Hermione Granger was glaring at the photographer. No, no that wouldn't do at all, Draco Malfoy thought crossly. With three seconds quick thinking, Draco stuck his hand out, and grabbed her nose. Hermione turned that fiery glare on Draco, of course, and he grinned like a child, squealing, "Got your nose!" Hermione Granger of course giggled, her smile the perfect thing for the cameraman. Draco Malfoy, of course, had his trademark smirk. Inwardly, though, he was cursing. He had said that a little too loud, and people were looking over at them. Soon, there would be a crowd. So much for an intimate experience. Draco thought, surging to his feet. From across the table, Hermione Granger looked over at him, and asked - was that worry in her eyes? - "What's wrong, Malfoy?"
"I'm afraid that we may have overstayed our welcome, though I do think that our next dinner here is likely to be free." Draco said, as he eyed the converging crowd. "Stand up, and head towards the kitchens. Don't stop."
Hermione, still somewhat baffled, stands up, and turns like an automaton towards the kitchens. Blast, I'd better cover her! Draco thinks, saying loudly, "Where in the world is the waiter?" Nevermind that the waiter was behind them, taking someone else's orders - Draco Malfoy can do snooty like no one does snooty. It was rather a point of pride. "The nerve of some people!"
Hermione strode into the kitchens, and the Sous Chef looked up, pursed his lips, and said, "Stay behind me, and head towards the door past the freezer. Expect witnesses."
Draco Malfoy was nearly mortified to see that he was right, as he stepped out the back door of the restaurant. Those witnesses looked like reporters, too. Double bloody damn. Thinking quickly, he pulled her towards him, kissing her as he quickly cast a gentle glamour. As he pulled back from her, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened to say something. "Like the new do?" Draco Malfoy said, tossing his fluffy, curly brown hair that was now brushing his back. "Thanks, I'll take a second." He said, gathering her into his arms again. With another wordless spell (his lips were otherwise occupied - praying like pilgrims, you might say...), Draco stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Granger looked nearly unrecognizable - her normally prudish looks transformed with the silver-blonde of Malfoy's hair... plus the illusion of a steampunk outfit, leather and black la ce. Draco was dressed in nearly anything other than his normal trademark grayscales. "Let's go." Draco said softly, in his smooth drawl.
"Hello, ladies! Were you looking for someone?" Draco Malfoy said, as he strutted over to the reporters. "Are you scouting for a new model? My boyfriend says that I have talent!" And Draco Malfoy let out a girlish giggle. "Honey, come look! It's the press!" He said, pulling Granger towards the reporters. "I told you they'd find me!"
"In a back alley, behind a restaurant you can't afford?" Hmm... looks like Granger can at least do ice, if not acid. "How... lucky for them!"
The reporters were already starting to back away - or circle around them. None of the nosy reporters had noticed them exiting from the restaurant, luckily, although there was always a cure for that. Other than memory charms!
"Oh, no you don't! Form up now, make a line. You guys can form the runway!" Granger's forgetting herself a bit, or else she's just too bossy for her own good - they're actually doing it. She might make a good press secretary, come to think of it...
"Love, I've changed my mind. I need to get my hair and nails done, before I can even think to strut my stuff! Ladies, you're just going to have to wait here until I get back!"
Draco Malfoy sashayed out into Diagon Alley, followed by a scowling Granger. They were getting even better stares, now that they were more in public. They crossed the street, and then ducked into an alley - Granger tugging Draco towards her suddenly, before apparating.
Draco Malfoy cursed as he stumbled, Sidealong without warning? How rude. Draco never stumbled while apparating, it was a matter of pride. Hermione giggled a bit at his stiffness, "Decided to take me out as someone else, did we?"
Draco Malfoy smirked, and then arrogantly said, "I thought it might help if we shed our skins. We do have some history together."
[a/n: This totally wasn't supposed to happen. But Hermione wouldn't smile for the camera. Blame her and write me a review.]
