Oh, Bloody Hell!

Chapter Two

Hermione froze. Of course, blond hair, hateful disposition, familiar smirk. She should
have guessed right away.
"You don't seem surprised." He said, still smirking. It seemed he hadn't changed much.
"I'm not really." She said. That was a lie. She was surprised. But she'd be damned if
she'd let him know it. Gone was the nervous woman she had been a few minutes ago,
replaced by the hateful girl that Hermione had always been while around Malfoy.
"Well, well, Granger." He said after a long pause. "This is definitely not a place I would
have thought to find you. On the set of a porn film? My, but you've changed." He
smirked.
"Or maybe you just never knew me." She said immediately. Secretly she agreed with
him. She was amazed that she even showed up.
"Oh, I doubt that." He said. "What would Potty and Weasel say if they knew about this
little side business of yours?"
Harry and Ron. She hadn't even thought of them!! What would she tell them?
"Who's to say it's a side business, Malfoy?" she started. Then added "Are you really so
immature that you can't refer to them by their proper names?"
"Yes," Malfoy said without shame. "And you're too nervous for this to be your regular
occupation." Hermione glared when she heard this comment.
"Anyway," She said. "Let's just run lines and get this over with." She said.
"Fine by me." Malfoy said. He sat down on the crème coloured sofa and Hermione
followed suit.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Err... Eleanor McIver." She said. Malfoy smirked. "What?" she asked, perturbed.
"Hello, lover." He said.
"What?" Hermione said, slightly confused.
"Have you read the script?" he asked.
"Yes... thest sst scene." She said slowly. Malfoy laughed.
"I never thought I'd see the day when Granger went into anything unprepared" He said.
"Right," Hermione said, as he continued laughing. "Feel free to shut up any time."
"Okay, okay" Malfoy said, his laugher subsiding. "I'm Robert Belesme." He said.
Hermione looked stricken.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed.
"Yes, we'll be doing that." He laughed. Hermione glared.
"Let's just run lines." She growled. They both picked up their scripts and began to
run lines. They did so until they came to their first sex scene.
'Shall we practice that bit, too?" he asked, smirking. "I've always wanted to try bondage
off camera." He added. Hermione glared.
"No," she snapped. "Suit yourself." He said. He looked back at his script and began to
say his next line when someone knocked on the door. Angela poked her head into the
room.
"Hey, guys. We're about to order lunch." She passed them each some menus. They
ordered lunch and she began to leave the room. Then she turned around.
"Oh, Dean has decided to film this afternoon. Someone will be in with costume and make
up later on." She said. And she left.
This afternoon?! That could be possible, thought Hermione. That only gave her a few
hours to mentally prepare herself.
"Well, let's get back to running lines." He said.
"Can he do that?" Hermione asked.
"Can who do what?" Draco asked, now exasperated at being denied saying his line twice.
"Can Dean just decide to start shooting?"
"If everyone is here." Draco shrugged. Then he read his line. Hermione followed suit and
they continued to run lines. Every time they came to a sex scene Malfoy would offer to
practice, and every time Hermione turned him down.