Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters in this chapter except for Francesca and Jimmy. Some of the ideas in this chapter were, once again, taken from Sarah Mason's The Party Season – a great book!
Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm so sorry I took so long to update! I've been seriously busy. Its summer break and yet I have so much to do. I have my SATs in a few months so I need to start looking at things. I'm also going on holiday for about a week or two so yeah…my updating might be a bit irregular and rusty so I'm so sorry! But I will update! I promise!
You know how I told you guys I wanted to re-write that sixth chapter? Well, that's proving to be quite hard. I guess I'll just check for typos and put that up later coz there were a good deal of them in it.
Anyway. Now to more important and pressing matters:P Thanks for all the reviews guys! I love you all! I'm glad you all liked the chapter and here is the next one. This has GOT to be the longest chapter I have EVER written in my life. It was twenty-three freaking pages long! I hope you guys don't find it too boring! Anyway…LoL! I think I better leave and give you guys a chance to read so here you! The next chapter – read, review and enjoy! Thanks once again for the great reviews:D
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THE DIARY OF HERMIONE GRANGER
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Today was hectic just as yesterday was except today, the ministry delegates were actually coming which freaked all of us out (not so much Malfoy being the calm git he is). Especially me because hello, I was the one, who had to cook for ministry delegates with, let me remind you all, Francesca Malfoy by my side
Yes. The girl is, in reality, a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy's cousin, twice removed or something. Can you believe it? A Malfoy actually working? The young twenty year old had, apparently, asked the git Malfoy if she could work for him during her gap year as an auror trainee. I actually found that quite interesting because, I mean, it really is no secret that the Malfoys bring a whole new dimension to the term, millionaire. I don't think even millionaire squared would fully explain their financial status in the British wizarding society.
But Francesca is a complete contradiction – to that aspect of being a Malfoy anyway. From what I know, she claimed to want be independent of the Malfoy fortune.
But that's where her un-Malfoy like characteristics end. In every other way (which is probably 99.9999999…. percent of her personality) the girl is, by no doubt, a Malfoy to the core. She, certainly, knows how to make a person's life, hell. Like when we were cooking, I decided to make chocolate cake (my favorite!) for desert. But Francesca, being the annoying Malfoy she is, insisted that we make fruit cake as our visitors' well-being and health (health, I'm telling you!) should be our first priorities. So we ended up making both the cakes.
I actually asked Malfoy (…trying hard to ignore how good he looked! Ahhhh! Maybe I should just do myself the favor of slitting my throat! It would sure stop these torturous thoughts I'm having that involve Malfoy) whether there was someone else – anyone else I could work with. But that was, alas, impossible as his cousin just happened to be the only person in this house (with the exception of myself) who could actually hold a pot. I seriously wonder what the other 19 maids, Malfoy has hired, do in this place other than gossip twenty-four seven about one thing or another.
In short, it was horrible. My experience with Cruella Devil (…in the making. I wouldn't be surprised if Francesca started killing Dalmatians for their fur). God, Mrs. Cole! Why did you have to leave today! Why oh why! Why!
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DRACO MALFOY'S PERSONAL ORGANIZER
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After listening to Granger's hundred and one complains (…and trying hard to ignore her enticing grape fruit perfume…okay enough! Enough, enough, enough!), I decided to pick Jimmy up (short for James), Mrs. Cole's son from their little cottage, situated a few meters away from the mansion.
My amazingly talented cook had, apparently, forgotten her son in her haste to meet her husband and so had asked me if I could have the boy at the mansion. That way he wouldn't be alone with the big bad wolves prowling the forests near by. Okay ANYWAY (…yes, I know I am going mad), I agreed, readily, to her suggestion because, as much as I am not a very kid person, I like Jimmy. The little guy is a whiz-kid (he can conjure spells I hadn't even mastered in my 3rd year at Hogwarts and Jimmy still hasn't even started school) with an IQ of about…hmmmm…lets say 300? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but you get the gist.
He has helped me a great deal with keeping the Dorlington Corp bastards at bay and with his brain capacity, that's no big surprise. I gave him a little mystery to solve about two days ago, hoping he'd have an answer for me today (I've just recently learned, from one of my private sources, that kids love mysteries for some bizarre reason. I can't remember liking mysteries…). His case? To dig up and find out who the mastermind behind the 'stick a golf course and a few other big buildings in Lanconsmere' idea is…
Yeah, I know. I'm surprised at my incompetence too and I've come to accept how uninformed I am. But hey, whoever the bloody bastard or bitch is – he or she has been, surprisingly, very secretive about his or her identity…unfortunately because I would have trashed the person's face in a long time ago.
….anyway passing over the point of that person's face…my inability to find out who that said person is, led me to consult ten year old Jimmy. The little guy can do anything with that amazingly complex wizarding computer of his. He could easily find my arch nemesis for me and I'm not ashamed to admit it. The boy's a genius. Full stop.
When I arrived at Mrs. Cole's dwelling, I found Jimmy waiting for me eagerly at his doorstep, with a black knapsack and his cool wizarding laptop by his side. His tousled red hair (which I tried my utmost to stop associating with the Weasleys), shielded his wide forehead while his thick lensed, huge glasses shielded his bright, blue eyes.
"Hey Jim" I smiled as I got off my broom and he ran to me, flashing his braces clad, white pearly teeth. "How's it going, little man?"
"I'm so glad you are here Draco!" gushed Jimmy as he dumped his stuff at my feet, breathlessly "I've got your information! I solved the mystery you gave me!" He said the last few words with great pride (He loved telling me such things). He was, practically, jumping up and down in all his excitement – his glasses were falling off his face as a result!
"Seriously?" I couldn't stop feeling excited and jumping on my toes slightly, myself! I was about to know who I was dealing with at last. And I owed it all to ten year old Jimmy Cole. How the hell was I going to repay the boy?
"Seriously" he replied, earnestly "I have the guy's contact details too if you want"
I tried, hard, to stop myself from twitching in all my happiness. Instead I, calmly, held the little boy firmly and tapped him, appreciatively, by way of thanking him…boy oh boy, did he deserve more than the tapping. "So it's a man?" I asked the obvious
"Yeah. You'll probably know him because he went to Hogwarts too and he's twenty-four – your age"
I racked my brain for a heartless git who went to school with me but came up with nothing – well I did come up with names but there were just too many to count. "Tell me everything on the way" I needed to get myself ready for this information "Let's strap in your stuff first"
" 'iight" He was still bouncing (so was I…but not so much) as he helped me attach his lap top on to my broom.
I made a move to pick his bag up but when I had it in my hands, I was surprised at how heavy it was. Well it wasn't exactly the heavy heavy sort, I couldn't lift. I could lift it all right but for a ten year old boy (nonetheless!) it was more than necessary. "What the hell are you carrying in here, Jim?" I asked jokingly "An elephant?"
The boy's face turned an unearthly shade of red that matched his hair to tee. "I…err…well I had to bring a lot of stuff"
"Stuff? What stuff?"
"Ummm…" he said, slowly before he rambled on, non-stop "My calculator – the cool one mum got me recently, my portable VCR along with my thumb-drive, walkie talkies and mini TV set" he insisted, moving from side to side, bouncing on one leg and then the other a couple of times. "And then I decided that I couldn't part with my game boy so I brought that too with – "
"All right I get your point" I smiled, trying hard to hold back the fresh peals of laughter that were rippling through me "You decided to bring your whole wizarding electronic selection of goodies"
"Sort of" he replied, sheepishly, his glasses askew
"Well, that's alright if you remembered to actually pack some clothes"
"I did. Mum said I only needed three pairs on the phone yesterday" insisted Jimmy
"That'll be enough. How about underwear?"
"Duh! I am ten years old you know…not one…"
"Toothbrush?"
"Mmmhmmm…"
"Pyjamas?"
"Yep…"
"Some of sort of spider and/or mudblood killing machine?"
"Ye- What? Why would I need a – "
"Just asking. Anyway. I guess we are all set then" I laughed quietly at the young specimen who stood beside me. This was so Jimmy…packing more of his goodies than the necessities. The boy is one of a kind.
After strapping everything onto my automated broom, I got on, followed by Jimmy. We had to fly a bit slowly as the young boy had a tendency to get broom sick more than often. When we had flown a few meters, I asked "So tell me Jimmy…who are we dealing with?" Okay, I was ready. I was more than ready.
I heard him, moving, behind me. "Well the guy's name is…wait…I have it here…" he muttered, digging into his pockets before finally pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and saying triumphantly "Oh yeah, Zacharias…Zacharias…I can't even read my own handwriting! I think it says Smith"
"What?" I asked surprised, as the broom jerked slightly under my strong grip. Jimmy who was behind me held on tightly to my waist at the broom's sudden movement. But I paid no attention to any of that. Oh god! Smith? Out of all people…Smith!
"Zacharias Smith" repeated Jimmy, confirming my doubts and worst nightmare. I knew the guy was a bastard. How could Granger...Does she have any idea of who her wonderful boyfriend is? And worse still, is she playing along with him as a spy and – argh! It doesn't matter! And anyway Granger wouldn't do that right? However much she claims to hate me, would she – God! I said enough! Boy am I going to teach the idiot a lesson…one that will involve my fists…
"Do you know him?" asked Jimmy, slowly, sensing a change in the atmosphere and my behavior.
"Oh yes!" I spit out. "I know him real well" Oh you wait Smith…You just wait…
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THE DIARY OF HERMIONE GRANGER
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Working with Francesca is, honestly, worse than hell I'd think. From the moment we started this girl has done nothing except for going on and on about how badly I stir things…how often I burn things... I mean if she knew how to do everything, why the hell am I even here?
"God, have you ever cut onions before?" she snapped at me "I wonder what Draco was thinking when he told me that you could actually cook"
But I tried hard to stay calm and not say anything – I'm always like that. I suppose it is one of my weaknesses – unfortunately. I just moved from one place to another, trying hard to ignore my counterpart's screeching voice. I was so glad when I heard Colin arrive with a bag of groceries (we were running out of things fast!).
As he walked into the kitchen, all smiling, I saw Francesca tense up and I knew the reason all too well. Colin sort of froze for a moment too before hastily putting the things on the counter "Hey 'Mione" he muttered before mumbling "And Francesca"
"Hi Colin!" I smiled brightly, glad at the sudden interruption. "Got everything?"
"Mmmhmm" he mumbled, not really seeing me but someone else.
Francesca didn't even bother to acknowledge him as she was too busy staring at him. In fact, both of them stared at each other like lovesick teenagers (…pierced with Cupid's arrows of eternal love) before the former (my best cooking pal) turned away swiftly. At least, she had decided to shut her mouth for once. The peace and quiet was like gold to my ears.
Her face had regained its ice cold expression once again but I had seen the hint of vulnerability in her steel gray orbs a moment ago. That look of pure bliss and affection which I had seen suffice Ginny's face several times (…whenever Harry appeared in the vicinity) and even Pansy's (…whenever Ron walked down the stairs for breakfast)
But I wasn't surprised at their behavior…Her infatuation with Colin was obvious – just as much as his was with her. I just wish the both of them will get on with it and ask each other out or something because it's kind of annoying to see the both of them dart these secretive glances at each other every few seconds. Yes…as much I claim to despise Francesca, I want Colin to go out with someone (even if the said person is a Slytherin – hello, I had let Ron marry Pansy without a fight) for I had heard that he hadn't dated anyone for a long, long time. And anyway, Francesca seemed to genuinely like him even if she was all bitchy and annoying towards me.
Colin scurried out of the kitchen, a few minutes later, muttering something about checking out if Aunt Maude was alright (the old lady had taken a instant liking to Colin…who wouldn't?) before shooting one last glance at the young women next to me who was surprisingly very quiet. He turned all red when he saw me smiling at him, knowingly.
Well, if they couldn't do it themselves….I will help them get there…sometime…
When Colin had left, Francesca was still extremely quiet, moving her limbs very robotically. After awhile, I sort of missed her voice. Yeah, I know. I'm a contradiction in every way but the sudden stillness was suffocating me. Clearing my throat loudly, I said "He's a nice guy, isn't he?" Hey I had to say something okay?
Francesca snorted in response but her face turned red. Just the reaction I needed… "Puh-leeze" was all she said. Her one worded answer surprised me as she had been speaking a thousand words per a second (or something like that) just a moment ago.
"I think he likes you" I continued
For a split second she looked up, her eyes bright with hope "Reall- " But she stopped abruptly, checking herself immediately "Yeah, well, it's not like I like him"
"You sure?"
"Yeah…" she mumbled softly, but she was less hostile now. She also added, as though she was reminding herself of her priorities "And he's a mudblood anyway"
I ignored her. I didn't want to argue anymore especially when she had calmed down a good deal. Okay, this is going to be the exact opposite to what I was saying before but…(ahem)…she seemed like a nice person (I know. Can you believe it? A Malfoy being nice?) – annoying, but nice when she wanted to be. I just had to find a way to get her to show that side more openly to me.
"Have you ever been to a slumber party, Francesca?" Okay I really don't know where that came from. But it just did. It suddenly occurred to me that we could have one – Pansy, Francesca and myself...somewhat like that ones Ginny, Luna (who used to creep into our common room after curfew), Lavender, Paravati and I used to have. Yeah, I know. We aren't children anymore but hey, it could be fun. Except for the fact that I'd be laughing and talking to two Slytherins all night. But I thought it a stupid question nevertheless. I mean who hasn't gone to a slumber party…
…which is why I was very surprised when Francesca shook her heard wearily and said, "No. No, I haven't"
"You haven't?" I asked in wonder. Okay, so there were people who haven't been to or even had such occasions.
"Nope. We, Malfoys, think of it as a barbaric act" she replied. Her voice was cold again except now, there was a hint of bitterness and longing in it. "But I've always wanted to go to one" she added, softly, her eyes averted from mine.
I had an idea then. A stupid one but nevertheless it was an idea. "How about this? If you stop being mean to me – making fun, provoking and teasing me…then we'll have a slumber party under your name – Pansy, you and myself. Just the three of us?"
For a minute, she looked up and stared at me as though I had just grown an extra head. "You are mad!"
Oh great. "I can see that now" I replied, wearily. How stupid could I be? I mean, honestly, why would she agree to have a slumber party? She's a Malfoy for god's sake! They'd never agree to readily give up their pleasure of teasing and making people's lives a living hell. And never for a slumber party…god!
…But she surprised me, once again by saying, extremely softly "But I'd like that…" For a second I thought I had heard her wrong but from her red face and fumbling fingers, it seemed that I hadn't. Wow…maybe there was more to the Malfoys than what meets the eyes…
And suddenly the whole atmosphere changed visibly. It's so weird how that happens. We were, suddenly, talking about things I would have never thought of speaking to a Malfoy about. "Do you think I should go formal formal…or casual formal tonight?" she asked, as she muttered a quick spell that cut the tomatoes into about a gazillion pieces within seconds.
"Hmmm…casual formal" I replied. I was going casual formal, myself. I just needed to decide what I was going to wear.
"I thought so too. I was thinking of wearing red though. D'you think it'll be too much?"
"Nope. You'll be serving drinks so one will you see you anyway" I smiled, jokingly to which she slapped me, playfully, on the shoulder.
"What are you wearing?" she asked. I would have answered the question by saying I had no idea (I usually left such things for the last minute anyway) if it wasn't for Colin for it was right then, that he barged into the kitchen suddenly, red faced and very tired looking "Hermione?" he mumbled, softly. To someone else's ears, his voice would've sounded very normal but to me…his anxiety was quite apparent. "Can I talk to you for a few minutes?"
"Yeah sure" I replied, searching his face carefully. But he offered no explanation with his eyes. I turned to Francesca and said "Hey, do you mind doing this, alone, for a bit?"
"Ummm…sure" she replied, looking at us a bit suspiciously (we had only just become friends!) – almost like she thought Colin and me were together or something. I mean, really. I smiled at her reassuringly – the guy was younger than me anyway!
As both Colin and I walked out of the kitchen, I turned to the agitated twenty-three year old "What's up?"
For a second I thought, he was going tell me about his feelings for Francesca. About how much he liked her and wanted her. About how he couldn't wait any longer. I actually thought he was going to ask me whether I could do him a favor and find out whether she liked him too (I already had the answer, anyway!) but boy, was I ever wrong. I was so so wrong. "Hermione…Poppet's gone!" he choked on his words.
Oh god. Oh god! I had a heart attack right then. "WHAT!"
"I can't find the bloody spider! I checked the glass box and it…well, it isn't there!"
"Colin!" I wailed, as I collapsed on to the marble tiled floor in despair. I held my head in my hands and glared, down, at my legs as if it was their fault that Poppet had gone missing. My greatest nightmare had just come true – why did it have to happen today, of all days? Why!
"Hey…hey! Don't blame me! It's not my fault that Aunt Maude isn't a very…well, careful person" said Colin as he sat down, cross-legged, beside me.
"I know…I know…Oh god, what are we going to do? How did it escape from its glass box of a house? I saw it today! I really did. Aunt Maude was feeding Poppet and I was like -"
"Technically speaking, it didn't escape. Aunt Maude apparently took it out for its early morning walk and then…it just…well, disappeared. According to her anyway" Colin interrupted me which is just as well because I was on my babble mode again. But I didn't blame myself right then. I mean, what would you do if you just found out that there is this big hairy tarantula, who answers by the name Poppet, running lose in a house that is the venue for a dinner that is supposed to be for ministry delegates? Malfoy is going to kill me! Full stop. He had asked me to keep a close eye on the thing. Good fat of a job I've done!
"Did you ask her where it could be? I'm sure she has an idea where her dear pet could be right? All owners do -"
"I did" he interrupted me yet again "She seemed pretty calm – told me that Poppet usually does disappear and when it does, the hair ball always comes back to her on its own. If it doesn't, she 'advised' me to call it by its name and offer it some flies – did you know that tarantulas love flies? I had no idea, you know, until - "
"Colin!"
"Gee…sorry" said Colin, sheepishly "Calm down, 'Mione"
"Calm down?" I raged "Calm down! How on earth can I calm down when - "
"I tried it anyway" continued Colin, as though he hadn't heard me at all. I hate it when he does that. I really do. But I guess…in these circumstances, I didn't particularly care. Hell, there was a giant spider running around!
"Tried it?" I repeated
"Tried calling the hair ball" offered Colin, by way of explanation "But no such luck. I guess the flies really are needed. I couldn't find any, unfortunately" I glared at him, hard. "What?" he asked, holding his hands out as if to block out the negative vibes I was emanating.
"How can you be so calm…and…and…funny at a time like this? You were quaking in your boots a moment ago!" And he had! When he had come into the kitchen to call me, he was in worse shape than I am at the present moment – okay, maybe not but you guys get the point…
"I know" he replied, solemnly "But after seeing you dancing in yours, I decided that two agitated people wasn't going to help anyone"He winked at me, smilingly
"You are a riot, you know that?"
"So I've been told"
"Francesca's going to have a time with you!" I smirked, all thoughts of Poppet disappearing into thin air immediately. It's amazing, what Colin does to people – he has that sort of calming aura about him. The blessed chap!
"Huh?" said Colin, his face turning an unearthly shade of red unknown to man, immediately. For a person who hadn't heard me, he seemed to be very embarrassed. Ah…This is what I call fun.
I smiled "Oh come on Colin! We all know that you and - "
"About Poppet" interrupted Colin, loudly. Oh god! Poppet! I had completely forgotten about Poppet. Damn! He just had to remind didn't he? So much for the calming aura…"What should we do!"
"We can't tell Malfoy, just yet" I said, quickly
"I thought so too"
"We…" I started. What do we do? I'm Hermione Granger. I should know what to do! "We should start looking for it now" I finished, lamely. I can't believe I just volunteered to look for a spider – a tarantula, nonetheless!
"Look for it? Hermione, this is a giant spider we are talking about here. Not those teeny weeny garden ones we find in our houses. We can't -"
"I know! I know! But we have to do something so shut up and lets start. We can't waste any time you know! I'm sure Francesca can cover for me in the kitchen"
"I thought she hated you" said Colin, his eye brows raised in question.
"Well, not anymore"
"So you don't hate each other?"
"I just told you before! Nope!"
A look of confusion crossed the young man's face before he shook his head to himself and muttered, quite distinctly "Ladies…"
"What?"
"Nothing. Lets start looking"
"Good idea" I sighed, wearily. It was a good thing Ron wasn't here. He'd be dead before we could have even found the thing considering the fact that he has an insane phobia for spiders – any sort, even the little garden ones. I think I'm developing it too. The phobia I mean. "Why couldn't Aunt Maude have something cute like a cat or something, instead…?"
"Beats me" shrugged Colin as we made our way to the living room. Someone please kill me…now!
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DRACO MALFOY'S PERSONAL ORGANIZER
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After I brought Jimmy and dropped him in his room – he was sharing one with Aunt Maude, as we needed rooms for the officials who were coming, I walked straight to the kitchen only to be graced with my cousin Francesca's presence. Where the hell was Granger? She was the one who was supposed to be cooking!
"Where is the mudblood?" I asked my cousin, as I pulled a cigarette out. I needed one…badly! I was more than just agitated. I was pissed!
"Looking for her earrings" she replied, staring wearily at my cigarette "Can you please take that thing out of here?"
"Earrings?" I snapped, ignoring her attack on my smoking habits. Honestly. Why was everyone trying to stop me from smoking? I mean, if anyone's going to get hurt it's me! Not them… "What the freaking hell is she looking for her earrings for? She's supposed to be bloody cooking here with you!"
Francesca raised her eye brows "Give the girl a break, Draco. She's done enough around here"
It was my turn to raise my eye brows. Whoa. Major turn around. Just this morning Granger had asked me, if I was not mistaken, TEN freaking times whether there was anyone else she could work it. I had, unregretfully, told her there wasn't. It had been the same with Francesca. And now, here the girl was telling me to leave Granger alone. What planet had I stepped on? "What on god's green earth happened to you?"
"Nothing" she replied, putting something in the oven. Cake, I think. "Now, get the bloody hell out of here – I don't want those fumes around here"
I smiled. She was, most certainly, my cousin "Do you know where Granger is?" I asked again except now I wanted her to give me a specific room in the house.
"The last time I checked, she was in the dinning area"
And so I left Francesca to her cooking and went to hunt for Granger. What the hell was the girl doing, looking for her fucking earrings in the fucking dinning area? And when had she even worn earrings? I had never even seen the girl wear any in all her time here!
I just couldn't stop myself from asking my conscience whether this was all a ploy to spoil this whole occasion – had Smith made her do it? I shook my head several times, trying to get rid of the annoying thought. Granger wouldn't do that, right? No way…would she?
I found her, at last but not in the dinning area but upstairs. I was quite surprised to find Creevey with her too. The guy was definitely weird. I actually thought he was a queer until I noticed his obvious infatuation with my cousin and hers with him shudder It's torture to see the both of them in the same room, shooting each other these small glances every two seconds!
"I see something" said Creevey looking under a chair.
"Really?" asked Granger, excitedly, as though Christmas had arrived early. God! They were only earrings. "What does it look like?"
"It seems hairy" I tried to stop myself from gagging. Hairy earrings? When had Granger worn hairy earrings? Damn!
"Oh my god! I think we must have found it. Is it moving?" MOVING? A hairy, moving pair of earrings!
I felt the need to intervene immediately. I couldn't stand listening to them any longer. Clearing my throat loudly, I asked "What are you two doing?"
The both of them got up suddenly. As far as I could see, all their efforts of finding Granger's earrings were forgotten for the time being. Her weird…hairy, moving earrings. Disgusting… "Malfoy!" gushed Granger, red faced, as though we were long lost best friends "When did you come?" She was wringing her fingers a good deal which is, I've learnt, one of her greatest nervous habits.
"A few minutes ago" I muttered, eyeing the both of them carefully as I moved towards the coffee table and stabbed my cigarette bud in the ash tray. Since when had Granger decided to be nice to me? "You still haven't answered my question" I reminded the both of them
"Oh!" giggled Granger in a very un-Granger-ish manner "Nothing really" Is it just me or is she hiding something? Could she be working for Smith after all? "Right, Colin?" she added hastily when she saw my skeptical expression
"Right" said Creevey as he nodded his head just a little too vigorously
"Did you find it?" I continued, as my eyes met Granger's squarely
"Find what?" asked the both of them simultaneously. The blood rushed to the mudblood's face as she turned hers away from mine almost immediately.
"Your earrings?" I said, stating the obvious. Gee…what was wrong with the girl? And the fag next to her?
"Oh! My earrings…no, not yet. We will soon though" If I was not mistaken, it seemed as though both of them heaved big sighs of relief at the same freaking time.
"Glad to hear it. Granger, can I talk to you for a second?"
"About what?"
"You'll find out soon enough" I muttered, shooting a contemptuous glance at Creevey which was meant to inform him that he could now leave.
He seemed to get the message almost immediately, as he turned to Granger and said "I'll keeping looking for them downstairs"
I honestly must be dreaming. I mean what else could explain Granger shooting Creevey pleading glances and he, in turn, apologizing! I'm serious! I can read people and their expressions like books – and from Granger and Creevey's exchange of glances, I could sense that they were both caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. Somewhat like they had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Weird…but right then, I didn't give a shit. I was itching to ask Granger about Smith.
When the fag-who-really-isn't-a-fag left us to ourselves, I turned to Granger once again "What were you bloody thinking?" I snapped, angrily. I just couldn't help myself. The bitch had been fraternizing with enemy all along! Did she know that?
She was more than just surprised at my out burst. That was obvious by the way she had jumped on hearing my voice. "What are – what have I done?"
"Done! How can you actually like Smith!" I was now pacing the room, from one side to another, taking a long swig of the cigarette I had taken out earlier in my agitation. "How can you fucking stay with him in the same fucking room?" I was surprised at the filth that was pouring out of my mouth but I couldn't stop myself – I was way beyond angry now.
"Zach? Why are you bringing Zach up - "
"Yes, your bloody Zach! Do you know who or, more appropriately, what that fucking bastard is?"
Granger's face turned red – but this time it was of anger and not embarrassment. "Don't you dare talk of Zach like th -"
"I'll talk about him however the hell I want!" I hissed. I tried to keep my voice level.
"What's wrong with you? You weren't like this yesterday" Granger's tone, though, had risen more than five octaves higher.
"That's because yesterday, I wasn't aware that the arse-wipe was a bloody beast in human attire!"
She took in a deep breath. "What has he done to you that's so beastly?" she cried passionately.
"Done?" I repeated, rounding on her. I moved towards her and held her by her elbows tightly, pulling her close to me. I don't know why I did that – especially when that wonderful…I mean disgusting grapefruit scent of hers was intoxicating my nose (…in a good…I mean bad sort of way) even from afar. And now that we were face to face…(ahem) "I'll tell you what he's done! He's the bloody arse-hole who's behind the whole getting rid of Lanconsmere project!"
Granger's mouth flew open "How can you say that! No…no" she whispered, holding on to me for support "No. You must be mistaken"
"Mistaken?" I growled, in frustration "Yes, well then maybe you can explain this to me" I pulled out an article Jimmy had gotten me and waved it in her face, waiting for an explanation. Every single, sodding detail about the bastard was in it. How he thought progress was important. How turning Lanconsmere into a cement haven was only going to do more good than bad. Yeah, a fat lot of good it'll do the inhabitants who'll lose their livelihoods here.
Taking it carefully from me with her shivering fingers, Granger read it carefully. Her face turned a variety of colors during the whole time. She even sank into a chair near-by, miserably, half through the article. When she did finish finally, she looked up at me, somewhat wearily and she was, I could see, hurt. I suddenly felt bad for accusing her of being Smith's accomplice and I, very rarely, regret anything I do. "I can't believe it! I mean I know he's a business entrepreneur but…oh my god! I know nothing about him! Nothing!" She was talking more to herself than she was to me. I didn't even think she was aware of my presence any longer.
I actually felt sorry for the girl. I know. I know. Just a few months ago (give or take) and I would've been laughing my arse off and having a field of a time seeing Granger in…well…seeing her hurt. Hell, not even months! Probably even days! Not that I'm not enjoying it now – I am but well, the pleasure part of it has dropped a notch or two. God, the mudblood is influencing me too much! Maybe I should go back to the manor – I am quite sure that mother will remind me of my responsibilities and send me back here with a whole new agenda (the Malfoy agenda) – Insult, provoke and make Granger's life a living hell. Because now, I have another in my mind which really is not even supposed to be there – Touch, hold and kiss Granger thoroughly like you never have before.
Oh bloody god! I can't believe I just wrote that! I can't believe I'm thinking like this! Shit! Shit! Subject change. ANYWAY on a lighter note (lets forget about what I was talking about earlier) she went on talking to herself for awhile ("He hasn't told me anything", "Betrayal of trust") before I finally knelt beside her and held her firmly by the shoulders. She shut up immediately, her eyes registering my presence. "So you didn't know anything about this, did you?" I asked, looking at her carefully
I knew her answer even before she gave it. She shook her head from side to side. "I had no idea" she whispered "No wonder he's in Lanconsmere…I thought he had come to meet me but…" She was starting the whole talking to herself thing again.
"Granger" I said firmly. The girl was in obvious pain. The git hadn't even had the decency to inform his girl of his business dealings (and one heck of a dealing this was) and to be that girl who'd been deprived of such important information must suck arse. But I couldn't back off just yet. I needed to know something else. "Did you tell him anything about me? Anything…negative?" I needed to know the answer to that question, however bad her answer was going to be. If he got hold of such information…god knows what the arse-wipe would do with it.
"No…" replied Granger, choosing her words carefully
"Think back. Did you tell him anything about me? I need the truth Granger"
"I don't think so. You were never really a topic of attraction"
I smiled, in relief. It'd be okay, for the time being "Good. Now go back to looking for your earrings if you want to. How's Aunt Maude doing? Poppet's still in its glass box right? I can't have it running around tonight"
Granger averted her eyes from me once again, as the blood rushed to her face at a tremendous force "Yes…yes, of course it's in its glass box!" she smiled, just a little too widely.
I raised my eye brows. Weird but I wasn't about to call her on it. I was too bloody happy to pay attention to what her problem was. My job was done. Everything was settled. What I needed now, was a drink – some scotch would do. I made a move towards the staircase (I needed to get to the kitchen), when, suddenly, Granger put a restraining hand on my arm, in effort of stopping me. I was quite surprised to feel her touch me again. I tried hard to think negative thoughts of her to stop all the positive ones I was bombarded with. "I'm sorry" she said, looking at me sorrowfully.
I didn't answer immediately as I was too busy staring at her and as we did…God…I felt a sort of deep longing for her. The kiss from yesterday, which I had tried so hard to bury deep within me, suddenly flashed in front of my very eyes.
I needed to touch her again. To feel her soft lips against mine. I needed to feel her small body…I shook my head, hard. I needed to stop. This was getting me no where except in a whole lot of trouble. I can't believe this is happening! How can I betray myself like this? Damn her for kissing me so thoroughly!
"You should be" I smirked, attempting to lighten up the atmosphere once again and with that I made my way to the kitchen for my much anticipated scotch. Half way down the stairs, I turned to Granger and saw her beaming at me. I smiled back. Can you believe it? I actually smiled at her! Not mockingly either but a real all out smile. God. This is weird. I really do need to see another specimen of the female sex. Celibacy isn't working for me any more.
ARGH! I need a cigarette. Again.
- Tear this page…NOW
- GET LAID! – can you believe it? I'm twenty-four and I'm still hormonal. I mean, it has to be hormones right…? I can't be actually – ENOUGH! Having sex would do the job. It has to!
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THE DIARY OF HERMIONE GRANGER
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The whole Zach issue brought with it a major headache (for me, anyway). It made me feel so…messed up during those last few hours of waiting which is, probably, why both Colin and Francesca assured me that they could continue on without me (The cooking was almost done with anyway but Poppet was still running about – Colin and I had told everyone that we had been looking for my earrings. We jolly well couldn't tell them we were looking for a giant, hairy spider). Zach. Oh god. How could he lie to me? How could he not tell me about this? I mean I hadn't been very truthful either…but…I was justified right?
Oh god. Our relationship had been one full of lies from the beginning. It was time to end the whole thing – after six long months, it was time to let go. I decided to tell him that tomorrow, after this whole dinner thing was over. I can't face him right now – in the midst of all this chaos.
After a while, I got up and made a move towards the huge wardrobe in Malfoy's guest room where I had kept all my clothes. I wasn't exactly going to enjoy the prospect looking into it as it really was full of absolutely nothing – does that even make sense? But I needed something to wear and fast. I searched and searched. I mean, I hadn't exactly packed for a dinner with ministry officials.
After a good deal of hunting (I usually don't spend so much time on looking for something to wear – weird) I settled on my business suit which consisted of a pin stripped, dark black formal jacket and a prim-knee length pencil skirt – I had forgotten why I had packed the thing in the first place but then decided to stop mulling over useless stuff that paid no importance at the moment. I considered my bringing the thing, a blessing. If it wasn't for it, I'd have to go for dinner wearing jeans! Okay maybe not, but you get the point.
I also pulled out a plain white satin dolce shirt, I had gotten last month, to wear under the jacket (Yes, I do still shop at muggle outlets) and some conservative flats (I can never wear heels. I value my comfort more than I do my beauty. Call me stupid but that's how it works). That'd do right? Plain but hey, I like to be practical.
I had just kept the clothes I had chosen on my bed when I heard a knock on the heavy wooden door that led to my room. "Come in" I said, moving towards the dresser, now, at the far corner to choose my jewelry for the evening. I had absolutely nothing great there either except for some pearls my mother had given me for my last birthday!
The door creaked open and in popped Colin's head. I was surprised to say the least. I had told the guy to try on his butler suit to see how it fitted him – so why in the world was he here? "Are you busy?" he asked, half whispering, as he turned his head from one side to another in a manner a mouse would under the prowling eyes of a cat. It was like he was scared of being caught talking to me.
"No…" I answered, looking at him appraisingly
"Can I come inside? I need to talk to you…"
"Yeah sure" I replied, still looking at him "I thought you were trying on the suit?"
"I did and well, that's why I'm here"
"Um…okay" I said before suddenly bursting out "Have you found Poppet yet?" I just couldn't help myself. But Poppet was bugging me just as much as the whole Zach issue was. We still hadn't found the dratted spider! And we were only three hours away from show time! And worse yet, Malfoy still thinks the fur ball is in the glass box…
"No but I'm still looking. I've got someone else helping me so don't worry…we'll find it…sometime" he shot me a reassuring smile that didn't help much.
"Who?"
"Who what?"
"Who's helping you?" I asked before smilingly adding "Let me guess, Francesca?"
"Hermione…" he moaned. He still hadn't come in. "I've already told you that I don't like her the way you think - "
"Yeah that's why you blush every time she steps into a room, you are occupying, looking all beautiful and radiant and - "
"Back to the topic of the butler suit!" he interrupted me loudly as he always does "Can I come in?"
"I already said yes"
The minute he came in and shut the door carefully, I understood why he had been whispering and hiding outside without coming into the room immediately. And after that, I just couldn't stop myself from breaking into fresh peals of laughter. I was practically dying! I felt a lot better after one laughing fit. As they say, laughter is the best medicine. But I just couldn't stop there - not even when I saw Colin glaring at me, red faced "Thanks a lot for the support, Hermione"
"Well it is funny" I said, after a deep breath, still smiling at his butler attire
"I look like a sack of potatoes!"
I don't even think the phrase: a sack of potatoes appropriately described how Colin looked in the butler suit he had 'hired' for the evening.
"More like a scarecrow" I replied, still laughing. The positively old and battered black coat (which is the top) hung extremely loosely on his slightly built body and the pants hung about two inches above his ankles. There were holes all over the thing – it made him look like a tramp of some sort. All in all, it was a very comical sight. His longish sandy brown hair, which was in need of some serious trimming, just added to the effect.
"I'm not getting out of this room, looking like this, okay?"
"Well, you are the butler so I really don't see how you can avoid - "
"I'm going to lock myself up in here"
"Malfoy wouldn't approve"
"To hell with Malfoy then!"
I smiled at his out right defiance "I'm sure we can fix it" I said, reassuringly
"You can?"
"Mmmhmm"
"Oh god, Hermione! You are an angel! Please help me! I'll do anything for you"
I thought about his comment and smiled. Oh well. He's the one who had said it. Not me. "Anything?" I asked, wickedly
But Colin didn't seem to notice anything a miss. He was too busy being excited over the prospect of fixing his suit. "Anything" he replied, not aware of what he had gotten himself into.
"Fine, then. You've got to ask Francesca out on a date tomorrow" I said, ignoring Colin's shell shocked expression. I cut him off immediately, when I saw him opening his mouth to argue. "You can take her out for dinner. I can find out what she likes so that - "
"I can't ask her out!"
I shot him a what's-the-problem-now? look. "And why not, may I ask?"
But he didn't answer my question at all "Forget it, Hermione" he said, his face, if it was even possible, turning redder than before "I am not going to - "
"Well then, I guess, you'll have to forget about the suit. You can welcome the ministry officials, looking like a scarecrow"
"Hermione!"
"Hey, you were the one who said you'd do anything"
"When I said that I didn't mean…" he kept muttering to himself, darkly "You are a witch you know that!"
"I thought I was an angel?" I smiled, innocently before adding, irritatingly when I saw the glares he was shooting me. "Honestly Colin, it's just a date. And I'm doing it for your own good. It's very obvious that the both you are totally obsessed with each other. Everyone on this god forsaken planet can see that -"
"Fine. Fine!" said the twenty-three year old, covering his ears with his hands in effort of blocking out my voice. "I'll do it!"
"Well then, now that that's settled with, let's get started on your suit now" I smiled, immensely glad with the outcome.
Once again, I heard Colin mumble "Ladies!" I mean honestly. The pain I had to go through to ensure his happiness! Don't people ever appreciate (ahem) the hard work I do for them?
And so we started. I snipped here and I snipped there. I attached a piece here and another there. After an hour (of pricking myself with needles and trying hard to get my sewing spells right) of all this, we were done. I really was tired, to say the least. I had never been very good at sewing with magic…knitting maybe but never sewing. I would have done it manually but if using magic itself had taken that long…manually would have been…you get the point.
When Colin wore it after I had finished, I was quite proud of myself. He looked presentable. Very butler like. Even he was pretty amazed – considering how funny he had looked earlier. "Hermione! I sure owe you. Big time"
"'Yeah, you do" I said, collapsing on my bed in all my exhaustion "Just remember to ask Francesca out"
"Whatever" he muttered, grudgingly "Aren't you going to change yourself? You only have a maximum of two hours left you know"
"I will…in a second. I need to catch my breath first"
"Gee. It wasn't that tiring was it?" he asked, jokingly
"You didn't even do anything!"
He smiled "Hey, I brought the scissors!"
I rolled my eyes "Get out Colin. Right now"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going. Sheesh. Can't a man have some peace around here?"
"Out!"
"Okay! But I'm telling you. You better start changing. Don't you ladies take hours in front of the mirror -"
"Colin!" I seethed
"Okay! I'm out" he called, as he closed the door behind him, laughingly. The boy was even worse than Fred and George.
After a few minutes of resting my battered twenty four year old body, I decided that it was time to get ready as Colin had said. I got up at last and made my way towards the bathroom to have my shower. The cold water felt good on my weakened body and it, actually, sort of woke me up from my dazed state – staring at cloth for an extended period of time can do that to people. I then changed. I put on my white shirt, the business suit and then looked at myself in the mirror. I looked…plain. I tugged at the skirt, trying to make it longer. Then at the jacket. Nothing helped much (I had never taken this long, changing!). This continued for a while before I heard another knock on my door.
Looking at my reflection one last time, I opened it, fully expecting to see Colin's face again but instead Francesca stood in front of me, all glam herself. I have to say, she looked absolutely gorgeous in her halter necked, knee length, red dress. With her peroxide blonde wavy blonde hair flowing down her shoulders and her pale Malfoy skin glowing in the light…yeah need I go on? Looked like the Malfoy good looks had been stamped on her perfect features too. Next to her, I looked like a dried up old flower. Maybe even worse.
"You look beautiful" I complimented her as I shut the door behind her.
"Thanks. I came to check on you" she smiled "You don't look too bad yourself"
"Yeah right. You can stop joking now. I look down right horrible!" I moaned, moving towards the mirror again. When had I cared so much about how I looked? I mean, honestly!
"You don't look horrible" she said, thoughtfully "Just…"
"Plain?"
"Mmmmhmm…" she replied, deep in thought "You need to reveal some more"
I turned to her immediately, surprised as ever "Reveal?" I repeated, dumbly
"Yeah" she said moving towards me "Remove your jacket for a second" I did as she told me. "Now…remove the first two buttons of your shirt"
"What?" I gasped. I had trouble even thinking of removing one! Two was just close to impossible! "Francesca. We are talking about Ministry officials here and so - "
"Shut up" she said gently "Just do it and we'll see how it looks. If you don't like it…you can go back to normal"
I grudgingly agreed. The girl was a Malfoy after all. No one refused a Malfoy without a fight and I didn't have the strength to fight right then. I removed the first two buttons and put the jacket back on, removing the first three buttons in that (Francesca's advice) and I have to say – that changed the whole plain thing. The business suit suddenly looked sexy. I had no idea that it could!
"How do you like it?" asked Francesca, beaming. And I couldn't blame her. I mean, she had turned a frumpy old Hermione into a…Hermione I had never seen before
"Its…okay" I murmured, still surprised at my new reflection "But do you think that -"
"I think it looks perfect" interrupted Francesca "Now…bloody hell Hermione! Do get rid of those awful flats! You've got great legs. Flaunt them, girl!"
I was surprised once again "What do you mean?"
"I mean, wear some heels" she smiled, clicking hers on the marble floor like a salsa dancer.
"Oh no!" I said quickly "Oh no, you don't! I can't wear heels to save my life!"
"Yes, you can. Every girl can"
"I'll get blisters!"
"No pain, no gain – it's a readily accepted fact in the fashion industry" she said, all too knowingly "Do you have any?" she asked
"No" I was miserable. First the shirt, now this…it was so un-Hermione!
"Not to worry. I have a few pairs. I'll go check. You wait here for a second. I'll get some of my jewelry too. Those pearls don't suit your new style" She was, definitely, right about that. True to her word, she arrived with some strappy black high heels (which weren't as high as the ones she was wearing – thank god!) and a jewelry case. "I brought the smallest ones I could find to save you from dying of pain" she said, waving the shoes in front of me.
"How thoughtful of you" I said, sarcastically.
But she just smiled – it was like I was a Christmas present, she was unwrapping slowly, basking in the pleasure she was receiving. After being bombarded with the high heels and big hoop earrings (…those of which also belonged to the twenty year old), I looked nothing like the Hermione I once knew. I actually looked…well, pretty.
"Francesca…do you…I mean -"
"You look fine" she assured me "Now the hair" She didn't even wait for my consent this time as she gabbed her wand and started muttering a bunch of spells. After a great deal of pain invoking moments, she said "You can look at yourself now". She had covered my eyes as she had wanted it to be a surprise and boy, was I surprised all right. I looked…amazing. God, how show-offy do I sound? But it's the truth. She had done my hair in a bun, leaving a few strands out. It looked so classy…yet so sexy. How the hell had she managed that? I was having a hard time trying to comprehend the situation at hand. "So you like?"
I cleared my throat "I…its fine" But I could see that she knew I thought it more than fine.
"Well, that's good. Now, get up and twirl around for me. Whoa, hey nice tattoo by the way"
I stared at her for a few minutes, not understanding what she meant when suddenly, I got it. I remembered now. The tattoo I had gotten on my 18th birthday party – it had been a dare…Ron's fault by the way. He had claimed that I'd never do it in a million years. And boy, was he right. It was just THE most un-Hermionish thing, ever, on the planet. I was always the boring, prim and proper Hermione Granger. I still am. I hate change of any sort – it just isn't me. But Ginny, being the fun loving person she's always been, had accepted the challenge for me and made me go to one of the tattoo shops in Hogsmede.
I remember standing there with her, all frightened. I remember choosing the "Do not smoke" sign that graced most public areas. Well Ginny was the one who had chosen it for me as I had been too busy freaking out about the needles that adorned the small room. She had thought it'd actually be funny. And so in the end I got it on my calf and we'd all had a good laugh (well, not me so much). I absolutely hate it which is the reason why I try to cover it as much as possible (so much, that I'd even forgotten about it until now!). I had forgotten that you could see it with this skirt. Damn!
"Granger!" called Francesca, bringing me back to the real world "Start twirling" And I did. She smiled, happily and put her arm around me. I looked one last time in the mirror at the new Hermione I was seeing. "Its time to flaunt what you've got!"
"…Or what you've not got…" I muttered under my breath which earned me a small slap from Francesca. I hope this works out! I hope Colin has found Poppet…and if he hasn't, I hope Malfoy doesn't find out that he hasn't….
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DRACO MALFOY'S PERSONAL ORGANIZER
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Okay I was more than surprised when Granger came down the stairs with Francesca by her side. It wasn't just the fact that the both of them were holding hands but it was also that…well…Granger looked different. I should be burnt alive for saying this but she actually looked hot. I nearly dropped the cigarette I had been smoking earlier (I was agitated again okay! The ministry officials were coming in ten fucking minutes!) when she materialized in front of me. But of course, I didn't tell her all this. I wasn't that crazy – well not yet, anyway.
"What were you taking so long for?" I snapped, angrily at the both of them instead, trying hard not to focus on the amount of skin that was exposed in Granger's…um… frontal area.
"Hermione, here, was getting dressed" informed Francesca
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, you guys are five freaking minutes late"
"Put a sock in it, Draco" And I did. I noticed that Granger was staring at me too – like the way I had at her, a few minute ago. I was wearing one of my newly bought wizarding robes that looked somewhat like the muggle suits, those bloody muggles wear. I wouldn't have been wearing it (I hate associating myself with muggles, whatever the reason!) if it wasn't for the fact that this was the new style that is, clearly, worn by the important wizards of today's world. And boy, did I need to be fucking important today. When my eyes met hers, a jolt of electricity seemed to run through my body and suddenly I felt a bit dizzy. She quickly turned way. I moved away too. God! That grapefruit smell was killing me!
As I walking a bit further, I felt someone by my side. I turned, only to find my cousin with me "Expecting someone else were you?" she asked, cheekily
"Put a sock in it" I mimicked her.
She just laughed "So how do you like her?"
"Who?"
"Aw…come on Draco…stop playing around. I mean, Hermione of course!"
"From when did you two decide to become best friends?" I asked, attempting to change the subject.
"Stop changing the subject! I've done a good job on her, haven't I?"
"Its…err…okay" I muttered
She laughed once again "Have you seen her tattoo, my dear cousin?"
"Tattoo?" I asked, surprised. Granger with a tattoo…yeah right? Puh-leeze. Francesca was surely fibbing, like she always did. But I, soon, found out that she was far from lying.
"Turn around and look at her calf" she told me. I did and sure enough, right in front me, on the girl's calf, was the "Don't smoke" sign, tattooed across it. Shit! Holy fucking hell! What was the world coming to! Granger with a tattoo of all people? I was so surprised that I dropped my cigarette as a result. Francesca laughed heartily at my response "I have a feeling that you'll definitely give up smoking now"
I glared at her, taking my eyes off Granger's, surprisingly, sexy, long legs. Girls with legs like that don't usually hide them behind long pants the way Granger does. But then this is Granger we are talking about. But, hell, a tattoo? I, certainly, wasn't expecting that! "She's a mudblood, Francesca. I would never - "
"And yet, you kissed her so thoroughly yesterday"
I was so surprised. "How do you - "
"The maids know everything" she replied, cheekily, once again.
I was about retort myself, when I heard Creevey suddenly call "They are here!" Immediately everyone stood up straight. I moved past Francesca, who had run to get the drinks, towards the corridor. Granger was there, messing with her clothes. "You look fine" I told her. And immediately, I regretted my words. Shit! She looked at me, surprised too. What in the world had I freaking done? I had never actually complimented her before now.
"You don't look too bad yourself" she laughed. I smiled. Trust her to break the awkwardness. I stared at the door waiting for Creevey to give us a second warning. "Who am I playing, this evening?" asked Granger, attempting, I could see, to break the silence (I was nervous as hell! And I'm rarely ever nervous!).
"I'm the host. You are the hostess"
"What do I do to - "
"Smile and act like you're glad they are here when in reality, you are cursing the whole lot of them the whole bloody time" I advised
She half-smiled "I'll see what I can do"
Just then Creevey popped his head in. "Are you ready?" he whispered. I could hear the officials scurrying about outside
"Bring it on!" I smirked
"Your call" he smiled and with that he left us to open the door for our visitors.
When I heard Colin greeting them, I turned to Granger "That's our call. Time to -"
"…flaunt what we've got" finished the mudblood for me. I raised my eye brows at her. "Francesca" she offered, in answer to my silent question
"I thought so"
Just then, I heard Creevey close the front door. I moved towards the huge ones that blocked us from the living room which was where Creevey was to take the gentlemen. I could hear Granger whisper "Lights, camera…"
"Action!" I finished for her. We smiled at each other one last time (yeah, I can't believe it either but I've given up trying to find the reason for our sudden tolerance of each other) before opening the door to meet everyone. "Good evening!" I smiled at everyone "Welcome to Lanconsmere!"
The games had begun.
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Author's Note: So how was it? Boring? Okay? It was too long wasn't it? I thought so too. I wanted to spread this out to two chapters but then decided against it. Well, I hoped you guys liked it nevertheless! I'm sorry if there were in grammatical/spelling errors – it's hard to check this more than once considering how long it is! I have a feeling there was a lot in this. If there was…I'm sorry.
I'll try to update whenever I can! I promise that I'm not abandoning this story so please don't give it up coz I love the reviews too much :P! Hehehe. I got to go now. Till later…adios amigo!