Disclaimer: I don't own Draco, Hermione, Ginny or Blaise. We do own Luci Malice and Andrea Lynch though. No stealing the plot or our characters.
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Chapter 10: Competition
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"Malice?" Blaise asked.
"What do you know about her?" Draco asked, trying to figure this out.
"I don't know, but I'll ask around," Blaise said.
"Thanks man, I appreciate it," Draco said, drinking down the rest of his glass of water and then lying down on his bed in the room.
"Yeah, anytime. So you think this girl has it in for all of us?" Blaise asked.
"That's what she said," Draco said. There was no way that a bitch like her was going to get the better of Draco Malfoy.
Draco was still thinking of the myriad ways he could kill the raven-haired girl as he fell asleep.
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Hermione awoke the next morning feeling slightly refreshed. She didn't have anything to do today except enjoy it. She figured that she would take a swim, which always seemed to cheer her up.
After her breakdown yesterday she realized that she really was overeating about this whole thing. Draco had said that he loved her, and just because she didn't love him—with good reason—didn't mean that she had to deny that his feelings were genuine.
What if he really was in love with her, what if he really did want to spend the rest of his life with her, what if he really did find her attractive.
She shook her head and got the stupid thoughts out. Of course he didn't love her, he didn't know what love was. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life with her, he was just trying to make the best of it because they were being forced to do it. And he definitely did not find her attractive, she didn't think that she was in the least bit attractive.
She got up slowly and walked into the bathroom, she was tired and showers helped her to wake up. She stripped of her bedclothes and stood under the shower.
They had only been here for six days…
She had gotten drunk on one-too-many occasions…
She had gotten married…
She had gotten married to her worst enemy…
Said enemy confessed his love for her…
She was being blackmailed by a sadistic bitch…
She was sixth place…
She had had sex with the aforementioned enemy…
She wondered just what could happen in the next nine days…
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"She's been going at it with at least three of the other judges," Blaise said.
"Ha! So we do have her on something, she can't accuse us of cheating if she is doing that as well, I think I know exactly what to do now," Draco said.
"Good, because I really don't want to get kicked off of this thing, it's awesome to see hot girls in bikinis," Blaise laughed.
"Yeah, Hermione looked so…wait, I'm not talking to you about my wife," Draco said.
"Already protective are we?" Blaise asked.
"Yes," he said as though it was obvious.
"Sorry man, I won't look at her anymore," Blaise said with a small smirk.
"Anymore?"
Blaise just started whistling to himself as he left the room, leaving Draco very angry.
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"Hermione, have you played cards with Draco yet?" Ginny asked.
"No Ginny, the first time we had sex was yesterday," Hermione complained.
"So I take it you haven't done number five either then?" Ginny said.
"Must you ask?" Hermione said. "Besides, I was thinking about doing that today, maybe in the elevator or something."
"Mmm, no, you have to do it in the shower," Ginny said, shaking her head and biting her lower lip.
"Have you…?" Hermione asked.
"Elevators good and all, but that bar thing hurts. Shower is much better, just make sure it isn't cold," Ginny smirked.
"Well that was a given," Hermione said as she finished with her hair.
"So, where you going?" Ginny asked.
"Draco said that he was taking me out to lunch and I wanted to look nice," Hermione said as she pulled a jean skirt on and grabbed her purse. She was opening the door handle when she turned back around and grabbed her keycard off of the counter in the kitchenette. "See you later, Ginny."
"Scores at five," Ginny reminded her friend quickly as the door shut. "How can she be so hopelessly in love and not even realize it?" Ginny said to herself.
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"You have come to join me for lunch then?" Draco asked as he opened his door to reveal his wife.
"Yes, you did say that at breakfast, did you not?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I did, but with the way that you were acting yesterday I wasn't sure," Draco said.
"I'm sorry about that, I had a nervous breakdown yesterday and was just trying to get my bearings to head north instead of south east."
"Its fine, I thought it was my performance," Draco said.
"Your performance was amazing," Hermione said as she kissed her husband on the cheek.
"Good," he said. "Give me a minute and I'll be ready to go." He walked back into the room and grabbed his wallet off of the bedside table, pocketing it and grabbing his keycard. "Okay, let's go," Draco said.
"Where are we off to?" Hermione asked.
"Anywhere you want dear," Draco said.
"Can we apparate from inside this building?" Hermione asked.
"Not sure, actually," Draco said. "I haven't tried."
"Because I know this wonderful place," Hermione said, grabbing his hand and walking swiftly down the corridor.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere where no one will see us," Hermione said, opening a door on the right side of the hallway with her wand and walking into it, still dragging Draco after her.
A broom closet.
"What are we doing in a broom closet, Hermione?" Draco asked, trying to see his wife through the dark that they had been plunged into.
"Just shut up a moment," he heard Hermione say. "Ah, here it is," Hermione said. "Lumos," she muttered, lighting her wand. She was holding a small piece of paper and looking at it. "Okay," she said. "Just needed to remember the exact coordinates," Hermione said. She grabbed Draco's hand again and with a pop apparated them both into what looked like a dressing room.
"Perfect," she mumbled, opening the door and shoving the piece of paper back into her pocket.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"You'll see love, I'm paying for this one," she said, opening the door and stepping out into the department store.
"We are eating dinner a Sears?" Draco asked.
"No, we are eating across the street, we just have to apparate here because we don't want the muggles to see us," Hermione said.
Just then a woman came out of the dressing room next to the out-of-order one that they had emerged from with a funny expression on her face.
"Could you show us the way out of the store?" Hermione asked.
"Humph," the lady shrugged, walking out of the dressing room in a huff.
"Well she wasn't very cordial," Draco mumbled.
"We'll just have to find our way out of here ourselves then," Hermione said.
They followed the path that the lady had taken to get out of the dressing room, then they came out onto the second floor of the store.
"Which way now?" Draco asked.
"You know, this is just like a maze, I hate going through these stores, if you don't know your way then you are going to get lost," Hermione said, following the sign that said the exit was to the right. "Honestly, if you need directions in a department store, it is too big."
"I agree," Draco said.
"You in for some exercise?" Hermione asked.
"Why?"
"Because now we have to walk across the mall," Hermione said, looking out across Twelve Oaks Mall in Novi, Michigan. They had made it out of the store and were now standing on the top floor watching all of the young kids playing on the enlarged plastic breakfast foods below.
"Why here?" Draco asked, completely confused at why they would go to a mall.
"Well, I need to go pick something up first, then we can go to Mongolian Barbecue for lunch," Hermione said. "Just sit here a moment," she motioned to the massage chairs (only a dollar for a three-minute massage) and headed off down the escalator.
Draco sat in the massage chair and shoved an American dollar into the slot. He relaxed into the chair.
Hermione turned up again after three more dollars had been put into the slot in the side of the chair. "I'm back," she said holding up the pink striped bag.
"Good, I'm starving," Draco complained as he walked with his wife down the escalator and trying to sneak a peek into the bag.
"No looking. Otis," Hermione said as she stepped off the escalator.
"Why did you just call me Otis," Draco asked.
"I didn't call you Otis, I said Otis because that is what brand the escalators are, whenever I step on the metal part I say Otis," Hermione explained. (A/N: Sorry, my strange idiosyncrasy)
"Alright then," Draco said, looking strangely at her.
"Now for our long walk across the street and to the other complex," Hermione said.
"Ooh fun," Draco said as they walked out of the doors next to the Lord and Taylor.
When they arrived at BD's Mongolian Barbeque more than twenty minutes later, Draco was complaining that his feet hurt and Hermione was just smiling at him. "You are such a wimp, you big baby," Hermione said. "Honestly, if anyone from Witch Weekly knew that you were such a baby, you would be out of the most eligible bachelor standing."
"I already am if you don't remember," Draco said.
"I'm sorry, I know this sounds stupid, but did you just say Witch Weekly?"
Draco turned around and saw a very pretty girl with dark blonde hair about their age looking at them with an expectant glance.
"Who wants to know?" Draco said suspiciously.
"So you did!" the girl said. "I have been trying to find another one of us in this city, but all I seem to find are these damn muggles."
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione said, holding out her hand to the young woman.
"Oh, sorry, Andrea Lynch," the girl said as she took Hermione's hand. Then she moved to take Draco's as well but he was just looking on her with curiosity.
"Lynch?" Draco questioned.
"Yes, Lynch, like my father, Aidan Lynch," Andrea said, holding out her hand out again to Draco.
"I knew it sounded familiar," Draco said as he took Andrea's hand. "Draco Malfoy," he said.
"Definitely heard of you," she said. "So where are you two headed?" she asked.
"We were just about to get some lunch at BD's," Hermione said. "Do you want to join us?" she questioned.
"I don't want to intrude anything," she looked slyly up at Draco, who was rumored to be very good in bed and was probably showing this witch a good time.
"Not at all, we have to be back in Vegas by five, but I don't think it should take that long to eat," Hermione said.
"If you're fine with it?" Andrea asked more to Draco then Hermione.
"Of course I'm fine with it," Draco said. "As long as we can eat, I'm starving. And you have been dragging me around this damned place all day," Draco said as he put his arm around his wife's waist.
"Okay, okay, we'll go and eat now," Hermione giggled.
Andrea followed close behind the couple, wondering who this woman was.
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They all brought their bowls of raw food, meats, vegetables, tofu for Andrea, oils and powders, to the grill in the middle of the room. The large circular grill with about five people around it, flipping up the food sizzling away on it; cutting the food with the long metal blades emulating samurai swords.
When they finally got their food they sat down at the table, Hermione and Draco on one side and Andrea sitting on the other side.
"So, where do you hail from Andrea?" Hermione asked.
"Ireland," Andrea said. "But I haven't lived there most of my life, I mostly traveled with my dad for most of his career, thus why I don't have much of an accent."
"What does your dad do?" Hermione asked.
"Honestly Hermione, you have never heard of Aidan Lynch?" Draco asked her.
"No, am I supposed to?" Hermione asked shyly.
"You were at the Quidditch World cup our fourth year, were you not?" Draco asked.
"Yes, but what does the Quidditch World Cup have to do with anything?" Hermione asked.
"Seeker…Ireland…Aidan Lynch," Draco said.
"He was Ireland's seeker?" Hermione asked.
"Still is," Andrea put in. "He was angry after that, though. How that Krum character beat him to the snitch. Ugliest man alive if you ask me."
"Viktor Krum, yeah, I dated him," Hermione said.
"Oh, sorry," Andrea said.
"No, that's all right, that's why I broke up with him."
Draco was still looking at her with a shocked expression. "How did you not put two and two together?" Draco asked her, still on about Aidan.
"I'm sorry if I wasn't really paying attention. I had some annoying ferret behind me annoying Harry, Ron andI beyond all reason," Hermione scoffed.
"Don't even start to mention Potter, you know how I feel about him," Draco said.
"What did Harry ever do to you?" Hermione said, trying to get Draco past this whole childish feud.
"I have many qualms with Potter and none of them have to do with you," Draco said.
"Why do you hate Harry so much?" Hermione asked more firmly.
"Because he is a spoiled little brat who always gets his way, and he thinks that just because his parents died he is the most loved person in the world who everyone should obey."
"Draco, he is not like that at all. Harry hates being famous, he would rather be the one that was on the sidelines looking at someone else's life and laughing, thinking things like that, that he is spoiled and an attention whore. But it is his life and he hates it. I had to stop him from killing himself on many occasions, and you didn't help with that at all," Hermione said.
"It wasn't my fault that he had to always be there getting all of the attention, leaving nothing for me," Draco said.
"So you're the attention whore. You don't hate Harry because you have a real reason, you hate him because he took your thunder, your gusto. Well you got what you want now, your own business, millions of galleons, Harry away in some other country with no publicity, top spot on Witch Weekly…"
"Had the top spot on Witch Weekly," he reminded her.
"Yeah, whatever," Hermione chided. "That is not the point," Hermione complained.
"Then what is the point? I don't understand what this conversation is even about," Draco said.
"I don't know either," Hermione said out of breath. "It had something to do with Harry, but I don't care anymore," Hermione let out a huff and settled back into her chair.
"So, now that you two have successfully had a conversation about nothing, a few questions pertaining to said conversation," Andrea said.
"Yeah?" Hermione asked, taking a sip of her Jones Green Apple soda.
"Well, I couldn't help but notice that you mentioned Harry Potter more than once in the conversation, how is it you know him?"
Hermione and Draco both started talking at the same time, but Draco stopped and told Hermione to talk with a polite, 'ladies first.'
"Harry and I were friends in school, still are actually. We were all in the same year, Harry, Ron and I. And Draco here," she stopped to glance evilly in Draco's direction. "He tormented us all through school."
"I only wanted to torment Potter, but you happened to be one of his followers."
"I was not his follower, I wasn't one of the girls who wanted to have sex with him to say that they bedded the boy-who-lived. I am more like a guy to them, they don't even see me as a girl."
"Their loss," Draco smirked.
"Shut up," Hermione said playfully as she hit him on the shoulder.
"I don't want to shut up," Draco said seriously. "I want to take you over to that broom closet and shag you, my pretty little wife," Draco said with a sly smile.
"Ahem," Andrea coughed to alert the lovebirds to her presence.
"Sorry," Hermione said. "Next question?" she said.
Andrea just looked back and forth between the two, then she looked down at their hands. Yes, it did seem as though they were both wearing wedding bands.
"You two are married?" she asked.
"Yup, going on six days," Draco said childishly.
"Oh shut up, you prat," Hermione joked.
"What are you doing in Vegas?" Andrea questioned.
"I'm in a beauty pageant and Draco here is a judge," Hermione said.
"Yeah, I have to judge my wife against other women, either way I lose. If I give other people a higher score then she berates me, and if I give her a higher score then everyone says that I'm a biased judge."
"So are you biased?" Andrea asked.
"Maybe just a little," Draco smirked looking over at Hermione.
"Well now that I know that I am only getting better scores because I'm married to you…" Hermione smiled.
"Oh, you know that you would get higher scores anyway," Draco said with a smile.
"Sure, arse," Hermione muttered, sticking her chop stick into a piece of chicken. Then she stood up. "If you'll excuse me a moment, I have to use the little girls room," she said before walking off.
"She has the worst mood swings," Draco laughed, talking more to himself than the girl sitting across the table from him.
"Yes, seems to happen in girls who are pregnant," Andrea mused.
"What!" Draco asked harshly, looking up at her with wide eyes.
Andrea burst into fits of giggles. "I'm joking, but you should have seen your reaction," she managed to say through the laughter.
"That was not funny," Draco said, trying to calm down his breathing.
"I thought it was," Andrea smiled.
Draco just held his head in his hands, then he looked back up at her with a smile across his face. "Yeah, I guess that sort of was funny."
"I told you," Andrea said. "So, when are you two going back to Vegas?" she asked.
"Well, we have to leave here in a couple of hours, we have to be back by five for the scoring of the previous competition."
"I see. Do you think I could go back with you? This is a nice place and all, but its sort of boring being here by yourself," she said.
"Yeah, I'm sure Hermione won't mind."
"Well, we will have to make sure of that first," Andrea said.
"Yeah," Draco said as Hermione slid back into her chair.
"You ready to go?" he asked.
"Sure, I'm stuffed," she said.
Draco went to take his wallet out and pay for the meal but Hermione stopped his hand. "I told you that I was paying for this," Hermione said.
"Hermione, I don't care, I can pay."
"I want to," Hermione said.
"Fine," Draco said as he shoved his wallet back into his pocket.
Hermione took four rolls of quarters out of her purse and stuck them on the table. "That should be sufficient, no?" she said with a smile.
Draco smiled back and got up from his chair, holding out his hand to help Hermione up, which she took.
When they got back outside, Draco huffed. "Do we really have to walk all the way back to the mall?" Draco asked.
"No, I suppose we could apparate from around here if you want to. We should have from the bathroom."
"Well, lets go find somewhere," Draco said as he pulled his wife after him.
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When they arrived back to the Green Dragon Casino and Resort, they all went back to Hermione's room.
They sat around and talked for a while more until Blaise and Ginny returned.
"We have ten minutes until scoring, you want to go down there Hermione?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know, do I Draco?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, just go," Draco smiled.
"Okay, come on Ginny, let's go," Hermione said. "Do you want to come too, Andrea?" Hermione asked.
Ginny seemed to notice Andrea for the first time. "Oh hello," Ginny said.
"Hello," Andrea said.
"Well, come on, Hermione, we have to be down there."
"I'm coming…Shut UP, Draco," Hermione said before Draco could comment on what she had said.
Hermione walked out of the room full of a smirking Draco, a smiling Blaise and a very confused Andrea.
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"You gave me a bloody SEVEN?" Hermione yelled, walking into Draco's room where he was alone.
"What else was I supposed to give you love?" he asked.
"Try something more than a seven," Hermione said.
"You think you are so cool because everyone else gives you higher scores, and just because I am your husband I should favor you?"
"No, I think you should give me what I deserve. You are bringing my score down," she yelled.
"I am bringing everyone's score down," Draco said. "And I gave Luci a three again. Even though she deserved a one," Draco smirked.
Draco thought about that. He was supposed to give Lucifer a higher score so that she would win this pageant. But he decided against it, he gave her a three instead. She was going to be pissed and she was going to try to blackmail them some more, but he had something up his sleeve that she was not going to try to mess with.
Hermione just sat down on his lap and kissed him.
"What the hell was that for?" Draco asked.
"I was joking honey, I know that you gave everyone worse scores, I just like making things harder on you," she smiled.
"Well, I like making things harder on you too," he said as he pushed her off of his lap. She landed hard on her butt on the ground.
"What was that for?" she asked angrily.
"You are having mood swings, why cant I too?" he asked as he stood up.
"I am not having mood swings!" Hermione said.
"Just tell me the truth, Hermione. Are you pregnant?" he asked sincerely.
Hermione looked at him seriously for a minute and then burst out laughing. "Why would you think that I'm pregnant?" she asked through her giggles.
"Because you are having all of these mood swings and stuff, and Andrea said that that happens to people who are pregnant."
"Well, she's right, because I am," Hermione said gravely.
"You are?" he asked, trying not to look worried.
"Yes, I got pregnant when I had sex with you two years ago and the kid is just now deciding to come out," Hermione said sarcastically.
"We have had sex since then, Hermione," he said.
"I know, but I am not pregnant," she said.
"Thank Merlin," he said as he sat back down on his bed.
"Hey, you want to help me up?" Hermione asked, rubbing her sore bottom.
"Sorry about that," he said as he grabbed her hand and helped her back up.
"It's alright, I guess," Hermione said as she sat back down on his lap and put her arms around his neck and buried her face into his neck. "Would it really be that bad if I was?"
"I just don't think we're ready yet," he confided, wrapping his arms around his wife.
"You're probably right," Hermione said drifting off into a peaceful sleep in Draco's arms.
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Hermione awoke the next morning in Draco's bed, his arms curled protectively around her. She hadn't even noticed when she had drifted off. She hadn't eaten dinner and she felt sort of hungry.
She tried to get out of Draco's grasp but it only made him tighten his arms around her more. So she settled back into his arms and he buried his face in her hair.
"Do we have to get up?" he asked.
"I don't want to, and we have until five before the dinner tonight, lingerie isn't until eight," Hermione said tiredly.
"Good, more time to have you to myself," Draco said.
"Whatever happened to Andrea?" Hermione asked.
"I got my aunt to get her a room for the week, she was ecstatic about seeing wizards, anything but muggles."
"That's good," Hermione said sleepily. "Let's go back to sleep for a while," she complained.
"Sure," he said, curling tighter around her.
Just then there was a loud knock on the door.
"Oh what do you want?" Hermione asked irately.
"Are you two decent, because I'm coming in anyway," Blaise yelled from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, we're decent, just stop yelling," Draco said. "Some of us are trying to sleep."
"Its ten o'clock. There is no more time for sleep," Blaise said as he opened the door and came into the room.
"Just leave us alone Zabini, we want to sleep," Hermione complained.
"Yeah, yeah. Just give me a moment, I have to get clothes. Why are you two so tired anyway, spend the whole night shagging?" he asked.
"Go away, Zabini!" Draco yelled, throwing a pillow in his direction.
"I'm going, I'm going, hold your horses you frisky little rabbits," Blaise smiled as he grabbed his clothes and walked back out of the room.
After the door had slammed closed, Draco snuggled back into Hermione's hair.
"Must we get up?" he asked her as she struggled to get out of his arms.
"I'm not tired anymore," Hermione said. "Blaise sort of ruined that for me," she said angrily towards the door. "But I'm going to take a shower," she smirked. "Care to join?"
"You know it," Draco said, getting up from bed quickly.
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#5: Have a Killer Quickie
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After their "number 5" in the shower, Hermione and Draco both left it in towels. Draco threw some clothes in Hermione's direction; boxers and a t-shirt (different ones). Hermione put them on and sat down on the bed.
"So what do you want to do today, love?" Draco asked after he had dressed in the same revealing clothing, minus the shirt.
"It's your choice, I got yesterday," she said.
"Well, you fell asleep at six o'clock and I couldn't get you to wake up, so after you went to sleep I went out to dinner with Blaise, Ginny and Andrea. Wow, you are probably really hungry," he said, realizing that she didn't eat dinner the night before and she had engaged in activities in the bathroom.
"I guess I am a little hungry," she said, lifting herself off of the bed and moving towards the door. "You should get dressed, meet me in my room when you're done."
"Okay, but I'm going to get my clothes back this time," he said.
"Maybe, maybe not," she said saucily, opening the door quickly and leaving.
"Tease!" he yelled at the closed door.
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"Hermione, you look happy," Ginny said with a smile.
"Number five works wonders, Ginny. And you were right about the shower," she amended.
"Didn't I tell you?" she laughed.
"Confused," Andrea put in.
"Sorry, it's just…never mind," Hermione said, she wasn't sure if she wanted to be talking about her sex life with someone she had just met the day before.
"Sure," she said. "So are we going out to lunch together like dinner yesterday, or is lunch when you all separate?" Andrea asked.
"Blaise and I usually have every meal alone, but since you were here yesterday and Draco didn't have a date, because she was SLEEPING! We went out to dinner with you," Ginny explained.
"Yeah, Draco and I usually have meals alone," she said. "But I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you wanted to come."
"No, I think I can manage on my own, I will just have to find a really rich wizard to take me out. Hey, do you think that Draco or Blaise have any friends?" she asked in a joking manner.
"There are loads of judges here that wouldn't mind, I'm sure," Ginny said. "Plus, since you aren't in the pageant, they can't get in trouble for it."
"Hmm…I'll look into that, thanks Ginny," Andrea said.
"Anytime," she said.
There was a knock at the door and Draco walked in a moment later, followed closely by Blaise.
"You ready?" Blaise asked Ginny, she nodded and left the room with him.
"Are you eating lunch with us again, Andrea?" Draco asked her.
"No, I'm going to fare on my own for today," she said.
"All right, let's go Hermione," he said to Hermione.
"I'm ready, let's go," she said walking out of the hotel room with Draco and Andrea behind her. When they reached the lobby, Andrea went off in search of someone who was good looking and Draco and Hermione left the hotel to get something at a nearby restaurant.
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"Come on, Ginny. We only have couple minutes until dinner," Hermione screamed.
"Give me a minute, I'm trying on this skirt, do you think Blaise would like this?" she asked.
"I'm sure he will, it's really cute," Hermione commented on the short brown plaid skirt.
"What are you wearing?" Ginny asked Hermione.
"I think I'm just going to go in this," Hermione said, looking down on her outfit of blue jeans and a green tank top.
"Okay, well, its ten to, we should probably head down there."
"Yup, let's go down."
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"You gave me a three again," Luci said warningly.
"Oh hello, Luci…" Draco said as he rounded on the spot of the annoying person he had had many dreams about. "Fer," he amended curtly, he had had so many dreams about murdering her.
"I warned you, Malfoy," Luci said, ignoring the harsh comment.
"And now I'm warning you, Malice. I know what you are doing too, and you cannot accuse me of cheating when you are doing the same."
"I am not cheating," Luci said.
"I have three judges that will testify to it, and you are threatening me to give you better scores, that is also considered cheating, Malice. You are not going to get away with this."
"You cannot accuse me of cheating when you are doing it yourself," Luci said.
"Live by your own words, Malice. If you try to turn us in then you are going down as well."
Draco left to sit down by his wife before the onyx-haired girl could get to him anymore. He was about to curse her on the spot. He wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hair and shove her head into the closest loo, drown her in the only thing that was good enough for her.
He restrained himself though and sat down next to his wife. "Hello darling," he said amiably.
"Good evening," she said.
"In a couple of hours I get to see you in your lingerie," he said with a smile as he put his arm around her.
"Can you wait that long?" Hermione asked.
"For you I can wait forever," he said in a cliché manner.
"Good, because I'm not going to be in this one. I think I'm going to stay in my room, I don't feel all that well," Hermione said.
"You're sick?" he asked sadly, he had really wanted to see her in lingerie.
"No, moron. I'm joking. You just can't take a joke, can you Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I can take a joke. But not one as evil as that. You are a purely evil thing, you know that?"
"Yes, I am the Wicked Witch of Western Europe," she said with a smile.
"Yes you are, my love," Draco said as he smiled at his witch.
"Aren't you the gentleman?" Hermione replied sarcastically.
"I believe that I am very gentlemanly, Mrs. Malfoy," Draco said.
"Sure, let's just eat dinner."
"Sounds good, but I know something else I would rather ea—"
"Don't even finish that statement, Draco," Hermione commanded harshly.
"What's gotten into you?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said as she took a particular interest in her food.
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Damn! The only word that went through his head as his wife came out wearing nothing but a pink teddy and matching thong-styled undergarments.
He felt his temperature rise at the thought of what he was going to do to her later tonight. She was going to stay in his room again, that was a fact.
All he could think about was that that witch—that beautiful, sexy, smart, incredible witch—was his. No one else's.
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When Hermione and Ginny emerged from the dressing rooms redressed in their not so revealing clothing, they were completely surprised by a voice of someone they knew.
"Ginny!" he yelled.
Ginny bit her lip and turned around. "Oliver!" she said, trying to sound as pleased as he seemed but thinking that she was fucked.
"That was amazing," he said, grabbing his fiancé in his arms and kissing her lips.
"Thank you," Ginny said after pulling away from the kiss. "Why are you here, Oliver?" she asked.
"I wanted to come to see you, is that so bad?" he asked.
"No, it's not bad, it's just…you could have told me first."
"And miss the surprised look on your face, why would I do that, Ginny?"
Because it would have been much worse if you would have caught me snogging Blaise, Ginny thought. "How very much like you," she said.
"I've missed you so much, going and playing all this Quidditch really makes me homesick, I just got back from Ireland."
"You're back for good now?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, I figured I could stay here and watch the pageant for the time that's remaining."
"L-Lovely," she choked out.
"Hermione," Draco yelled out from behind them.
Hermione turned around as Draco took her mouth in a harsh kiss and immediately shoved his hands in her hair, pulling her closer to him. He was so turned on by that that he wanted to take her back upstairs now. But he might not be able to make it. This wall might not be too bad, he thought as he kissed his wife harder, pulling her waist against him.
Blaise walked up as well and approached Ginny, only to find a man already holding her. He looked up confused at the man and was about to pound his face in. "Blaise, this is Oliver," Ginny squeaked before Blaise could get close enough to harm him.
Blaise immediately wiped the expression from his face and looked Ginny's fiancé up and down. Then he held out his hand for Oliver to shake, which he did gladly. "Nice to meet you, Oliver. I'm a friend of Ginny's, Blaise Zabini."
"Nice to meet you too," Oliver said, looking up at the tall Slytherin, who dwarfed him by about three inches.
Draco had Hermione against the wall now and was not relenting his kisses. Ginny decided that it was time to stop the awkward silence between her two lovers and silence Hermione and Draco. At least get them to go back to their room first.
"Er…Draco!" Ginny yelled. Draco just disconnected one of his hands from Hermione's hair and tried to swat Ginny away like a fly. "Draco!" Ginny said again more firmly.
Draco pulled away from Hermione's mouth with a fierce look in his eyes and Ginny was a little scared. "Yes?" he asked harshly.
"Get a room. Please?" she said with a façade that showed boldness, though she was frightened.
Draco pulled Hermione away from the wall and towards his room and Hermione followed, wanting the same thing as him, incredibly turned on from his fiery kisses. "Don't bother us for the next 24 hours," they heard Draco's voice echo from down the hall.
"Well, they seem to be having a good time," Oliver said in his adorably cute accent.
"They got married," Ginny said in a blasé tone.
"Hermione and that blonde are married?" he asked.
"Yes," Ginny said.
"We are in Vegas, darling. We could get married now, wouldn't that be wonderful?" Oliver asked.
"No!" Ginny screamed a little too quickly. "No, I mean, we planned on having everybody there for the wedding, I don't want a shabby little Vegas wedding," she said, trying to cover up for her mistake.
"If that's what you want, I am willing to wait," Oliver said. He really was a very loving guy, just not the kind of guy that Ginny wanted.
She looked guiltily at Blaise who was still standing there, a million emotions and thoughts going through his head.
"I'll just leave you alone then, maybe go find Andrea," Blaise said.
Ginny just shot him a look and Oliver looked relieved.
"See if we can talk about how the pageant went today," Blaise said before stalking off, trying to find Lynch.
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Ginny and Oliver talked a little more before Oliver decided to retire for the night, wanting to take Ginny with him to his newly acquired room, but Ginny wouldn't have it.
Blaise found Andrea and they talked well past midnight about mundane things. Blaise remembered just as he was leaving Andrea's that Draco and Hermione were probably still shagging each other's minds out in his room. He turned around. "Hey, I hate to ask this, but you think I could crash here for the night?" Blaise asked.
"I only have one bed," Andrea said.
Blaise looked around, no couch. "I don't mind if you don't," Blaise said.
"Not at all," Andrea said, and Blaise walked back in and lay on Andrea's bed. Andrea too lay down on the opposite side of the bed.
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Ginny slept alone in her and Hermione's room. Hermione and Draco slept in Draco's room, though not much sleeping occured, at all. Oliver slept alone in his room. Blaise and Andrea slept in Andrea's room and there was not much sleeping either, but not because they were engaged in other activities.
Blaise was thinking about what was to happen between him and Ginny now that Ginny's fiancé was back to take her away from him. He could not take it off his mind and didn't sleep much at all.
Andrea didn't sleep much because she couldn't stand such a tall, dark, and handsome man sleeping in bed next to her and not being able to touch him. But with Ginny's fiancé coming back, maybe Blaise would move on.
Maybe…
Hopefully…
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A/N: Yea, well, it took me forever to get that up. Originally it had alemon at the end, but the one that I saved on my floppy disk didn't have that on it and I didn't feel like writing it again. But I promise one for the next chapter I write.
So, is Blaise going to fall to the seduction of Ginny's competition? Or is he going to drive away his?
Love and Lemons (or lack thereof)
Brittany