Chapter 8
A/N: Just wanted to thank my reviewers for being so supportive! Ya'll are great!
Dria was standing in the lobby and watched Harry and Hermione part then him coming running up her and finally her kissing him on the cheek. She seemed so happy, like she was on could nine. Dria was happy for her she couldn't be happier for her but seeing Hermione and Harry made her wonder where was her prince charming. No boy had ever made her feel or glow like Hermione did when she saw, thought of, or was with Harry.
It was 11:30 when they were back in the apartment. Avery was at dinner with Marcus and usually wasn't home till later. Hermione floated in to her room and Dria sulked in to hers. When Hermione floated out again Dria's coat was gone her bedroom door open. A small note was scribbled on in Dria's pretty penmanship ' Out.' Hermione frowned that was very unusual of her. When Dria went out clubbing she usually announced it, ' I'M GOING OUT!'
She just dismissed it as nothing and went to bed she still had work tomorrow.
~
"Welcome, Miss Kensington." Said a bouncer outside the VIP lounge at Shock & Awe a new club. It was small room crowded with people. Her 'friends' stopped her as she made her way through the crowd she quickly but politely left them and took a stool at the bar. The bartender put a pink Cosmo in front of her as was her usual.
"How pathetic, I go out so often the bartender knows my usual." She said her voice dripping with growing distain of herself.
"No what's pathetic is that he has the time on his hands to memorize your favorite drink." Drawled a voice to her right. She turned to see who it was. What she saw was a boy her age, with platinum blond hair that was slicked back, he had aristocratic good looks that suited his pale skin, and unbelievably gray eyes. He was in all black, which totally contrasted his pale good looks and platinum blond hair, but it worked wonderfully on him, like a fallen angel. He was facing the bar, a sexy smirk on his face as he gazed at her out of the corner of his eye.
She fought the urge to laugh but it was funny, she glanced at him he was still smirking at her, which she usually found annoying, cocky men. But something was different some little voice in the back of her head urged her to talk to him. But the rest of her so wanted to try and get away from her 'man of the week' relationships.
"Right then," he stood up drink in hand. "Well you aren't one of the most photographed people in Britain for your civility now are you?"
Dria glared at him, "If looks could kill." He drawled smirking as he took a sip of his drink.
"You shouldn't believe everything you read, Blondie." She sneered draining her Cosmo.
To her surprise he laughed, "I don't actually, from what I've seen you're hardly what I expected."
"Sorry to disappoint you no table dancing tonight."
"Damn but that's hardly what I meant." He said, now she was intrigued.
"And what pray tell did you mean?" she inquired her eyebrows raised.
"I meant the only that those papers got right is that your quite beautiful." His cheeks blushed ever so slightly he hoped she didn't notice, but being as observant, as she is Dria notice. A cat like grin spread across her face her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"What?"
"You, Blondie-"
"I prefer Draco, thanks."
"As I was saying you BLONDIE are cocky, I hate cocky men." At this Draco looked crest fallen.
"But, our the only boy I've ever met whose had no preconceived notions about me, and for that I'll let you buy me a drink."
"Really, well I'm honored!" he did a very fancy bow (with out spilling his drink) then sat back down at his stool.
"You should be." She winked as he ordered her another Cosmo and himself a martini.
"Cheers." He said. Their eyes locked, steel gray, and ice blue- gray. As there glasses chinked and then took sips they never once broke eye contact.
~
A few hours later Dria and Draco were still sitting at the bar, more drunk, but happier then before. She'd gone though numerous drinks while Draco had water most of the time. It's when she started getting ridiculous that he suggested that they best be going.
She was very giggly the whole way out not to mention she couldn't want very straight, after a minute of this Draco put his arm around her back to support her. He hailed taxi while she tried to braid his hair; she rather clumsily slid in the back of the Taxi Draco after her.
"Blondie?"
"Mhmm?"
"Why are you doing this?" she asked vaguely, her head leaning on his shoulder her legs draped over his.
"Doing what?"
"Being nice, being a gentleman, why?"
"Because I want to, not all men are evil."
"Most are." She thought of bad memories.
"Well I'll just have to fix that." He grinned at her and winked. She smiled and closed her eyes succumbing to sleep. This however didn't make it any easier for Draco to get up to her flat. He scooped her up kicked the door shut (He'd already paid the driver), then walked through the glass doors nodding at the doorman as he looked from Draco to Dria who was now fast asleep in his arms and little pool of drool appearing were her head rested on Draco's chest. He asked the concierge for her flat number and floor. But when he got there he stopped dead in his tracks. Off the side by the door was 3 gold plates reading, Miss Avery Kensington, Miss Hermione Granger, Miss Alexandria Halliwell. Hermione Granger that girl from the polo game, ' Oh shit!'
So Draco placed her on the floor against the doorframe and wrote down a little note slipping it in her small purse. He knocked loudly and rang the bell 3 times then made a mad dash for the elevator.
Hermione sat straight up in bed; she'd been woken up by the sound of her door being banged on rather loudly and her bell ringing three times. She walked lazily to the door and opened it to find no one there. She looked up and side to side but the Hall was deserted then when she looked down there sat Dria passed out and obviously drunk. She sighed disappointed kneeling down to her friend and shaking her awake.
"Ugh MY HEAD!" she cringed at the sharp pain in her head.
"Where'd you go?" Asked Hermione helping Dria up and in to the living room.
"Can we talk later Hermione my head kills," she pleaded
"You smell." Stated Hermione dead pan
"W-what!" Dria sputtered.
"You reek of men's cologne."
"Do I?" she sniffed her pink top and giggled, "I do don't I!"
"What happened?" Dria thought on this for a moment as she lay down on the couch.
"I met a guy, he was really nice, charming, funny, witty, and very smart." As Dria thought about him her eyes began to close and sleep for the second time took over. Hermione sighed there was no use in waking her now. She brought out a blanket and draped it over Dria who lay sound asleep on the couch.
Hermione walked back in to her bedroom, got in to her bed and went to sleep dreaming of princes, one in particular.
Unlike her night before the weather Hermione woke up to was a dark, dank and gloomy one. But nothing could spoil her mood, nothing. She'd slept like a baby, and woke up glowing a smile on her face. She skipped over to her stereo on pressed play, turning up the music quite loud. After a quick shower an upbeat song playing on her stereo, she decided to not put on her normal charcoal suit. In stead she chose an off white skirt suit, white high heel pumps, and a simple white tank top on under the blazer. After putting her hair up in a bun she walked briskly out in to the kitchen. Dria was awake and smiling contently, Avery could be heard singing the words to a song by ' The Darkness' in the shower.
"Morning Dria."
"Mornin Glorious, sleep well?"
"Exceptionally!" she said pouring herself some tea. And sitting down next to Dria. Avery came out of the bathroom in a towel drawing their attention.
"I believe in thing called LLLLOOOOVVVVVEEEEE!!!" she sang rather loud and off tune. Hermione and Dria burst out laughing as Aver continued singing in to her room and closing the door.
"What time is it?" asked Dria
"7:15, damn best be going see you at Veronique's? 12:30 as usual?" Hermione asked as she got her brief case and coat.
Dria was about to say yes but then something clicked and she remembered something "Can't I've go a lunch date."
"Ohh with who?"
"Just a interview you know the normal," she lied laughing nervously it was almost impossible to lie to Hermione.
She gave her a penetrating stare but gave up."All right I'll see you later then." She turned eyeing her suspiciously and walked out the door.
Dria let out a sigh of relief she hated lying to Hermione, she didn't know why she did it. After Avery left Dria got a small piece of paper out of her purse, sat by the telephone and nervously dialed the number.
Hermione brushed away her skeptical qualms about Dria and her 'lunch date.' She quickly hailed a taxi and sped of to work, in what seemed like no time the driver had pulled up to her office building she paid him and walked inside. She was preoccupied her mind was elsewhere while her body walked the steps it knew so well. In to the privet lift, through the doors, get the post, and in to her office. She sat down and as if the feeling of the chair beneath her brought her out of the trance. She blinked repeatedly and shook her head, the sparkle returned to her chocolate eyes.
Suddenly her phone rang quickly she picked it up "Hello Hermione Granger, how may I help you?"
"I don't how you tell me?" said the voice on the other end, Harry.
"What no note this time?" She leaned back in to her chair.
"Afraid not," he chuckled, "anyways I was wondering since ah- I mean do you want to join me for lunch?" she could tell he was a bit self- conscious but she didn't get annoyed she found it quite sweet and endearing when it came to Harry.
"I'd love to," she beamed as she said this.
"really?"
"Of course you ninny!" they laughed together momentarily
"I'll come by around, 12?" he asked
"Sounds smashing, I've got to go now," she felt bad for having to go but her clients were already waiting
"Oh alright but Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"It was lovely talking to you."
"Thank you Harry it was lovely talking to you also." He could hear her smiling as she spoke.
"Good bye."
"Good bye." And they somewhat reluctantly hung up the phone.
Hermione watched the minutes pass she was itching to get out of there. Little did she know Harry was passing his study doing just the same as he listened to his Aunt Petunia ramble on and on ( she was on speaker phone ).
Off at Malfoy manor Draco Malfoy was trotting though the large grounds on his horse Charlemagne to distract him from thinking about his lunch date with Alexandria Halliwell.
In her London flat Dria was throwing cloths, shoes and god knows what else around. She was quite frantic about her meeting Draco, he gave her butterflies in her stomach and made her want to look absolutely perfect.
To be continued.........
A/N: What do you think? Dria and Draco? You all were dyeing for a Draco fix so here you go! Now I'm not sure on the Draco/Dria thing and I need our input!
A/N: Just wanted to thank my reviewers for being so supportive! Ya'll are great!
Dria was standing in the lobby and watched Harry and Hermione part then him coming running up her and finally her kissing him on the cheek. She seemed so happy, like she was on could nine. Dria was happy for her she couldn't be happier for her but seeing Hermione and Harry made her wonder where was her prince charming. No boy had ever made her feel or glow like Hermione did when she saw, thought of, or was with Harry.
It was 11:30 when they were back in the apartment. Avery was at dinner with Marcus and usually wasn't home till later. Hermione floated in to her room and Dria sulked in to hers. When Hermione floated out again Dria's coat was gone her bedroom door open. A small note was scribbled on in Dria's pretty penmanship ' Out.' Hermione frowned that was very unusual of her. When Dria went out clubbing she usually announced it, ' I'M GOING OUT!'
She just dismissed it as nothing and went to bed she still had work tomorrow.
~
"Welcome, Miss Kensington." Said a bouncer outside the VIP lounge at Shock & Awe a new club. It was small room crowded with people. Her 'friends' stopped her as she made her way through the crowd she quickly but politely left them and took a stool at the bar. The bartender put a pink Cosmo in front of her as was her usual.
"How pathetic, I go out so often the bartender knows my usual." She said her voice dripping with growing distain of herself.
"No what's pathetic is that he has the time on his hands to memorize your favorite drink." Drawled a voice to her right. She turned to see who it was. What she saw was a boy her age, with platinum blond hair that was slicked back, he had aristocratic good looks that suited his pale skin, and unbelievably gray eyes. He was in all black, which totally contrasted his pale good looks and platinum blond hair, but it worked wonderfully on him, like a fallen angel. He was facing the bar, a sexy smirk on his face as he gazed at her out of the corner of his eye.
She fought the urge to laugh but it was funny, she glanced at him he was still smirking at her, which she usually found annoying, cocky men. But something was different some little voice in the back of her head urged her to talk to him. But the rest of her so wanted to try and get away from her 'man of the week' relationships.
"Right then," he stood up drink in hand. "Well you aren't one of the most photographed people in Britain for your civility now are you?"
Dria glared at him, "If looks could kill." He drawled smirking as he took a sip of his drink.
"You shouldn't believe everything you read, Blondie." She sneered draining her Cosmo.
To her surprise he laughed, "I don't actually, from what I've seen you're hardly what I expected."
"Sorry to disappoint you no table dancing tonight."
"Damn but that's hardly what I meant." He said, now she was intrigued.
"And what pray tell did you mean?" she inquired her eyebrows raised.
"I meant the only that those papers got right is that your quite beautiful." His cheeks blushed ever so slightly he hoped she didn't notice, but being as observant, as she is Dria notice. A cat like grin spread across her face her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"What?"
"You, Blondie-"
"I prefer Draco, thanks."
"As I was saying you BLONDIE are cocky, I hate cocky men." At this Draco looked crest fallen.
"But, our the only boy I've ever met whose had no preconceived notions about me, and for that I'll let you buy me a drink."
"Really, well I'm honored!" he did a very fancy bow (with out spilling his drink) then sat back down at his stool.
"You should be." She winked as he ordered her another Cosmo and himself a martini.
"Cheers." He said. Their eyes locked, steel gray, and ice blue- gray. As there glasses chinked and then took sips they never once broke eye contact.
~
A few hours later Dria and Draco were still sitting at the bar, more drunk, but happier then before. She'd gone though numerous drinks while Draco had water most of the time. It's when she started getting ridiculous that he suggested that they best be going.
She was very giggly the whole way out not to mention she couldn't want very straight, after a minute of this Draco put his arm around her back to support her. He hailed taxi while she tried to braid his hair; she rather clumsily slid in the back of the Taxi Draco after her.
"Blondie?"
"Mhmm?"
"Why are you doing this?" she asked vaguely, her head leaning on his shoulder her legs draped over his.
"Doing what?"
"Being nice, being a gentleman, why?"
"Because I want to, not all men are evil."
"Most are." She thought of bad memories.
"Well I'll just have to fix that." He grinned at her and winked. She smiled and closed her eyes succumbing to sleep. This however didn't make it any easier for Draco to get up to her flat. He scooped her up kicked the door shut (He'd already paid the driver), then walked through the glass doors nodding at the doorman as he looked from Draco to Dria who was now fast asleep in his arms and little pool of drool appearing were her head rested on Draco's chest. He asked the concierge for her flat number and floor. But when he got there he stopped dead in his tracks. Off the side by the door was 3 gold plates reading, Miss Avery Kensington, Miss Hermione Granger, Miss Alexandria Halliwell. Hermione Granger that girl from the polo game, ' Oh shit!'
So Draco placed her on the floor against the doorframe and wrote down a little note slipping it in her small purse. He knocked loudly and rang the bell 3 times then made a mad dash for the elevator.
Hermione sat straight up in bed; she'd been woken up by the sound of her door being banged on rather loudly and her bell ringing three times. She walked lazily to the door and opened it to find no one there. She looked up and side to side but the Hall was deserted then when she looked down there sat Dria passed out and obviously drunk. She sighed disappointed kneeling down to her friend and shaking her awake.
"Ugh MY HEAD!" she cringed at the sharp pain in her head.
"Where'd you go?" Asked Hermione helping Dria up and in to the living room.
"Can we talk later Hermione my head kills," she pleaded
"You smell." Stated Hermione dead pan
"W-what!" Dria sputtered.
"You reek of men's cologne."
"Do I?" she sniffed her pink top and giggled, "I do don't I!"
"What happened?" Dria thought on this for a moment as she lay down on the couch.
"I met a guy, he was really nice, charming, funny, witty, and very smart." As Dria thought about him her eyes began to close and sleep for the second time took over. Hermione sighed there was no use in waking her now. She brought out a blanket and draped it over Dria who lay sound asleep on the couch.
Hermione walked back in to her bedroom, got in to her bed and went to sleep dreaming of princes, one in particular.
Unlike her night before the weather Hermione woke up to was a dark, dank and gloomy one. But nothing could spoil her mood, nothing. She'd slept like a baby, and woke up glowing a smile on her face. She skipped over to her stereo on pressed play, turning up the music quite loud. After a quick shower an upbeat song playing on her stereo, she decided to not put on her normal charcoal suit. In stead she chose an off white skirt suit, white high heel pumps, and a simple white tank top on under the blazer. After putting her hair up in a bun she walked briskly out in to the kitchen. Dria was awake and smiling contently, Avery could be heard singing the words to a song by ' The Darkness' in the shower.
"Morning Dria."
"Mornin Glorious, sleep well?"
"Exceptionally!" she said pouring herself some tea. And sitting down next to Dria. Avery came out of the bathroom in a towel drawing their attention.
"I believe in thing called LLLLOOOOVVVVVEEEEE!!!" she sang rather loud and off tune. Hermione and Dria burst out laughing as Aver continued singing in to her room and closing the door.
"What time is it?" asked Dria
"7:15, damn best be going see you at Veronique's? 12:30 as usual?" Hermione asked as she got her brief case and coat.
Dria was about to say yes but then something clicked and she remembered something "Can't I've go a lunch date."
"Ohh with who?"
"Just a interview you know the normal," she lied laughing nervously it was almost impossible to lie to Hermione.
She gave her a penetrating stare but gave up."All right I'll see you later then." She turned eyeing her suspiciously and walked out the door.
Dria let out a sigh of relief she hated lying to Hermione, she didn't know why she did it. After Avery left Dria got a small piece of paper out of her purse, sat by the telephone and nervously dialed the number.
Hermione brushed away her skeptical qualms about Dria and her 'lunch date.' She quickly hailed a taxi and sped of to work, in what seemed like no time the driver had pulled up to her office building she paid him and walked inside. She was preoccupied her mind was elsewhere while her body walked the steps it knew so well. In to the privet lift, through the doors, get the post, and in to her office. She sat down and as if the feeling of the chair beneath her brought her out of the trance. She blinked repeatedly and shook her head, the sparkle returned to her chocolate eyes.
Suddenly her phone rang quickly she picked it up "Hello Hermione Granger, how may I help you?"
"I don't how you tell me?" said the voice on the other end, Harry.
"What no note this time?" She leaned back in to her chair.
"Afraid not," he chuckled, "anyways I was wondering since ah- I mean do you want to join me for lunch?" she could tell he was a bit self- conscious but she didn't get annoyed she found it quite sweet and endearing when it came to Harry.
"I'd love to," she beamed as she said this.
"really?"
"Of course you ninny!" they laughed together momentarily
"I'll come by around, 12?" he asked
"Sounds smashing, I've got to go now," she felt bad for having to go but her clients were already waiting
"Oh alright but Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"It was lovely talking to you."
"Thank you Harry it was lovely talking to you also." He could hear her smiling as she spoke.
"Good bye."
"Good bye." And they somewhat reluctantly hung up the phone.
Hermione watched the minutes pass she was itching to get out of there. Little did she know Harry was passing his study doing just the same as he listened to his Aunt Petunia ramble on and on ( she was on speaker phone ).
Off at Malfoy manor Draco Malfoy was trotting though the large grounds on his horse Charlemagne to distract him from thinking about his lunch date with Alexandria Halliwell.
In her London flat Dria was throwing cloths, shoes and god knows what else around. She was quite frantic about her meeting Draco, he gave her butterflies in her stomach and made her want to look absolutely perfect.
To be continued.........
A/N: What do you think? Dria and Draco? You all were dyeing for a Draco fix so here you go! Now I'm not sure on the Draco/Dria thing and I need our input!