First I'd like to give this chapter a late dedication to those who were lost or lost someone on September 11th. Our hearts are with you.
A/N I'm sorry! My homework load is steadily increasing (it was pretty high to begin with) and I had no beginning to this at all. But anyway, I'm here, typing rather quickly if I do say so myself, and have a pretty good idea of the exact direction this is going so away we go! Woohoo!
Special, super amazing thanks to jennfire, who pointed out a massive mistake that makes me cringe right now and has now been fixed.
Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter.
"The Riddles?" She repeated slowly, of course. How had she missed it? The teens all froze and looked at her but Sheila and James just watched at her expectantly.
"Yeah. Look I'd love to talk but I need to talk some sense into Pam-I mean I just need to talk to her. I'll see you later," Mike said and they hung up.
Harry rounded on Sheila, "see! You put us in the same village the Riddles lived in? Are you bloody insane?"
She simply continued filing her nails. "So? We tore down the old house and built a new one. Just because it was an old family doesn't mean anything."
"The Riddles that died here were Voldemort's father and his new family! He murdered them! He was re-incarnated in the graveyard down there!" Harry was shouting now and Hermione was sure the cameras were zooming around him, getting in every angle they could.
"What?" The smile fell from James' face. "Well it doesn't matter, he won't come here."
"Even if he doesn't, I'm sure he would have out spells around this place to harm muggles and muggle-borns!" Harry bellowed, his fists clenched.
"I-I don't understand." Sheila stammered, her usually calm façade thrown completely.
"I was walking down the hall and fell over something, but Malfoy walked over the same spot and was unaffected." Hermione piped up and they all looked at her.
"You could have just tripped."
"No, my foot connected with something solid. For all I know, it could have been some kind of chain reaction that would end up killing me." She said firmly.
"Okay, everyone please stay calm." James said slowly, "first, we will finish up this contest-"
"This is a bit more important then a stupid game!" Ron said angrily.
"We will finish it!" James shouted, his face red and his voice hard. "Then, we will check you into a hotel and have our guards watch over you while we sort this out." Harry muttered something hotly under his breath but no one heard or paid attention.
"Okay, so where were we?" Sheila asked, her face pale. "right, so we'll just read a list of the items and if you have them, say yes."
She went down the list and finally came to a halt. "So Blaise and Ron are missing four items, Harry and Draco are missing two and Hermione and Pansy are missing one. Did no one find the rubber duck?"
"Oh yeah!" Ron said brightly, the bag from the adult movie store was stowed in the bottom of his bag where he had left it until the opportunity arose to throw it in a fire. He burrowed his hand into it, grasped what he thought was the duck and pulled it out, holding it high in his hand.
It may have been the tension that made Hermione and Harry snap. They burst into fits of
laughter as they saw what Ron was holding, and they didn't stop for a good minute and a half.
"Oh yeah, er… what is this, anyway?" Ron asked and Hermione clutched her side as she giggled softly.
"That's a-a-" Her voice broke and she choked.
Pansy reached over and grabbed it from his hand and flipped it over and examined the plastic on it. "It says it's a vibrator."
Harry had almost controlled himself and burst into more bouts of laughter. Pansy's eyes moved across the words and with a yelp she threw it at Blaise, where it hit him in the face. More laughter followed this as Pansy stared, horrified. It wasn't until Blaise read aloud out the instructions that were so thoughtfully written on the side that everyone understood what was so funny.
When at last there was calm Ron pulled out the duck and handed it over mutely.
"Where did you find this?"
"The adult movie store." There as no more laughter, only snorts.
"I see. So we've established that Hermione and Pansy are the winners, I think." Sheila said and looked at James who nodded. "So you two will be flying to Paris tonight to enjoy a nice dinner and tomorrow you'll spend an hour at your choice of place to visit. You'll be together, of course."
They just nodded. "So if you would all please get into the limo, we will have people retrieve some clothes from your rooms and then we'll drive you to your new lodgings."
"Which are where?"
"When we find out, you'll know." James said, "now please get in the car."
They climbed into the limo and sat as they saw James talking quickly into a cell phone.
"So…" Hermione said slowly.
"Where are we going for your hour?" Pansy asked her.
"I have a friend, Andrea, and I figure we'll go there." She answered, "what about you?"
Pansy looked thoughtful. "I have this friend I haven't seen yet this summer, I'd like to visit him."
"Cool." They were plunged into silence.
"So when did you figure it out?" Ron turned to Harry.
The jade-eyed boy sighed, "well I remembered certain things from the-the memories, and I had a suspicion something was up in the village, and then I saw something in the grocery store that said, 'Little Hangleton' on it and so when I went to the cemetery it was confirmed. There were other things, but mostly those."
"I had a friend tell me about a family living on the lot in a house that was torn down and then how a man died there a few years ago… He phoned me and told me the name because I said I was interested. I should have realized before but I didn't." Hermione said, feeling ashamed. There were clues everywhere! The minute Mike had told her about the family should have been a point of realization. Then how Malfoy had known…
A pregnant pause followed this.
"Was your friend that Mike guy?" Ron asked.
"Yes, actually. Why?"
"A girl at the food store said she fancied him. Her name was Pan or something."
"Pam," Blaise corrected.
Ron rolled his eyes, "Sorry for mistaking your girlfriend's name."
"She's not my girlfriend." Blaise said in an annoyed voice.
"Why did she kiss you then?" Ron countered, a smirk creeping onto his face.
"I don't attempt to understand the female mind." Blaise said.
"She kissed you?" Hermione said thoughtfully. "Hmm. So she was trying to catch Mike's attention, or make him jealous. But why, then? Was he talking to a girl?"
"No, but Weasley mentioned how her lover boy was flirting with you." Blaise said with an amused look at him.
"He was!" Ron exclaimed.
"She should've kissed you, then, for alerting her of this. Oh wait, she was too busy thinking about what a lunatic you are." Blaise flashed a smirk and turned to Draco and Pansy, "she saw 'muggles' on the bottom of our sheet and asked us what it was about and he turned around and yelled, 'cut!' He looked crazy, and started saying we were making a movie and she'd 'destroyed the masterpiece'." His grin faltered as he saw the incredulous looks on their faces and realized his tone was not at all bitter.
He cleared his throat, adjusting his tone, "Anyway, he was being a stupid Gryffindor."
"Right," Ron said and shot a furtive look at his two friends. Harry was pointedly looking away but Hermione smiled at Ron. The two boys fell silent and Hermione saw a small frown on Blaise's face.
"Okay," Sheila stuck her head in through the window. "Your clothes are in the back and you're going to be driven to a hotel, where someone is waiting for you and will check you in. Just go up to your room, you can use the pool or the entertainment room or something. We'll let you know how everything worked out soon, okay?" They nodded and she pulled her head out.
"See you soon!"
They expected a short drive but instead came to a stop two hours later. After they'd all clambered out, taken in the beaten up looking motel and groaned, met the guard waiting for them and finally set up in their single room(that contained six beds) it was 4:00.
"Anyone want to go swimming?" Ron asked as Hermione dropped her duffel bag on one of the beds.
"Yes." The others said simultaneously (excluding Hermione) and glared at each other as though their situation was the others' fault.
They took turns changing in the single adjoining bathroom and Hermione, Ron and Harry left first, heading to the pool. She brought a towel and wore her bathing suit, seeing no reason to not spend quality time down there with her friends if she was in the hot tub. She was alright in hot tubs, Jacuzzis and bathtubs, but anything larger and she was terrified out of her wits. Unfortunately, the pool contained water so unclear it looked toxic and on closer inspection, proved to have a thin layer of some kind of clear substance floating on top of the water. They decided to join her in the hot water instead, which was in great condition.
With the jets turned on full so that the surface of the water was a mass of bubbles they finally relaxed and Hermione leaned against the side with a sigh. As she drifted away she closed her eyes, finally at peace.
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"Hermione wake up." Someone was shaking her and she slipped underwater, emerging with a gasp. "Sorry. I just thought we'd tell you we're going up now."
"Yeah, okay." She said and pushed her hair from her face, "I'll be up soon."
Harry and Ron left her and she looked around for a clock, wondering what time it was. As she did this Blaise slipped in across from her, giving her a wary look. "Do you mind?"
"No." She said and smiled awkwardly. They sat in silence for a bit and then, "so I guess you two had fun."
"What?" He asked, turning to look at her quickly.
"You and Ron."
"Oh, right. I guess."
"Just because Malfoy doesn't think it's okay doesn't mean it isn't." She said conversationally, skimming her hands over the bubbling water.
"What does he have to do with this?"
"Don't try telling me that if Malfoy didn't exist you wouldn't admit you and Ron got along better then you expected. Maybe you even enjoyed each other's presence."
"Sure Granger, when hell freezes over." He snapped back, an annoyed look flashing across his face.
"Well it looked like you were getting along fine in the car." She muttered, watching him from under her eyelashes.
"Well we didn't!" He exploded, glaring furiously at her. "Are you leaving or should I?"
"I was going anyway." She said and heaved herself out. When she was exiting the door with a towel wrapped firmly around her she looked back and saw Blaise frowning again. Back up at their room she found Pansy sitting on her bed, looking at her watch.
"Oh, there you are Granger. James just called to say we're going to be going to Paris in fifteen minutes. He said dress formally." She looked around nervously and moved a bit closer to Hermione. "Can I…er…borrow something to wear?"
Hermione was pleasantly surprised and answered yes, so they spent the next five minutes looking through her clothes and having Pansy try on the outfit they picked out together. It consisted of a royal blue V neck halter and a flowing black skirt that ended just above her knees, paired with strappy black heels. Pansy, of course, felt obliged to pick Hermione out a set of clothes and forced her into a classy black dress that had off the shoulder straps and a soft silk ribbon wrapped around the middle, connected by a silver heart on her hip. After falling in love with silver stilettos (which Hermione was going to refuse to wear until Pansy starting asking all sorts of excited question about the muggle designer, and where she could buy some nicer muggle clothes) and making Hermione put them on, they set off downstairs with overthrows in case it got chilly. They passed the Gryffindor boys in the hall, who smiled widely at Hermione.
"It's creepy seeing them look happy." Pansy said as they kept walking (a rather difficult feat on Hermione's part).
Hermione glanced at her as she threw a hand out to the wall, "I imagine it would be like that for me if I saw Blaise and Malfoy smile."
"Why don't you call Blaise by his surname? Don't you find that at all weird? We were talking about it and he said he doesn't really understand."
"Not really. It's sort of hard to explain. It's always just been Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. I suppose he was there, but I never really paid what he did much attention." She found that never taking her hand off the wall helped quite a bit.
"But he's a Slytherin." Pansy said, looking confused.
"Oh I see." She said, nodding. "Yeah, I know that most Slytherins are completely evil and hate me, but I'm more inclined to let them do something to make me hate them as opposed to hating them for what they are, like they do."
"Oh." They turned the next corner and found Sheila and James waiting for them in the lobby, beaming like they were letting the sun channel through them.
"Hey hey hey it's just an ordinary day," James sang, took sight of them and went, "but not so ordinary now."
Deciding to ignore this, the two girls waited as the adults looked them over with approval. "Excellent." Sheila said, "You really must thank your mother, Hermione."
"I will." She wasn't so sure she would be thanking her mother for the shoes she was in, however.
They were led down a narrow alleyway, where Sheila and James handed over a small sphere with a button on it.
"This is called a telekey. It's a version of a portkey, but will take you to two locations. The first time you press this will take you to a small alleyway outside Les Belles Filles, where you have a reservation for two in a private area. They will escort you to your table and proceed from then. It is…5:00 now, you have until 10:30 before we will come and transport you home if you don't come yourself. Got it?"
"Yes." Pansy nodded.
"Have a nice night." Sheila smiled and backed up. James was humming 'Ordinary Day' under his breath. As they joined hands and Pansy pressed the button, they heard Sheila say, "will you be quiet, honey, you've been singing that all day."
"It's not a song you can stop playing in your head very-"
They were gone, re-emerging in another alleyway. They walked around the side and through glass doors under a sign reading, 'Les Belles Filles' in curvy handwriting. A tuxedo dressed man was waiting just inside and he bowed, asking in rapid French if they wanted a table and then repeating in English.
Hermione did the talking and they were soon seated in a comfortable chair around a circular table in the corner surrounded by a screen. Pansy read aloud things on the menu, asking what they were and Hermione answered all her question patiently, glad that the girl was taking such an interest in muggle culture.
They placed their order with a well dressed woman and settled back.
"Champagne?"
Pansy looked at Hermione, who shrugged and nodded. "Thank-you."
"Red or white?"
"Red, thank-you."
"I'll have the same."
He left them sipping from wine glasses, forced to make small talk. It was much more different now that they were actually sitting down and were expected to talk, as opposed to if they were walking they could stay in silence and it was acceptable.
"Blaise and Ron are really getting along," Hermione said finally, clinging to a desperate thread of conversation.
"Yeah I guess. Blaise said he thought Weasley was really screwed up. Then he said he thought the whole movie thing was really a good idea but if I mentioned it to Draco he would curse me." She smiled despite her bitter tone.
"I thought you two didn't get along." Hermione commented.
"What? We don't, what makes you think we do?" Pansy snapped, gulping down some wine, choking, and then wiping her streaming eyes with a napkin. Their salads came at this moment and their waiter poured Pansy some more champagne, which Hermione noticed she left untouched.
Too soon the salads were done and they were left in an awkward silence. Hermione decided it was Pansy's turn to think up something to say, so she remained silent.
"Apparently we're leaving tomorrow at 10:00 for your person's house." Pansy said slowly, turning her glass around in circles in her hand.
"Oh, okay." She replied, "where does your friend live?"
"Not far from where I live, which is about six hours from here." After seeing Hermione's face, she nodded, "yeah, I'm a lot farther away then you are."
"Wow. Does she-he…" The sentence was left hanging.
"He. No he doesn't go to Hogwarts," Pansy replied, getting the gist of what was being asked, "he's home schooled."
"Ah." She nodded. Small talk came more easily after that and much quicker then she'd thought possible she was finishing up the last of her raspberry white-chocolate cheesecake and they were getting up to leave. (Sheila and James had pre-paid for it).
They re-appeared in the alleyway they'd left in, and made their way back to the rooms. Walking was now much easier because she had gotten the hang of her shoes. Or she thought. After she'd tripped she ripped them off her feet and carried them in her fingers.
Harry, Ron and Draco were sleeping but Blaise wasn't even in the room. It was 10:23 exactly. With a swift goodnight Hermione slipped out of her dress (in the bathroom) and climbed into the creaky bed.
Later she awoke in pitch black, a glowing clock read 12:58 and a figure was moving around the room. Blaise picked up a sweater and was just opening the door again when she sat up and the bed gave a large creak.
"What are you still doing up?" She asked groggily, "are you sulking?"
"No," he said sharply, then softer, "go back to bed Granger. Sweet dreams."
As she leaned back down and drifted away she wondered whether she was dreaming, and before she could decide she wasn't she was asleep again.
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The next morning Pansy shook her awake, "come on Granger. We have to go soon and you need to eat." It was 9:30 and with a groan that matched her bed, she hauled herself off it and dressed sluggishly in the bathroom. On the way to breakfast she saw a very tired looking Blaise walking up to the rooms.
"You look tired." She said.
"I am." He answered and kept walking, ending the conversation before it could begin.
"He's been sulking all of yesterday. Draco wouldn't talk to him and said he was a traitor. Blaise gets like that sometimes and he doesn't sleep, eat or really do anything but sit in silence and think. It's weird." Pansy muttered, turning her into a door she had almost passed.
"Just because of Malfoy?" She asked incredulously.
"No, he just tends to get really wrapped up in his thoughts."
The kitchen was much more satisfactory then the rest of the building and she had a sufficient breakfast of eggs on toast before making her way back upstairs. Pansy was insisting they sort through more of Hermione's clothes.
Once again, time seemed to be moving quickly and she was standing outside Andrea's house with Pansy at her side. She rang the doorbell and a minute later a tussled, pajama clad Jacob stood in the door, squinting at them.
"Hermione?"
"Yeah, hi Jacob." It was almost a shock to see him there. "Is Andrea here?"
"Andrea? Nope." He rubbed his eyes and yawned, "she was over at Hannah's, I expect she'll be back soon, though. Come on in."
She entered the house, followed by Pansy, and settled herself on a tall stool by the counter. Jacob had a frying pan on the stove and a carton of eggs beside it.
"I was making breakfast. Have you eaten?"
"Yes." There was a silence in which Hermione remembered Pansy and hurried to introduce her. "Jacob this is my friend Pansy, Pansy this is Jacob, my friend's brother."
Jacob let out a lopsided smile. "My title is Andrea's brother? Can't I be your friend, too?" He put on a fake pout and Hermione laughed.
"My friend Jacob."
"Oh." Pansy said and glanced at Hermione quickly.
"So how have you been?" Jacob asked, cracking an egg into a bowl.
"Good, I've been good." She answered, "the house I'm living in has some…problems so me and my housemates have to move."
"Not farther form here, I hope?" Jacob said, "you won't believe how much Andrea can whine about when she feels like it."
"Oh I believe it." She said dryly. Jacob laughed.
"Right. Sometimes I forget you're her friend, too." She could feel her stomach bubble but couldn't figure out why that made her feel so happy.
"So who do you live with? Those two guy friends of yours that 'don't like you'?"
"Yes, them." She said, cocking her head slightly and smiling, "with Pansy and her two friends, Malfoy and Blaise."
"Malfoy? The guy you slapped?" Jacob let out a bark of laughter. "Wow, I've never really understood you."
"What can I say, I'm just that mysterious." She smirked, catching Pansy's raised eyebrows out of the corner of her eyes.
"Maybe I'll be the one who solves you." Jacob winked.
"You give yourself too much credit." Her voice was slightly strange, it wasn't a tone she was used to hearing. Was she flirting? Phff. No.
"My modesty is one of the quality that makes you love me, though." He laughed and Hermione felt her cheeks heating up. Why was she blushing?
"I don't think so." She retorted, laughing shortly. Another silence followed. What did I say? Ugh, are all these silences my fault?
"So…You two don't mind if I turn on the CD player? Loud is the only way to listen to it."
"No." Hermione looked at Pansy, who shook her head mutely.
"Okay." He turned it on and blasted it loudly as he fished a knife from a drawer. "Chop these up, will you?" He gestured at the mushrooms on the cutting board.
That was how she found herself singing loudly and dancing like a lunatic with not Andrea, but Jacob. Funnily enough, there was a lot more contact, even if it was playful,
when they danced as opposed to when she'd danced with Andrea they'd just done their own thing without stretching the limit of the iPod cord. Pansy was sitting there, watching them through narrowed eyes.
"Jacob will you turn it down!" Andrea's voice shouted as she opened the door and threw her bag onto the floor and turned down the stereo. "God why are you such a lu- Hermione!"
"Hey, Andrea." She greeted, trying not to laugh and failing.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, "Not that I don't want to see you."
"I'm here to see you, actually. I'm surprised though, why are you back so early?" She replied, setting the knife down beside the chopped mushrooms.
"Hannah has swim practice." She looked Hermione up and down, "god I love your mom. It's so good to see you!" She hugged her tightly.
"Good to see you too."
"I don't really remember seeing you at the party after awhile," Andrea frowned and screwed up her pretty face.
"I'm not surprised." She said dryly and Jacob snorted as he sprinkled mushrooms over his food.
"Oh wait! Yeah, yeah I remember. You danced really closely with Jacob, right? I don't see how you can stand being in his presence that long." She shook her strawberry hair out of her face.
"I can manage." Jacob grinned.
"So how long have you been waiting for me?"
"Erm…"she glanced at the clock, "about fifteen minutes."
"Sorry, if I'd known you were coming I would have hurried." Andrea said apologetically.
"That's fine." She replied easily, "oh! I almost forgot, this is my friend Pansy."
Pansy, who had been silent the entire time, smiled. "Hi."
"Hey," Andrea leaned forward and hugged her. For a moment Hermione feared Pansy would push her away, but she didn't. "Do you two want to go somewhere else, where, let's say, Jacob isn't?"
"Sure," she said and Pansy nodded.
Jacob let out a strangled sigh, "I was so looking forward to getting my nails done."
Andrea threw her discarded pillow at his head as they left the room and traveled upstairs. "Honestly, what is with him? Half the time is he normal and the other half he's chalk full of crazy. I think it's you, Hermione, you bring out the worst in him."
Hermione snorted in reply, "thanks."
"So how do you two know each other?" She looked back at them as they ascended the staircase.
"School." Hermione said shortly, this could go into dangerous territory.
"Really! It's so great to find someone who goes with Hermione, you guys are pretty isolated, huh?"
"Oh yeah, totally. It's hard being away from friends outside school." Pansy answered, keeping her tone natural.
"I hate not being allowed to see Hermione all year round, you guys are so lucky you see each other so much. I bet your school is really nice. Mine is okay, but it's full of stupid prejudices and things like that, you know you look at someone and automatically you don't like them? I'm taking a sociology class and we have to do a project where we go to a certain public place and smile at people, take in their reactions, and then people who see, their reactions. Then we have to take notice of who people stare at, who people ignore, things like that, then answer a whole bunch of questions." They were in her room now and Andrea collapsed gracefully onto her bed, Hermione said in a chair and Pansy sat down awkwardly on a couch.
"I mean it's a lot of work, but I absolutely love it! Is that weird? That I like doing work so much?" She looked at them both and they shook their heads.
"I guess you and- Hermione have a lot in common." Pansy said, "She does extra everything at our school."
"Yeah, Hermione was always brilliant like that." She smiled fondly at the brunette.
"I'm not brilliant." She said, rolling her eyes.
"She is," Andrea mouthed to Pansy, who nodded in agreement. "So how long are you guys here for?"
"We have to leave at eleven." Hermione replied, glancing at the clock, they had twenty minutes.
"Why so early?" Andrea complained.
"We're pretty busy right now." Hermione smiled, "so did you meet anyone you liked at the party?"
"No," Andrea sighed and groaned, flopping back, "you'd think it would be easy, wouldn't it? But all the guys are cocky, over-confident jerks that pick up five girls a day. What would I give to have an embarrassed, awkward guy actually have feelings for me? I think every time I've thought of a boyfriend it wasn't one who was calling me babe, or stupid nicknames, more like someone who held my hand instead, or got possessive of me if he heard other guys talk about me, as opposed to telling all his friends how he's got me. You know?"
"Yeah," Hermione nodded, "A lot of the guys at my school are like that."
"If only I cold transfer," she laughed, "what about you? Do you have anyone in mind?"
"Not really." She said uneasily. "Pansy?"
"Nope." Pansy said with a jerk of her head.
"Well, we should go out sometime, all three of us, and scope out guys or something." Andrea said, looking at the two of them, "what do you say?"
"Yeah, sure." Hermione said, looking at Pansy.
There was a slight pause, "yeah, definitely."
Andrea beamed at them. "Good. So Pansy, what do you look for in a guy?"
"Oh," Pansy looked startled, "well… he has to respect me, and he has to be comfortable with everyone knowing we're together, I wouldn't want some stupid secret relationship. We'd need to be able to spend some time apart, but it would make the time we were together even better. I would love it if he just held my hand and we walked, you know? Just comfortable with being with each other. I wouldn't want to get super physical, as well, because I would feel like there wasn't really a relationship. And he can't run away from the word commitment."
"Yeah, a lot of guys do that." Andrea said, rolling her eyes. "What about you, Hermione?"
"Erm…" In truth, she had thought a lot about this. "Well I mean, respect would be important. He should be understanding, but should feel like he can tell me anything, I mean part of a relationship is me, too, right? We should be able to make up if we ever got in a fight, not just end up making out with each other to resolve conflict. I love sweet little gestures. Like holding hands, flowers, a secret smile every now and then, like we share something special. And even if he just whispered, 'you're mine', or 'I love you', in my ear I would be the happiest female alive. There has to be a connection, you know, tingles when our skin touches, butterflies in the stomach, all that."
Silence followed this. "That was beautiful."
"Do you think our standards are too high?" Pansy asked, "I mean what are the chances we'll find someone like that?"
Andrea sat up quickly, "we should make a pact. If we find someone, we have to all get together and if one of thinks he's trouble, we should say so. You know, we'll watch out for each other. How about it?"
"Yeah," Pansy said, "I like it, Hermione?"
She looked from Andrea's bright face to Pansy's and nodded. "Yeah." She was thrilled that Pansy had taken such a liking to Andrea, she was becoming more immersed in muggle life quickly.
"Oh, crap! Is it eleven now?" Andrea exclaimed, looking at her clock. "Do you really have to go?"
"Oh…" she experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach, "yeah."
They said their goodbyes and left slowly. When they were hidden safely in the bushes, they joined hands and got ready to press the telekey button. "I like her, that Andrea. I've never had a muggle friend before." Pansy said as she pushed the button.
And then they were gone.
A/N I know I know I know! There was, like, no Draco! I'm sorry! I had to get this over with, but trust me, it is coming! Besides, the Andrea/Pansy/Hermione relationship is important.
That Ordinary Day song has been stuck in my head for the past week, I had to put it in there. XD
I think that Hermione was a bit more OOC then usual, I'm sorry. But I imagine she would be different around muggle people. Oh, and I know I kind of skipped over the Paris evening pretty quickly, but everything was just small talk about nothing.
I need your opinion! I know this wasn't the best chapter, there wasn't much going on, but like I said, it is coming. This was, still, an important chapter and I now have a whole bunch of ideas just from this.
So…please…
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