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"Malfoy, why do you know a hairdresser?", Hermione asked smugly.
"My mother came here a lot and took me along! It's not my fault I've been deprived of toy broomsticks, it just shows my natural talent!", Draco protested.
"How did you get interested in Quidditch then?", her ears were pricked and ready to hear a story.
"How about we save that story for another time and place?", he grimaced.
"Oh, come on—"
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, Andre is ready to see you", a professional voice came from in front of them.
"Oh, yes", Hermione turned her head so fast, that Draco was hit in the face with her improvised ponytail.
Hermione walked in with her usual business gait, calm and confident, but not too confident.
"Good morning Andre", Draco said offhandedly from behind her.
"Ah Draco, didn't I tell you not to walk in on my other appointments? Good morning, Ms. Granger have a seat", the Frenchman gestured towards the chair in front of the mirror.
Hermione sat down, and said, "Thank you, and good morning to you to. And Mr. Malfoy is the one who dragged me here, anyway"
Andre's eyebrows shot up to his neat fringe.
"And what happened to the tete de ananas, Rita Kahn?"
"Gone, hooked up with her ex", Draco jerked a thumb at Hermione.
"Oui, Oui, now leave the master to his work!", Andre chased Draco out of the room.
"You have great potential to be gorgeous, Ms. Granger, even more beautiful than the bitch Rita Kahn", he said in a perfect English accent, twirling around the chair.
"First, call me Hermione. Second, is the accent for male jealousy?"
"Of course, Hermione. Who's your icon?"
"Well, no one in particular, how do you think Draco and I could make her jealous?"
"Ah, yes! I shall make you the most beautiful girl in the world! Kat, Jen, we have work!"
An hour later, Hermione blinked at her reflection.
"Wow, Andre", Hermione breathed, touching her silky hair that curled at the ends.
"When does it go frizzy again?"
"Never!", he laughed, "Just take care of it, and you'll have perfect hair forever"
"A miracle worker, you are. So getting a bonus", Hermione muttered.
Andre looked offended.
"No, I shan't take the money. But I do have one request"
"Name it. I'll steal from Malfoy Manor if I have to"
"For you to come again, and never offer me money"
"Fine", a plan was already in her mind, anyway.
"So what do you think, ferret?", Hermione twirled around, her hair and dress fanning out.
Draco just stared at her for a moment or two, gape mouthed, but then said, "Not too shabby, beaver"
"Come on, Draco", Andre appeared, "Admit you would like to, what do you call it, snog—"
"Go away!", Draco stuck his tongue out.
"I shall give you lovebirds some private time", Andre winked and left.
"Where's a good vase for leaving money?", Hermione looked around.
"Just leave it on the couch", Draco dropped a small, but heavy, bag of Galleons on the leather sofa.
"And run like hell, but for the love of Merlin's bottom, blue, grease painted fat lip, QUIETLY!"
"Did I hear you yell something, Draco?", Andre called from his office, and they heard footsteps.
"RUN!"
As they ran like the devil was on their tails, Hermione muttered things like, "Can't even follow his own rules" and, "Too contradictory to be healthy"
But she had on a smile, as did Draco, who finally got her to smile, which was why he was smiling.
All was well.