Author's Note: So hey guys...I have the story line of this whole thing mapped out kinda...but I think it's going to be really long then. But I think that should be alright. My guess that this story would be at least (well I hope) 100,000 words.
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Help: Alright, I asked this in the previous chapter but anyways, I need to know a title for this story. A couple of months ago, I read this story; it was Dramione. Hermione got pregnant but Draco didn't want it ( I think). So she hid it with a Fidelius Charm...and that's all I remember. So if you know the title...TELL ME!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except for a few of the characters and the plot.
IMPORTANT NOTE: I didn't put this in my story, but Ginny knows about the prophecy too; Harry told her during the course of their relationship.
Jealousy
"Damn...who knew," Blaise whistled as Hermione took off with Ginny. "I knew she modeled...but I never saw her in person and I never buy those muggle magazines..."
Draco watched his best friend fantasizing about Hermione. He didn't know why, but a feeling of jealousy washed over him. He wanted to yell at his best friend that Granger was his. But no. She hated him. They weren't even friends. He had no right to be jealous.
"So...waddya think Drake?" Blaise asked.
"Wait...ugh ..sorry repeat that?" Draco asked as he ordered another apple martini.
"I'm going to bed Granger," Blaise grinned evilly. "Well, if you don't mind that is," to that, he cocked his eyebrow.
"Go ahead. I don't care. What gave you the impression that I do?" Draco asked trying to hide that he does care.
What was that he felt inside? Like an urge to punch Blaise in the face...was it jealousy? No, it can't be! He has never been jealous of someone before.
But Blaise...what will happen to Hermione if Blaise did have sex with her? Will he leave her like he does to every single girl? What happens when she does begin to fall for him?
"Are you sure, mate?" Draco nodded. "Sweet. You should've felt that tight little body. Man, that ass...She's freaking' sexy as hell."
Draco kept quiet but he couldn't agree more. She wasn't just sexy. She was simply beautiful.
Draco resisted the urge to clobber Blaise at that moment. He didn't know why. Ever since he could remember, both shared the hot girls...they never got mad or angry at one another. What was different this time?
Suddenly, realization dawned on him.
He had a crush on the former Gryffindor girl.
Blaise will never have a chance to bed her. She was his.
All his.
"You danced with Zabini? Like Italian-God-of-Slytherin, Zabini?" Ginny asked still shocked by what Hermione told her.
They were at Ginny's flat, recounting the nights events. Ginny's flat was very modern. The furniture was all white that whenever Hermione was there, she felt like she was going to stain something. Ginny's flat was in downtown London, close to Diagon Alley, where she owns a restaurant which she named "The Lions," to pay homage to all the brave ones during the war. Ginny's business was doing very well, earning her thousands of Galleons a year.
"Yes, Gin," Hermione said. True she had gotten really intimate with the Slytherin, yet the butterflies fluttering in her stomach weren't moving for him. They were moving for Draco Malfoy.
He looked delicious tonight. He was wearing a black v neck shirt that showed off his toned body. In the dark, his eyes looked more silver than the light blue it is.
"And Malfoy was there too?" Hermione nodded. "So how is the Slytherin Sex God? You told me you met with him a couple of days ago..but you never explained to me in full detail...is he still an ass?" (A.N.-in case you didn't read my note from above, Harry told Ginny about the prophecy over the course of their relationship. So the people who know are just Harry, Ron, and Ginny.)
Hermione sighed.
"Not really...well. He looks different now-"
"Is he hot?" Ginny asked wanting to know Hermione's opinion. Hermione's answer will expose if she likes Malfoy or not.
Hermione sighed again.
"Come on! Is he hot?" Ginny smirked.
"Fine...Yes, Gin. He's attractive," Hermione said.
Ginny giggled at her response. Yes, it's going great, she thought.
Even though Ginny was beyond shocked on what harry told her a few years back, she couldn't help but realize how the complement each other so well. They are both headstrong, determined, ambitious people with a drive to excel.
The two friend talked until 1 in the morning which was when Hermione said she had to get home. She had a Seventeen shoot the next day.
It was during Hermione's seventh month of modeling when Danielle wanted her to move. Yes, she only worked for seven months, but up and coming designers are asking for her left and right. And Danielle already wanted her to move to an exclusive Ford apartment.
The apartment would be close to the Ford building in New York and close to the fashion district. It was modern styled...very modern looking. And she would be living in a building where the girls are all models.
Hermione accepted because it would be more convenient for her. Subway trips would be gone, tattered heels gone, and fear of getting lost gone.
She moved the next month after buying out of the contract from her old apartment where she met her friend Alyssa. But they promised each other they would keep in touch. They formed a rather close relationship after all.
She remembered the day she moved in to the apartments very clearly.
"Hermione...we meet again," came Janelle's sickly annoying voice.
"Oh..hey Janelle. I didn't know you would be here," Hermione responded trying to be friendly.
Janelle was waiting by her door leaning on the wall while looking at her blood red nails.
"Yeah...I live right next to you," she responded as Hermione was trying to open the door with her new set of keys.
Danielle said she didn't need any furniture, because it was all furnished. So, last night, she just shrunk all her items and put them in her bag. Magic was very convenient.
"Um...do you need anything?" Hermione asked wondering why this girl was here.
"Actually, no. But we have casting in about..." she checked her watch. "In about half an hour. So if I were you, dress quickly. The cab will be here shortly." She noticed Hermione's fallen face.
"Get it together Hermione, we don't want to be late," she smirked, laughed and walked to her door.
Hermione was fuming. A casting! Why couldn't have Danielle called her last night? And what the heck is with Janelle? She waited so long before telling her that she had a casting!
In a rush, Hermione opened her door and ran inside. She didn't gaze at her room...she will have time for that later.
Rapidly, she took her shrunk luggage out of her purse and enlarged it with magic. She searched through it and pulled out a pale pink summer shirt, her new skinny jeans, and even though it was summer, 3 inch high ankle boots.
The price of beauty.
She next searched for the bathroom and did her hair and make-up. Hermione opted for a messy look, pulling her curly chestnut hair into a messy bun, blue eyeliner, and red lipstick.
She looked at the mirror and felt satisfied. Checking her watch, Hermione grabbed her purse and went out her door and saw that Janelle was out hers as well.
"Good work, Hermione," Janelle said looking at Hermione up and down, and smirked. Hermione felt nervous."Being fast is super important when you are modeling. You never know when you have to leave or if a designer needs you pronto."
Then Hermione noticed it. While she opted for a messy look, Janelle looked sweet, fresh and innocent. Janelle was wearing a white ruffle dress that was cinched at the waist with a pale pink belt. She accented it with blue pumps, and pink roses for earrings. Hermione swallowed the knot in her throat .She knew at that point that this black haired beauty did something evil.
"Um...what's the casting for?" she asked nervously.
"Oh didn't I tell you? It's for Tween Teen. I heard that they liked a natural, sweet and fresh look," she smirked evilly, walked to the elevator and pushed the button.
Hermione clenched her fists and jaw and followed her. She was like the Voldemort of the Muggle world.
It was the night of that day... Hermione was still fuming. The casting went okay, but it seemed that they liked Janelle so much better.
Oh well, try again next time.
She began to explore her home and found it quite nice. She was an old fashioned girl, liking wooden floors and rustic walls, but a modern house is alright. Her favorite spot was the lounge area. She particularly liked the couches. She also liked the kitchen. She remember that her mom used to say that one could live anywhere as long as the bathroom, and kitchen are amazing.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang.
"Hello, Miss Tween Teen!" the voice of Danielle rang out.
She must've punched the wrong number.
"Um...Danielle, this is Hermione. I think you confused our cell numbers..." Hermione explained.
"Hermione, you booked the shoot!" Danielle explained from the other line. She sounded absolutely giddy.
"But they worship Janelle!" I tried explaining but I was too excited. TWEEN TEEN! They booked her. One of the most read magazines across the nation booked her for a shoot!
"That may be Hermione, but everyone likes a new face," she explained. "Now ta-ta dear!
That night, Hermione slept with the biggest grin on her face. Watch out, Janelle, she thought.
"Now smile! Yes, that's it," the photographer, Jane, instructed.
Click. "Now turn to your right."
Click. "Move your knee...yes."
Click. "One more...great!"
The camera was flashing there and there and there. All Hermione had to do was change her angle, her face, her pose.
"That's a wrap! Good job Ms. Granger," the young photographer complimented.
Hermione smiled warmly at the pretty woman and went to wardrobe to change.
"Ms. Granger! You have a visitor!" her assistant, Jennifer said.
Jennifer was a red head girl that was so much like her old friend Luna in so many ways. Instead of the fashion the real world embraces, they both opt for looks and styles that seem that they're...unique. But somehow, she always manages to pull her unique outfits off. Today, she's wearing a beige boat neck sweater, an indigo maxi skirt, and one of the cutest pair of wedges Hermione had ever seen.
This was why Hermione hired her. Because she was herself, yet she still managed to look good. Jennifer doesn't really do much though. She just makes sure that Hermione has her schedule right, and that she's available for certain important events.
This is why Danielle hardly ever contacts her anymore. It's because she has Jennifer to keep an eye on her.
"Who is it?" she asked and prayed that it won't be Luke. Yesterday, she was surprised that when she got home, a rose was sitting outside her doorstep. It could only be Luke.
"He said he's an old friend of yours," Jennifer said.
It's Luke then, she thought.
Hermione looked at the ceiling to floor mirror one last time to see her reflection . She changed into a pretty orange flutter tee, old blue floral short shorts and her new sandals from Forever 21. She felt young and hip.
"Alright Jennifer, where's this visitor?" she asked. She wanted to get this over with.
"Follow me please, Miss Granger," the assistant said as she led Hermione out the door and into the lounge area of Seventeen.
She looked around the white room looking for someone familiar; someone she would recognize.
After a few seconds of scoping the room, her heart fluttered. She saw him. The person who was waiting for her.
Wondering why he would be here, she walked to her visitor gracefully and gave him a small smile.
"Good morning, Malfoy, nice to see you."
Author's Note: Dun, dun, dun! More Dramione interaction next chapter! Guys! REVIEW! :D
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