Chapter 6
"Hermione Granger what's the meaning of this? I was exfoliating!" protested Dria as Hermione dragged her out of her room and in to the living room. She sat the pouting Dria down on the couch.
"Stop Pouting! If anyone should be pouting I should be pouting!" snapped Hermione, but she wasn't done there. "But I don't pout cause I'm the mature, reasonable, and responsible one! I can't pout I don't have time to pout!" she rambled. "See here I'll pout," Hermione contorted her face so she was pouting which seemed more like a way to poke fun at Dria then anything else. "See! I can't and don't pout!"
"Bloody hell what got your knickers in a twist!" exclaimed Dria.
"I'll tell you one my way to work this morning I saw me and you all over 'London Now', with the headline Alexandria Halliwell: Does she have a new bar buddy or something or other." She waited for Dria's astounded and horrified reaction but it never came. Instead she looked unfazed as if she was waiting for the part to which Hermione was so mad about.
"And...?"
"And what?"
"And is that all? Come on some pictures in the paper can't have stressed you out this much!" answered Dria matter of factly. Hermione just stared sometimes she felt Dria knew her better then she knew herself.
She sighed and recounted the events concerning Seamus and Harry calling her. By the time she finished she thought Dria would die of excitement.
"No bloody way! He sent a note, called you, AND invited you and friend over for dinner?" asked Dria who was practically salivating over the idea of a prince (especially one as handsome as Harry) to invite her to dinner.
"Yes but he said to bring a friend so-" she didn't get to finish.
"A friend! Hermione have I told you lately I love you?" said Dria Cheerfully. Hermione giggled at her eager friend.
"I was going to take you with me anyways."
"REALLY?!" she exclaimed her mouth curved in to a large grin.
"Mhmm." As soon as Hermione finished saying this Dria tackled her off the couch in a fierce hug. After they parted they crawled back over to the couch sitting back down laughing.
"Well, it's probably just some dinner party thing." Hermione sighed.
"I don' think so." Said Dria but she didn't here her. "I think the reason he wanted you to bring a friend was because he lives with Ronald Weasley, his best friend."
"THE Ronald Weasley! The assistant secretary of war!" Hermione gasped she'd read many admirable things about Ronald Weasley.
"Yeah and his sisters a real piece of work!" Dria said as she took a sip from her rum and coke. She could only be talking about Virginia Weasley, she was a socialite like Dria but that's all she knew. "All I know is that Ronald, and Harry share a manor outside of London."
"Oh." She glanced at the clock it read 4:30. "Well we best be getting ready." Hermione walked in to her room closing the door quietly. Dria sat on the couch staring at the door for a few moments until a devious grin spread across her face. She dashed from the sofa over to Hermione's door; she flung the door open making Hermione squeak in surprise. Dria was horrified and positively tickled by what Hermione had picked out to wear. Hermione had pulled out a long black skirt and crimson turtleneck.
"Ahhh you can't wear that!" exclaimed Dria pointing at the cloths in Hermione's hands.
"What's wrong with em?" she looked from the different garments to Dria and looked puzzled. She just shook her head and lead Hermione back in to her room.
*
Harry was buttoning his dark green shirt when there was a knock at his door.
"Come in!" he called sitting on his large four-poster bed to put on his expensive black Italian leather shows he's been given on a trip to Italy last year. He was just getting the right shoe on when the door opened, an old distinguished looking man walked in. He had gray hair and mustache, a perfectly pressed suit, and stood very straight, it was Briggs.
"Your car is ready your Highness." Stated Briggs stiffly
"Thanks!" he quickly slipped on his other shoe checked himself in the mirror once more. On his way out of the room he stopped by Briggs.
"It's Harry old man, Harry." He patted him friendlily on the back then walked out and down the corridor. Harry walked with a spring in his step, when he came to the large staircase down in to the immense entrance hall he opted to slide down the marble banister. He had even started whistling a tiny bit before a crossed looking Ron confronted him by the front doors.
"You know you can still back out! DO you realize that this girl and that socialite will be seen with you?"
"Bloody hell Ron, Hermione is a respectable young woman who's reputation even surpasses yours, and your sister is a socialite too remember?" Harry said, Ron just muttered under his breath and crossed his arms. Harry couldn't help but smile at how easily his friend forgot his sister was, as he liked to call them 'Creatures of the night.'
Harry walked out the large front doors, down the small set of steps, and over to a shiny crimson Porsche convertible. He jumped in to the front seat started the car and with a quick rev of the engine he pressed his foot against the gas pedal and he sped off down a long drive way. Going through the manors vast and beautifully manicured grounds at night he thought was always fun. Eventually he reached the high black gate the extended in to a fence around the huge grounds. Harry gave a wave to the guards at the gate then sped off towards London, towards Hermione.
A/N: wow almost time! Sorry I just love cliffhangers don't worry I'll update soon after ya'll review!
"Hermione Granger what's the meaning of this? I was exfoliating!" protested Dria as Hermione dragged her out of her room and in to the living room. She sat the pouting Dria down on the couch.
"Stop Pouting! If anyone should be pouting I should be pouting!" snapped Hermione, but she wasn't done there. "But I don't pout cause I'm the mature, reasonable, and responsible one! I can't pout I don't have time to pout!" she rambled. "See here I'll pout," Hermione contorted her face so she was pouting which seemed more like a way to poke fun at Dria then anything else. "See! I can't and don't pout!"
"Bloody hell what got your knickers in a twist!" exclaimed Dria.
"I'll tell you one my way to work this morning I saw me and you all over 'London Now', with the headline Alexandria Halliwell: Does she have a new bar buddy or something or other." She waited for Dria's astounded and horrified reaction but it never came. Instead she looked unfazed as if she was waiting for the part to which Hermione was so mad about.
"And...?"
"And what?"
"And is that all? Come on some pictures in the paper can't have stressed you out this much!" answered Dria matter of factly. Hermione just stared sometimes she felt Dria knew her better then she knew herself.
She sighed and recounted the events concerning Seamus and Harry calling her. By the time she finished she thought Dria would die of excitement.
"No bloody way! He sent a note, called you, AND invited you and friend over for dinner?" asked Dria who was practically salivating over the idea of a prince (especially one as handsome as Harry) to invite her to dinner.
"Yes but he said to bring a friend so-" she didn't get to finish.
"A friend! Hermione have I told you lately I love you?" said Dria Cheerfully. Hermione giggled at her eager friend.
"I was going to take you with me anyways."
"REALLY?!" she exclaimed her mouth curved in to a large grin.
"Mhmm." As soon as Hermione finished saying this Dria tackled her off the couch in a fierce hug. After they parted they crawled back over to the couch sitting back down laughing.
"Well, it's probably just some dinner party thing." Hermione sighed.
"I don' think so." Said Dria but she didn't here her. "I think the reason he wanted you to bring a friend was because he lives with Ronald Weasley, his best friend."
"THE Ronald Weasley! The assistant secretary of war!" Hermione gasped she'd read many admirable things about Ronald Weasley.
"Yeah and his sisters a real piece of work!" Dria said as she took a sip from her rum and coke. She could only be talking about Virginia Weasley, she was a socialite like Dria but that's all she knew. "All I know is that Ronald, and Harry share a manor outside of London."
"Oh." She glanced at the clock it read 4:30. "Well we best be getting ready." Hermione walked in to her room closing the door quietly. Dria sat on the couch staring at the door for a few moments until a devious grin spread across her face. She dashed from the sofa over to Hermione's door; she flung the door open making Hermione squeak in surprise. Dria was horrified and positively tickled by what Hermione had picked out to wear. Hermione had pulled out a long black skirt and crimson turtleneck.
"Ahhh you can't wear that!" exclaimed Dria pointing at the cloths in Hermione's hands.
"What's wrong with em?" she looked from the different garments to Dria and looked puzzled. She just shook her head and lead Hermione back in to her room.
*
Harry was buttoning his dark green shirt when there was a knock at his door.
"Come in!" he called sitting on his large four-poster bed to put on his expensive black Italian leather shows he's been given on a trip to Italy last year. He was just getting the right shoe on when the door opened, an old distinguished looking man walked in. He had gray hair and mustache, a perfectly pressed suit, and stood very straight, it was Briggs.
"Your car is ready your Highness." Stated Briggs stiffly
"Thanks!" he quickly slipped on his other shoe checked himself in the mirror once more. On his way out of the room he stopped by Briggs.
"It's Harry old man, Harry." He patted him friendlily on the back then walked out and down the corridor. Harry walked with a spring in his step, when he came to the large staircase down in to the immense entrance hall he opted to slide down the marble banister. He had even started whistling a tiny bit before a crossed looking Ron confronted him by the front doors.
"You know you can still back out! DO you realize that this girl and that socialite will be seen with you?"
"Bloody hell Ron, Hermione is a respectable young woman who's reputation even surpasses yours, and your sister is a socialite too remember?" Harry said, Ron just muttered under his breath and crossed his arms. Harry couldn't help but smile at how easily his friend forgot his sister was, as he liked to call them 'Creatures of the night.'
Harry walked out the large front doors, down the small set of steps, and over to a shiny crimson Porsche convertible. He jumped in to the front seat started the car and with a quick rev of the engine he pressed his foot against the gas pedal and he sped off down a long drive way. Going through the manors vast and beautifully manicured grounds at night he thought was always fun. Eventually he reached the high black gate the extended in to a fence around the huge grounds. Harry gave a wave to the guards at the gate then sped off towards London, towards Hermione.
A/N: wow almost time! Sorry I just love cliffhangers don't worry I'll update soon after ya'll review!