Chapter XI - The Breakfast Club

Draco left the banquet room of Malfoy manor, where the meeting had taken place.A quick glance at his platinum pocket watch told him that it was still relatively early in the morning. He needed to go see Blaise. He walked up to his room, opened the antique armoire and climbed in.

He, Blaise and Miles Flaherty had all learned to transfigure each of the wardrobes in their respective rooms, they had done it years ago when Miles had read the muggle novel "the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" all he had to do was climb into his own wardrobe and he would arrive in any of their wardrobes.

He soon found himself brushing passed silky robes and expensive, high heeled, dragon hide shoes, he was in Blaise's closet. He pushed open the mahogany doors and found himself in Blaise's empty room. It didn't bother him at all to be in his friend's room without her present, it had happened many times before. He looked around for a few moments trying to figure out where she would have gone. He decided after a little bit of deliberation that she was probably down stairs in the morning terrace having breakfast.

Moments later, he opened the heavy wooden doors, knowing that some house elf had already alerted Blaise of his prensence in the manor.

"Good morning, Draco." Blaise greeted pleasantly.

"Hello, Blaise." he said. His gray eyes surveyed the room, it had stone floors and three quarters of the walls where made of glass. his gaze finally landed on the tall, lanky boy leaning on the far wall. "Miles!"

Miles Flaherty was another pedigreed pureblood in their caliber, the only one not sorted into Slytherin but Ravenclaw. he was tall and pale with dark brown hair and gray-green eyes. Other than house, he and Draco had quite a bit in common, including age, upbringing and being betrothed into royalty, although in the case of Miles he had known Wes Finn of Ireland since they were children and had spent most of the summers growing up with her.

"Top of the morning to you, Lad." He joked.

"When did you get back from Galway?"

Miles shurgged.

"About two days ago." He said, taking a seat at the table that Blaise was currently occupying. "But mother had me swamped with readying for Hogwarts. Books and quills and new robes and other such nonsense. She's convinced that this year is special bcause its the last, honestly, I'm surprised she isn't scolding me for not making head's position."

"And guess who the headmaster picked for headboy." Blaise said to him, her mouth twisted into a half smile.

The brunet arched an eyebrow.

"Harry Potter?" He said without hesitation.

Blaise shook her head, smiling impishly.

Miles looked shocked, he considered the question for a few moments longer and then sighed.

"Draco you feind." He said shaking his head. "Its a good thing that old coot chocks a whole lot to inter-house unity.I thought the boy-who-lived was headboy for bloody certain, and if not him then at least ME"

Draco chuckled and took the last chair.

"Only goes to show you, Miles, that marks are not everything." He said. "How many times mustI remind you of that?"

"Aye." The other boy replied. "One more for old times sake, eh?"A pause and then a wicked smirk. "Oi, Zabini, where is this scrumptuous breakfast that you promised me?"

Blaise rolled her viloet eyes.

"Honestly, Miles" She said. "Good things come to those who wait."

It was at that precise moment that the food appeared before them, a scrumptuous feast of every imaginable breakfast food any of them so desired.

"These in particular." He replied sntaching up one of the cream puffs. "I have missed these."

Blaise scowled at him.

"And hereI thought you missed me."

Miles looked at her apprasingly.

"You?" He asked. "Not so much."

Blaise narrowed her eyes.

"Git." She said playfully.

She was met with a smirk.

"Don'tI know it."

"Blaise?"

All three were surprised by the sound of someone, a female someone calling out for Blaise. Miles counted his friends silently in his head, trying to think and see if Blaise knew anyone outside their little circle close enough to come to her house uninvited and call her by her first name.

Draco, however, recognized the voice immidiately and groaned.

"Bloody brilliant." he muttered. "Its my darling finacee."

"Fiancee?" Demanded his brunet friend. He paused for a second and then his green eys widened. "You mean you've met her? She's here? the Russeux girl?" He smiled suddenly. "You must be delighted, Draco, you've been waiting for her for years."

Blaise and Draco shared rather pained looks.

"Well-"

The answer was cut off when a house-elf burst into the sunny room followed by a nervous looking Hermione. All three of them were too well mannered to stare, but Miles did peer at her curiously.

Hermione wrung her hands together and tried to keep from worrying her lip, seeing the three pure bloods a sitting there staring at her did not do anything to improve her nerves.

"You're Hermione granger." Miles said. He turned to Draco and then to Blaise. "You've got to be bloody kidding me."

Draco's face snapped back to the usual impassive mask he donned around the public in general.

"I sorley with that I was." He muttered under his breath.

Miles's eyebrows shot up and he grinned.

"Blaise?" Hermione said in a small voice. "You said to come after my appointment with the weding planner?"A pause. "But if you no longer want to come with meI suppose that I can go on my own,I see that you are r-rather busy here."

"Don't be like that, Hermione." Blaise said waving her hand dissmissively. "We'll still go. Let me just finish my tea.I apologise for the change in plans but an unexpected guest showed up a few days earlier than he was supposed to." She turned from Miles to Hermione. "Oh,I don't think you've met, Hermione, this is-"

"Miles Flaherty, your highness." He said corteously, he inclined his head. All three of them were high enough in rank to not have to bother with bowing in private, and it was good thing too, because from the looks of it Hermione barely understood how to handle the greetings much less the bowing.

"Uh, hi," She said in a tone as friendly as she could make it. "And please, just call me Mia."

Miles returned her smile, but there was no warmth in it.

Blaise glance around the table. She realized that she had better finish her tea soon so she hurried up and then set her saucer down.

"Come along, Mia." She said. "Lets go you have an appointment."

She stood and took Hermione's hand smiling at the boys before starting to lead Hermione from the room.

"Blaise!" Miles called. "Where're you off to?"

Blaise grinned.

"Girly things." She said.

"You do girly things?" Miles asked. He looked stricken.

"I've been with boys to long." Blaise repliedrolling her eyes."Enjoy yourselves. I'll see you two later."

"Sooner than you think." he replied. "Draco and I'll meet you twoat Fortescue's later at four, what about it?"

Blaise nodded.

She and Miles shared wicked smiles, Draco and Hermione both gulped.

"Sure," She said. "Sounds like fun."