Author's Note: So boys and girls, it's finally SUMMER! Congrats to all the graduates of 2011.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot.
So yeah funny story, my usb, which has all my stuff in it for Five Years Later, was accidentally washed and dried. But guess what. It still works. So, yay!
The White Tiger
"So have you ever been here before?" Draco asked as he sliced his juicy tender steak and dipped it in the butter sauce.
Finishing the mouthful of salmon in her mouth, "Of course. I had a shoot here about a year ago, and I occasionally go here during the summer for a swim. How's the steak?" she asked eyeing the delicious looking item on Draco's plate.
Seeing her expression, Draco smiled amusedly. "It's delicious. Would you like to taste it?"
"It's...it's fine," Hermione stammered. There was something about sharing food that was so intimate to her. She only shared food with her closest relatives and friends...and here he was. They barely knew each other and he was offering her a piece of his $50 steak.
They might be at the boardwalk, but prices were still sky high-well in ordinary people terms, but not so much in Draco's
So when they ordered, Hermione ordered the cheapest item on the menu. The smoked salmon in a vodka cream sauce, which Draco smirked at. He couldn't help but notice the difference between her and his past girlfriends. They would order the most expensive items on the menu without knowing what the food actually is, and here she was, ordering the cheapest, which cost $38.
"So, is your job good? Do you like it?" Draco asked. He knew that she told him that she herself didn't expect her to have this job, but still. She had a choice. She could've gone back to England and study Healing or something.
"Well, as I said yesterday, I never expected this to happen. But I guess...I like it. It has a lot of perks, I assure you, but sometimes, it can be really tiring. Well, I suppose all jobs are, but sometimes, I wish I can go anywhere without being photographed or...or being rampaged by people. Don't get me wrong, I love my fans, but I want normalcy in my life as well. Like it? Yeah. Love it? No." Draco noticed that while answering his question, she had a far away look in her eye...as if wishing for something that she knew would never come true.
"What would you rather do instead?" Draco asked.
Hermione looked at Draco and spoke, "Ever since I found out I was a witch, I wanted to be a Healer. I wanted to find cures for diseases, muggle and magical. But after the war...I never got a chance to do that...and well you know the story."
Draco nodded his head, sensing that she wanted to drop the subject.
"You know Malfoy, I don't know why, but you get a lot out of me. I normally don't tell all of that to a person I just met...well you know what I mean. So you should feel pretty special," Hermione joked.
Draco smiled. "I do."
After their dinner, both of them decided to take a stroll on the Boardwalk. Hermione found a stall with the most adorable stuffed animal she ever saw. It was a big white tiger.
It was also a ring toss game; one of the most difficult games to win. (Well in my opinion.)
"Draco! You want to get that for me?" Hermione asked, hope shining through her hazel eyes. It's always customary that the guy gets the girl a stuffed animal when they are out together on the Boardwalk.
Draco took a glance at the tiger Hermione was pointing to and said incredulously, "Out of all the things he has up there, you want a tiger?" Hermione nodded her head smiling. "Not that little pink bear?" Draco clarified; maybe she didn't see that one. What kind of woman would want a stuffed tiger?
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm sure Malfoy."
Draco shook his head and wore an amused expression on his face as he walked towards the stall, with Hermione following him. He bought five rings, knowing he would make it in on one of his first five tries.
He picked one of the rings and tossed it towards one of the bottles, thinking he would get it.
He missed.
"What the hell?" Draco exclaimed. Hermione giggled.
"I was Quidditch captain for fuck's sakes! I wasn't supposed to miss!" Draco hissed and quickly took another ring and tossed it, knowing he would get it this time.
He missed again.
Hermione laughed at his sour expression.
He tried again...and missed.
And again and again.
Forty dollars and an hour and a half later, Draco and Hermione walked away from the booth, Draco wearing a scowl on his face, and Hermione carrying a big white tiger.
Author's Note: I'm sorry that this is such a short chapter! I'm really busy right now...and I really don't have enough time, and I know you guys are waiting for this chapter. I'm sorry I disappointed you all. I'll try my best with the next one.