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I own the plot and the plot only.
"So how was your meeting with Malfoy last night?" Ginny whispered, emphasizing the word 'meeting' as she turned the wooden sign that hung around the silver doorknob around, stating that their small, yet slightly successful shop was closed for the night. It was a Sunday, after all. Hermione stared at the practically blazing red-head, biting down on her bottom lip as if it were a usual routine, a habit in other words.
"Irritating." Hermione said with a mere twirl of the heel before pacing towards the back of the shop where old, dusty books about restricted topics such as horcruxes and so forth were placed- just in case. The red coated book was plainly titled, 'Ways of a Horcrux'. It was an abnormal and blunt title for the dust-bunny-filled book, but was overall reasonable if you actually ever read it. There hidden right in the middle of the book was a slightly crumbled up letter signed by the Minister of Magic himself.
"What are you doing, Hermione?" Ginny asked, her voice came out potent, not to mention persistent as she leaned against the frame of the door which led to the room Hermione was in, her arms crossed with a smirk implanted on her freckle-covered face(a smirk which Malfoy would've been nicely proud of). Hermione's light, cinnamon brown eyes still did not at all leave the parchment, merely wavering to-and-fro, to-and-fro.
"I'll looking to see if I can find some... failure in copyright." She fiddled with her words, not technically knowing how to state it. "A loophole, in other words," as her eyes continued to roam elegantly even down to the last period on the piece of parchment.
"Any luck?" Ginny asked, hiding a bemused grin with a mere concerned-like expression. Hermione bit down on her bottom, cherry red lip as her eyes ran over the paper once more- as if it would reveal the answer subsequently. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she sighed- accepting the grudgingly irritating truth.
"No. Nothing at all!" she shrieked, shaking her head consecutively at her ginger-haired friend. Her freckle-covered expression soon transformed into a light, yet amusing, half-grin that suggested worse than usual matters. "Oh wipe that smirk off your face.." Hermione quickly sneered. To her disappointment- this caused the Weaslette to merely giggle softly once more.
"Can't you request an extension for the wedding? I mean- your birthday is like.. what- two, three weeks from this very day?" Ginny kindly suggested, a light finger twirling her blazing, sapphire colored is hair. "So.. you'll have to get married the day or week afterwards, right?" She waited for the brunette's response. As a minute passed- Hermione finally nodded her head, sending her chestnut brown hair up and down amusingly. "That's awfully too quick Hermione. Admit it- despite how bright you may be, and how capable you are- you still wouldn't be able to handle the stress Malfoy would cause." The witch said with an all-knowing-like tone.
"I never denied that statement in the first place, Ginny," she sighed a longing, reluctant sigh- letting all those pathetic memories of Draco torturing her during her days at Hogwarts run through her wide mind. She rested the top of her delicate fore-fingers on top of the bridge of her nose- massaging it in irritation. As if hoping it would calm her awful nerves. "What am I going to do.." the statement barely sounded like a true question, the last words lingering.
The red-haired witch took a seat next to her friend, patting her softly on her palish hand. "Don't worry Hermione- the Malfoy we saw last time didn't seem too bad." She begin, biting down on her bottom lip a bit as her eyes wandered around the tan-colored room. "Maybe.. maybe he's changed." Hermione did not respond to Ginny any longer. She merely held a tight grip on the edge of her seat before pushing herself up- walking towards the dust covered cup-board that stood daintily between two other potion-infested cupboards. The witch grabbed onto the round handle- soon giving it a nice pull before revealing a slightly antique-looking bottle of cherry red wine.
She chucked the bottle from the cupboard, grabbing the two wine-glasses that were before leaning against the wine bottle. "A long night filled with tiresome problems deserves a least some decency of happiness. Or for this matter- at least a bit of deluxe wine.." Ginny stared at her dear friend with her matching, coco brown eyes that shone gracefully along with the dancing flames which crackled silently in the corner of the cluttered room. The tips of her fingers coated around the glass, gripping it tightly as she took it off of Hermione's hands, and into her own. A sly smile which was seemingly aroused by the amusing atmosphere curved more and more- soon transforming into a bright, grin- showing off her shiny, pure white teeth.
Hermione tipped the bottle slightly back- letting the bottle ooze out the bloody-colored liquid into Ginny's glass. "This is the only good outcome of your little dilemma. Did you know that, Hermione?" Ginny somewhat joked, smiling a light, yet slightly oblivious grin. The Weasley's amusing statement brought a enlightening smirk onto Hermione's palish face.
She slowly raised her glass, a mute sigh escaping from her thin lips during so. "Cheers, the last speck of decency in my life till Malfoy comes and slaughters it whole."
And with a light clank, the night seemed to have been washed away with the delicious, soothing and merely savoring taste of cherry red wine.
A/N- Hello to all my readers, sorry for the slightly boring chapter. This will just be like the soft-going chapter that needs to the action filled chapter. Anyways, remember to review and follow-or something like that- for more updates!
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A/N - Updated 6/29/14
I will no longer be updating this. I will soon be deleting this; I have, however, decided to write another Dramione story that's somewhat parallel to this story. I apologize for the inconvenience and hope that my second attempt at a Dramione fic will go well.
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