CHAPTER 7

The Clevenhilde Hotel was one of the fanciest hotels in Singapore. It was a twenty story building, which was built around a lawn and swimming pool. The manager, Gordin Schedwinker was a tall, but gaunt man, with sallow skin. His dusty red hair was matched by a gob of reddish hair on his chin, which he claimed gave him a clever, disarming type of look. He wore the finest suits around, and had a pair of black glasses that were perched precariously on the edge of his nose.

He was appreciatively sipping his morning tequila, when the couple entered the hotel lobby. The woman was of normal stature. He noted her formal beige suit and skirt, lightly made up face, and brown hair pulled back into a bun with approval. She held a file under her arm.

Yes, he thought, a true English woman. One with character.

Following her was a tall man, with blonde hair that was slicked back. He wore green framed glasses, and was dressed in a formal blue suit. They walked up to his desk with unmistakable poise.

'Good morning,' the woman said. 'I believe you have a room booked for us? Mr. and Mrs. Saunders?'

Schedwinker glanced at his register. 'Of course,' he said, warmly. 'Yes, we have one of the finest rooms reserved you! Do you have any baggage?'

'As a matter of fact,' Mrs. Saunders said, 'it's in the car.'

'Ah, excellent. It will be sent up. I will have someone show you to your room.'

'Thank you. Oh, and one more thing…'

'Yes?'

'We're here on official business,' Mr. Saunders said. His voice was deep. 'Do you book appointments?"

'Yes, absolutely.'

'Please book us an appointment with Mr. Wilder Jenkins, of the Foreign Exchange Department.'

'Of course. I shall notify you of what time. Tim! Show Mr. and Mrs. Saunders up to their rooms!'

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When the bellboy had left, graciously tipped, Hermione turned to look at their room. It was, she noted, surveying it with a critical eye, quite a nice room. She chose a tall-backed wine velvet armchair, and sunk down into it. She kicked off her heels, and arched her feet.

'Well, everything's going according to the plan now,' she murmured to Draco, who had settled on the double bed. 'we'll have an appointment with Wilder Jenkins. Then, it's up to us to convince him.'

'Hm.' Draco acknowledged, nuzzling against the silken pillow.

'Any idea how we're going to do that?'

'I dunno. I suppose we could tell him about the Resistance, and, oh I dunno, ask him whether it would be any problem between international relations or whatever crap.'

Hermione looked thoughtful. 'Actually, that's a good idea,' she admitted. 'When you're not trying too hard, you're actually clever. It's cute.'

Draco wrinkled up his nose. 'well, excuse me Mrs. Saunders. Are you calling me cute?"

Hermione walked over to the bed, and got in beside him. 'As a matter of fact,' she teased. 'I am. You're' terribly cute, Draco.'

he growled. 'Watch it, lady.'

'No really. you know, fluffy bunny type of cute.'

Draco pounced on her. 'Hey you,' he snapped. 'Do not compare me to a bunny. Ever. Is that understood.'

Hermione giggled. 'Draco, we're adults. Stop acting so kiddishly.'

'Hey, I was being perfectly mature until you called me a bunny!'

'Okay, okay,' Hermione sighed, finally admitted defeat. 'You're not cute, happy?'

He sat back. 'Better. Much better.'

'In fact you're positively ugly. I mean, you hair is just disgus-.'

She never finished. Draco was on her again.

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Lol, short chapter I know. Sorry guys, this chapter has been a bit of a let down. I was going to continue it right upto their meeting with Wilder Jenkins, but somehow this chapter isn't all that satisfactory. So I'm posting it up, and then doing that as the next chapter. This is a sort of…fill in chapter, you could call it. It doesn't have much substance to it.

And Clevenhilde Hotel is completely fictitious, it is NOT REAL. I didn't know whether to make it a Muggle Hotel or not. Initially it was supposed to be, but then I had the manager fix them up an appointment with a member of a magical department.

SHOUT OUTS

twinkerbell23- Lol, very scientific. But that proposal was meant to be cliché. It's Draco's way of poking fun at Hermione's ahem romantic side.

darktwistedpoet- Yeah, I guess she shouldn't have knocked. It didn't strike me at that time. thanks for pointing it out though!

CherryBlossomAngel-225- hehehe, you're reviews are always fun to read. very, very emotional…but as for killing Harry…muahahaha evil look

Lady-of-the-moon- Yep, I have a plot for this one. It's called Hermione the Con Artist, and hey I like it! Lol, and there's plenty of Voldemort too. And I know what you mean about boring jobs. Hermione is like, meant to be a con artist, what with her brains and all.

Lilly- Yeah, this story has been filled with fill-up chapters, you know, which don't really have anything in them. Sorry if I'm being something of a let down. My mood is very drab right now, owing to exams etc. But don't worry- I'll fill in more action in the chapters-to-come!

ObSsEsSeD- I'm not even responding to this review. Good luck for maths!

Crystallized Snow- Lol, a silent reader. I used to be one of those before I started writing. And then I figured out how much a review actually means! And I love your name by the way…it's so…cold.

dracosgirl2515- Oh man, stop reading this and go update RC II NOW! That's all I'm going to say…

Nikita- Hey, thanks for the suggestion! Except, I don't really want this to be a songfic type of. I'd rather it was my own thing, if you know what I mean.