Chapter 4
Alexandria Halliwell was laying on a large couch in the living room of the flat she shared with Hermione Granger and Avery Kensington. She was reading an interview she'd had with British Vogue a month ago, and looking at the pictures they'd taken of her in expensive designer outfits. She was a very pretty girl with a pale complexion long straight, shiny light blond hair. She had light gray eyes with flecks of icy blue. She was not a curvy woman but tall and lanky, she had long sleek legs that made up for her lack of curves.
The front door opened and closed the click of high heels could be heard in the entranceway. Dria looked up to see her best friend Hermione standing in the arch way atop a couple stairs leading in to the living room. She looked tired, and stressed her normally vibrant dark chocolate eyes were dull and dark. Concerned Dria threw the magazine carelessly on the floor at looked Hermione in the eyes.
"Come, come now tell Dria what's wrong." Dria said in soft sweet voice her hands signaling Hermione to come and sit with her. Hermione walked over to Dria and lied next to her. Dria wrapped her arms around Hermione and rested her head on her shoulder. This was instinct to them by now. They'd lied in this position for hours at a time when one or the other was upset. Hermione sighed closing her eyes trying to relax.
"I can't concentrate Dria, I can't stop thinking about him no matter what I do!" Hermione whispered sadly.
"Who?" then it hit her "OoOoOoh you fancy the Prince don't you?" Hermione just nodded mutely.
"I don't know he annoys me a bit, but at the same time I can't help but think about how nice he was. But he's not stuck up like I'd expect when I talked to him it wasn't like I wasn't talking to a prince but like I was talking to just another normal guy." She chuckled softly "That doesn't make any sense does it?"
Dria just hugged her tighter, "No lovie, it makes perfect sense."
"HARRY! Pay attention!" snapped his Aunt Petunia on the other end of the phone, "In one year you'll be 21, it says in your parents will that s the age in which you will rise to your rightful place as king."
"If you chose to abdicate your role at King of England the crown will pass to Dudley." Harry cringed at the thought of Dudley being king.
"Alright Aunt petunia I'll keep that in mind and he hung up." Harry rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. The last thing he wanted was Dudley of all people to be king. He was horrible, fat, ugly, greedy git who'd disgrace England. But only as a prince already he was hounded by the press everywhere he went the paparazzi was there to take his picture. But he did love his country and it's people and they loved him In return.
"Harry!" came the voice of his friend Ron from outside his chambers doors.
"Yes?" Ron entered grinning from ear to ear.
"I gots a present for you!" he said in singsong voice.
"What is it?" He inquired. Ron through a large envelop to Harry that he caught with ease. He ripped it open and quickly perused the contents. The envelope contained, the profile, photos, current address, and phone number of Hermione Colette Granger.
"W-Where did y-you get this?" stuttered Harry studying the papers.
"I have a friend in British Intelligence I just asked him to look her up." Ron stated smugly.
"Question?"
"Mhmm?" murmured Ron
"What do you suppose I do with this information?" asked Harry not taking his eyes of the papers.
"Call her, ask her to go out." Stated Ron as if it was obvious
"You've forgotten one thing Ron." Ron tilted his head to one side and gave Harry a perplexed look.
"I'm the prince of bloody England! I can't just take her out to the movies!"
Ron thought on it for a moment then his aqua eyes lit up "I got it invite her to Ginny's party everyone's going."
"Brilliant! But she barely knows me." Harry was making it very difficult for Ron to win at this point.
"Call her office tomorrow invite her to dinner." Ron had a point there. Harry relented to the growing feeling of joy that was spreading though out his body. He smiled at Ron.
"Brilliant! I'll tell her to bring Alexandria also." He said giving Ron a sly smile. Ron's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Ron's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water his index finger in the air as if he was about to make a point but the words failed him.
"I'm eager to see if the rumors are true."
Hermione was feeling much better by the time Dria convinced her to go out for sushi and therapeutic shopping with her much to her protests. Avery wouldn't be home till much later.
Dria wore a jean mini skirt, red high top Chuck Taylors, a navy blue t-shirt that read ' The Strokes' in gold, and a simple black leather handbag the hung on her shoulder. She wore minimal make up just a little lip-gloss, and her light blond hair was in a ponytail.
Hermione wore a pair of simple flare jeans with a crimson cashmere v-neck sweater tan handbag, red flip-flop sandals, she had little make up on only a little black eyeliner and some lip-gloss, her hair cascaded down her back in soft dark chocolate curls.
When the Taxi pulled up to the sushi bar Dria anted to go to Hermione realized it was hip new sushi restaurant were many photographers waited for celebrities to walk by.
"Dria!" Hermione hissed, "You said it was small little sushi bar!"
"Sorry Hermione but this place is the best!" Dria gave her the sad puppy dogface and Hermione gave in.
"Fine but you owe me!" They stepped out of the taxi, paid the driver then made their way toward the path to the restaurant. Dria stopped to pose shortly for the cameras making sure Hermione didn't leave her side they quickly walked in to the restaurant. Hermione saw spots for the rest of the night little did she know as she sat and ate her California roll sushi that the next day her and Dria's pictures would be plastered all over the British tabloids.
The next day.
The morning had started the same for Hermione wore a identical skirt suit like the one from the day before only she wore a crimson oxford shirt not white. Deciding on getting a coffee from the café down the block from her office was stunned and horrified to see the latest copies of 'England Now' (a very popular British tabloid) at a small newsstand. She ran up to the newsstand and snatched up copy of poor excuse for a newspaper. On the front were 2 pictures of her and Dria. One taken at the entrance to the sushi restaurant and the other o them leaving a cute London boutique later that night, the head line read in bold red ink ' Dria Halliwell gets new bar hop buddy.' She had started walking off when the newsstand man called to her.
"Hey you gotta pay for that!" She turned and threw him some change and was about to leave when he spoke again.
"Hey lassie you're that girl in London Now ain't ye?" he chuckled at the look of anger, annoyance and embarrassment on Hermione's face.
"Course I barely recognized you." He said giving her a look Hermione detested.
"Oh is that so?" she said dryly people were stopping now a listening to the conversation obviously they had recognized her also.
"Well yeah I mean you don't have that whorey looking Halliwell girl with you, and" Hermione didn't let him finish she'd slapped square on the side of his face.
"Don't you ever, EVER say anything about her." She was practically seething with anger "Am I making myself clear!?"
The man nodded mutely stunned, she threw the tabloid at him and stormed through the small crowd that had gathered towards her office.
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Harry was sitting at his desk in the study typing on his laptop when Ron interrupted. He looked up at his friend and smiled pushing his glasses up the ridge of his nose at they'd fallen slightly.
"'ello Ron." He said pleasantly. Ron didn't answer her just threw a rolled up newspaper on the desk and scowled. Harry looked at it quizzically for a moment the picked the paper up off his desk and unrolled it. His eyes darted across it yet it clearly explained Ron's scowling. The headline said in bold red printing ' Alexandria Halliwell gets new bar hop buddy.' Under that were 2 pictures of Alexandria and...Hermione. Harry gaped although she had very little skin showing he never though he's see her on the cover of such a trashy tabloid.
"See, See I told you didn't I any girl who shares a flat with Alexandria Halliwell in a creature of night!" sputtered Ron who pointed at the paper. Harry looked at him for a moment then slowly a smile crept on to his face and he began laughing much to Ron's disapproval.
"This isn't funny Harry!"
"Creature of the night?! What is she a vampire?" Harry said though he laughter. Ron went in to thought for a moment taking Harry's question seriously.
"Don't answer that." Said Harry not wanting to give Ron another reason to make assumptions about Hermione. He stood walked over to the fire place were there was a fire going and threw the paper in to it, sticking his hands in his pockets watching it burn. He only looked up when Ron spoke again.
"So I guess this means your not changing your mind." Said Ron sounding defeated
"Not in the slightest."
Ron sighed and walked toward the doors, before he walked out he said "See you at 5 then."
Harry nodded and watched his friend leave, then turned back to the fire watching what was left of the tabloid burn to nothing.
Alexandria Halliwell was laying on a large couch in the living room of the flat she shared with Hermione Granger and Avery Kensington. She was reading an interview she'd had with British Vogue a month ago, and looking at the pictures they'd taken of her in expensive designer outfits. She was a very pretty girl with a pale complexion long straight, shiny light blond hair. She had light gray eyes with flecks of icy blue. She was not a curvy woman but tall and lanky, she had long sleek legs that made up for her lack of curves.
The front door opened and closed the click of high heels could be heard in the entranceway. Dria looked up to see her best friend Hermione standing in the arch way atop a couple stairs leading in to the living room. She looked tired, and stressed her normally vibrant dark chocolate eyes were dull and dark. Concerned Dria threw the magazine carelessly on the floor at looked Hermione in the eyes.
"Come, come now tell Dria what's wrong." Dria said in soft sweet voice her hands signaling Hermione to come and sit with her. Hermione walked over to Dria and lied next to her. Dria wrapped her arms around Hermione and rested her head on her shoulder. This was instinct to them by now. They'd lied in this position for hours at a time when one or the other was upset. Hermione sighed closing her eyes trying to relax.
"I can't concentrate Dria, I can't stop thinking about him no matter what I do!" Hermione whispered sadly.
"Who?" then it hit her "OoOoOoh you fancy the Prince don't you?" Hermione just nodded mutely.
"I don't know he annoys me a bit, but at the same time I can't help but think about how nice he was. But he's not stuck up like I'd expect when I talked to him it wasn't like I wasn't talking to a prince but like I was talking to just another normal guy." She chuckled softly "That doesn't make any sense does it?"
Dria just hugged her tighter, "No lovie, it makes perfect sense."
"HARRY! Pay attention!" snapped his Aunt Petunia on the other end of the phone, "In one year you'll be 21, it says in your parents will that s the age in which you will rise to your rightful place as king."
"If you chose to abdicate your role at King of England the crown will pass to Dudley." Harry cringed at the thought of Dudley being king.
"Alright Aunt petunia I'll keep that in mind and he hung up." Harry rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. The last thing he wanted was Dudley of all people to be king. He was horrible, fat, ugly, greedy git who'd disgrace England. But only as a prince already he was hounded by the press everywhere he went the paparazzi was there to take his picture. But he did love his country and it's people and they loved him In return.
"Harry!" came the voice of his friend Ron from outside his chambers doors.
"Yes?" Ron entered grinning from ear to ear.
"I gots a present for you!" he said in singsong voice.
"What is it?" He inquired. Ron through a large envelop to Harry that he caught with ease. He ripped it open and quickly perused the contents. The envelope contained, the profile, photos, current address, and phone number of Hermione Colette Granger.
"W-Where did y-you get this?" stuttered Harry studying the papers.
"I have a friend in British Intelligence I just asked him to look her up." Ron stated smugly.
"Question?"
"Mhmm?" murmured Ron
"What do you suppose I do with this information?" asked Harry not taking his eyes of the papers.
"Call her, ask her to go out." Stated Ron as if it was obvious
"You've forgotten one thing Ron." Ron tilted his head to one side and gave Harry a perplexed look.
"I'm the prince of bloody England! I can't just take her out to the movies!"
Ron thought on it for a moment then his aqua eyes lit up "I got it invite her to Ginny's party everyone's going."
"Brilliant! But she barely knows me." Harry was making it very difficult for Ron to win at this point.
"Call her office tomorrow invite her to dinner." Ron had a point there. Harry relented to the growing feeling of joy that was spreading though out his body. He smiled at Ron.
"Brilliant! I'll tell her to bring Alexandria also." He said giving Ron a sly smile. Ron's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Ron's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water his index finger in the air as if he was about to make a point but the words failed him.
"I'm eager to see if the rumors are true."
Hermione was feeling much better by the time Dria convinced her to go out for sushi and therapeutic shopping with her much to her protests. Avery wouldn't be home till much later.
Dria wore a jean mini skirt, red high top Chuck Taylors, a navy blue t-shirt that read ' The Strokes' in gold, and a simple black leather handbag the hung on her shoulder. She wore minimal make up just a little lip-gloss, and her light blond hair was in a ponytail.
Hermione wore a pair of simple flare jeans with a crimson cashmere v-neck sweater tan handbag, red flip-flop sandals, she had little make up on only a little black eyeliner and some lip-gloss, her hair cascaded down her back in soft dark chocolate curls.
When the Taxi pulled up to the sushi bar Dria anted to go to Hermione realized it was hip new sushi restaurant were many photographers waited for celebrities to walk by.
"Dria!" Hermione hissed, "You said it was small little sushi bar!"
"Sorry Hermione but this place is the best!" Dria gave her the sad puppy dogface and Hermione gave in.
"Fine but you owe me!" They stepped out of the taxi, paid the driver then made their way toward the path to the restaurant. Dria stopped to pose shortly for the cameras making sure Hermione didn't leave her side they quickly walked in to the restaurant. Hermione saw spots for the rest of the night little did she know as she sat and ate her California roll sushi that the next day her and Dria's pictures would be plastered all over the British tabloids.
The next day.
The morning had started the same for Hermione wore a identical skirt suit like the one from the day before only she wore a crimson oxford shirt not white. Deciding on getting a coffee from the café down the block from her office was stunned and horrified to see the latest copies of 'England Now' (a very popular British tabloid) at a small newsstand. She ran up to the newsstand and snatched up copy of poor excuse for a newspaper. On the front were 2 pictures of her and Dria. One taken at the entrance to the sushi restaurant and the other o them leaving a cute London boutique later that night, the head line read in bold red ink ' Dria Halliwell gets new bar hop buddy.' She had started walking off when the newsstand man called to her.
"Hey you gotta pay for that!" She turned and threw him some change and was about to leave when he spoke again.
"Hey lassie you're that girl in London Now ain't ye?" he chuckled at the look of anger, annoyance and embarrassment on Hermione's face.
"Course I barely recognized you." He said giving her a look Hermione detested.
"Oh is that so?" she said dryly people were stopping now a listening to the conversation obviously they had recognized her also.
"Well yeah I mean you don't have that whorey looking Halliwell girl with you, and" Hermione didn't let him finish she'd slapped square on the side of his face.
"Don't you ever, EVER say anything about her." She was practically seething with anger "Am I making myself clear!?"
The man nodded mutely stunned, she threw the tabloid at him and stormed through the small crowd that had gathered towards her office.
~
Harry was sitting at his desk in the study typing on his laptop when Ron interrupted. He looked up at his friend and smiled pushing his glasses up the ridge of his nose at they'd fallen slightly.
"'ello Ron." He said pleasantly. Ron didn't answer her just threw a rolled up newspaper on the desk and scowled. Harry looked at it quizzically for a moment the picked the paper up off his desk and unrolled it. His eyes darted across it yet it clearly explained Ron's scowling. The headline said in bold red printing ' Alexandria Halliwell gets new bar hop buddy.' Under that were 2 pictures of Alexandria and...Hermione. Harry gaped although she had very little skin showing he never though he's see her on the cover of such a trashy tabloid.
"See, See I told you didn't I any girl who shares a flat with Alexandria Halliwell in a creature of night!" sputtered Ron who pointed at the paper. Harry looked at him for a moment then slowly a smile crept on to his face and he began laughing much to Ron's disapproval.
"This isn't funny Harry!"
"Creature of the night?! What is she a vampire?" Harry said though he laughter. Ron went in to thought for a moment taking Harry's question seriously.
"Don't answer that." Said Harry not wanting to give Ron another reason to make assumptions about Hermione. He stood walked over to the fire place were there was a fire going and threw the paper in to it, sticking his hands in his pockets watching it burn. He only looked up when Ron spoke again.
"So I guess this means your not changing your mind." Said Ron sounding defeated
"Not in the slightest."
Ron sighed and walked toward the doors, before he walked out he said "See you at 5 then."
Harry nodded and watched his friend leave, then turned back to the fire watching what was left of the tabloid burn to nothing.