Chapter 14
A/N: Thanks for the positive response. I wasn't to happy with the last chapter but I before I started on this one I was bursting with ideas about our favorite couples he, he! Enjoy the chapter, keep the reviews coming!
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It was beautiful day. The sun was high in the pale blue-sky not a cloud in sight. The bright ocean blue waters glistened like sapphires, they stretched for what seemed forever it was one of the most beautiful things Dria had ever seen. She stood on the deck of the yacht in a black string bikini, over that was a long flowing black totally beaded, like 200 black bead necklaces sown together to create an intricate pattern. Though it hardly suited its purpose to cover up its wearer this didn't seem to bother Dria. She wore black strapy stiletto heels, black Jackie O. sunglasses her long bright blond hair blowing in the ocean breeze.
After thoroughly taking in the beauty of the ocean surrounding them she walked a bit to bow the yacht, her heels clicking on the hard wood deck. Her eyes quickly fell on Draco Malfoy. He was lying on a very soft looking black lounge chair that along with the others seemed to be built in to the deck of the yacht. His pale skin was still, well pale, his slicked back platinum blond hair shining in the sunlight. He seemed to be daydreaming his eyes closed, or he was already drunk seeing as there were 3 empty martini classes.
She sat down beside him jogging him from his lazy slumber. "Good Morning." He said lazily opening his eyes slightly.
"More like good afternoon." She said, "How many of these have you had?" she picked up an empty martini class holding it in close proximity to his face. He squinted at it contemplatives look on his face.
"Um, I dun know 4, maybe 5."
"Oh that's just right perfect, now you're going to be all barmy the rest of the day!" she put the class pack forcefully standing up, walking away quickly.
"Baby! Wait I'm sorry!" He got up a wave of dizziness sweeping over him. As he tried to follow her, his footing was uneven and clumsy.
Dria turned around her sunglasses off now her eyes flashing dangerously "Your so battered it's not even funny!"
Before Draco could answer however he ran to the side of the boat, vomiting noises following soon after.
"See! Can't even hold your liquor!" she snapped her arms crossed over her chest.
He looked up green in the face "It's...not the liquor I'm allergic to olives." Before her could say more he had thrown up again. Despite her initial anger, she couldn't help the urge to go over to him and take care of her now very sick boyfriend. After his vomiting had seemed to stop she took him in to the cabin with the help of the staff. He lied in bed for hours, sleeping restlessly, his temperature high, all the while she tended to him never leaving his side.
London
Avery Kensington walked down a London street. She was wearing a light blue Chanel pleated tweed skirt the stopped just above her knees and matching pea coat, with light blue Jackie O. sunglasses she'd nicked from Dria. Her long silky black hair was down, here light blue high heels clicking on the sidewalk. She stepped off the curb to hail a cab, almost immediately afterwards her mobile phone rang. Avery turned Her attention to her purse, which was where the ringing was originating. Digging through her purse she didn't even notice a cab coming speeding towards her.
"LOOK OUT!" yelled a familiar; she whipped around only in time to see the extremely close Cab until someone tackled her to the ground on to the safe sidewalk. When She opened her eyes she wasn't dead, but very much alive and screaming. Only when someone put their finger over her mouth was she silenced looking at the person as if just noticing them. It was Ron; his bright aqua eyes were alight with concern and kindness.
"R-Ron?" she stuttered still thoroughly shaken up.
He smiled sweetly helping her up. Avery was shaking her entire body was shivering, Ron wrapped his arm around her to steady her and although he didn't realize it at the time his arm around her made her feel warm inside and safe.
People had been standing watching the scene and had crowded around them. Ron seemed to find a way through the crowd safely and in to a small secluded café. The café had a warm, homey welcoming feeling. There were many squishy armchairs and couches. He brought her a bottle of water and sat in a comfy chair across from her drinking what looked like straight black coffee.
"Are you all right?" he asked, this made her jump a little he hadn't spoken the whole time.
"Yeah, I think so."
"When I saw the taxi coming towards you my heart stopped," he looked away "I'm glad I got to you in time." He looked her in the eyes; brilliant sky blue met bright aqua.
6:00
Hermione was so nervous the rest of the after she'd received the flowers from Harry. She had just gotten in to her flat, when her phone rang. She crossed the room quickly picking up the receiver
"Yes?" Hermione answered.
"What?!" She exclaimed.
"You must be joking that can't be tonight!" she broke off letting the other person speak for a while.
She sighed defeated "All right I'll be there." And hung up the receiver. Her face was stricken with forlorn. She walked in to her room to prepare for her nights events.
Outside lying on the sidewalk is a article from that days newspaper it read as follows:
The Scarlet Duchess
A few nights ago at a prestigious Fencing tournament the Scarlet Duchess stole the championship dodging and lunging with ease. This woman whoever she may be, we may never know for sure, is truly gifted. The grace in which she moves is astounding taking out her opponents one by one like flies, perhaps that's why she is called the Scarlet Duchess, or perhaps it is her fencing garments, but in my opinion it is her deadly grace, intelligence and sword play that makes her so dangerous to her competitors.
"Harry?"
"Oh Ms. Granger I'm sorry but his highness has left for the evening."
"No thank you." And she hung up her mobile.
She was standing outside of some locker room doors and reluctantly walked through them.
"Welcome one and all to the European fencing championships!" Said a booming voice, "We have a new challenger this evening, challenging none other then the Scarlet Duchess!" Hermione emerged from a dark hallway in all black fencing uniform. Her face was totally invisible behind the wire protection of the helmet. But her uniform hugged her body perfectly making her look very sexy. Her dark hair hung in a ponytail from the back of her helmet. Her beautiful shiny rapier gleamed in her hand, it had been custom made for her as a gift. It was lightweight in her hand, and moved wither as if part of her arm it self.
"Now entering the arena is her opponent!" Across the area a man, in pure white fencing uniform emerged from the dark of the hallway. He too was wearing his mask. He walked on to the mat in the center of the large room with a confident air about him. Hermione stood across from him on the mat, her rapier raised to her mask in salute, her opponent followed suit. After saluting they got in to the on guard position.
Soon the arena was filled with the clinking of swords, the two figures a blur of speed and alacrity. Hermione gracefully evaded his lunges ad attempts to strike her with ease although he was far more advanced then her other opponents.
After quite sometime and no one had won it had gone up until midnight still only Hermione had scored twice the judges called ended the match declaring her the victor. They once again faced each other In the middle of the mat. Hermione removed her mask and extended her hand. It seemed as if in slow motion, slowly he removed his helmet, revealing messy black hair, emerald eyes and a handsome white smile, it was Harry.
The crowd gasped along with Hermione her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT SEEMS OUR MYSTERY COMPETITOR IS NONE OTHERTHEN THE PRINCE HARRY OF ENGLAND!!!!" Shouted the commentator.
"Hello Hermione," he said his eyes glittering.
"H-Harry? How?" she stuttered.
"It's not that hard to find out you know." He paused then continued, "I just want to know why you hadn't told me you still competed?"
Her eyes were wide, as cameras flashed but they seemed so distant "I- I Harry, I'm sorry."
"It's alright lets just leave all right?" He put his arm around her and they walked off down one of the dark halls. Hermione was silent, still shocked at what had just happened.
TO be continued
A/N; here your are sorry I held off on the h/hr till the end I was just on a roll w/ Dria and Draco. Lol review Review Review!
A/N: Thanks for the positive response. I wasn't to happy with the last chapter but I before I started on this one I was bursting with ideas about our favorite couples he, he! Enjoy the chapter, keep the reviews coming!
For updates on chapters, plots, characters and such or want to post some additional comments check out my live journal Clicky.
It was beautiful day. The sun was high in the pale blue-sky not a cloud in sight. The bright ocean blue waters glistened like sapphires, they stretched for what seemed forever it was one of the most beautiful things Dria had ever seen. She stood on the deck of the yacht in a black string bikini, over that was a long flowing black totally beaded, like 200 black bead necklaces sown together to create an intricate pattern. Though it hardly suited its purpose to cover up its wearer this didn't seem to bother Dria. She wore black strapy stiletto heels, black Jackie O. sunglasses her long bright blond hair blowing in the ocean breeze.
After thoroughly taking in the beauty of the ocean surrounding them she walked a bit to bow the yacht, her heels clicking on the hard wood deck. Her eyes quickly fell on Draco Malfoy. He was lying on a very soft looking black lounge chair that along with the others seemed to be built in to the deck of the yacht. His pale skin was still, well pale, his slicked back platinum blond hair shining in the sunlight. He seemed to be daydreaming his eyes closed, or he was already drunk seeing as there were 3 empty martini classes.
She sat down beside him jogging him from his lazy slumber. "Good Morning." He said lazily opening his eyes slightly.
"More like good afternoon." She said, "How many of these have you had?" she picked up an empty martini class holding it in close proximity to his face. He squinted at it contemplatives look on his face.
"Um, I dun know 4, maybe 5."
"Oh that's just right perfect, now you're going to be all barmy the rest of the day!" she put the class pack forcefully standing up, walking away quickly.
"Baby! Wait I'm sorry!" He got up a wave of dizziness sweeping over him. As he tried to follow her, his footing was uneven and clumsy.
Dria turned around her sunglasses off now her eyes flashing dangerously "Your so battered it's not even funny!"
Before Draco could answer however he ran to the side of the boat, vomiting noises following soon after.
"See! Can't even hold your liquor!" she snapped her arms crossed over her chest.
He looked up green in the face "It's...not the liquor I'm allergic to olives." Before her could say more he had thrown up again. Despite her initial anger, she couldn't help the urge to go over to him and take care of her now very sick boyfriend. After his vomiting had seemed to stop she took him in to the cabin with the help of the staff. He lied in bed for hours, sleeping restlessly, his temperature high, all the while she tended to him never leaving his side.
London
Avery Kensington walked down a London street. She was wearing a light blue Chanel pleated tweed skirt the stopped just above her knees and matching pea coat, with light blue Jackie O. sunglasses she'd nicked from Dria. Her long silky black hair was down, here light blue high heels clicking on the sidewalk. She stepped off the curb to hail a cab, almost immediately afterwards her mobile phone rang. Avery turned Her attention to her purse, which was where the ringing was originating. Digging through her purse she didn't even notice a cab coming speeding towards her.
"LOOK OUT!" yelled a familiar; she whipped around only in time to see the extremely close Cab until someone tackled her to the ground on to the safe sidewalk. When She opened her eyes she wasn't dead, but very much alive and screaming. Only when someone put their finger over her mouth was she silenced looking at the person as if just noticing them. It was Ron; his bright aqua eyes were alight with concern and kindness.
"R-Ron?" she stuttered still thoroughly shaken up.
He smiled sweetly helping her up. Avery was shaking her entire body was shivering, Ron wrapped his arm around her to steady her and although he didn't realize it at the time his arm around her made her feel warm inside and safe.
People had been standing watching the scene and had crowded around them. Ron seemed to find a way through the crowd safely and in to a small secluded café. The café had a warm, homey welcoming feeling. There were many squishy armchairs and couches. He brought her a bottle of water and sat in a comfy chair across from her drinking what looked like straight black coffee.
"Are you all right?" he asked, this made her jump a little he hadn't spoken the whole time.
"Yeah, I think so."
"When I saw the taxi coming towards you my heart stopped," he looked away "I'm glad I got to you in time." He looked her in the eyes; brilliant sky blue met bright aqua.
6:00
Hermione was so nervous the rest of the after she'd received the flowers from Harry. She had just gotten in to her flat, when her phone rang. She crossed the room quickly picking up the receiver
"Yes?" Hermione answered.
"What?!" She exclaimed.
"You must be joking that can't be tonight!" she broke off letting the other person speak for a while.
She sighed defeated "All right I'll be there." And hung up the receiver. Her face was stricken with forlorn. She walked in to her room to prepare for her nights events.
Outside lying on the sidewalk is a article from that days newspaper it read as follows:
The Scarlet Duchess
A few nights ago at a prestigious Fencing tournament the Scarlet Duchess stole the championship dodging and lunging with ease. This woman whoever she may be, we may never know for sure, is truly gifted. The grace in which she moves is astounding taking out her opponents one by one like flies, perhaps that's why she is called the Scarlet Duchess, or perhaps it is her fencing garments, but in my opinion it is her deadly grace, intelligence and sword play that makes her so dangerous to her competitors.
"Harry?"
"Oh Ms. Granger I'm sorry but his highness has left for the evening."
"No thank you." And she hung up her mobile.
She was standing outside of some locker room doors and reluctantly walked through them.
"Welcome one and all to the European fencing championships!" Said a booming voice, "We have a new challenger this evening, challenging none other then the Scarlet Duchess!" Hermione emerged from a dark hallway in all black fencing uniform. Her face was totally invisible behind the wire protection of the helmet. But her uniform hugged her body perfectly making her look very sexy. Her dark hair hung in a ponytail from the back of her helmet. Her beautiful shiny rapier gleamed in her hand, it had been custom made for her as a gift. It was lightweight in her hand, and moved wither as if part of her arm it self.
"Now entering the arena is her opponent!" Across the area a man, in pure white fencing uniform emerged from the dark of the hallway. He too was wearing his mask. He walked on to the mat in the center of the large room with a confident air about him. Hermione stood across from him on the mat, her rapier raised to her mask in salute, her opponent followed suit. After saluting they got in to the on guard position.
Soon the arena was filled with the clinking of swords, the two figures a blur of speed and alacrity. Hermione gracefully evaded his lunges ad attempts to strike her with ease although he was far more advanced then her other opponents.
After quite sometime and no one had won it had gone up until midnight still only Hermione had scored twice the judges called ended the match declaring her the victor. They once again faced each other In the middle of the mat. Hermione removed her mask and extended her hand. It seemed as if in slow motion, slowly he removed his helmet, revealing messy black hair, emerald eyes and a handsome white smile, it was Harry.
The crowd gasped along with Hermione her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT SEEMS OUR MYSTERY COMPETITOR IS NONE OTHERTHEN THE PRINCE HARRY OF ENGLAND!!!!" Shouted the commentator.
"Hello Hermione," he said his eyes glittering.
"H-Harry? How?" she stuttered.
"It's not that hard to find out you know." He paused then continued, "I just want to know why you hadn't told me you still competed?"
Her eyes were wide, as cameras flashed but they seemed so distant "I- I Harry, I'm sorry."
"It's alright lets just leave all right?" He put his arm around her and they walked off down one of the dark halls. Hermione was silent, still shocked at what had just happened.
TO be continued
A/N; here your are sorry I held off on the h/hr till the end I was just on a roll w/ Dria and Draco. Lol review Review Review!