Chapter 7
"Dria!" called Hermione as she looked at herself uncertainly in the mirror.
"Yes?" came Dria's voice from the hallway. After a short knock the door opened and she entered. She was wearing a flowing silk off white skirt that went half way down her knee with a matching strapless chiffon top that had wavy ruffles and a thick strap of black across the top, and off white open toe high heal pumps. Her hair was up in a simple bun her choppy bangs hung in her face, a soft white shimmer was present on her eye lids, and a clear pink lip gloss for her make up.
"Wow...Dria you look beautiful!" gasped Hermione. This didn't help her growing insecurities.
"Are you positive I look alright?" asked Hermione looking back in to the mirror nervously. Dria smiled she felt like a mom on prom night helping her daughter for what was a rather important event.
"For the 12 millionth time Hermione you look gorgeous!" Dria beamed at her, Hermione smiled back timidly she didn't feel gorgeous.
"I'm home!" shouted Avery's familiar voice. Dria and Hermione quickly ran out of her room forgetting that they were dressed up. At the sight of them Avery had to double take. For a couple of reasons one, she was surprised Dria was dressed very tastefully, secondly and mostly because of Hermione. She had always thought Hermione to be stunning but the way she looked tonight was just astounding.
"H-Her-Hermione! My God!" Avery said, flabbergasted.
Hermione rounded on Dria "I told you I look horrid!"
"No, no Hermione. You look gorgeous absolutely gorgeous." Said Avery beaming at her.
Hermione was about to thank her when the little speaker by the door interrupted by the Concierge's voice.
"Miss Granger, Miss Kensington you have a visitor." Dria gave Avery and Hermione a smile then walked through the living room over to the box.
"Who is it?" she asked coyly, she gave Hermione and Avery a wink as they watched in amusement.
"Well to be perfectly honest Miss Kensington, it's Prince Harry." He said as if he didn't really believe it himself.
"What you playing at?"
"It is indeed Miss, Prince Harry."
"Bloody Hell," she said rather comically "Tell his highness we'll be down shortly." She took her finger off the little red button and smiled at Hermione then Avery. Hermione almost reluctantly left her coat due to Dria's convincing her that it was 'to warm' as it being the middle of May. Avery gave her a reassuring hug and smile as Dria rather impatiently pulled her out the door by her wrist.
They stood in the rather spacious and expensive looking lift; Hermione's nerves had clamed some but every little. She watched as they passed each floor with growing excitement, 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, and finally L. The lift came to a soft stop and made a small ding, the doors slowly opened, she took a deep breath and walked out in to the lobby.
~
Harry was leaning against his Porsche that was parked outside the front entrance to the swanky London flat building, looking at his shoes, which seemed to have become very interesting. Luckily for him it was in a very quiet area. He looked up abruptly as he heard it, a soft sweet voice that masked the inner strength and will power of Hermione Granger. The doorman had opened the door for her and she had stopped to have idle chitchat with him. He watched her smile and nod and answer. He watched her turn and her eyes fall on him, she gave him a smile and waved. He felt his stomach do flip-flops and his face grow hot.
He didn't have long to blush as his mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide. She looked gorgeous, she was wearing a silk chiffon strapless dress that was a light pastel yellow at the top then faded in to white as it went down the hem, a light pastel yellow ribbon was tided under the bosom in a limp bow as the longer pieces fell down almost to the hem fading in to white. The hem went down a quarter down her knee; the dress seemed made for her it hugged her in all the right places. On her feet were opened toed high heels, and a sparkling pair of earrings. Her hair was flowing down her back in beautiful dark chocolate curls; her make up was just a little shimmer over her eyes and some lip-gloss. But no make up, no dress, no pair of shoes could create the way she glowed with radiance, it was hers and hers alone.
She blushed and giggled at his reaction at this Harry realized how stupid he must look. His face grew hot as he blushed and again looked down at his feet in embarrassment. He only looked up when the sound of two pairs of high heels had come closer and closer stopping in front of him. When he looked up Hermione was smiling at him blushing slightly and Alexandria Kensington was standing next to her smiling like she had caught him doing something.
"H-Hi." He breathed barely above a whisper.
"Hi."
"You look...absolutely gorgeous, Hermione." He said taking another look at her from her toes to her eyes.
"Thanks you look great." She couldn't help it but she was staring. HE had that kind of effortless good looks. He just wore a dark green shirt the cuffs, top button, and collar unbuttoned. He also wore just plain black pants and shiny expensive looking black shoes. His hair as usual was untidy but this appealed to Hermione.
"Thanks." He said softly when Dria rather loudly cleared her throat and smoother her outfit.
"Oh Miss Kensington you look smashing even better then I imagined, I'm honored to meet you." He said charmingly, she smiled and him and nodded in acknowledgement. "We best be going." The two girls nodded as Harry opened the door so Dria and then Hermione (who sat In the front) could get in. He then walked around the front of the car.
Dria leaned forward and whispered in Hermione's ear "He's not with out charm I'll give him that." She smiled slightly deviously and leaned back as Harry sat down and closed his door. He looked from Dria to Hermione wondering what they had discussed but dismissed it as he revved the engine and with a little too much speed drove off. Hermione gave a little yelp she had always hated fast cars especially riding in them.
Harry noticed her fear "Don't worry, I'm a very skilled driver." Hermione nodded mutely her eyes fixed on the rode before them. Dria seemed to be having a grand time. She had taken off the creamy white transparent scarf she'd tied around her neck and was holding it up in the air, both arms raised as she yelled ' Woo Whoo '
After they were outside London Hermione loosened up as she watched the beautiful English countryside passed by. Soon a large Tudor manor came in to view, it was in the centered of well cared for grounds, with high black fences, a black gate with guards outside it, and a long drive way leading right up to the large front doors of Godric's Hollow.
(A/N: Godric's Hollow is the name of the manor, sorry if I forgot to mention it.)
He stopped the car right in front of the steps up to the doors, he then got out and opened the car door for Hermione and Dria. They stepped out gracefully and gazed up at 'Godric's hollow' it was about 3 stories high not including the wine cellar, cellar, and attic.
Harry walked them up the couple steps and stopped at the front doors, he leaned against them and was about to say something when the was flung open from behind him, and he fell with a thud.
"`Arry that you?" said a tall red head with many freckles, and bright aqua eyes that seemed to be scanning the area for Harry. The red heads eyes landed on Dria and Hermione traveling back and forth between the two. He gave their figures and apparel a once over glance then gave them a skeptical look.
"Welcome to Godric's Hollow, I'm Ronal Weasley." He bowed quickly, behind him Harry scrambled to his feet scarlet in the face.
"Ah there you are Harry!"
"Here I am."
"Lets go inside shall we?" suggested Ron who extended his arm to indicate this way. He walked inside followed by Dria. Harry had his head down, his face still red, as he stood against the open door. Hermione stopped in front of him, he looked up slowly still embarrassed.
"Don't worry happens to me all the time." She whispered giving him a friendly smile and a wink.
"Really?" he asked
"No, I usually just slip and fall on my face." She smiled at him and he returned the smile fully.
In the foyer Dria and Ron seemed to be having a star off. He had his arms crossed with a look of stubbornness on his face. Dria on the other hand was sitting low in a chair her arms resting on the arm rests, a cocky smirk on her face, and a glint in her eyes.
"So Ronald," she put emphasis on Ronald
"It's Ron." He said his voice dead pan.
"Right, Ron got It." She gave him a thumbs up, although this was purely sarcastic.
"So RON, what's shakin"
"what?"
"You lot got any booze around here, I'm a little bit parched." She rubbed her throat as she examined the rooms furnishings.
"No we do not, at least not in the foyer." He stood up quickly
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Ronikins it's just a innocent question." She sneered
"It's RON!" he practically shouted his face was reddening as he gave Dria a quick glare.
"ha, ha, ha you forgot the 'ickle'," chuckled Harry as he and Hermione entered the foyer
"I don't think its funny." Glowered Ron.
"Well that's you." Chimed in Dria.
Harry and Hermione went to sit down on the couch while, Dria and Ron sat on opposite sides parallel to each other. They seemed engrossed in a stare off, Ron with a defiant look on his face and Dria was sitting leisurely in her chair still smirking cockily. Harry and Hermione however were talking animatedly with Dria chiming in every so often.
"Dinner is served." Announced a old man in a suit.
"Thank God I'm starving!" Dria and Ron said in unison as the made for the intimate dining room. Harry and Hermione laughed and walked leisurely to the intimate dining room.
"A/N: Intimate dining room: smaller dining room used for smaller occasions not like the much larger one that will appear later.)
The chefs had prepared a wide array of foods for the to eat. Filet mignons, lobster, exotic salads, turkey, and much more. They were served drinks, Dria had a 'cosomo', Ron had a scotch on the rocks, Harry had a soda and rum and Hermione had a martini. As the dinner progressed Ron got a better chance to talk to Hermione. Although they did quarrel some they genuinely liked each other. If only it was that easy with Dria, she sneered at him every chance she got and never missed a chance to make Ron look stupid. Harry found this amusing for to ways one it was funny to watch Ron get mad and two she reminded him of some one her knew, and that person had the same effect on Ron.
The end of the night came all to quickly for Hermione, be fore she knew it she was back in front of her apartment building standing with Harry. Dria had gone in to check her mail leaving them alone.
"Thanks a lot Harry I had a great time."
"No the pleasure was mine."
She smiled at him "Good night Harry."
"Good night Hermione." At this she began walking towards the glass doors when Harry called her name. She turned around he had come running up to her.
"Hermione would you like to accompany me to Virginia Weasley's celebration ball?" he asked, his eyes filled with anxiety.
She smiled up at him "I would love to." Hermione said softly she stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. She turned and walked through the open glass door, she looked back smiling at him, her cheeks a bright pink.
His hand lazily went to the spot were she kissed him and he beamed. 'This was going to work out' he thought, 'it just has too.' And he walked back to his Porsche still beaming, a spring in his step.
To be continued....
A/N: Phew finally sorry if I drew that out a little to long. I know I spent a huge paragraph on what Hermione looked like and what she was wearing but I had such a perfect vision In my head I just wanted to get it right. Now I know ya'll are itching for Draco to show up trust me he will soon! And just to clear something up Dria is in no way related to the Malfoy's.
"Dria!" called Hermione as she looked at herself uncertainly in the mirror.
"Yes?" came Dria's voice from the hallway. After a short knock the door opened and she entered. She was wearing a flowing silk off white skirt that went half way down her knee with a matching strapless chiffon top that had wavy ruffles and a thick strap of black across the top, and off white open toe high heal pumps. Her hair was up in a simple bun her choppy bangs hung in her face, a soft white shimmer was present on her eye lids, and a clear pink lip gloss for her make up.
"Wow...Dria you look beautiful!" gasped Hermione. This didn't help her growing insecurities.
"Are you positive I look alright?" asked Hermione looking back in to the mirror nervously. Dria smiled she felt like a mom on prom night helping her daughter for what was a rather important event.
"For the 12 millionth time Hermione you look gorgeous!" Dria beamed at her, Hermione smiled back timidly she didn't feel gorgeous.
"I'm home!" shouted Avery's familiar voice. Dria and Hermione quickly ran out of her room forgetting that they were dressed up. At the sight of them Avery had to double take. For a couple of reasons one, she was surprised Dria was dressed very tastefully, secondly and mostly because of Hermione. She had always thought Hermione to be stunning but the way she looked tonight was just astounding.
"H-Her-Hermione! My God!" Avery said, flabbergasted.
Hermione rounded on Dria "I told you I look horrid!"
"No, no Hermione. You look gorgeous absolutely gorgeous." Said Avery beaming at her.
Hermione was about to thank her when the little speaker by the door interrupted by the Concierge's voice.
"Miss Granger, Miss Kensington you have a visitor." Dria gave Avery and Hermione a smile then walked through the living room over to the box.
"Who is it?" she asked coyly, she gave Hermione and Avery a wink as they watched in amusement.
"Well to be perfectly honest Miss Kensington, it's Prince Harry." He said as if he didn't really believe it himself.
"What you playing at?"
"It is indeed Miss, Prince Harry."
"Bloody Hell," she said rather comically "Tell his highness we'll be down shortly." She took her finger off the little red button and smiled at Hermione then Avery. Hermione almost reluctantly left her coat due to Dria's convincing her that it was 'to warm' as it being the middle of May. Avery gave her a reassuring hug and smile as Dria rather impatiently pulled her out the door by her wrist.
They stood in the rather spacious and expensive looking lift; Hermione's nerves had clamed some but every little. She watched as they passed each floor with growing excitement, 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, and finally L. The lift came to a soft stop and made a small ding, the doors slowly opened, she took a deep breath and walked out in to the lobby.
~
Harry was leaning against his Porsche that was parked outside the front entrance to the swanky London flat building, looking at his shoes, which seemed to have become very interesting. Luckily for him it was in a very quiet area. He looked up abruptly as he heard it, a soft sweet voice that masked the inner strength and will power of Hermione Granger. The doorman had opened the door for her and she had stopped to have idle chitchat with him. He watched her smile and nod and answer. He watched her turn and her eyes fall on him, she gave him a smile and waved. He felt his stomach do flip-flops and his face grow hot.
He didn't have long to blush as his mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide. She looked gorgeous, she was wearing a silk chiffon strapless dress that was a light pastel yellow at the top then faded in to white as it went down the hem, a light pastel yellow ribbon was tided under the bosom in a limp bow as the longer pieces fell down almost to the hem fading in to white. The hem went down a quarter down her knee; the dress seemed made for her it hugged her in all the right places. On her feet were opened toed high heels, and a sparkling pair of earrings. Her hair was flowing down her back in beautiful dark chocolate curls; her make up was just a little shimmer over her eyes and some lip-gloss. But no make up, no dress, no pair of shoes could create the way she glowed with radiance, it was hers and hers alone.
She blushed and giggled at his reaction at this Harry realized how stupid he must look. His face grew hot as he blushed and again looked down at his feet in embarrassment. He only looked up when the sound of two pairs of high heels had come closer and closer stopping in front of him. When he looked up Hermione was smiling at him blushing slightly and Alexandria Kensington was standing next to her smiling like she had caught him doing something.
"H-Hi." He breathed barely above a whisper.
"Hi."
"You look...absolutely gorgeous, Hermione." He said taking another look at her from her toes to her eyes.
"Thanks you look great." She couldn't help it but she was staring. HE had that kind of effortless good looks. He just wore a dark green shirt the cuffs, top button, and collar unbuttoned. He also wore just plain black pants and shiny expensive looking black shoes. His hair as usual was untidy but this appealed to Hermione.
"Thanks." He said softly when Dria rather loudly cleared her throat and smoother her outfit.
"Oh Miss Kensington you look smashing even better then I imagined, I'm honored to meet you." He said charmingly, she smiled and him and nodded in acknowledgement. "We best be going." The two girls nodded as Harry opened the door so Dria and then Hermione (who sat In the front) could get in. He then walked around the front of the car.
Dria leaned forward and whispered in Hermione's ear "He's not with out charm I'll give him that." She smiled slightly deviously and leaned back as Harry sat down and closed his door. He looked from Dria to Hermione wondering what they had discussed but dismissed it as he revved the engine and with a little too much speed drove off. Hermione gave a little yelp she had always hated fast cars especially riding in them.
Harry noticed her fear "Don't worry, I'm a very skilled driver." Hermione nodded mutely her eyes fixed on the rode before them. Dria seemed to be having a grand time. She had taken off the creamy white transparent scarf she'd tied around her neck and was holding it up in the air, both arms raised as she yelled ' Woo Whoo '
After they were outside London Hermione loosened up as she watched the beautiful English countryside passed by. Soon a large Tudor manor came in to view, it was in the centered of well cared for grounds, with high black fences, a black gate with guards outside it, and a long drive way leading right up to the large front doors of Godric's Hollow.
(A/N: Godric's Hollow is the name of the manor, sorry if I forgot to mention it.)
He stopped the car right in front of the steps up to the doors, he then got out and opened the car door for Hermione and Dria. They stepped out gracefully and gazed up at 'Godric's hollow' it was about 3 stories high not including the wine cellar, cellar, and attic.
Harry walked them up the couple steps and stopped at the front doors, he leaned against them and was about to say something when the was flung open from behind him, and he fell with a thud.
"`Arry that you?" said a tall red head with many freckles, and bright aqua eyes that seemed to be scanning the area for Harry. The red heads eyes landed on Dria and Hermione traveling back and forth between the two. He gave their figures and apparel a once over glance then gave them a skeptical look.
"Welcome to Godric's Hollow, I'm Ronal Weasley." He bowed quickly, behind him Harry scrambled to his feet scarlet in the face.
"Ah there you are Harry!"
"Here I am."
"Lets go inside shall we?" suggested Ron who extended his arm to indicate this way. He walked inside followed by Dria. Harry had his head down, his face still red, as he stood against the open door. Hermione stopped in front of him, he looked up slowly still embarrassed.
"Don't worry happens to me all the time." She whispered giving him a friendly smile and a wink.
"Really?" he asked
"No, I usually just slip and fall on my face." She smiled at him and he returned the smile fully.
In the foyer Dria and Ron seemed to be having a star off. He had his arms crossed with a look of stubbornness on his face. Dria on the other hand was sitting low in a chair her arms resting on the arm rests, a cocky smirk on her face, and a glint in her eyes.
"So Ronald," she put emphasis on Ronald
"It's Ron." He said his voice dead pan.
"Right, Ron got It." She gave him a thumbs up, although this was purely sarcastic.
"So RON, what's shakin"
"what?"
"You lot got any booze around here, I'm a little bit parched." She rubbed her throat as she examined the rooms furnishings.
"No we do not, at least not in the foyer." He stood up quickly
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Ronikins it's just a innocent question." She sneered
"It's RON!" he practically shouted his face was reddening as he gave Dria a quick glare.
"ha, ha, ha you forgot the 'ickle'," chuckled Harry as he and Hermione entered the foyer
"I don't think its funny." Glowered Ron.
"Well that's you." Chimed in Dria.
Harry and Hermione went to sit down on the couch while, Dria and Ron sat on opposite sides parallel to each other. They seemed engrossed in a stare off, Ron with a defiant look on his face and Dria was sitting leisurely in her chair still smirking cockily. Harry and Hermione however were talking animatedly with Dria chiming in every so often.
"Dinner is served." Announced a old man in a suit.
"Thank God I'm starving!" Dria and Ron said in unison as the made for the intimate dining room. Harry and Hermione laughed and walked leisurely to the intimate dining room.
"A/N: Intimate dining room: smaller dining room used for smaller occasions not like the much larger one that will appear later.)
The chefs had prepared a wide array of foods for the to eat. Filet mignons, lobster, exotic salads, turkey, and much more. They were served drinks, Dria had a 'cosomo', Ron had a scotch on the rocks, Harry had a soda and rum and Hermione had a martini. As the dinner progressed Ron got a better chance to talk to Hermione. Although they did quarrel some they genuinely liked each other. If only it was that easy with Dria, she sneered at him every chance she got and never missed a chance to make Ron look stupid. Harry found this amusing for to ways one it was funny to watch Ron get mad and two she reminded him of some one her knew, and that person had the same effect on Ron.
The end of the night came all to quickly for Hermione, be fore she knew it she was back in front of her apartment building standing with Harry. Dria had gone in to check her mail leaving them alone.
"Thanks a lot Harry I had a great time."
"No the pleasure was mine."
She smiled at him "Good night Harry."
"Good night Hermione." At this she began walking towards the glass doors when Harry called her name. She turned around he had come running up to her.
"Hermione would you like to accompany me to Virginia Weasley's celebration ball?" he asked, his eyes filled with anxiety.
She smiled up at him "I would love to." Hermione said softly she stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. She turned and walked through the open glass door, she looked back smiling at him, her cheeks a bright pink.
His hand lazily went to the spot were she kissed him and he beamed. 'This was going to work out' he thought, 'it just has too.' And he walked back to his Porsche still beaming, a spring in his step.
To be continued....
A/N: Phew finally sorry if I drew that out a little to long. I know I spent a huge paragraph on what Hermione looked like and what she was wearing but I had such a perfect vision In my head I just wanted to get it right. Now I know ya'll are itching for Draco to show up trust me he will soon! And just to clear something up Dria is in no way related to the Malfoy's.