I DON'T OWN ANYTHING…but not for lack of wishing.
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CHAPTER 2
As the students of Hogwarts watched the girls gracefully glide down the spiral staircase of Hermione's home, their dinner appeared before them. However, only a few students started eating with the normal gusto, most eyes were kept glued to the screen.
Hermione and Lucy were just about to give a sigh of relief that they were able to make it out of the house without a wardrobe lecture when they saw Hermione's parents sitting in the parlor off the foyer.
"And where do the two of you think you're going?" Hermione's father asked with turning his head.
"Oh Theodore, leave them alone, the girls just want to have fun." Hermione's mother giggled to herself at joke she had made. It went over the heads of those she was in the company of and voyeurs at Hogwarts. Rosalie, Hermione's mother, turned her head to look at the girls and disguised her gasp at their state of dress, or rather undress, with a subtle cough.
"Just dinner and dancing with the friends, we won't wake you when we come back, promise." As Hermione answered she and Lucy made way for the door, the sooner they got out the sooner they could have a champagne dinner and let loose.
"Going out tonight is fine, you deserve some fun, little love. But please be sure not to make dinner plans for tomorrow night, we will be having a dinner party. As always Lucy, you are more than welcome." Theodore didn't look up from his newspaper again after making this comment, so Hogwarts had yet to get a good look at his face.
The Great Hall buzzed with anticipation that Hermione's family would be having a gathering. Speculation began among those with knowledge of the muggle world at what A-listers would be invited.
Rosalie, though, did rise from her seat to see the girls out. Her deep purple dress flowing around her legs as she made her way through the sitting room into the foyer.
Their house looks oddly familiar. Draco thought to himself, but quickly shook the thought off. Perhaps it was just the similarities it had with the manor he called home. All people with money must decorate the same. Yet he still couldn't shake that nagging feeling.
At almost the same time that Draco was thinking this, his fellow seventh years looked at him feeling a bit lost. They didn't know how to feel about Hermione and her wealth and her blood.
Boy would were they in for a surprise this time tomorrow.
Hogwarts had a clear view of the dangerously low dip in the back to Hermione's dress and the calculating stare her mother with which her mother was regarding her.
"I take it Henry will be there?" As she said this a smirk identical to the one Hermione wore when she picked out the outfit covered her face.
"There's a chance." Hermione responded.
"A little birdie might have let it slip." Lucy winked as Rosalie, who returned the gesture.
As the girls turned to go out the door, Rosalie gave both girls a quick hug.
"You girls have a good time. Remember to conduct yourselves as if you were on camera." Rosalie stood smiling in the doorway as the girls took off giggling towards the car. Theodore came up from behind and wrapped her arms around his wife, smiling that all the girls in his life were finally happy.
"Relax, love. Those girls know how to take care of themselves." Theodore turned his wife, encouraging her to come back inside.
"I'm just worried she'll be swayed by Henry. We should have had the dinner tonight."
"You know if we had it tonight then she would rebel. Let her get this out of her system. She'll show up, show off, and come home ready to start fresh. After she remembers why they broke up, tomorrow won't seem so bad." Rosalie smiled up at her husband - he always knew what to say to make her feel better. Leaning into his embrace the pair walked back into the house.
Lucy sighed, watching the exchange over Hermione's shoulder.
"I hope I find that love with somebody someday that your parents have, Mia."
Mia, as she preferred to be called, smiled and shook her head.
"You may want love like they have, but what we just witnessed was plotting. They are definitely up to something, and that something definitely has to do with tomorrow." As she said this she bit her lip, an unconscious, nervous action that got all the boys at Hogwarts adjusting her pants. The gesture, not meant to be overtly sexy, was so much more so because of the lack of intention.
Hogwarts watched the girls settle into their seats as the car sped off into the night, heading down the driveway and towards the lights of London.
"Fuck mate, how are you taking all this? I swear to Merlin her parents look familiar." Blaise asked Draco, the rest of table looking to him for guidance.
"The only way to know if they familiar is to see who shows up tomorrow. So I guess that means we keep watching." Draco nodded to himself as he finished his sentence. As a Malfoy he was the natural leader of any situation. People looked up to him to base how they should react. However, he was suffering his from his own confusion at the moment.
"Now if you'll excuse me, am I going to take this opportunity to use the loo." With that Draco stood with a flourish and took off towards the doors of the Great Hall. His intention, however, was not to relieve himself but to find out what Severus knew about this whole situation. Although, if Hermione kept biting her lip like that, next time he may have to relieve himself.
He had always been intrigued by Hermione, or rather Mia, the bossy-know-it-all who always seemed to know just a little too much to not be familiar with the wizarding world. But now she was acting not quite like a different person but like a better version of herself. The way a pureblood version of her would act. And that, my friends, had Draco quite confused.
The breeze from Draco's robes as he stomped out of the Great Hall ruffled Harry's hair as the black-haired wizard regarded Ron. The latter was opening his mouth like a fish, gawking at the situation.
"What does this mean, Harry? And who the fuck is Mia?!" Ron looked lost, and Harry didn't have anything to say that could make him feel better. It was usually Hermione who rationalized and explained situations. The two boys looked to the screen for more answers.
Draco didn't have to travel all the way down to the dungeons to find his godfather.
"Severus!" Draco called to grab his attention. Normally he would have been more formal, but considering that the rest of the school was preoccupied either in their beds or in the Great Hall, he let formalities slip.
"Draco, tried of the show?" Professor Snape drawled. He had been on his way back from escorting the lesser years of his house down to their rooms to make sure none of them snuck back up.
"More like confused by the show. Who is Hermione Granger? Honestly. And why do her parents and her house look so familiar? Is this some giant mind-fuck the Dumbledore created because now the war is over and he's bored?!" Draco yelled the last bit, it drove him mad to not have a firm handle on whatever situation he was in.
"Draco, I cannot give you all the answer right now, but I can assure you that not even Dumbledore has any idea what he has stirred up by doing this. What I know, you will find out tomorrow. Just do one thing, get ready for some big changes. The wizarding world is in for a big surprise." With that Snape glided away from his godson. It had become an often occurrence, starting with the first task that the Dark Lord had given Draco, that he can to him for advice. However, Snape wasn't ready to divulge this secret. Watching the situation blow up in Dumbledore's face was going to be extremely statisfying.
Draco wasn't used to these cryptic answers. During the war Snape had put everything out in black and white for him -how to please the Dark Lord, while saving himself from any possible persecution that could from his actions. It was obvious Snape knew more than he was letting on and from this conversation it became harder to tap down the little voice inside Draco that now apparently seemed to be screaming: A Slytherin has been parading as a Gryffindor. Picking up his head, he stomped back to the Great Hall.
Back on the screen Mia and Lucy were giggling over gossip pertaining to no one anyone knew. Apparently, Holly (whoever that was) had gotten married and had the audacity to white. What nerve.
Lucy's, what Hogwarts had learned was an iPhone, dinged in her lap.
"It's from Henry. He's at the club." Lucy looked over to her friend to gauge her reaction.
"How do you feel about seeing him?" If Mia wasn't going to handle it well, better to diffuse the situation early.
"Oh God, you look way too worried. It's not as if he cheated on me in some sordid love affair, that I walked in on." Mia laughed to ease the tension.
"We were just not in the same place in our lives. He was establishing his career and I was preparing for the war, I was young and wanted more attention then he could give. We've both grown up. Well, at least I have."
"So no awkward?" The mere thought of an awkward situation made Lucy squirm. Awkward she could NOT handle.
"Not from me!" With that Mia and Lucy clinked champagne glasses and tossed them back.
"Hmm…the bottle is empty." The statement was then proven by Mia holding the bottle upside down and shaking it, pouting as she did so.
"Sad." As both girls sad this in unison, at fact they found to be hilarious, the effects of finishing said bottle were starting to show. Needless to say, their little bodies were quickly approaching the "drunk" stage of drinking.
Draco settled back into his seat, brushing off the glances from his housemates, just as the car pulled up in front of a swanky nightclub. The line to get in was around the building, but the bouncer ran up and opened the door for the girls and ushered them right in.
"Oh Mia, how I've missed going out with you. We get the best service." Lucy and Mia linked arms as they strutted into the club, smirking at the yells coming from the crowd complaining about the line.
As the girls slid up to the bar they quickly grabbed the attention of the bartender.
"We'll take two Flirtinis, please", Mia had to yell over the music. As they were waiting for their drinks the two girls started to scan the crowd, Mia's knee bouncing nervously on the barstool.
"Just in time", Lucy said when their drinks came. She had noticed her friend's gesture, and she just wanted to get seeing Henry out of the way so they could either hook up and make up or move on.
As the girls clinked glasses and went to take a sip, a masculine hand slapped down a Black American Express card between them.
"Hey Jim, put these ladies on my tab and add a double firewhiskey on the rocks."
Firewhiskey?! What the hell?! Was the thought, both mental and verbal, throughout the Great Hall.
The hair on the back of Mia's neck stood on end. She hadn't heard that voice in almost a year.
Slowly turning in her seat, Mia's eyes landed on quidditch megastar and ex-boyfriend, Henry Delacroix.
At the very same moment Ron felt himself crumbling. Right now his mind couldn't even begin to think about why Hermione was with a quidditch star, who apparently was her ex-boyfriend, who was also ordering firewhiskey, at a nightclub where they obviously knew what firewhiskey was. He was crumbling because Hermione was with someone other than him, also never mind that he had cheated on her with Lavender effectively ending their relationship.
Harry looked over at both Weasely's, both silently seething, suffering from different types of jealousy. He had never seen Ginny act in such a way. He thought back to the beginning of summer when Hermione, or Mia as he would now have to get used to called her, had said that Ginny had the ugliest type of character. It was one thing to be an obvious bitch, like she (Hermione) had the tendency to be, but it was another to be friendly to your face and terrible to you behind your back. When she had said that Ginny fell into the second category Harry hadn't really believed it, but now he was watching her turn on Hermione in the blink of an eye.
Draco, however, was more observant to Mia's surroundings. This scenario, coupled with his earlier suspicions was making him think twice about the witch he had called mudblood for all those years. It was also making him uncomfortable that he felt uncomfortable about the way Henry was up-downing Mia. This was a feeling he was quite unfamiliar with.
"I don't fucking know", he growled. He had sensed the eyes of his peers on him. This was too much.
Before Henry or Mia could say anything Lucy got up and laid her hand on Mia's arm.
"I'm going to go meet up with everyone else. I'll have my phone with me so text me if you need anything." Mia looked over at her and nodded appreciatively before turning her gaze back to Henry.
"Henry", his name came out in a quick breath.
"Mia, you looking amazing." Henry continued to view her with appreciate eye.
"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." Just as she had slimmed down and filled out over the year, Henry had grown up. Standing at six-foot, he was all muscle. With light brown eyes and light brown hair, he was every bit the stereotypical jock she remembered. His muscles could be seen clearly beneath his dark grey t-shirt, his biceps flexing as he grabbed his drink from the bar. Without taking their eyes off each other, both brought their drinks to their lips.
Henry grabbed her drink from her hand and set both his and hers on the bar, waving over to Jim to watch them.
"Let's go dance." As Henry led her to the dance floor in the middle of the club they passed the table with Lucy and the rest of Mia's friends. Mia dropped her clutch off with them and turned her head over her shoulder to give a little finger wave as she disappeared with Henry into the crowd.
"Poor sweetie is in way over her head." That came from Greg, Mia and Lucy's "gay boyfriend" as they called him. Before Mia was engrossed in the war efforts, the three of them were inseparable.
"I think she has a better handle on it then we think. Her plan was to make him realize what he gave up for quidditch and leave him wanting. From what I understand, brunettes aren't her type anymore." Lucy then mouthed tell you later to him across the table.
"Well regardless, I think I should have an emergency in 30 minutes, which will require her immediate assistance." Greg wasn't convinced. As the oldest of the three, he viewed the two girls as his little sisters and felt fiercely protective over them.
On the dance floor Mia had her hands up over her head, causing her dress to ride up into the danger zone, dancing around and enjoying the feeling of being in the crowd. Henry looked on, wondering what had happened between them, before sidling up and putting her arms around her.
Mia allowed herself to follow his lead. Grinding and rubbing their bodies against each other, feeling the movement of the music and the crowd, Henry flipped Mia around so they were front to front. He slide his hands done her bare back until he was cupping her ass, squeezing and bringing her even closer to him. Mia slid her hands up his torso, starting at his belt buckle and across his abs up to his shoulders. Resting her hands there, she held on and bent backwards, pushing her lower body into his. She could feel his arousal pressing into her body.
When Mia came back up she couldn't help back think that the movements felt so right but so wrong at the same time. This is exactly what she wanted to be doing, but is this who she really wanted to be doing it with? She used to think she fit into him like a glove, but now they were slightly off. Maybe it's because her heels were too high but she wanted someone that she could wear these shoes with and be barefoot with and fit right into him. Henry might not be that person for her anymore.
Just as she was thinking that, Henry brought his lips down and claimed hers. Closing her eyes, she tried to think back to how it used to feel, but the spark wasn't there anymore. Had it ever been?
Henry was leaning in for another kiss, obviously not effected in the same way she was, and she was thinking about how to excuse her self when she heard a familiar screech and thanked the Gods.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Greg was pushing his way through the crowd, dragging a sheepish Lucy behind him.
"Oh thank goodness we found you. Henry, doll, I'm sorry but I am going to have to steal her from you. I'm having some boyfriend troubles and need some girl time." Greg seemed nice when he said it but his body language was giving off the "don't-fuck-with-the-main-gay" attitude.
Henry looked down at Mia and smiled whistfully.
"When do you go back to school?" he asked.
"Sunday afternoon." She responded while biting her lip, the nervous action always coming out at the wrong time. This time Henry took it as her not wanting to leave.
"Don't worry I have the whole weekend off. Let me take you out. I'll call you?"
"Sure", she responded. Giving him a kiss on the cheek goodbye, she accepted her clutch from Lucy and walked arm and arm out with her two best friends, smiling the whole way. Looking to see if he was still watching, and he was, she added an extra swing of hips.
"Did you tell him you changed your number?" Lucy asked as the three huddled for warmth, waiting for the car to arrive.
"Nope." Mia responded and then looked to her friends and at the same time they all burst into laughter.
"C'mon, let's go back to my apartment and drink ourselves silly and gossip. We have a lot of catching up to do missy." Greg bumped hips with Mia and let the girls get into the car first before sliding in himself.
Popping another bottle of champagne, the three set out to finish it before reaching Greg's downtown London apartment.
Ron, meanwhile, had grabbed Lavender's hand and was bringing her up to their dorms. Determined to remind himself why he had left the vibrant, giggling, sexy girl up on the screen.
Draco had watched the whole scene silently steaming. When Henry had his hands all over Mia's body Draco had been clutching his glass so hard he had to set it down when he felt the glass begin to splinter. He had never felt these feeling over a girl before. The worse part was, was that as more of her life was relieved the more he felt it. He couldn't place a name on these feelings yet, but he knew that if another man touched her like that he would have to switch to another material of stemware.
Boy, they haven't even seen the half of it. Wait until Draco and Ron (and everyone else) knows everything. How will they handle it then? Poor boys don't stand a chance.
I AM SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE!
HOWEVER, I have made this story a priority and I am managing my time better and I have LOADS of ideas. So I will try my hardest to have the next chapter up EXTREMELY SOON.
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