From Venice with Love
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
52
Views:
38,857
Reviews:
176
Recommended:
3
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Chapter 2
Soon after she awoke the next morning, Hermione received an answer to her letter from Harry.
Hermione,
According to Professor Lupin, Malfoy and his mother fled to Italy at the beginning of the summer. Apparently, they are keeping him out of harm’s way. Stay away from him, Hermione, who knows whether Mr. Malfoy visits much. I hope you are doing well and can’t wait to see you again.
Best, Harry
Carefully, Hermione folded the letter up and went into her bathroom to get ready for the day. When she finished, her parents were waiting for her in the sitting room. “We’re going to the Guggenheim museum today dear, would you like to join us?” her mother asked.
Hermione thought about this. “Sure, sounds good,” she said, grabbing a sweater before they left.
Upon returning from the museum, Hermione decided to return to the café from yesterday. It was dusk, and the lights of the city were beginning to appear as she wandered back into the square. As she approached the café she saw with dismay that Malfoy was already there.
He smirked at her as she approached. “Back again, Granger?” His speech was slightly slurred and Hermione saw he had a nearly empty bottle of wine in front of him.
Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Why are you here, Malfoy?”
Malfoy leaned back in his chair and stared at her. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Were you waiting here to torture me?” Hermione snapped, her patience gone.
Malfoy snapped his chair back and glared at her. “I know you believe the world revolves around you, Granger. Did it ever occur to you that maybe you were in my spot yesterday, at the café where I have gone daily for weeks?”
Hermione blushed and took a step away. “No, I guess I didn’t,” she looked around for an empty table and spotted one a few feet away. She sat down at it without another word and ordered a coffee from the waiter that approached her. Hermione tried to read, but she could feel Malfoy’s eyes boring into her back. After awhile she heard him talking, first in English, then in Italian. Hermione looked up and saw he was flirting with two Italian girls who had stopped at his table. He was smiling and pleasant, his blonde hair falling into his face, as he spoke he carelessly brushed it away. After a moment they sat down with him and more wine was ordered. Hermione couldn’t help but sneak glances at the table as she read. She wished she could be as confident as Malfoy. He was a different person to her as he spoke with the girls, telling jokes and flirting with them, a large smile on his face. She watched as he spoke with the waiter to pay his tab and got up to leave, the two girls in tow. As he left, his eyes met hers momentarily and they narrowed as his smile changed to the sneering face she was used to. She looked quickly away from him and grabbed the waiter as he went by.
“Excuse me; can I have the bill, please?”
The waiter smiled.”Your bill has already been paid, signora,” he said. Hermione stiffened. Malfoy, that arrogant prat! She thought. Wildly, she looked around. She spotted him standing near the middle of the square, still in the company of the two Italian girls. She got up quickly and went towards him.
“Malfoy!” she snapped. “What are you playing at?”
He regarded her coolly and his companions stopped talking and stared at her. “You're welcome, Granger,” he drawled.
“I’m not thanking you!” she shot back. “Why on earth would you pay for my bill?”
He shrugged. “I figured you poor muggle parents spent their last cent on your trip. I was being charitable.”
“What?” Hermione was livid. “Of course we’re not poor. How dare you-“
She was interrupted by one of the girls speaking anxiously to him in Italian. Hermione watched his face go purple.
“Bloody hell, no!” he snapped. Quickly he said something in Italian and the girl relaxed.
“What did she say?” Hermione asked, despite herself.
Malfoy looked at her and made a face. “Isabella was worried that you were my angry, jealous girlfriend. I set her straight,” He grinned at her. “I told her you were a girl from my school who followed me here and is stalking me.”
“You did what?” Hermione looked at the girls who were smiling at her like she was mental. “Are you insane?”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “You really should lighten up, Granger.” He spoke to her almost cheerfully, which led Hermione to believe he was much drunker than she previously thought. He threw his arms up. “No one knows you here. You’ll never see them again anyway. Live a little,” he put his arms around the two girls standing by him and winked at her. “I plan to.” With that, he turned his back on her and left the square, girls in tow.
Hermione stood still in shock for a few moments more, her mind racing over what just happened. Finally, she shook her head in disbelief and walked towards her own hotel. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes-Malfoy winked at me!”
Hermione,
According to Professor Lupin, Malfoy and his mother fled to Italy at the beginning of the summer. Apparently, they are keeping him out of harm’s way. Stay away from him, Hermione, who knows whether Mr. Malfoy visits much. I hope you are doing well and can’t wait to see you again.
Best, Harry
Carefully, Hermione folded the letter up and went into her bathroom to get ready for the day. When she finished, her parents were waiting for her in the sitting room. “We’re going to the Guggenheim museum today dear, would you like to join us?” her mother asked.
Hermione thought about this. “Sure, sounds good,” she said, grabbing a sweater before they left.
Upon returning from the museum, Hermione decided to return to the café from yesterday. It was dusk, and the lights of the city were beginning to appear as she wandered back into the square. As she approached the café she saw with dismay that Malfoy was already there.
He smirked at her as she approached. “Back again, Granger?” His speech was slightly slurred and Hermione saw he had a nearly empty bottle of wine in front of him.
Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Why are you here, Malfoy?”
Malfoy leaned back in his chair and stared at her. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Were you waiting here to torture me?” Hermione snapped, her patience gone.
Malfoy snapped his chair back and glared at her. “I know you believe the world revolves around you, Granger. Did it ever occur to you that maybe you were in my spot yesterday, at the café where I have gone daily for weeks?”
Hermione blushed and took a step away. “No, I guess I didn’t,” she looked around for an empty table and spotted one a few feet away. She sat down at it without another word and ordered a coffee from the waiter that approached her. Hermione tried to read, but she could feel Malfoy’s eyes boring into her back. After awhile she heard him talking, first in English, then in Italian. Hermione looked up and saw he was flirting with two Italian girls who had stopped at his table. He was smiling and pleasant, his blonde hair falling into his face, as he spoke he carelessly brushed it away. After a moment they sat down with him and more wine was ordered. Hermione couldn’t help but sneak glances at the table as she read. She wished she could be as confident as Malfoy. He was a different person to her as he spoke with the girls, telling jokes and flirting with them, a large smile on his face. She watched as he spoke with the waiter to pay his tab and got up to leave, the two girls in tow. As he left, his eyes met hers momentarily and they narrowed as his smile changed to the sneering face she was used to. She looked quickly away from him and grabbed the waiter as he went by.
“Excuse me; can I have the bill, please?”
The waiter smiled.”Your bill has already been paid, signora,” he said. Hermione stiffened. Malfoy, that arrogant prat! She thought. Wildly, she looked around. She spotted him standing near the middle of the square, still in the company of the two Italian girls. She got up quickly and went towards him.
“Malfoy!” she snapped. “What are you playing at?”
He regarded her coolly and his companions stopped talking and stared at her. “You're welcome, Granger,” he drawled.
“I’m not thanking you!” she shot back. “Why on earth would you pay for my bill?”
He shrugged. “I figured you poor muggle parents spent their last cent on your trip. I was being charitable.”
“What?” Hermione was livid. “Of course we’re not poor. How dare you-“
She was interrupted by one of the girls speaking anxiously to him in Italian. Hermione watched his face go purple.
“Bloody hell, no!” he snapped. Quickly he said something in Italian and the girl relaxed.
“What did she say?” Hermione asked, despite herself.
Malfoy looked at her and made a face. “Isabella was worried that you were my angry, jealous girlfriend. I set her straight,” He grinned at her. “I told her you were a girl from my school who followed me here and is stalking me.”
“You did what?” Hermione looked at the girls who were smiling at her like she was mental. “Are you insane?”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “You really should lighten up, Granger.” He spoke to her almost cheerfully, which led Hermione to believe he was much drunker than she previously thought. He threw his arms up. “No one knows you here. You’ll never see them again anyway. Live a little,” he put his arms around the two girls standing by him and winked at her. “I plan to.” With that, he turned his back on her and left the square, girls in tow.
Hermione stood still in shock for a few moments more, her mind racing over what just happened. Finally, she shook her head in disbelief and walked towards her own hotel. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes-Malfoy winked at me!”