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Draco began to set up for the conference in the Longhorn grand hall. He took out his wand and whispered a spell. In an instant a shimmer swish of light emitted from his wand and a grand hologram projection screen appeared levitating delicately in the air. He meticulously arranged the setting to what he believed would please Gilda's materialistic heart. It was in that moment, he realized he appreciated Astoria for giving him some great ideas.
"Wow. This looks amazing." Hermione said smiling
"Thank you, I can't credit myself though. My wife's ideas." Draco beamed.
Hermione turned her heel and walked towards the direction of the seats, she studied them. They were all equally exquisite yet all magically different. She stood to inspect each. One was made of the finest Onyx leather entwined in intricate silvery hot white designs that turned into hues of the sun releasing a faint burning essence as they were repetitiously engraved into the cherry wood. She looked closely and saw the figures moving fluidly through the dark wood, they were mini knights in battle. A warm heat emitted from it, she could see small embers of fire lit around the aura of this chair. The second was an enormously tall chair made of the what seemed to be lime scale, the backing made of daintily painted waves motioning back and forth between the land and the ocean, the smell of the sea wafted through her nostrils as she approached closer. There were trinkets from starfish to shells and beautiful clams embellishing it. On each side stood two golden spears. Atop stood a golden crown made of the finest pearls. She walked over to the third one and could not quite make out it's magical properties. It looked like a regular seat to her. She looked puzzled. She continued onto the fourth and right away noticed a dewy scent of grass and the outdoors. This seat was rooted into the floor of the palatial hall by the oak footings. She studied it carefully intrigued by it's majestic emerald green padding and the sounds of animals in the distance.
"Never seen anything like it huh?" Draco said.
"No I've no idea. Are they enchanted? They seem to be." She replied pointing at the three.
"They ALL are. These are the extremely rare to have in possession. We are quite lucky to have them in such short notice. These four armchairs have seated some of history's most famous wizarding and muggle factions. They are indeed monumental." Draco stated proudly.
He walked over to her casually.
"You look great by the way. You actually have a nice ass." Draco added.
Hermione spun around about to give him a tart response but the doors of the hall opened and the clacks of heels alongside an awe of appreciation approached them.
"Oh my! Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Granger, You've outdone yourselves. I sure hope your speech can match this grand theatrical presentation. I am quite eager to listen." said Gilda Longhorn.
"I invited my beloved husband to be to join us. I'm sure you don't mind." She continued.
"It is with great honor to meet you Mr.- " Hermione paused. Shit I forgot his name. She thought. And husband to be? Good God.
"M. Chartelle III." He answered her bowing down placing a peck on her hand. "Enchanté." He continued in his thick French accent.
Gilda has a slight smug on her face but Draco assured to return her attention to him and with a flick of his wand he compelled the finest champagne. He then swayed his movements and accio'd a bottle of scotch. The drinks poured themselves into the glasses and they each took theirs to toast.
"I would like to thank Mrs. Longhorn for inviting us into her magnificent home to share this moment and put forth effort into a great cause." Draco said raising his glass of scotch. Wand in the other hand he silently casted a spell and a purple mist encircled each participant's glass and they chimmed to finalize the toast.
Melodic sounds began to sing in the background. Gilda squealed in excitement as the sounds grew louder. Draco flicked his wand again and unveiled a live performing orchestra. He then glided towards Gilda.
"May you grant me this dance my lady?" He asked sultrily extended his hand and bowing to her. In all her giddy excitement she hauled him over the empty floor and they began dancing. Hermione had to laugh a little, his face was so priceless. It was obvious she had the hots for him. I don't blame her. Draco was a prat but a damn good looking one.
"May I madame?" asked M. Chartelle.
"Bien sur monsieur." She replied in French.
"Ah! You speak the language of love?" He asked intrigued as they danced to the whimsical music.
"I've visited Paris several times and my parents have a home there. My brother in law is married to a beautiful Parisian woman. Fleur Delacour." Hermione said.
"You know mademoiselle Delacour?" He asked quite amused.
"Yes she is my sister in law. She married the older brother of my husband." Continued Hermione.
"Ah! C'est incroyable! Fleur is my niece. The eldest daughter of my younger sister, Anaise. She is an intelligent young woman, just like you." Hermione blushed a bit. "So we have commonalities. That is delightful." He beamed as he spun her around. She giggled pleasantly.
"Thank you sir. It most definitely is." She agreed. Hermione silently praised how great this was turning out. She felt a new hand at her waist.
"Mind if I waltz with Mrs. Weasley?" asked Draco.
M. Chartelle obliged and went over to dance with his wife to be. Gilda seemed pleasantly happy at the moment. Draco placed his firm hand upon the Hermione's waist. They positioned themselves and began to dance rhythmically to the music.
"Draco, this is so amazing. I am honestly so grateful to you." Hermione whilst matching his movements.
"What drug are you on? Because I know for a fact no way in hell would you tell me that." He asked looking at her quizzically. She had to laugh at his facial expression.
"I am not on a drug!" She scoffed jokingly still giggling. "Draco-" She tried to continue.
"There it is again. Draco." He mimicked in a high pitched tone. This time she couldn't contain herself and burst into a fit of laughter. He smiled. He'd never seen her this way. It was refreshingly amusing.
"You know what I meant." She mused.
The music ended, immediately they all clapped in awe. Draco took out his wand once again and in a swift move. An enormous dark oak table appeared in front of the four mystical chairs. Draco motioned them all to come forward.
"Do not be afraid. This is where the action begins, where business men and women," he added, "Discuss and debate. These four chairs have been passed down to many wizarding and at one point the most notable muggle families in history. A seat shall choose it's preset owner. For as we danced, they were reading our auras, exploring our true nature to better choose it's master." He said. Draco paused to set the information sink in.
"This is magnificent Mr. Malfoy. I never thought I'd have the chance to lay my eyes on such a historical antique, let alone use it." Gilda said in awe. She without hesitation was drawn to the chair of the seas. She recited the spell Draco had given to her and sat on it. The chair roared. The entire hall shook with vengeance. Gilda was catapulted right out of the chair by a menacing rush of water landing her nearly head first to the ground. Hermione quickly whipped out her wand, muttered a spell to break her fall into an array of pillowing clouds. She rushed to Gilda's side along with Draco and M. Chartelle.
"Oh for Heavens's sake. Let me go will you!" said Gilda embarrassed as ever.
"Mrs. Longhorn are you alright? I must see if you are hurt." Hermione said half scared half amused. Old hag kinda deserved it. She thought to herself.
The next person up was M. Chartelle. He was quite fond of the ever green chair with forest moss growing from the oak footings and handles. He sat and the chair wilfully accepted his honor. He smiled. "I do have a knack for nature." He mused.
"Alright Hermione. You're next." Said Draco.
She was scared. There were three choices. Yet she couldn't quite make out which would be betrothed to her. She walked back and forth between the chair of seas and the odd regular one. Finally she seated herself on the odd one. Once it reeled in her essence, it transformed into majestic royalty, like a seat fit for a queen. It intricately composed patterns of red and gold fabric, the arm handles roared as two lionesses crafted their way through the wood.
"Gryffindor as always." Draco drawled. Hermione gave him a look of disapproval.
"It most certainly signifies your bravery and honor Mme. Weasley." Interjected M. Chartelle. She smiled at his remark.
"Well than I guess it is my turn." Draco walked directly to the chair of the seas, sitting rightfully in it. The chair roared it's approval.
Gilda took her seat in the remaining chair and the fiery embers immersed all over her yet they were not burning her, merely caressing her skin. Her eyes lit in unison of the flames as they rose surrounding her plump frame. She smiled seemingly surprised and also relieved.
"There. They have chosen. Now we begin." Draco said intensely.
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