Chapter 5: An Acceptable Dinner
Vivian stepped into the small-boxed space concealed with a pair of glass sliding doors. Turning a golden knob to lukewarm, allowing water to spurt from the showerhead onto her body, cleansing it. She washed her body and hair slowly, enjoying the little massage of the pounding water on her back, relaxing her tense muscles.
Soon Vivian decided to get out of the shower to get ready. She wrapped a short towel around her body. She performed a spell that dried her hair. She couldn't think of anything to do with it so just left it down at the moment. She stepped out of the bathroom and headed towards her closet. Suddenly her door burst open to reveal Draco, surprised to see her Vivian in a towel.
"MALFOY! GET OUT!" she yelled as she pointed her wand at him, shot him through the entrance and locked the door.
Vivian sighed and got dressed in a large shirt, keeping the door locked. She grabbed a couple of magazines that she had bought and flipped through them, trying to come up with a hairstyle that would suit the evening.
After some time, Vivian finally chose a hairstyle that she liked. She entered her bathroom and started applying her makeup that consisted of black eye liner, dark umber eye shadow, beige lipstick, and peach blush. She grabbed her wand and glanced down at a photo of a muggle celebrity. She performed the spell on her hair and mastered it very well. Her hair was gathered on above the base of her head in spiral curls.
She glided over to her closet and slipped into a formal black dress with long draping sleeves and a plunging back that revealed part of a dragon tattoo that she had on her lower back and some writing across her shoulders that said" Freedom For All" in black scripture font. She put on some strappy black heels and grabbed her formal black purse.
Vivian dashed over to her mirror to see if she looked better and she had to admit she did. Vivian wasn't normally conceded which was unusual for a Slytherin. She took a deep breath and walked out of the room, slowly. She wasn't used to heels and she didn't want to trip and land on her bottom, ruining all that time she took to get ready.
Once Vivian reached the top of the staircases she glanced at the doorway and saw Draco already standing there waiting for her. Vivian once again took her time stepping on the each step, making sure that her foot would not get caught in the material of the dress spilled over her feet.
When she reached the bottom Draco turned around to see Vivian practically glowing in his eyes. She looked so radiant to him that he suddenly starting to feel nervous which never happened around any other girls.
Draco was dressed in a black suit with his platinum blonde hair slicked back, revealing more of his beautiful blue eyes.
"So what do you think?" Vivian asked as she twirled around, modeling the dress.
"You look good. What about me?" he solicited, showing off his own suit.
"You're going to wear that." Vivian crossed her arms.
"What's wrong with it?" Draco inquired with narrowed eyes.
"The suit looks to be a little old for you. It looks like something your father would wear or even a grandpa." She commented.
"No it doesn't. How about your dress? Are you trying to draw attention to yourself? We're going to a fancy restaurant not a whore house." Draco smirked.
"What the hell are you talking about? A whore wears less clothing than what I have on now. But if you think that I look hideous then you can go to dinner by yourself." Vivian fumed and started her way back up the stairs but was soon stopped when Draco gently took a hold of her arm.
"I was just kidding. You look lovely." Draco confessed honestly.
Vivian turned around only to be a mere few inches away from his face. Her cheeks suddenly became rosier.
"I was also joking. You look somewhat handsome."
"Vivian." His name slipped from his without even meaning to.
"Fine, you look handsome, Draco." She placed her hand on top of his own, lovingly. "So lets go."
They let go of each other and walked out of the manor, Vivian being first entered the limo that waited for them.
***
They sat at a small round table with a white tablecloth and a vase of flowers sat on the end along with some seasonings, in one England's top five star restaurants.
The waiter handed them their menus and left, giving them some time to decide what they were going to have.
"This place is so stunning." Vivian said as she gazed around the restaurant.
"Yeah, I come here on special occasions. You are probably not used to being in one of these places." He responded looking over his menu.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Vivian asked with a hint of annoyance.
"I mean that you usually stay home or are going to some party or even a dance club."
"There's nothing wrong with having some freedom. Unlike you who caters to your father's wishes." She whispered harshly.
"Hey, I do what I want whenever I want to."
"Ok, name some things off, then."
"How about going to dinner with you. That was something I wanted to do. My father didn't order me." He responded with anger.
"Fine, so you do what you want. Are you ready to order?" Vivian asked as she sat down her menu.
"Yes. Waiter." Draco called out.
The waiter soon arrived at their table pencil and a notebook pad in hand, all ready for them.
"Who will be ordering first?" he asked with a friendly smile.
"Love, why don't you order first." Draco suggested sweetly, acting as Vivian's boyfriend.
"Thank you, sweetie." Vivian replied with sarcasm," I will have the Oriental Chicken Salad with dressing on the side."
"How about to drink?"
"Some wat-"
"A bottle of your finest wine." Draco interrupted and gave Vivian a smirk. She just glared at him.
He quickly scribbled it down and turned to Draco.
"And you, sir."
"A steak, medium rare with a tossed salad on the side." Draco said and handed the waiter both of the menus.
"What was that about?" Vivian asked.
"What?"
"Ordering their best wine and calling me love. We're not going out, Malfoy. So just act like your normal annoying self."
Draco seemed disappointed that she had called him by his last name, instead of his first, which he preferred.
***
Draco and Vivian soon arrived back at the Malfoy manor. She immediately dashed through the doors, trying to make her way up to her safe haven.
"Vivian, remember you're spending the night with me." Draco smirked as Vivian stopped dead in her tracks.
She had forgotten about that. Vivian slowly walked to her room, dread the rest of the night.