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"Well, here we are!" Hermione announced, while the boys behind her were quite mind blown by this.

"Your best friend–– " Harry started.

"Is performing––" Ron added.

"ON BROADWAY?!" They finished together in an exclaim. Hermione made a sheepish smile while rubbing the back of her neck, "Um... Sort of?"

In their view, they believed they were in the popular state of New York, on the street where the best theater of the performing arts was done. But, truthfully, they were close. One would say this was second best for the arts since the building is quite extravagant and luminous like the one in New York. And all for a dance recital.

"This is the actually one of the best theaters here in Europe, the Malfoy Arts Production Theater. Her uh..., her mother owns the building."

"So, your friend is not only performing here, but daughter of the owner?!" Ron was indeed flabbergasted through expression and saying. Harry just blinked a few times, still shocked.

Hermione nervously giggled, "Yeah... Her mom is actually co-owner; she owns the theater, her partner owns the school that's connected on the other side."

"You make interesting friends, Hermione," Harry said, smiling at her and made her giggle.

"Yes, well. Let's not dilly-dally, or we'll miss the show. Come on!" Hermione then started jogging over to the entrance, surprisingly easily especially when she's in heels. Ron and Harry shrugged before following after her, walking. Harry was still surprised by the information he was given: not only was this girl a great friend of Hermione's from her childhood, but daughter of a civilized woman who owns one of the most popularized buildings in the country. Whoever she is... He must be out of her league. He sighed; no way will he have a chance with a Wonder Woman like her.

"So, Hermione?" Ron said, the three walking in a path. "Mind telling us more info about this?"

"Well, her mom is quite a business woman, but even though her skills are quite remarkable her passion for her family is more important to her heart than fame and fortune. You see, her original job was being a strong-willing lawyer; quite the one that expects the unexpected. Only to show that she was very prepared of what will come at her, making her able to win everytime. But soon, her job was over –– thanks to the donation."

"Donation?" Harry asked, curious as they walked.

"Believe it or not, she wasn't very... how do you say, wasn't much of a spender such as other girls on clothing and such. She was quite dedicated to her daughter's safety and education, along with her husband Lucius."

"Lucius... Lucius... His name sounds familiar to me," Ron murmured, but Hermione paid no mind to it.

The trio soon entered the building, and immediately the boys were flabbergasted once more. It was quite large and formal as they turned around at the sight. Especially since they were located right at the front. Music was already being played through a CD somewhere, giving the room an expected feeling. Harry definitely he was going to a play, not so much a recital.

"This place is brilliant!" Harry complimented as he looked over to the large stage, perfect for any play. Heck, if they put up a chandlier Harry wouldn't mind coming back here to see 'The Phantom of the Opera.' Even if it wasn't done by professional.

"Hermione!" The three soon turned over to the caller. A middle-aged blonde woman, wearing a formal outfit of a flowing dark green dress, walked over to her, her seen black heels' clicks were muffled by the carpeted flooring. Her expression showed happiness as she headed over. Hermione immediately returned the smile.

"Good evening, Mrs. Malfoy," she greeted as the two hugged.

"Oh, it's so wonderful to see you again, dear," she said before looking over to the boys behind her. "And who are these gentlemen?"

Hermione looked over, "Well, this is my lover, Ron" –– The redhead waved sheepishly –– "and our friend, Harry" –– The said boy did the same.

"Welcome, boys, to the performance," she said, walking over to them shake their hands. "I'm Narcissa Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Harry said, smiling up at her. So, this was Draci's mother... Quite a beauty despite being older.

"Um, I'm sorry for asking this," Ron said, a little embarrassed. "But, um... Is your husband, Lucius, here?"

"No. Well, not now anyway, but he'll come before the show's over. Right now," She sighed as she looked slightly disappointed with a dash of annoyance. "He's out playing a game of golf with–– "

"Arthur? Arthur Weasley?" Ron interrupted, his eyes wide in realization.

Narcissa blinked at the saying, "Why, yes. Is he your father?"

"Yes! Oh, no wonder his name sounds familiar to me... Where my father works is enemies to where your husband works!" Ron had more of a humorous look on his face. Narcissa soon joined in with the humor by giggling at the realization, "Never expected!"

The companies are known to be book publications, and has been at each other's throats for a very long time. Quite impossible for them to get along. Lucius and Arthur have similar jobs as editors in the companies, which makes their job quite difficult: who being the best for publishing a new story.

But, despite the ridulous situation, the two were quite good friends. At the beginning, they were enemies on their jobs and their own opinions, but once they realization the many things they have in common, espeically in golf and bowling, a friendship was soon created between the two. Their wives were the ones more grateful to see them getting along, while the kids were just glad it was over already. They couldn't stand hearing another complaint of how much a pain of the butt one was to the other.

"Well," Narcissa started after the two calmed down. "I'm glad to finally to meet the son of my husband's friend."

"Likewise, Mrs. Malfoy," Ron said, smiling up to her. For once in their lives, Harry and Hermione has never seen Ron so... formal before. Incredible, just incredible.

"Well, we must take our seats. The show will start quite soon." The three nodded before looking over to the tickets Hermione were given for free, and got to their seats. In order, it was Ron, then Hermione, then Harry, and then Narcissa.

Harry couldn't understand why he was so worried about being next to Narcissa. It wasn't like he was dating her daughter... Not like he was going to have a chance either way. Narcissa noticed his discomfort, and placed a hand on his shoulder while having a smile on her face. Boys never change.

He jumped slightly before looking up to her, "No need to be nervous around me, Harry. Just relax and enjoy the show. And maybe, you'll have the chance to meet my daughter afterwards."

He smiled at her kindness, "Thank you. And I hope so, too."