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Disclaimer: Nothing except for the plot is mine.

Red Bikini

Narcissa and Draco stepped out of the super long muggle vehicle, and were immediately met by a long line of people giving names to go near the entrance. There was another space where a red carpet was laid out and celebrities who were invited were walking down.

Since Draco was not known in the Big Apple like Blaise is (he is known as New York's party boy and is quite the celebrity even though he does absolutely nothing), he was unsure of what to do.

Remembering what Blaise said which was," Just go to the bouncer and give your names. He'll let you in immediately," Draco walked to a large guy with a clipboard, dressed in black from head to toe.

"Get back in line," he barked seeing Draco and Narcissa cut the vast line.

"We're Draco and Narcissa Malfoy," Draco responded holding out his tickets.

"You are Mr. Zabini's guests! I apologize,sir," he said giving them access to the doorway.

Draco smirked when he heard cries of protest behind him when the big man let them enter the building.

The inside was quite nice. The whole room was decorated in black and silver, and balloons were floating everywhere with Vogue's name. Round tables were set up in an organized manner, surrounding a swimming pool with a runway. The catwalk was quite different and unique. It was inside a huge swimming pool and there was a platform that looked quite unstable to walk on. The water was emitting different kinds of colors due to the spotlights hidden on the pool floor.

To the left of the gigantic room was a stage decorated lavishly with tiger lilies and confetti. The backdrop had Vogue's name in gold.

Draco easily made it through the crowd and spotted a table for two by the runway. He led Narcissa towards it and they seated themselves. Suddenly, a booming voice announced that they should all sit down for the festivities were about to start.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I officially welcome you to Vogue's ninety eighth annual charity fashion show!" a man in the middle of the stage announced. "To start the night, we will open with Vogue's favorite swimwear for the summer."

Thunderous applause followed but was cut short with the beat of thumping music. Everyone averted their gazed on the stage and their eyes went to the runway where an Asian girl was strutting her stuff in a cheetah print bikini.

One by one, girls came out in daring and revealing bikinis which gave most of the boys some serious shivers. However, Draco did not get the same feeling. He had been with models before from his past relationships. And from his experience with the bimbos, he realized that they were only good for two things. Fucking, and selling clothes.

To be honest, Draco was quite bored. He only came because Blaise pleaded him too. He said that his reputation was riding on Draco now. How that logic works? Draco had no clue, but just went along with what his best mate said.

He was lost in his thoughts when the loud speaker said, "Now our last outfit!"

With a bored yawn, Draco looked up. And his eyes almost popped out. But that wasn't the only thing that was about to pop. His manhood was getting larger and larger every second.

There, in the middle of the runway was a sexy little figure donning the littlest red bikini he had ever seen. She looked like a goddess with her silky brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. However, her eyes looked different. They did not hold the confidence like the previous models had. She looked as if she was unsure of what she was doing.

Draco laughed at his thinking. There was no way that this girl could possibly be insecure. She was stunning!

When she stroked a pose at the end of the runway, Narcissa said, "She looks awfully familiar, doesn't she Draco?"

"Now that you mention it Mum, she does," Draco agreed. He began thinking if she was one of the models he dated in the past...but it couldn't be. All the models he dated had blonde hair and blue or grey or green eyes. Not luscious brown hair and chocolate molten eyes.

Suddenly, Narcissa snapped her fingers and Draco looked up seeing she was looking at the program. She said, "No wonder she looks so familiar. Look here Draco, it says here that she's Hermione Granger."

"Great Hermione!" the director of the fashion show said opening her arms and enveloped Hermione in a big hug. "You made us look good out there. You know what, keep that bikini. It looks very hot on you." She kissed her on the cheek and waved goodbye as she walked away.

Hermione quickly changed into more suitable clothes so she could go out and party. She dressed in a short white tube dress. It was a bandage dress from Zac Posen, and it looked good on her.

She made sure all her stuff was in her bag and she walked towards the exit of backstage.

As soon as she stepped out, she was met with a flurry of photographs, and compliments. She smiled for pictures and thanked those who complimented and went off to find her friends.

Hermione spotted her friends and crossed the room to get to them, completely oblivious to the pair of grey eyes following her every move.

Draco's Point of View.

No...that cannot be Granger. No that girl is too hot. Granger was not ugly but she was not hot either. There is no way that can be her.

"Draco, dear, why don't you go talk to her? Catch up and have a little reunion!" Narcissa suggested.

"No, mother. Do you know who she is? That's Hermione freakin' Granger! Harry Potters Mudblood best friend! And do you recall that Auntie Bella tortured her at the Manor?" I responded by whispering, obviously annoyed.

"But dear, that was not you. Just go and maybe apologize for your past actions," she said. Merlin! That woman will never give up!

"Fine mother, maybe later, but I don't want to cause a scene here," Draco said.

"Oh my gosh did you see that hot British guy? He is H-O-T hot!" Hermione's friend, Allyssa, said. Allyssa is Hermione's next door neighbor and ever since Hermione moved next to her, both of them have been inseparable and Hermione invited her to all the events she can.

"Wait...where?" Hermione's model friend, Zoe, asked. She was kind of boy crazy and always flirtatious with the opposite sex.

"There! The one sitting to that lady with the green dress," Allyssa said motioning her head towards two blonde people.

The male shifted his face so he was somewhat visible to Hermione and her friends.

"Oh my...he's hot. I call dibs!" Zoe giggled excitedly.

Hermione was shell shocked. Could it be? She knew Blaise was here...but him? Quickly, she stood up and made her way to his table, determined to prove that this person was not Draco Malfoy. For Draco Malfoy was supposed to be dead five years ago.

Author's Note: I'm sorry! There's no interaction between the two of them yet! But I promise that the next chapters, there will be loads!