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Triquetraperson: They don't know Draco, because they didn't go to Hogwarts. This is one of those stories where they live on their own but they don't know magic. Savvy?

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"Hey, 'Mione, I don't think he's home. It's getting dark," Ginny and Hermione were waiting outside the door of Draco's apartment.

"Well, he's expecting us! Where would he be? Did he expect us sooner than this?"

"Probably." Hermione knocked on the door for the hundredth time.

"Coming!" The door opened to reveal Draco, his hair was sopping wet.

"Hi!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Hello. I'm sorry. I would have been to the door sooner, but I was in the shower."

"No, we're sorry. We should have called ahead and told you we were on our way." Ginny apologized.

"No, it was my fault for not telling you what time I expected you. Come in come in. I assume you haven't eaten yet?" He ushered them to his dining room where there was a table set with warm food.

"Oh, it's lovely! But we can't possibly accept this!" Hermione gushed.

"Why not? We're friends, aren't we?" Draco had a slightly sad look about him.

"I trust you! It's just I feel bad about taking this and not giving anything back!" she muttered.

"It's perfectly alright!"

"Oh, 'Mione! Trust you to be the one to refuse!" Ginny and Draco laughed.

"Oh, alright."

"Wonderful! Bon appetite!" Draco smiled triumphantly and they all sat and began to eat.

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"That was delicious! Did you cook it yourself, Draco?" asked Ginny, settling back in her chair.

"Yes, although cooking isn't a skill I'm too proud of."

"And why not? You're fantastic at it! If you wanted to become a chef, I bet you could!" Hermione blanched; amazed he didn't want to cook.

"Well, for one thing, there's the cleaning up. I despise having to clean."

"And yet your apartment is spotless," Ginny interrupted.

"Yes, but the real reason is I find cooking excruciatingly boring."

"Really?"

"Yes. Shall we move to the living room?"

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"So, what do you do for a living, Draco?" Ginny said.

"Well, I am a photographer. I take pictures for a gothic magazine."

"Really? Is it fun?" Hermione took a sip of her wine.

"Yes, the fashions are incredible! Would you like to see some pictures?"

"Would we ever!" Ginny exclaimed exchanging excited glances with Hermione. Draco got up and walked over to a chest, removing what looked like either a scrapbook or an elaborate photo album.

"This starts with some of my earlier work and progresses into the work I do now." He flipped open to a page covered by half of a two-page spread. A sixteen or seventeen year-old girl sat on a grave, wearing and elaborate black dress that was styled from the eighteenth century.

"Oh, it's beautiful." Hermione breathed.

"Mhm. I also dabble in helping the girls and boys decide what to wear in the shoot. I pick multiple outfits and take multiple pictures. Maybe I could do a private shoot for you girls." He addressed the both of them but flicked his glance towards Hermione for a brief moment. Hermione blushed and Ginny looked, confused, between the two of them.

"Oh, well it sounds fun! Ginny, what do you think?" Hermione looked at Ginny expectantly.

"I think it sounds fun, too."

"Great! What would you say to doing that tonight?" The girls didn't reply. They actually didn't need to. The expressions on their faces were all the answer he needed. Rising, he said, "You girls stay here. I will gather some clothing for you."

"Oh, my gosh! This is too cool! Isn't he the greatest?" squealed Hermione.

"Yeah! Us in a gothic photo shoot? Who would have thought?" Soon Draco reentered the room with armfuls of black tulle and ribbon.

"I have two rooms where you can change. At the end, there will be a," he winked at Hermione, "special surprise." He led them down the hallway and stopped in front of the bathroom.

"I'll change in here.' Ginny said, raising her hand.

"All right. Here are your outfits. I've chosen three dresses for each of you." He led Hermione to a room further down the hall. She opened the door on his bedroom. She turned to make sure this was the right room, but he had already gone.

"How do we look?" Ginny said, stepping into the room, Hermione following timidly.

Ginny wore an eighteenth century style dress that had ruffled sleeves and a ruffled collar. Hermione wore a purple and black sleeveless dress with a corset style bodice and a skirt that poofed out over two feet, layered with tulle and silken cloth.

"You both look beautiful." Draco had cameras with him and his car keys. When they gave him questioning looks, he just smiled and told them to follow him. They arrived at a cemetery only a few minutes later. After fifteen minutes of photography, they were back at his apartment and Hermione and Ginny were changing again.

This time Ginny wore a strapless black dress with a lace up bodice. The skirt was black satin with a middle thick stripe of black lace. Hermione wore a sleeveless dress again but it went down only to her knees this time and had little black bows.

After going to the cemetery and back, Ginny wore a red leather lace up corset top with a black silk skirt. Hermione wore a long sleeved black dress with poofed shoulders. The fitted bodice had a gray ruffled patch and the skirt were layers of black silk and black tulle.

Once they had finished the photography, it was well after midnight.

"Are you girls ready for the surprise?" Draco asked.

"Yes!" they exclaimed at the same moment.

"You girls can keep all of those dresses." Their jaws dropped.

"We…we couldn't…possibly…they must have been terribly expensive!" said Hermione, hesitant to be the polite one.

"Expensive? Come with me." He led them to a closet and opened the door, revealing about a hundred dresses. "I think I have plenty."

"Oh, Draco! Thank you!" Hermione threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I think I have an idea as to what you two were doing last night," said Ginny, smirking. Hermione went red and Draco looked at his watch.

"Oh my! It's already one thirty! I'd better get you girls home."

A/N: Well, this chapter was relatively pointless…but the pictures I found as inspiration for the dresses are amazing! First I googled gothic dresses then gothic Lolita. Sorry for the long wait!