Even though I asked, I still wrote it no matter yes or no.


HG' POV

It took her nights to accept the fact that Malfoy was not willing to sleep alone at the chaise longue and she had to share the bed with him. But she did not feel comfortable sharing a bed with a man, even though she was married to him. Before marriage, Crookshanks was the only living that would snuggle in her arms, now beside her was a full grown man whom she needed to consummate with. She was not ready for it, at least she could feel he was ready either.

She stayed up late and woke up early so that she could gain control of situations, it was not easy but she managed to do so.

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

"I am not afraid!" yelled Hermione. "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?"

Hermionerolled her eyes, must he really recite her whole title as if reminding her that she was not supposed to think of anyone but him? She began,

"He looks like a neighbour in my childhood."

Malfoy sat up straight, looking concerned.

"Neighbour?"

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

She was not lying , the boy from childhood looked similar to the photos of Adrian Phelps. Those blue eyes were familiar.

Malfoy did not seem to believe this answer.

"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 Hermione. "And one more thing, I need to get a more decent dress."

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

She could not help but to feel the annoyance inside her.

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

"Yeah, definitely," said Malfoy, smirking as his eyes gazed at her chest with half admiration and appreciation. Her face immediately turned crimson, it was a disturbing idea though she was his wife. No man would stare at his wife's chest for no reason.

"You pervert!"

Malfoy's laughter rang in the room, clearly entertained by her agitation. Ignoring him, she continued,

"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 Hermione, grabbing the key card and her wallet.

As she opened the door, Malfoy 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 Malfoy.

Hermione rolled her eyes, wondering how on earth did she manage to tolerate him. But one thing for sure is that he would not give up once he had made up his mind.

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

Malfoy showed her his triumphant grin and they went out of the room. They headed to the restaurant and after careful thimking, they 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 Malfoy.

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

Being hugged by Malfoy was one of the few things she could not withstand.

"You boys enjoy your chat," said Hermione, 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.

"Still not getting along with your handsome husband?" asked Morgan.

"You know the answer," said Hermione.

"He is not that bad, is he? Handsome, rich, caring..." said Morgan. "What's more, once you have his child, you are safe."

"And this will not happen unless the last minute."

"Do you love him?"

"I wish I don't have to."

"Well I think he likes you."

"Oh really?"

"A few drops of alcohol can help,"

"Really? Those kind of plans again?"

"Well, both of you have nothing to lose-"

"Obviously my virginity will be lost."

"You are going to give it to him anyway, it is just a matter of time."

"At least not now."

"You only have four months left after we go back to London."

Morgan helped herself some salad and passed the spoon to Hermione.

"Let me get some orange juice for Marcus. Want some too, Hermione?"

"No, thanks."

"No, I mean get some for Malfoy."

"No, he will think I put poison in his drink."

They headed back to their table.

"Markie, I get you an orange juice," said Morgan.

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

Hermione sat down and ate some lettuces. She tried to imagine herself being kissed by Malfoy, totally unimaginable.

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

"I am going to get one later this afternoon," answered Hermione. "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 Malfoy, annoyed.

"Oooh, scary," said Turner and quickly wolfed down his cakes as he met Malfoy'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," said Hermione.

Right after Hermione and Malfoy finished their meal, they quickly headed to the nearby boutiques. Hermione was glad that she had taken Russian courses in Muggle World, communication seemed to have cut off once they went out of the hotel, English was still not yet widely known and Georgians' Russian was significantly better.

Hermione didn't realize that she had been shopping for three hours without lunch. But she decided that she would skip lunch and find her perfect dress, even when she knew Malfoy was starving. Well, a meal or less would not hurt that much, would it?

She stopped by an old-fashioned boutique, the gown was grey yet elegant, which would not attract too much attention at the party.

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

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

Hermione let out a sigh. Must he really show his ignorance?

"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."

It made Malfoy stay in silence, much to her delight.

An old man with thick grey eyebrows and beard came and greeted her.

"Я хочу платью, которые темные, синие предпочтительно, не яркие (I want dresses which are dark in colour, preferably blue, no bright colours)," said Hermione.

"Да, да, у нас есть много темных платьев здесь, (Yes, yes, we have a many dark dresses here)," replied the old man.

"Дай мне, пожалуйста. (Give them to me, please)."

The old man hurriedly picked up a few and she went into the fitting room. After thinking for a while, she chose a backless dark blue gown. As she came out, Malfoy was gawking at her, clearly dazed.

"Wonderful!" exclaimed a voice.

She looked at the far left and almost let out a gasp. Golden brown hair and captivating blue eyes, he was Adrian Phelps.

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. The gloves were slightly lighter in colour than the dress, still it matched well.

"Thank you," said Hermione.

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

As she paid for the dress, Phelps asked,

"May I ask your name?"

"Er...I'm Emma Watson."

"Adrian Phelps," he introduced. "And that gentleman at the couch..."

"Oh he, he's...Tom Felton."

"You don't seem to be a citizen of Georgia," said Phelps. "Where do you come from?"

"Britain," said Hermione and after a short while, she asked, "You?"

"Oh, I was originally from Britain too, but I came here to work soon after graduation."

"Which university?"

"Edinburgh, Business Management" he replied. "You? Let me have a guess...UCL?"

She almost burst to laughter, both of them had never studied in university.

"Yes I am, English Literature."

"No wonder you have that kind of elegance that I do not see in normal girls."

Malfoy cleared his throat, apparently annoyed.

"Hope to see you some time in future," he said.

Hermione went to Malfoy, who looked displeased.

"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 Malfoy. "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 Malfoy.


Something intrigued me as I read the Reader Traffic, what is "Europe"? And I still feel bad for Czech being considered as a river.

After Georgia, which country would on the list (apart from UK, obviously)? I would gladly hear some opinions.

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