DM's POV

For the following week, Draco had to share the same bed with Granger. The bed was huge enough to accommodate the two of them but it was awkward to lie down beside Granger. She could have suffocated him while he was fast asleep in the middle of the night. She was both an early bird and night owl, requiring very little sleep and could stay awake for two days without a nap. A little crack or the faint footsteps at the corridor could wake her up and made her unable to fall asleep again, since he could feel the different weight distribution soon as a tiny sound rang, she kept shifting her body and he could hardly suppress the urge to make her stop wriggling.

The Prince's party would be held in five days and strangely, he noticed Granger being nervous.

"Don't tell me you are actually afraid of parties and balls," said Draco. "You were that Krum's ball partner years ago."

"I am not afraid!" yelled Granger. "It's just, I am thinking of Adrian Phelps."

"Don't tell me you fall in love with him at first sight, I am not buying such tales."

"I am not falling in love with anybody! You get that? I am just thinking of him, just!"

"So what exactly are you thinking about then, Mrs. Hermione Malfoy née Granger?"

Granger rolled her eyes and began,

"He looks like a neighbour in my childhood."

Draco sat up straight.

"Neighbour?"

"I remember a boy that looks likes him living across the street."

"What kind of tale is that? Knowing each other since childhood but parted for a couple of years, then reunite when they grow up?"

"If you don't believe me, it is completely fine!" said Granger. "And one more thing, I need to get a more decent dress."

"I thought you are going to bring your old periwinkle blue dress."

"Come on, I was 15 at that time! I have grown!"

"Yeah, definitely," said Draco, smirking as his eyes slowly scanned from her neck to her chest, and her face immediately turned crimson.

"You pervert!"

Draco's laughter rang in the room.

"After thinking for the whole night, I think the dress in my luggage is just not good enough for a party like that."

"Yeah, definitely."

"I'm going out," said Granger, grabbing the key card and her wallet.

As she opened the door, Draco immediately pressed his hand against the door and closed it.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," he said. "Calm down."

"No!"

"Calm down!"

"No, I am calm, I just need to get out and buy myself a decent dress. I am pretty sure that you do not want to accompany ladies to shopping."

"Well, I don't want you to get kidnap by any perverts around the corner."

"Do I look like I am going to get kidnapped in any second?"

"Yeah," replied Draco.

Granger rolled her eyes.

"Fine," announced Granger. "You can come with me."

Draco grinned and they went out of the room. They headed to the restaurant and chose a table at the corner, hoping that their conversation would not arouse Muggles' suspicion.

"Hi, Hermione," said a female voice.

Turner walked towards them, with Morgan in his arm.

"I see you two obviously enjoying your trip," said Draco.

"You can also do that, you know," said Turner.

"You boys enjoy your chat," said Granger, getting up from the chair. "Me and Cassandra are going to get some goodies."

The two girls hurried off to the buffet table and grabbed their plates.

"Finally, men talk," said Draco.

"Come on, let's get something," said Turner and they walked to the buffet table, examining the pancakes.

"Seems that you two are more than just getting along," said Draco. "The Marriage Law won't have much effects than."

"Better get someone before we turn 21," he explained, placing the hot cakes on his plate. "Want some?"

Draco nodded and Turner placed a few slice of pancakes on his plate, then poured a spoonful of golden syrup on the steamy flat cakes.

"If only she's that pleasant," mumbled Draco.

"She's not that bad, is she?"

"What would you do if your wife is your enemy while at Hogwarts?"

"Hate is a just passion that is of equal interest to love," explained Turner. "Both are irrational passions that can lead to extreme behaviour."

"The problem is I can't have her stay still and make babies!"

"Oh that's a real pain," said Turner and he chuckled badly.

They went back to their seats, Turner began,

"Mind you, you have to do it anyway."

"I know, I guess we will just wait until last minute."

"Perhaps alcohol could do some help-"

"Don't even think about it. I am certain that she will hate me even more."

"Actually, I don't think she hates you as much as you describe."

"You know women can be very pretentious."

Turner shrugged, cutting his pancakes.

"Markie, I get you an orange juice," said Morgan as she came back with a heap of salad on her plates.

"Thanks, darling," replied Turner cheerfully and gave a kiss on his girlfriend's rosy cheek.

Sickly in love, thought Draco.

Granger sat down and her fork dived into the pile of lettuce. He tried to picture the scene of kissing her on the cheek, but failed. It would only earn him a slap, or a punch in the face. So far, she was the only girl who had the nerve to punch him, not even his mother dared to cross him.

"Hermione, have you prepared your dress for the party yet?" asked Morgan.

"I am going to get one later this afternoon," answered Granger. "With a nosy security guard accompanying me."

"Nice title there, Malfoy," commented Turner, laughing.

"Can you shut up and eat your pancakes in peace?" said Draco, annoyed.

"Oooh, scary," said Turner and quickly wolfed down his cakes as he met Draco's eyes.

"Do you need my help?" offered Morgan. "You know men do not have sharp sense in fashion."

"It's okay, you two enjoy your day."

Morgan showed a small grin and she ate the fresh chicken pieces.

After breakfast, Draco and Granger went out of the hotel and began their search in the area. Despite not knowing how on earth she managed to communicate with the local salespeople, he decided not to ask, asking would only earn him a scorn.

He had to admit, she had a sharp taste for fashion, she could match colours and style without thinking, earning much admiration from the salespeople. To be honest, all gowns looked good on her, if he had to complain, tight black evening gowns made her look too seductive and pure white dress made her too innocent.

Three hours passed and without lunch, they had almost visited every boutique in the area. Finally they arrived at the entrance of an old-fashioned boutique.

"Здравствуйте!" said Granger as they entered the shop.

"Whatever it is, doesn't sound Georgian," mumbled Draco.

Granger let out a sigh.

"Obviously you don't even have basic knowledge to world history," she said. "Georgia was part of Soviet Union and this is why most Georgians can sepak Russian."

"I study history of the wizarding world, not Muggle world!"

"Yet you are in a Muggle boutique."

An old man came out from the storage room and quickly, Granger recited her lengthy speech. The old man hurriedly gave her a few blue and pink dress for her and she went into the fitting room. Having nothing to do, he decided to sat down and read some fashion magazines. Since not knowing a word of Georgian, he quickly flipped throught the pages. He was glad that the magazines were thick enough to idle his time, by the time he finished, Granger came out of the fitting room in a dark blue gown.

"Wonderful!" exclaimed a voice.

The voice revealed himself to be a man in his mid-thirties, his charming blue eyes were glistening and his golden brown hair shone under the light. He was Adrian Phelps.

Granger almost let out a gasp, but immediately she covered it with a smile.

"It looks good on you," he commented. "It would look perfect if you have gloves...Джапаридзе, у вас есть мягкие синие перчатки (Japaridze, do you have soft blue gloves) ?"

The man took out a box from the shelf and gave it to Granger. Even though Draco was not wearing them, he could feel the smooth feathered-like texture.

"Thank you," said Granger.

"You're welcome," said Phelps, grinning.

Before leaving the shop, Granger and Phelps talked for quite a while at the entrance and Draco cleared his throat loud enough to make Granger remember his existence. After bidding farewell with Phelps, Granger hurried back to Draco.

"Can't you just be a little bit more patient?"

"Yeah, I have been patient, three hours straight without lunch."

"I remember someone volunteers to accompany me."

"Yes, and look who we have met today!" exclaimed Draco. "Did you tell him your name?"

"I told him my name's Emma Watson and your name is Tom Felton."

"Seriously, same name with the Dark Lord?"

"You should be honoured to have the opportunity of using his name."

"You give yourself a cool name whereas I get a stupid name?"

"Take it or leave it, but you don't have a choice, I didn't have contacts of Georgian undertakers."

"Fine!" growled Draco.


I was so tempted to write this in Hermione's POV, it would be a lot more interesting, or should I write a spin-off from her POV?

And I nearly broke my phone twice while typing this, first time for refreshing cache before saving, second time for learnt my lesson, device offline before saving. I typed the 60% of chapter thrice for three hours...from 12am to 3am.