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A/N: Well this chapter is a little 'interesting' towards the end. Also if any of you have noticed my profile is rather boring and I want you guys to tell me what to put on it. Just anything and then when I get around to it I will work on my profile.
Without a Home: Chapter 15
Harry Potter and Ron Weasly had stopped arguing and were about to turn around. If they turned around they would see her. Hermione cringed and prepared for the worst.
She had to do something. She couldn't just stand here and wait for them to see her and realize who she was. One good look at her and they might recognize her. Then life would really be a living hell. With Draco knowing and she just couldn't let him find out who she really was.
"Uh…" Hermione began trying to figure out a way to get away, "I left something in the store I will be right back."
Hermione pivoted on her foot and ran in the store. Her heart racing in her chest and panic in her eyes. She hoped that Draco would believe her excuse because it was the first one she thought up. With her mind going into frenzy she couldn't have thought up anything better.
She dove behind the nearest clothing rack to hide in case they came into the store. She moved the clothes that were hanging so that no one would see her. She groaned though to see that she was in the men's section of the store. If they came in and were searching through the clothes they might just find her.
All that Harry or Ron would have to do was be flipping through the swimwear to look for something that they liked. Then if the moved all the hangers it would reveal her hiding behind all of these clothes.
Hermione might just be doomed.
Meanwhile a very confused Draco looked at the spot where she had stood only a matter of seconds ago. He knew she couldn't have left anything in the store. They had all of their shopping bags and it wasn't like she had a purse. So what could she have left in the store? Yet she seemed panicked somehow. Like that was the first excuse that she could think of and she was just trying to get away.
Why would she want to get away though? Had she seen something? She must of he had watched her drink the potion and then look in front of her with very wide, frightened eyes. He looked up to see what she might have been looking at and saw two very familiar people.
"Pothead and Weasel," he muttered under his breath.
He just hated them with a passion. The way they acted and everything. They acted as though the very world revolved around them. They had strutted around Hogwarts as though they owned the place. Why did everyone think Harry was so special anyways? So he had been able to live when he was a baby. That didn't mean he was still that amazing. He definitely should not be famous. I mean it wasn't like he came from a rich pureblooded family like Draco. No everyone should be admiring him and not Harry Potter.
Well people already did admire him. It just was that all of Harry's admirers should forget about Harry and admire him, Draco Malfoy, instead. Would people admire him if he had a lightning bolt scar on his face? Why did they all like his scarred face anyways? Everyone should know that Draco Malfoy had a perfect face.
Draco saw that Scar-face and Weasel were walking towards the swimwear store that he was standing in front of. So Draco promptly turned around and walked into the store to start looking for Mia.
Was that the reason she had run into the store, because of Potter and Weasel? She had to know them, as even squibs knew them. Yet even though he didn't like it he had to admit most girls would have ran up to them. To flirt and giggle like crazy.
So why would Mia act like she was scared of them? It was absurd and completely not normal. Maybe she felt ugly and didn't want them to see her, but they probably wouldn't even see her again. He rolled his eyes. Girls were so weird.
Unless she knew them and she had a crush on one of them or worse both of them. He felt a surge of jealously run though his veins. He started to walk towards the women's section of the store, as that is where he thought she would be. Little did he know that she was currently crouched on the floor behind a large section of a different variety of swimwear for men and she was praying that no one would find her there.
He searched around the women's section for awhile till he knew that she could not be anywhere over there so he headed for the women's fitting rooms. He was about to walk in when some woman that worked at the store stopped him. He held in a groan as he saw her.
'He had already been in enough trouble today with clothing store workers,' he thought with a smile as an image of the pink skirt flashed across his mind.
"Excuse me sir, this is the women's fitting rooms. The men's fitting rooms is over in that direction," she said pointing towards the men's section.
"Yes I realize that this is the women's fitting rooms now if you will just excuse me," he said taking a few more steps in to the fitting rooms before she stopped him.
"Sir, you cannot go in there. Men are not allowed into the woman's fitting rooms in this store," She explained.
"Well I need to see if my friend is in there," He replied.
"I am sorry, but I cannot let you in there. Now would you like me to ask your friend to come out for you?" she asked.
"Fine," He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to go in.
"What is the name of your friend?" she asked.
"Mia," he replied.
"And who are you? So that I may tell her your name so she knows who is waiting outside the fitting rooms?"
"Draco"
The woman nodded and walked in. She came out a few minutes later and told him that Mia would be out in a second. She told him not to even try to go in there, as she would be watching.
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Hermione heard the two very familiar voices chatting near her hiding place. She could hear their voices coming closer and closer. What was she going to do?
She heard footsteps and she looked to her left and to her right. There were not enough clothes to hide behind. She was stuck where she was, because a lot of people must have been buying swimwear.
She saw Ron's hands flipping through the swimwear and she knocked all of the clothes off of the rack to her left. Then as she expected Ron bent down to pick up the fallen clothing to hang it all back up and as he was picking it up she crawled over to her right. She moved some of the clothes that were hanging and peeked to see Harry looking at swimwear on a different rack. She ran out and ran straight out of the store and stopped by the glass windows to catch her breath.
She looked around to see no Draco. Where had Draco gone?
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Draco Malfoy heard footsteps coming out of the fitting rooms and sighed in relief. Finally Mia was coming out, but he heard a voice that didn't belong to Mia at all.
"Diane couldn't you have more patience while I try on bikinis? Oh the lady who works here called you Draco for some reason, but I knew it must be you and…" She stopped as she saw Draco standing outside the dressing room.
What Draco saw was not Mia at all and it did not look a thing like Mia. Well perhaps it was Mia just not the Mia he knew. This Mia was dressed is a sleazy leather dress with fish net tights and big blonde hair.
She looked Draco up and down. She raised her eyebrows and looked up at him before saying, "Oh so you are not Diane."
"No," he replied still in a bit of shock.
She looked to the left and to the right before leaning in as if she was about to tell him a big secret. She flashed him a seductive smile before ever so slowly running her tongue across her teeth.
"You know I don't normally do this, but you are so hot that I think I will. I could sneak you into the fitting rooms for a little fun. Otherwise you will have to wait till tonight. By the way my services do come with a price," She held her hand out expecting money.
Draco stared at the prostitute with her open hand. It took him a moment for his mind to process what she had said. This is not the way he expected today to go.
"Well…", Draco began as he looked up at her.