A/N:-Sorry for the delay. My grandmother passed away and I had to fly back to the motherland. Things have been a bit hectic and weird. And I apologise in advance if this chapter seems half hearted and shit, I just didn't really want to leave anyone hanging for too long.

I don't own anything.

Hermione had been away for a month and Harry had search that entire time and still came up empty. He worked outside his hours as an Auror with the help of a few other aurors. His 'project' became quite noticeable to his other co- workers and they eagerly wanted to help him. Though, the purpose was as simple as reuniting a mother and son, the other aurors were in it for the chance of being closely associated with Harry Potter. Harry was indeed flattered when they approached him and offered their help and saw no hesitation in accepting.

He was grateful that Lavender was due anytime and Ron had taken parental leave early. He did not want to argue with his friend over why he was looking for their former enemy. That would bring up Narcissa's relationship with Hermione and it was not his place to tell Ron. That was all up to Hermione, even though the two seemed to get along at the ball.

So together with his fellow aurors they would go out and question wizards and witch's about Draco and the last time they had seen him. They would even keep their ears open at the Leaky Cauldron on a Friday night as the pub was a known home ground for gossip. But it had not worked. Every question they asked went unanswered. Every piece of gossip they used as important information would end up being a dead lead.

By the fourth week he had had enough. He had asked nearly everyone Draco was close to around the time of the war and nothing worked. So he began to use the ministries resources. He got in contact with the Head of Intelligence, Petrina Hayes and asked when and where was the last time Draco had used his wand. Since the old hag owed him a favour she pulled records showing that Draco had not used his wand since the war. Harry quickly thanked her and apparated straight to Hermione's flat.

He and Narcissa became worried that since Draco did not use his wand since the war, there was a very huge possibility that he could be dead. Considering it was over six years ago it was almost unheard of in their world, for a wizard not to use his wand on a daily basis.

So that afternoon he was with the former Mrs Malfoy, he asked her questions that he had never asked before. Who was he close to? Was there a girlfriend? Was there anyone who would help Draco disappear?

Narcissa of course couldn't really answer all those questions. To Harry she looked embarrassed that she did not know if her son had a girlfriend. After all a mother should know all those things about her son, but Narcissa chose to look away and switch off whenever her son would want to talk about those things. And Harry could see that she now regretted it. He tried a different tactic, one that would not be so close to her vulnerability. He asked if Goyle and Crabbe were close enough to Draco for him to trust them.

At that Narcissa shook her head and confirmed Harry's thought's that they were only his cronies. The blonde did say that if there was anyone in Slytherin that her son did trust it would have had to have been Blaise Zabini. Harry remembered that it was Zambini that had escorted Narcissa to the Minister's Ball. He also knew that the Zabini's, like the Malfoy's, had the money to make someone disappear and start over fresh again. But he did not go after Zabini straight away. He needed a plan, there was nothing done illegally, so Zabini would not even have to answer any of the questions he had.

Something in him told him that there was going to be great danger.

Thirty one days Hermione had been away and Narcissa was lonelier than ever before. True to her word she stayed at Hermione's flat. It was modern which was a lot different to the medieval manor she used to call home. She even enjoyed it there. But she was slightly bored. There was nothing but reading and waiting for Harry that occupied her days. Though, she was a woman who spent her adult life sitting in luxury, her impatience in wanting to find Draco, made her anxious. She wanted to help Harry look for her son but he would not let her.

Narcissa stood still in front of the large oak wooden bookcase in Hermione's spare room. In the afternoons she liked to go to the room when the afternoon sun shone through the windows and choose a book to read. Hermione held a vast collection and Narcissa was amazed that she wasn't yet bored of the material yet.

After showing her how to use a cell phone, Ginny Potter would visit regularly. They had formed something of an understanding. The red head certainly had a sense of humour that she was not accustomed to. Her thoughts drifted to one of the visits she got from Mrs Potter.

"I always thought that you were too good for him." Ginny murmured sitting across from the blonde.

Narcissa had just brewed a pot of tea. Domestic chores were something that she had never done before. Up until a few months ago she would have never been seen dead in a kitchen or even cleaning. But somehow she enjoyed it. It gave her more of a distraction from worrying about Draco to thinking about her brunette lover. She was grateful that she did have the use of her wand, she was yet to try cleaning without the aid of magic.

"I could not avoid it even though I tried." She poured tea into a cup for Ginny and then one for herself. The marriage was a sham from the very beginning. Arranged by her parents because Andy ran off with a muggle and Bella's marriage to Rodolphus still didn't cover the shame her parents endured in the pureblood society. And what better for her father to give the baby of his family to a Malfoy. "Marrying Lucius brought not only valuable connections to the Black family but also security."

From across the table Ginny just sat staring at the older blonder who still held her beauty that betrayed her age. Narcissa's movements were graceful but were not as arrogant in the nature it used to be. Ginny smiled inwardly at the change in her friend's lover. "Then aren't you glad that you're out of it?"

Narcissa nodded.

They then spoke on lighter subjects, such as Ginny's career playing Quittich, to the latest trends of dress robes. After all they were not friends, so it was a waste of time for them to pretend that they were. The only thing they really did have in common was the curly haired brunette in Guatemala. If it was not for Hermione, Narcissa probably would have never even given a second glance at Ginny Potter. And Ginny would have never even bothered to waste her time talking to the pureblood witch. But there they were talking over tea as if two wars never separated their world.

For Narcissa it was liberating. As a society witch one was never too honest and definitely not too relaxed in the company with others. In all the years she had hosted a tea party in the many rooms of Malfoy Manor, she never gave her honest opinion, especially in the presence of other pureblood witch's. So with this red head she found it easy to chat and be honest about it, without being judged. She felt relaxed until Ginny began to talk about Hermione's parents.

"She has told you about them?" The red head asked.

"Yes she has." Narcissa quietly responded.

"Well, when she came back from Australia, she had changed." Ginny looked down into her tea. "Though, most of us did after the war, but she came back a lot less timid than she ever was. And no one noticed except for Harry and I. Ron was too caught up in the glory of being Harry's best friend to notice that his relationship with Hermione was dying. So by the time she went to work for the ministry, their relationship was as dead as Voldemort."

Narcissa listened quietly absorbing the information Ginny was giving her. She felt no need to interrupt or even nod in agreement. She just listened.

"So when she eventually broke it off with Ron, I wasn't really surprised." Narcissa cocked her head to the side at those words. "And then when my brother came crying to Harry and I asking that we try and talk some sense into her, I told him just to own the fact that they had split up."

Narcissa got the impression that Ginny was implying she never understood her brother's relationship with Hermione.

"The three of us should have known by then that when Mione said it was over, it was over. But that didn't stop Harry from going to talk to her." Ginny rolled her eyes. "And she bit his head off. Good on her I say, her and my brother were clearly a mismatch, I'm just glad she realised that so early into their relationship. After that we hardly ever saw her. She travelled a lot and was hardly ever home but even when she was, it was just a quick dinner at our place and then she was gone."

The two sat in silence for a few moments. Narcissa waited patiently for the red head to get out what she really wanted to say.

"Even after her promotion we still rarely saw her." Ginny gave the blonde a faint smile. " So thank for bringing our friend back to us."

Narcissa gave her a small smile and took a sip of her tea.

"Even though she was confused as hell and more sexually frustrated as Ron now that Lavender is ready to drop."

Narcissa nearly spat her tea out and ungracefully chocked it down her throat. She recovered quickly by clearing her throat more so to compose herself in front of a very amused red head. How much had Hermione told her friend about them? She considered the brunette to be more private about such matters. Could she have been wrong?

"She didn't tell me about your love life. Or even that it was you that she was after." Ginny tried to hide a teasing smile.

Narcissa visibly relaxed. She had endured enough shame by being married to Lucius and she didn't know if she could do it being with Hermione. It would be a different shame, a shame that would definitely draw her into seclusion for the rest of her life. It was one thing for wizardry England to know that she was the wife who got cheated on repeatedly and then laughed at after the war in her husband's shame. But it was entirely another thing if Hermione Granger told the wife of the most famous wizard in the world about their sex life. So she took a deep relieved breath.

"But judging by the marks that were on your neck the morning she left." Ginny grinned oblivious to the previous signs of discomfort by the blonde. "Things got a bit heated between you two."

This time Narcissa dropped her tea cup. It felt with a little thud on the polished wooden table, lukewarm tea soaking the white table cloth. In shock the older witch just stared at the red head. She was grateful that her jaw did not drop at the comment. Until the dinner they had with the Potter's no one would have ever dared to talk to her like that. But that's what came with being involved with someone who was a lot younger than her. Hermione was from an age that was far less conservative than her.

"Thank Merlin, I'm not the neighbour." Ginny giggled.

Narcissa was a quick learner. She knew that she would be wasting time and effort by getting upset at the comments Ginny would make. And she certainly didn't want to drive a wedge between Ginny's friendship with Hermione over it. She could either laugh looking at the lighter side of the red head's humour. Or she could give it back. She chose the latter. "Then consider yourself fortunate or less fortunate that you are not the neighbour, we could have invited you to join us."

Now there were two tea cups that had been dropped on the table. Ginny was so used to her friends and her husband telling her shut her up, when got too carried away. She was even used to the lectures her parents would give her, even the rolling eyes she received from her sister in laws, Lavender, Fleur and Angelina. This time she had clearly met her match with the former Mrs Malfoy. Perhaps that's what Hermione liked about the blonde, she was certainly quick off the mark, so to speak. Ginny grinned at the blonde who was laughing at her. "Why didn't you? I would have joined in."

Narcissa smiled at the flashback and picked a book to read. She hoped Hermione would come home soon, she was beginning to really miss the brunette's absence, not only from seeing her everyday but also in the bedroom.

Lucius lay in his bed quite sated. His former mistress turned girlfriend of sorts was curled in the foetal position on the far side of the four poster bed. Her dark long hair cascading down to her waistline only moving slightly at her slow breathing. Her white skin glowing in the dark of the night. She was a woman who tended to all his needs and had done so for many years. They had met at a muggle brothel, back then Draco was only a baby and Narcissa was too pre occupied with their son. Lucius of course lost interest in his ex-wife the moment she told him she was pregnant. And that's what led him to Rachel.

She was only sixteen when he chose her. He wanted someone young and definitely not of wizardry background. And that's what he got from the long line of un-healthy, drug induced girls the owner of the brothel presented him with. So for the first eighteen months he would visit the disgusting brothel, twice a week. There he got to do everything in his sexual desire that Narcissa absolutely refused to do. Rachel would go down on her knees and suck his manhood until his eyes rolled back into his head. Whereas Narcissa had slapped his face for even asking that she do such a thing. Rachel would also let him enter her from behind and pull her hair. The muggle loved it rough, though Lucius did not care, his needs were paramount. Narcissa on the other hand would ask for more foreplay but he would deny her by entering her while she was not ready.

Then the unthinkable happened. He was always to careful when it came to contraceptive but Rachel fell pregnant not long after Draco turned three. He knew that the child was his. He had paid the brothel owner a generous amount of muggle money to ensure that no one else but him touched Rachel. He had tried everything to convince her to get rid of it. But she didn't.

So he brought her a townhouse in an acceptable area of London. He made sure that she stopped her consistence abuse of muggle drugs. Once she had moved in to the house he made no contact with her for almost a year. But eventually the frigidness of Narcissa drove him back to Rachel. She was a simple person, caring only for their son David. When Lucius saw the toddler he resembled a darker version of Draco. And again Lucius did not care for either of David or Rachel but only for the raging release to could get out of the toddler's mother. So he resumed his twice weekly visits to Rachel.

Lucius demanded that the boy already be in his own bed when he arrived. Rachel was happy to comply with that. It was generous enough of him to shelter and feed them, he did not want anything more.

But he was wrong. By the time Draco was in his fourth year at Hogwarts, Lucius together with Rachel had had four more children. Peter, Candice, Trevor and Desmond were all platinum blonde's like himself. Over that period of time he had moved Rachel and her family to the English countryside. She needed a larger house to accommodate her children, but that did not stop her from voicing the children's questions.

Lucius rolled his eyes at the memories. All he wanted was sex and she would go on and on about the children wanting to spend time with their father. He would tell her that he did not have the time for any of them. And then when that excuse did not get her to spread her legs, he would beat her.

One night while he housed Lord Voldemort and his fellow Death Eaters in Malfoy Manor, Lucius snuck away to Rachel. He was stressed that he had fail yet again to impress his master. Keeping him on edge was Narcissa's deranged sister Bellatrix, she always had her eye on him whenever she was around. But that night he went to Rachel anyway, and for the first time in the many years that he had known her, he did not get the welcome he was expecting.

Rachel wanted to talk about their children. She refused to lie on the bed and threatened to wake that children so that he would have no choice but to meet them. He ignored her by taking his robes off. Then she began to rant that he was not man enough to be a father. He then put a silencing charm on the room without her noticing and beat her to a pulp. At first he punched her head repeatedly until she was knocked unconscious. Then when she fell on the ground he kicked her around never missing her ribs.

Lucius smiled over at his lover. She had learnt to be completely submissive after that night. She should have been grateful that he did not kill her like he did to his other lover. And now she was. Rachel was just how a woman should be. If only Narcissa was like Rachel, but then when Bellatrix was alive, he did not dare to cross Narcissa in the fear of her crazy sister's wrath. In Lucius's mind men, especially pueblood men, had a right to treat a woman anyway they wanted.

After the war, after it was Narcissa and Potter that had saved him from Azkaban, it was Rachel he went to. He still did not care for his children like he did not care for Draco but he did have his needs. And his needs needed more tending to after his ego took a battering. He became more careless with his affair which led to Narcissa divorcing him.

In the bed Lucius stretched. Rachel had worked him good and hard. He would get more in the morning. His life was slowly turning in the path that it was destined to be in. He now had control of Malfoy Manor, he had a woman that was submissive, a wizard he had paid to find Draco. And most importantly a greedy wizard such as himself that happened to be sitting interim head of Department that Hermione Mudblood sat as.

Hermione was over the subtropical heat of Guatemala. She was over looking for the vial that she couldn't even find. She was still in the process of grid searching the ancient city of Kaminalijuyu. It had already been a month and there was still no sign of it anywhere. The only comfort she had was the fine selection of tequila from the muggle hotel bar and the weekly phone calls from Narcissa.

She sighed standing from the small desk in her room and slowly stripped to her underwear. The heat was that unbearable that she had to shower more than twice every day. If it wasn't hot, it was humid. And it was only at night and in the safety of her room did cast a cooling spell. But it gave her little comfort. She just wanted to go back to London, back to Narcissa.

And she knew that she would not be able to do that until she found the vial. With limited time to search Kaminalijuyu in the late hours of the night, she could do nothing but try and research during the day. She walked up and down the many stairs of the underground ancient city. She would even run her fingers along the adobe made walls searching for something that could lead her to her ticket home. One night in the mist of her frustration she even sat on the Kings Throne overlooking and fragile court. She was tempted to carve her name in the adobe throne but she decided against it. Instead she pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket and crossed off another grid of the ancient city with a muggle pencil.

It proved to be a repeat of events. She would go and search another part of the ancient city, come up with nothing and cross it off the map. During the day she would go to the National Library of Guatemala and try to decipher the Spanish text pertaining to the excavation of the ancient city and its classical history.

She even went to the wizardry side of Guatemala and sent a letter, via owl, informing Kingsley about her progress or lack thereof. And she asked if there was a possibility that it was taken when the city had been excavated. His response was short and to the point, he was not aware that it had been found.

So there she was. In her room, half naked, tired and frustrated that she had no leads. She went into the bathroom and turned the cold water tap of the shower on full blast and stepped into the small cubical. She didn't even bother to take her underwear off she just stood under the water. She sighed again hoping that it would not only cool her temperature but also her temper.

After showering and dressing in casual light muggle clothes she found herself standing in the elevator going down to the hotel bar. When it stopped she made her way over to the bar smiling at the concierge and then decided to change her route.

On the wizardry side of Guatemala she found a pub of sorts that looked like it had been made out of corrugated iron. She grimaced thinking that it would be just as hot in the tin shack and entered. To her surprise it was cool and there weren't many people around. And it was dimly lit with a few candles floating around making the bar seem seedy. A few Hispanic wizards looked at her curiously as she approached the bar. A friendly witch took her order and then gave her the most worm busting tequila she had ever tasted.

Hermione moved from the bar after her first drink and went to a table in the far corner of the pub. She hated being stared at by strangers. And it made her blood boil when those strangers would point at her and speak in their native tongue. So she found some solitude sitting in the dark. It gave her time to think about the first phone call she got from Narcissa.

Groaning at the constant ringing sound Hermione opened her eyes and snatched up the phone from the bedside table.

"Hello." Her voice was laced with disuse.

"Hermione?"

Hermione cleared her throat. "Narcissa?"

"Who else would be calling you?"

Hermione rubbed her eyes with the back of her free hand. "No one. What time is it there?"

"It's 8:00am." There was a short pause. "What time is it there?"

The brunette turned her head to the red digital lights of the alarm clock. "It's 3:00am."

"Oh I could call back."

"No"

"Oh"

Hermione yawned and then stretched. "I take it Ginny has been over to show you how to use the cell phone."

"Yes, she came yesterday and ended up staying for dinner. She has quite the sense of humour." Narcissa responded. "And I forgot about the calling you until this morning."

"Don't believe everything she has to tell you about me." Hermione joked.

"Do you have something that you are hiding Miss Granger?"

"Certainly not Ms Black." Hermione smiled into her dark room. "Hasn't even been forty eight hours and I already miss you."

There was a pause on the other end and then a light giggle.

"What is so amusing?" Hermione asked.

"I must get used to speaking to you without seeing you because I just nodded." Narcissa said slowly. "How is your search going?"

"Not much progress but it's too early to say that." Hermione rolled on to her side. "How's Harry going?"

"He has questioned me and like you hasn't made much progress either."

"He will find him for you Cissy." Hermione said softly. "If there was anyone that could find Draco, it would be Harry."

Sounding more cavalier than what Hermione thought the blonde was actually feeling, Narcissa said. "As you said its early days."

On a more brighter note Hermione asked. "So what's your plans for the rest of the week?"

The continued to talk for a few more minutes about Narcissa's plans she had made with Ginny. Hermione was surprised that the two were getting along well. Even more impressed that Narcissa wasn't perturbed at Ginny's sense of humour. But she was happy that there was someone to keep her blonde company. They said their goodbyes quickly neither witch wanting to end the call, Hermione was stunned that it was the blonde who hung up first and not her.

'Ginny must be right.' Hermione thought as she took a sip of her drink.

She was consumed so far into her thoughts about Narcissa that she didn't notice someone was standing at her table speaking rapidly in Spanish.

"Sorry I don't speak Spanish." Hermione looked up at the voice. It was a young witch not that much older than herself. She like Hermione was a brunette but with long straight hair. Typical of a South American that she was olive. This witch was dressed in expensive dark black robes that extenuated her curvy figure.

"Oh, sorry I was asking if it was ok to join you?" The woman smiled.

Hermione was about to decline but then quickly changed her mind. "Please have a seat." Hermione gestured opposite her.

"I'm Camilla." The olive woman said as she settled down.

"I'm Hermione."

"As in Hermione Granger?" The South American frowned.

Hermione shifted in her seat. "Yes that's my full name."

"You helped Harry Potter defeat the Dark Lord?" Camilla asked. She looked across at the curly haired witch who was dressed in un fashionable muggle clothes dark green cargo pants and a plain white t-shirt.

"I was not the only one who helped Harry." Hermione retorted. "There were many others that lost their lives so he could defeat Voldemort."

Camilla nodded.

Hermione hated it when those who knew fuck all about the war and didn't even fight made assumptions about the victorious light. She gritted her teeth but chose her hide her annoyance. People like this Camilla, no matter how beautiful, were the reason why she didn't even want to associate with the wizardry world.

"Forgive me." Camilla apologised. "We only had copies of the Daily Prophet that would give information about the war."

Hermione gave her a faint smile. The media always tended to blow things out of proportion. Yes Harry did defeat Voldemort, but only in a small section at the back of the newspaper did it mention Harry testified on behalf of Narcissa, because she saved his life. She decided she should take it easy on this witch. "That's fine. Your English is very good by the way."

"So is my French." Camilla raised her glass to her lips. She tried to hide the flirtatious smile that she wanted to throw at the curly head witch. "I went to Beauxbaton."

All Hermione done was raised her eyebrows. This witch must be of money for her family to send her to France for her education.

"My parents always said that of we were boys, my sister and I would have gone to Durmstrang." Camilla laughed.

So she had to either be a pureblood or half Hermione concluded. She found it strange that there were other pureblood families that were not European. But she was not surprised that some of those families harboured pureblood supremacy beliefs.

"And you are sitting with the likes of me because?" Hermione asked bluntly.

Camilla shrugged as if she had not ever had a care in the world. "What my parents believe in are not the same as what I believe."

Hermione nodded.

"What brings you to Guatemala?" Camilla asked her dark eyes sparkling.

"I'm on holiday." Hermione lied easily. That was one thing she had learnt in her job. At first it was hard because she very rarely had done it growing up. Now she could do it without the blink of an eyelash. "I want to go sightseeing."

Camilla smiled again and leant her elbows on the table. "This country is not exactly a tourist destination."

"I wanted a change of scenery." Hermione laughed before she took a sip of her drink. "I work a lot so when I decided to go on holiday, I thought I'd go somewhere where I'm not known."

Camilla had finished her drink, she looked across at the curly haired witch who was now smiling. "Ah, no wonder you got fiery when I knew your name."

Hermione casually put her hands on her thighs and shrugged.

"So if you are here to holiday, then let's drink." Camilla offered.

Hermione lifted her glass to her lips. "Yes let's drink."

One bottle of tequila later Camilla had become very drunk. Hermione was slightly intoxicated but not enough to lose her bearings or not enough to let her tongue fly. However, Camilla was.

"You know it feels like I have known you for years." Camilla reached forward and touched Hermione's hand. "You are very beautiful."

Hermione pulled her hand away and changed the subject. "Do you know of an ancient city called Kaminalijuyu? I am wanting to go on a tour."

Camilla sat back in her chair and smiled. "Yes, apparently there's a legend."

"Oh what is that?" Hermione though, she had rarely ever done it, played dumb.

"That there is Gukumatz soul in a vial somewhere in the city." Camilla drunkenly whispered. "I don't know where the other half is. But he was a powerful wizard that the muggles thought he was a god."

Hermione sobered at the information. As far as she knew not many people were aware of Gukumatz. "That's some story."

"Oh no." Camilla laughed. "It is true, my father has been looking for it for a while now. I think that he should just be happy with what he has. But you know rich men, can't be satisfied and are always after more."

Hermione licked her lips and noticed that Camilla had been watching her, with a knowing look. She managed to evade the questions threatening to slip from Camilla by asking. "What are your parent's names?"

"Maria and Julio Esteves." Camilla answered.

Hermione memorised the names as she took a sip of her drink. She put the empty glass back down on to the table. The bar was now littered with more people. Again she was getting stared at and even more people were pointing at Camilla. But the South American didn't seem to notice, she had all of her attention on Hermione. Smiling unnecessarily, laughing at almost everything Hermione would say, casually touching the curly haired witch's hand whenever she could. Hermione knew that this woman was after something. So why could they not use each other? She thought.

"Does the famous Hermione Granger have a boyfriend?" Camilla asked

"No." Hermione shook her head. "What about you?"

"Oh no, that was thing with going to an all-girls school, I seem to only be attracted to woman." Camilla laughed heartedly. She wanted this Hermione Granger. She was extremely sexy behind being blunt at first. The English witch was not oblivious to her advances. Camilla really just wanted to sit on her very well sculptured face and do Merlin knows what else.

For the next hour or so Hermione managed to avoid Camilla's advances by asking more random questions. From that she found out that the South American witch worked for the family company developing potions to stop the long lasting effects of the curucio curse. Camilla also told her about the attempts her parents were making to marry her off. Typical of a pureblood family Hermione thought. And in the mist of that conversation Hermione found out that the Estevez family had connections in England. The more Camilla drank, the more she told.

Now that Hermione was weary of Camilla's father, she just goaded the South American into pretty much telling her life story.

"So my father supported the Dark during your war." Camilla dramatically rolled her eyes. "Always in it for the glory."

That man, the way his daughter described him sounded just like Lucius Malfoy. Greedy and power hungry. Hermione's thoughts of her lover's ex-husband shifted to the haughty blonde herself, waiting for her in England. She smiled at the memory of those mesmerizing blue eyes.

Camilla saw the smile that came from Hermione and decided it was time to pounce. She reached out and lightly touched Hermione's hand. When the curly haired witch snatched her hands away and shoved them under the table, Camilla began to tease her. "You are playing hard to get."

Hermione abruptly stood almost knocking the table, she looked down at Camilla for a moment before walking over to the bar.

Camilla watched as Hermione spoke and made hand gestures to the barmaid. Perhaps there was someone waiting for her in England, Camilla mused. She didn't care, all she wanted was a good time. And she had been with enough women to know that this Hermione Granger was exactly the type that would give her fun and then some in the bedroom.

Hermione approached the table again but did not sit down as she neared Camilla. She threw a torn piece of parchment down on to the table. And before she turned to walk away she uttered. "I'm not playing hard to get."

Camilla blinked at Hermione's absence and then quickly grabbed the parchment off the table. She smirked as she read the note written by the English witch. 'Meet me at the front of Avlon Hotel tomorrow night. Be there at 8:00pm.'