Chapter 19
"What you waiting for?"
Authors Note: Thanks for wonderful comments, and thank you for saying such nice things about the play and such. It really made my day.
Dria looked like she'd come right out of an old movie from the 60's. Her Jackie-O glasses on, with a white sun hat her sun bleached blond hair up in a neat bun. She was wearing a white floaty sundress and white kitten heel flip-flops. Her lips glistened with a clear lip-gloss, her tanned skin glowing luminously. She'd flown in to a small airport used by those of high stasis and celebrities because it's lack of paparazzi. But ironically a tabloid at a small newsstand almost knocked Dria off her pedicured feet. She snapped up the paper, plastered on the cover was a picture of happy Harry and Hermione ripped down the middle. The headline read in bright red " Britain's golden couple nasty split!"
She didn't need to read anymore, she dropped the filthy tabloid got in to her champagne gold BMW she'd left there previously and sped away towards her flat she missed so much.
Part of her was dreading that first step in to her flat and the other part relished its familiarity. She hadn't been there in two LONG weeks, cut off in San Tropez.
It seemed cleaner to her, probably because she hasn't been around o throw her belongs around (Avery and Hermione were notorious neat freaks.) She kicked off her stilettos dropped her things making a thud that she ignored. She'd gotten back in the middle of the day so most likely her roommates were at work. On the coffee table was a small stack of letters all neatly organized by size. It was her portion of the post that had arrived while she was away. She aimlessly flipped threw the letters and stopped at the larges. It was a large manila envelope addressed to her in the finest calligraphy. She opened it and poured the contents out on the floor. She soon found herself sitting on the floor going through pictures, pictures of her.
They were all black and white with the classic white border. They were the most beautiful pictures of herself she'd ever seen. She glowed of a natural beauty, her vibrant smile drawing you in, those happy effervescent eyes looking back at you with love and affection.
She knew who took them. She knew for a couple reasons. One they were at the beach in she and Draco had gone to where he took many photos of her. Two, her eyes, the only person who she would look at with such love in her life was Draco Malfoy. As much as she tried to fight it she was head over heels in love.
Hermione had a splitting headache. She was out to lunch with Avery, Ron was supposed to meet them but he was running late. It was a disgusting day outside so they decided to stay away from their favorite outside café bistro 'Mums Bistro'. Ron suggested a new exclusive hot restaurant 'Canary Creams' that he had special 'connections' with the chef. The two of them had ordered their drinks Avery pink lemonade while Hermione had a dry martini.
"At 11:30? Starting a little early today?" she said dryly after the waiter had left to get their drinks.
"Shut your gob, I need to take the edge off some how!" she snapped
"Still can't decided?"
"In my mind yes but in my heart no." She looked out the large window that they sat directly adjacent to out in to the dreary London day. She spoke of her trials and tribulations with Harry and Phineas. Phineas had called her repeatedly but she refused to pick up the phone. She knew that if she picked up that phone she'd be tricked in to agreeing to leave Harry forever and run away to Hawaii with him. Harry however seemed to be playing it cool and not badgering her.
Ron soon joined them and like Avery worried about Hermione drinking so early. After they ate Hermione returned to her office to find a bouncing bubble of blond hair. She and Dria embraced like they hadn't seen each other in 30 years. Hermione canceled the rest of her appointments to spend the rest of the day with Dria. She had been counting on them going to a restaurant or cafe but Dria insisted that they do some 'therapeutic shopping'.
Hermione as a girl never liked shopping but then she met Dria and it kind of grew on her but Dria's seemingly never ending budget way of shopping didn't suit her.
Dria had a wonderful way with words se could sell ice to Eskimos, they went through so many stores it made Hermione's head spin and everyone she ended up walking out with bags filled with clothes, accessories and shoes. Over the course of their designer cloths rampage the two girls brought the other up to date on what had happened.
"So just like that?" asked Dria when Hermione finished her story.
"Yeah just like that, hey what about that store?" She said pointing to a insanely expensive looking store.
" Dolce Gabana? No their clothes are shit this season. I can't believe he did that, I mean blimey Phineas Brinks, he's a catch." She paused sipping her blended mocha concoction. "But then again Harry is yummy and a Prince."
Hermione let out an exhausted sigh "You're telling me, Dria what am I going to do with all these clothes, I really don't need them?"
"Maybe now you'll stop stealing mine!" she said playfully pinching her in the forearm.
"Ha, Ha real witty! Well if you're gonna act like that I'll…." She paused trying to think of something she could take away from Dria.
She let out a triumphant laugh "I'll stop helping you with your bills and taxes!"
"Fine you win!"
"Ready to go back to our flat?"
"You have no idea! My feet are killing me!!" Hermione said even though it was totally worth it. She hadn't realized how much she had missed Dria.
"You're Crazy! You're bloody crazy!" Ron's voice cracked twice when he said crazy.
Harry let out a hearty laugh at his red headed friend but continued browsing the store his hands clasped behind his back. "No Ron not crazy, Brilliant!" He gave his friend a confident smile and turned to gaze through on of many glass cases.
"You don't even know what she'll say!"
"Yes I do."
"Oh you do, do ya? All right what'll she say?" he asked in a cocky manner
"Well I'm not positive but it only could be two answers right?" he smiled at his friend. Ron laughed giving in.
"Now stop laughing and go make the arrangements!!!" Harry ordered a bright hopeful smile on his young handsome face.
Dria had planned in her impulsive ways a girl's night out. Hermione literally threw on an outfit and did her hair and make up in under 5 minutes. She looked stunning in a black off the shoulders top that tied together on the sides, with black mini skirt from bcbg and black ballerina slippers with the Chanel insignia on the toes. Dria had on a black strapless mini dress with flip-flops. And Avery in black satin short shorts above the knee leather stiletto boots and a off the shoulder poncho. The 3 girls had their hair in ponytails and sparkled from the shimmer powder they'd just bought.
They took a cab over to 'Fresh Powder' the playground of the young and rich in the London Metropolitan area. Dria frequently partied there and seemed to know the hunky bar tender very well. After Avery and Hermione pried her away from the bar each with a class of rose champagne they looking over the balcony in to the sweaty mass of people dancing below them. They didn't stay long up in the VIP balcony, soon Dria was in a corner with a random male model, Avery was on top of a table dancing and then there was Hermione. Standing away from the dancing sipping her drink when someone caught her by surprise and dragged her down a long dark hallway.
To be continued
Oh yeah and FIREFLIGHTS1977 you'd be surprised how probable h/hr is. And if you have a problem with that don't read ANY of my stories! H/HR is one of the biggest and most believable ships and if you keep going around bashing it you're going to get burned 0