back to when they were all in Hogsmeade and he tried to get a few beers out of a portly man in one small pub. He could see right through his fake ID, though. With magic, it was easy to tell. She was wearing something of a bikini underneath her clothes-she had decided to go in her aunt's spa until she thought of going flying instead. Hermione too conjured up a fake ID, thinking that if Draco could do it, she surely could too.
She put back on only her jeans and sandals and walked down to the pool.
Surely enough, she saw Draco sitting at the bar. It looked like he'd actually tricked the muggle. She walked over to the handsome boy of only sixteen and sat down two seats away from him. "Hit me," she could hear him saying.
"This is your third one, I hope you know." Draco laughed and rose his eyebrows. "Just pour it, Lewis." Lewis was his last name, he had found out. After making Draco another martini, he turned and approached Hermione.
"So what'll it be for you, miss?" He hadn't even questioned Hermione's age! It must have been the way she held herself and spoke. She also guessed that he assumed that girls would be less likely to sneak into a bar.
"A coke and rum please- only a little bit, though." She smiled sweetly at him.
"ID, please," he started, explaining himself, "It's routine, you know…" Was he hitting on her? Eww, this guy looked to be almost 35-ish. She decided to try and turn him off from her. She at once rolled her eyes and slammed the card down on his hand.
"My bad!" she smiled sarcastically. The man grumpily sat it back down and mixed her drink.
She picked it up and moved next to Draco, finally gathering enough courage to do so. He turned to her.
"Granger?"
"Oh what a surprise," she said, patting him on the back. "Long time no see."
Draco wobbled in his seat and turned slightly to face her. She sipped on her drink, pushing it away. It was way too strong. Maybe she'd pissed off the barkeeper too much. "Yeah, can I buy you a drink?"
"Umm, sure," Hermione had never really drank that much liquor and alcohol before, so she decided, "Why not?"
A new barkeeper came to them.
"Two shots of vodka, please." She nodded and poured the shotglasses. Hermione reached for one but Draco slapped her hand away. "No, let's have a contest. Whoever finishes theirs last… has to kiss the other one."
Hermione objected. "No, I can't?"
"What's wrong, are you SCARED?"
"Malfoy, you're on." she said, suddenly agreeing to his challenge.
"One, two, drink!" Hermione and Draco began to chug down the vodka, it was burning Hermione's somewhat-virgin throat. Draco pounded down his glass first, saying, "Pucker up, Granger."
He smiled his trademark smirk and outstretched his arms. Hermione regretfully sat down her glass. "It was a contest, Malfoy, and I'm not doing this on my own free will."
He looked at her and puckered his lips. She leaned forward and kissed him squarely on the lips. He tried to further it, but she pulled away. "Next, time, be more specific, Malfoy," she said, punching him playfully on the arm.
"Fine, Hermione," he said, putting extra emphasis on her name.
"Wow, Malfoy, you are drunk, calling me by my first name." He swayed in his chair, pointing her with his finger.
"You just wait, the challenges get harder!" he said, his words somewhat slurred. He ordered two more shots, this time, though, they were stronger.
"L-last one to drink this down has to m-moon someone. An adult, though, n-no little kids! Let's keep this somewhat d-decent!" Hermione began to drink, as did Draco, but this time, Hermione finished before him. She was feeling lightheaded by the time Draco started laughing and standing up on the barstool. He unexpectedly turned and mooned Hermione!
"Draco! I mean, Malfoy! Cover yourself!" she laughed.
He sat back down and sat down, they were both laughing hard. Hermione looked at Draco and they both broke out into another fit of laughter. Some people were beginning to look at them. Draco held up a finger as if he was about to say something, but he soon fell off of his stool and landed on his back. Hermione, although wasted, could comprehend what was still going on- somewhat. She gasped and her eyes got really big.
"Draco!" she cried.